In My Enemy's House [Part 2]
Posted on Fri Nov 14th, 2025 @ 3:30am by Commander Chisato Nishikigi & Lieutenant Takina Inoue & Lieutenant Mizuki Nakahara & Lieutenant Jasad Yuvek & Lieutenant Nezuko & Lieutenant Teneca Quinn & Lieutenant JG Kurumi Hatanaka
Edited on on Fri Nov 14th, 2025 @ 3:31am
796 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
The Return
Location: Disabled Herald Raider
Timeline: A few minutes after Part 1
Previously on "Star Trek: Tokyo":
"Before we get distracted by decorative light fixtures," Yuvek interjected, his tone sharp and pragmatic, "we should prioritize finding their bridge and engineering sections. If those even exist on this ship."
He gestured down the corridor with his free hand, Herald staff still held ready. "We need tactical intelligence - propulsion systems, weapons control, navigation protocols. Understanding how these ships maneuver could give us an edge in the next engagement."
Chisato's lips curled into a pout. "Aw... and I wanted to see what the pedestals did..."
Takina rolled her eyes. "Commander, with all due respect, we are on a bit of a time crunch here," she indicated. "What's say we hold off on sightseeing for now and focus on gathering intel that'll actually be relevant to us?"
"Okay..." Chisato conceded with all the enthusiasm of Eeyore at a funeral.
And now... the continuation!
As the team made their way through the corridors Kurumi was trying to keep track of where they were and build a 'map' of the interior. "This is really strange..." she commented. "Have you guys noticed that none of these corridors are straight? And that we've actually doubled back on ourselves yet there's no change in deck. How does this ship even work?!"
"Perhaps its a way to confuse intruders." Teneca suggested.
"Spatial folding," Nezuko observed. "Highly advanced."
The team came to a fork in the corridor. Both curved off in opposite directions. "I'm reading some form of.. radiation... reactor... maybe a power source?" Kurumi said. "Honestly my tricorder can't make up its mind, but its source is coming from the left corridor." She explained.
"Looks like left it is," Chisato remarked. "Unless anyone here wants to raise an objection?"
"Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly." Teneca said feeling they be walking into a trap.
"Hate to say this, but Lieutenant Quinn raises a valid point, Commander," Mizuki pointed out. "They're giving us every reason to go to the left, but there's virtually nothing of interest on the right?"
"Then again, no one said we were here to dick around and take the scenic route," Takina argued. "If all signs are pointing to the fact that there might be something of use to us on the left, regardless of whether or not it's actually a trap, I'd think we have an obligation to investigate it."
"We could split up," Nezuko offered, pointing to herself and a handful of them to go left, while others would go right.
Chisato shook her head. "Sorry to shut you down, Lieutenant, but that's not a risk I'm willing to take," she stated politely, but nonetheless firmly. "The further we spread out, the less effective we'll be in defending ourselves against an ambush."
Yuvek's jaw tightened with frustration. "With respect, Commander, we're going to be ambushed whether we're bunched together or split into two groups. If they open a gateway, numbers won't matter - we'll be fighting either way."
He looked directly at Chisato. "We're already on a captured enemy vessel in the middle of a war zone. The risk is already maximal. What we can't afford is to leave potential intelligence ungathered because we're afraid to split up for ten minutes."
He gestured toward both corridors with his Herald staff. "This is our best chance - maybe our only chance - to gain actionable intelligence on Iconian capabilities. Propulsion systems, weapons architecture, tactical protocols. We need that data if we're going to have any hope in this war."
"Your suggestion has been taken into consideration, Lieutenant," Chisato noted. "However, I think we can all agree that, in the event of an ambush- and there is a very high likelihood of there being one- we stand to benefit from having strength in numbers. So, regardless of whether it’s 10 minutes or 2 hours, my orders stand- we will not be separating the group."
Nezuko nodded. The point was well taken.
Yuvek's jaw clenched visibly, his grip tightening on the Herald staff until his knuckles went pale. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue further, but instead he gave a single, sharp nod.
"Understood, Commander," he said, his voice clipped and formal. "Your orders."
The words were correct, professional even, but the tension in his shoulders and the hard set of his ridged features made his displeasure unmistakable. He stepped back into formation, positioning himself toward the rear of the group where he could watch their six.
Strength in numbers, he thought bitterly. Tell that to the Kanna. Tell that to Amerind. Numbers didn't save them.
To be continued...
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