The Pandora’s senior staff all looked at the admiral in shock. Even Oren-De showed a modicum of surprise as he responded.
“Admiral, I assure you that my senior staff is with me right now. You may send someone aboard to perform an identity confirmation, if you’d like.”
The admiral looked at Oren-De in careful thought before replying.
“Captain, hold your yacht at your current position. We will contact the Pandora and reconcile this. Admiral Daniels, out.”
The image blinked off before Oren-De could say anything else. The officers looked at each other in confusion.
“What do you think is going on?” Will asked the room at large.
“I’m not sure. This may simply be a very strange miscommuncation, but it’s unlikely,” Oren-De said as he thought about their next move. “Mr. Lacera, hold position. Mr. Shrel, what is the status of the Pandora?”
Shrel, who was already seated at a console, looked back over his shoulder at Oren-De.
“She is still in drydock, about twenty kilometers from our position.”
Maggie, who had been deep in thought, suddenly spoke up. “This doesn’t make sense. The sensitivity of the Partition and the Borg gate would necessitate identity-testing anyone on board the Pandora. There was going to be a Utopia Planetia security officer waiting for us in the Pandora’s shuttle bay to administer a blood test to each of us.”
A small chirping alarm started sounding from Shrel’s console. “Captain! The Pandora’s turrets just activated and opened fire!”
Oren-De’s head snapped to Shrel. “What was their target?”
“It’s difficult to determine exactly, sir,” Shrel replied with frustration. “There’s a large amount of plasma leaking out of some of the impact areas. Judging from the sources, I would say that the docking clamps holding the Pandora were the main targets... but they weren’t the only areas.”
“Mr. Lacera, take us toward the Pandora at full impulse. Ms. Matoya, give me a magnified view of the docking area.”
“Already on it, Captain. On your screen now.”
The screen next to Oren-De blinked back to life and showed the starboard region of the Panodra, with plasma spewing out of one of the docking clamps that had previously been secured to the ship. Oren-De gestured toward damaged areas of the dock itself on the side of the image.
“This area doesn’t house any structure that secures the Pandora. Mr. Sadda, what is this area of the drydock?”
War looked at the area Oren-De was pointing toward. His eyes suddenly widened. “I’m afraid that’s the command area of the dock. Judging from the damage, it’s likely the command staff, including the admiral, are dead. The area isn’t built to take a direct hit from an energy weapon at that range, sir.”
Before anyone could react though, the Pandora began to move on-screen. The ship, which was rapidly accelerating, quickly sailed off-frame.
“They’re stealing her!” War exclaimed in outrage.
“Apparently. However, they will not succeed,” replied Oren-De as moved toward the rear of the cockpit.
“Mr. Shrel, has the Pandora raised shields yet?”
“No, sir. Only the ship’s weapons and engines have been powered up.”
Oren-De nodded. “Our saboteurs are hoping to escape before reinforcements arrive. We’ll use this to our advantage. Mr. Lacera, send an emergency Priority One transmission to Utopia Planetia command alerting them to the theft of the Pandora. Everyone, take a weapon from this locker,” Oren-De ordered as he opened the cockpit’s weapons locker. “We are going to take the Pandora back.”
The officers quickly hustled to the weapons locker, with Will being the last to grab a phaser after sending the emergency communique and putting the shuttle on autopilot. He secured the phaser to his belt and let out a sigh. “I wish I had brought my collapsible sword with me. We are boarding our ship... to take it back from pirates... and I don’t have my sword.”
“I swear, boys and their toys,” Maggie muttered as she clasped her phaser to her belt and looked at Oren-De. “Captain, where are we beaming to? The bridge?”
Oren-De shook his head as he entered coordinates into the transporter controls. “No, it would put us at a tactical disadvantage. By now, the saboteurs have undoubtedly taken steps to secure the bridge, an area which has been designed to resist beam-in boarding. Instead, we will be starting from a position the saboteurs are unlikely to be in and which we can easily defend while delaying the Pandora as much as possible until Starfleet’s reinforcements arrive.”
“Where is that?” asked Red.
“Why, your Sickbay, Doctor,” Oren-De said with an ever-so-small grin. “Prepare for transport. Energizing!”
With a press of a button, the Starfleet officers disappeared in columns of blue shimmering light. Moments later, they reappeared in the Pandora’s Sickbay. Red was instantly struck by something that seemed very wrong about his domain of the ship and it took him a second to realize what it was.
“Why are the lights flashing green?”
Sure enough, the alarm lights in Sickbay, which normally flashed red during a Red Alert, were now flashing green. Shrel and Will looked equally perplexed, with the latter cocking an eyebrow.
“So... apparently we now have Green Alerts for when the ship is being stolen?”
Maggie glanced at Oren-De before looking at the Red, Shrel, and Will.
“Actually, the green lights mean that the Partition has been activated. Whatever our saboteurs want with the Pandora, the Partition is apparently required.”
“Wait, why does using the Partition require an alert?” asked Red, with no attempt to hide a suspicious tone.
Before Maggie could respond, Oren-De interjected. “We will discuss that at a later time. For now, we should focus on retaking the ship. Computer, how many lifesigns are currently on board the Pandora?”
No response came from the shipboard computer. Frustration began to show on the Pandora’s captain’s face.
“Computer, acknowledge my last command.”
Again, no response. Oren-De quickly looked at War’en. “Mr. Sadda, find out why the computer isn’t responding to my commands. I’m going to transfer all command functions here to Sickbay.”
“Yes, sir,” War quickly responded and set to work at the nearest console as Oren-De walked over to a larger one. Red accompanied Oren-De while the others took up defensive positions facing Sickbay’s only entrance.
“All voice commands have been disabled, Captain,” War reported.
Oren-De’s attempts were met with frequent error beeps from the console. “All ship commands have been locked to the bridge. I cannot transfer them here. Not even my override codes are working.”
Maggie looked at Oren-De in disbelief. “The ability to lock commands to the bridge, disable voice commands, and change your command codes are all functions that only the people in this room can perform. Who could be doing this!?”
As if on cue, a viewscreen in Sickbay suddenly came to life and spoke with a very familiar voice.
“You’ll have to excuse the inconvenience, Captain Oren-De. We’re in a bit of a hurry and we really don’t have time to deal with you and your crew causing trouble, so I took the liberty of changing the locks.”
The Pandora’s crew looked at the monitor in shocked surprise. Staring back at them, with a cocky, satisfied smirk, was another Maggie.