Bridging Dialog

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Making his escape from the clutches of sickbay, Corizon changed uniforms and headed for the bridge to find out what the situation was with the other away team. There was an old human addage about wishing one had never got out of bed, he had begun to understand it.

 

Sitting on the bridge, Zier continued to attempt contact with the remaining Away Team on the surface. It made no sense - the Hunters who had jammed the comm lines earlier had all been taken care of, yet they were still getting static from the surface. The sight of a counselor manning the bridge caused Corizon's ears to twitch ever so slightly.

 

"Status Report," he commanded as he stalked to his center seat.

 

Alexander jumped up. "Err....oh, Captain. We still have one Away Team on the surface, Commander Laarell's....I can't establish communications with them." He could sense that Corizon was a bit put-off by his taking command.

 

The sound that escaped Corizon's mouth could only be described as a mixture between a sigh and a growl. "When was our last communication with them?"

 

"A few minutes before the Hunters who attacked you began jamming communications and transports."

 

"They shouldn't still be jamming us.."

 

Zier nodded. "You were able to call the ship, so the jamming signal must be down sir."

 

Moving from the Command seat to an empty console, Corizon pulled up the communications system. "Or the source of the jamming changed."

 

Zier moved to another console, trying to be helpful. "We had them on the tactical screen until a few minutes ago..."

 

"An away team just doesn't up and disappear," Corizon said pointedly.

 

Zier looked at him. "Yes, sir." He didn't know what else to put forth.

 

Softening the features upon his face Corizon turned towards Zier. The man was a counselor, not a bridge officer. "It's not you're fault."

 

Zier relaxed as he heard that, though only slightly. "What are we going to do, sir?"

 

That was the question swirling in his mind. "We're going to go looking for them..."

 

Zier nodded. "I'll copy all the data we received before they disappeared to a PADD."

 

"Round up a few security officers," Corizon said rising from the console, "And tell Pilot to meet us in the transporter room in one hour..."

 

"Right away sir." He looked at his console, finished the data transfer, and sent off messages to Security.

 

It occurred to Corizon that the other away team had likely walked into a trap, and that by leading a second away team down, he too could be walking into a trap.

 

Zier looked over toward him. "We'll just have to be careful, sir."

 

"Right..."