The appearance of impropriety

[JJLexi 0]

JJ couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something a little more to this dead buoy than met the eye. He some how suspected a Gorn trap at first, but those thoughts did not come to pass. Nevertheless, something seemed amiss.

 

Could the Gorn be luring them into a trap? Possibly, but it didn't seem like the Gorn's style, although xenophobic and highly secretive, they tended to be abrupt and to the point, according the documents he had read back at the academy. They were more apt to just blow each buoy out of the sky and send a fleet of 30 warships after the Reaent directly. That was more the Gorn style; come at you head on with a big stick in one hand while waving the proverbial middle finger at you with the other. However, that wasn't the case. From what he'd read about the Gorn, if they were so intent on removing the Federation from what they considered to be their territory, they would have done so by now. That's what was so unnerving about the situation. Maybe they were waiting for the right time to strike. Maybe they wanted to start their offensive with a message, by singling out a lone unsuspecting starship near their borders, maybe.

 

Maybe, they saw their chance and were on their way as we speak. 30 Gorn warships armed to the teeth, each ready to launch a salvo of their deadliest missiles and torpedoes, laying to waste the Reaent, leaving her nothing but a twisted metal corpse surrounded by unidentifiable space debris.

 

Maybe they planned on boarding the ship with a cadre of elite troops, content to massacre every last being in a Federation uniform, sending the mangled bodies back to Sector 001, turning a derelict Reaent into a space-borne catafalque, their families unable to identify their scorched bodies as they lie in crude and morbid repose in a pile on the floor of a dark San Francisco morgue.

 

Maybe the planned to take the crew hostage, sending them to work as slaves in the mines of Gornar. Locking them away in dilithium mines until they vanish from memory, leaving the crew to fend for themselves with no hope of escape. One by one, they'll start to die from the polluted air of the mines, with the only sustenance being a dilithium tainted stream and the flesh of their dead compatriots. JJ took a quick survey of the bridge, and decided that he hoped McQueen died first, as his flesh must surely taste like cake, given the amount he allegedly ingested on a regular basis. Nonetheless, it seemed a horrid fate.

 

Or maybe JJ was just being paranoid. . .You never know.