Commodore Jelly, Pt III of III

Posted on Monday February 8th, 2021 @ 3:49pm by

Mission: The Forgotten Outpost
Location: Everywhere on DS 3
Timeline: current

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Pt III of III

The residential facility was old, and had recently been remodeld to allow for retirees to live in an area known as the Residential Care facility. Its ten floors contained single studio apartments, one or two bedroom apartments and suites.

Walking into the Nursing station, Svetlana after showing her credentials and ID, asked where the Commodore’s room was. Looking up from the desk, the older Filipina Nurse on duty just pointed down the hallway, and said "Name is on the door" then went back to what she was doing.

The door was still sealed, and breaking the seal, Svetlana went inside, and was amazed at how clean the room was. What used to be a two room studio apartment, it was bigger than most, with room for a double bed, the bed now consisted of a single bed. In one corner closet, inside of which were boxes of women's clothing, neatly folded with care, and marked for distribution to one of the several hundred of charity organizations back on earth.

Looking at the room, Svetlana could see that in one end facing a transparent view screen of earth scenes, was a real old English Wingback chair in dark leather, facing a huge viewscreen that took up one wall. On a small table next to his left arm were old reproduced stacks of magazines on old 21st century fighters, bombers and things men love to collect. On another wall she could see a wall mounted gun rack of inoperative long rifles, dating back from the 15th century to the early 21st century.

Next to this were the Commodore's commendations, old pictures of former flagships, models of what looked like his first command starship.

Looking at his clothing, Svetlana looked through the hall closet and found that the Commodore had nothing but his old former uniforms. There were seven sets all perfectly pressed and hung up. His Starfleet rank had been placed on a metal rack, where someone had meticulously buffed and polished the rank of a Commodore. Though the Commodore wore custom designed uniforms, they were always pressed and ready to go, However there was someting amiss here, if the Commodore wore cleaned and pressed uniforms, then why was he found in a dirty seven day old Commodore's uniform. And now faced with a small stumbling block Svetlana continued to search.

Then Sevetlana heard muffled feet aproaching behind her, and suddenly a hand was about to strike her, Svetlana was down on her knees as she searched underneath the small oven which had a highly polished surface, seeing a pair of legs standing up behind her, she saw the unmistakable move of someone trying to strike her, and suddenly Svetlana's left heel kicked out and striking something mushy and soft, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone in pain.

Getting up hurriedly, she turned and with her right hand she slammed a fist into the persons throat, which brought the person face down to her knee, and as the person began to cough violently, trying to gasp for air, she shoved her kneecap up as high as she could, and suddenly the figure fell to the ground.

Waking up in an interrogation room, the subject found both of his hands magnetically manicled to steel desk. With the room now completely dark except for a small light that shone on his face, the Subject who went by the name of "Myles Davis" sat stoically silent.

24 hours later, and beginning to weaken a bit, Svetlana came in with two large mugs of coffee, and behind her were two Security personnel. One had a tray full of food, and the other was armed with a hand phaser.

For the next 72 hours, playing good cop and bad cop, Svetlana wove her own story, and soon Mr. Davis was now beginning to talk. However he soon became agitate, refusing to talk until his own wild desires were met, he wanted a starship, he wanted amnesty for several prisoners in the Penal Planet at Rura Penthe, he wanted over a trillion Federation credits. and suddenly Davis found himself on a dry hot desert planet, where the temperatures were now in the upper hundreds, and with no shade, the hot desert sun began to burn him. But for Svetlana she was in an environmental suit, drinking cold fluids, and eating various brands of Ice cream. Finally after almost twelve hours out in the hot sun, Myles began to talk, and he talked for close to eight hours on how he had decided to take the Commodore for everything in his bank account.ve

The plan was easy, take a hypospray of a newly developed drug, that hadn't even been recorded in the Federations massive Pharmacology database, give it to the Commodore, and kill him, by planting post-hypnotic suggestions that he jump from the catwalk. Finish cleaning out his bank account, then with the remaining funds that was now in the defunct bank account, he would hire an Orion Starship to take him to the Gamma Quadrant, and live out among the stars...

End

Svetlana K. Chekov, SSAIC
CSIS Team 95
Deep Space 3









Svetlana K. Chekov, SA
SSAIC, SCIS Team #39
Deep Space Three