FIC: Dauntless: Forgotten Heroes (6/?)

[Shadow <Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx>]

Title: Dauntless: Forgotten Heroes (6/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@xxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer; X-Men or any of their sister teams; or Star
Trek: The Next Generation, they belong to others and are used without
permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG
Pairing: still working on that one, I?m afraid. :)
Archive: The usual places all others please ask first.
Summary: Additional crew and more damn supplies!

DAUNTLESS: FORGOTTEN HEROES (6/?)

Commander William Blood, also called Spike by his enemies and closest
friends, was hunched over his new tactical station, a goofy looking grin
on his face as he studied the board, his tongue sticking out of his
month somewhat comically.

?You can almost see the mayhem he?s just itching to unleash,? Kitty
Pride commented dryly, pausing in her programming of the science station
to regard the Security Chief.

?Fifty credits says at the first red alert he goes into game face,?
Cordelia Chase replied, referring to the vampire?s ?demon? face that
emerged every time he was feeding or angry.

?I heard that!? the vampire in questioned growled looking up from his
beloved tactical board and scowling at the two cadets, momentarily
forgetting his tongue was still sticking out.

Assistant Chief of Security Graham Miller stepped onto the bridge in
search of his commanding office, a data pad held in one hand, as he
scanned the new bridge. ?Not bad,? the chief of away team operations
thought, knowing that this was probably the one change he would ever get
to see the bridge. His duties involved maintaining the away teams that
were sent to explore new worlds or as part of military operations, as a
result he never got to see the bridge except on rare occasions he had
business there. Spotting the scowling vampire, Miller briefly wondered
if his superior had seen the new arrival list after all, ?Nah couldn?t
have,? he thought with a slight shake of his head, ?everyone in
engineering would have heard if he had.? He amended, silently wondering
if he should have stopped by his office and grabbed his earplugs,
because Commander Blood was so not going to like one of the names on the
list.

?Uh oh... Graham is squaring his shoulders... that is never a good
thing,? Kitty Pride said softly to Cordelia, the two exchanging worried
looks. Recalling the last time the Lieutenant had squared his shoulders
like that was when he was delivering the after action report on the war
games held near the Klingon border, the same games that decimated the
entire security staff and got the ships doctor killed... twice.

Spike watched his second approach, noting the way the human held
himself, ?Great... bloody great... what else has Starfleet dropped into
our laps?? he wondered.

?New crew and civilian transfers Commander,? Graham reported formerly
taking a step back instinctively, he didn?t want to be too close to his
superior when the vampire read that hated name on the list.

Giving the tall, stocky built human with a buzz-cut hair style, one last
look the vampire begins to read the list, stopping when he got to the
?F? column. ?NO bloody way!? he growled his demon pushing forward,
?that can?t stick us with that idiotic ?git? AGAIN! We did our time
with the boy blunder... give him to the Enterprise or something.?

?Is there a problem, Commander?? Erik Lensherr calmly asked, having
heard his security chief growling and cursing from his new ready room.

?I?ll say there is.... Starfleet Command bloody well hates us!? the
outraged officer growled, even managing to look offended in game face,
?they stuck is us with James-freakin-Kirk junior AGAIN! Didn?t we
suffer enough the last time we had him??

?Oh no not again,? Cordelia groaned, realizing just what had gotten the
security chief so outraged. ?Captain... he hates mutants and
vampires... and do you really want Rahne to carry out her promise if she
ever saw him again?? She pleaded. ?Blood is not going to come out of
the deck plates easy.?

Feeling a pounding begin in his head, ?I take it that one Mister Finn
has been transferred back to us?? Lensherr questioned, wondering if
Spike was right and Starfleet Command did indeed hate them.

?Oh bloody hell,? Spike?s low curse brought up the Captain?s head, ?how
the hell can they assign HER here?? He wondered aloud as he handed the
data pad back to Miller.

?Spike?? Lensherr questioned.

?They gave us the Slayer... they bloody well assigned us the Slayer,?
the vampire said in disbelief.

?Slayer?? the captain questioned slowly, trying to figure out what was
bothering his security chief now.

?The vampire Slayer,? Cordelia reported almost absently, ?in each
generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the
vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer....
And how the hell do I know that??

?This Slayer... kills vampires and demons?? the captain said, making
sure he understood what he just heard.

?She?s a bloody stake happy lunatic is what she is!? Spike replied with
another outraged growl. ?Has no respect for authority and just loves to
stake innocent vampires minding their own business.?

?Innocent vampires?? Kitty and Cordelia mouthed at the same time, trying
to picture an innocent vampire and not quite getting the mental image.

?You know what this Slayer looks like??

?Not personally... but I do know her name, everyone in the demon
underworld knows the name of the Slayer.? Spike replied with a shake of
his head, trying to keep his demon under control. While he wasn?t a
cursed poof like that damnable grandsire of his, he didn?t have a
stake-wish either. He liked his un-life just fine the way it was,
granted it wasn?t as blood filled as it used to be but he liked to think
he had grown beyond that sort of mindless blood letting.

?Well it would appear that a few introductions are in order,? Lensherr
said after a moment. ?First a new bridge module, then we get more
supplies then we?ll ever know what to do with... now this! What the
hell is going on here??
?Where can we find this Slayer??

?Deck eleven ? in the quarters assigned to Professor Joyce Summers...
the Slayer is her daughter.? Spike replied, returning to his human face.

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Sickbay ?

?That had better not be more medical supplies!? Doctor Beverly Crusher
growled, already surrounded by creates and boxes of various medical
instruments and equipment, as two crewmen guided in yet another hover
lift full of the annoying boxes marked with the medical insignia.

?Sorry doctor, this is the last of it though,? one of the crewmen,
promised, waving around a data pad. ?We tripled checked it, this is the
last for you... the other two hundred crates are going to the science
department.?

?Only two hundred?? Beverly grunted, trying to work her way through the
mess that had become her sickbay, ?wonder whom Harper-Coe paid off to
get just that many crates,? she grumbled. ?Some Science Officers have
all the luck.?

End Part Six.





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