Posted by Captain Remy Boudreaux (CO) in Officers Quarters - Current Sim

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Hours later, Remy had an odd desire to return to his quarters and look at Henri D’Aramis rapier that was in his quarters.

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Needing a small break from the investigation, Remy sought the solitude of his quarters. Seeing his collection of prizes usually calmed his mind. There was something about the touch or feel of many of the relics, that was reassuring.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he could once again sense that something was . . . off. Something about his quarters was different, he just couldn’t place what that was . . .

Moving around and picking up each item, remembering the story behind it, the story of how he acquired the items, brought him peace when his mind was unsettled. . . the baseball, the revolver, the manuscript, the rapier. . . the rapier was his favorite. When he drew it from the scabbard, he could picture himself as the swashbuckling musketeer, protecting his king and queen from the evil Cardinal Richelieu.

Grabbing the hilt, Remy slowly withdrew the blade and held it aloft. . . .

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Nothing happened. His normal urge to dash off to the holodeck and play a Three Musketeers related fantasy was… lacking. It was it all the power that the sword once had over him, was zapped out of the sword. It didn’t look any different… it just felt different.

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Remy swung the rapier around in several arcing sweeps, a parry, thrust, a swipe, and another thrust. He usually felt like a child living out a boyhood fantasy when handling the blade, but this time, that feeling was missing. The enjoyment and the sound of the blade slicing the air was gone. . . no grin came across his lips, no adrenaline rush, nothing. . . .

Perhaps it was the current mystery of the toy car, maybe the lack of having Ayla aboard, or possibly stress that he wasn’t even aware of, that caused the lack of enjoyment, but something was missing.

Remy slid the blade back into the scabbard with an audible ‘schwing’. He strapped the belt around his waist. Maybe that’s what the problem was. Pulling the rapier from his hip with same audible sound, he swung the blade around once again, only to once again feel. . . nothing.

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Boudreaux had an powerful urge to reach out to Commander Wells on a secured subspace channel.

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After a moment, Remy replaced the blade, removed the belt and lay it on his desk. Another strange feeling took over. . . he remembered Helenacsaying something to him about things not always being as they appeared, something along those lines. Whatever it was he had an irresistible urge to contact her.

Sitting at his desk, the blade beside him, he opened a secured channel to Starfleet Command and Cmdr. Wells. He sat back and patiently waited for the connection. . . .

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“This is Commander Helena Wells. Ah, Captain Boudreaux! How do you do? I understand Starfleet gave your ship leisure time at Risa. To what do I owe the pleasure of your … transmission,” said Wells.

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Remy smiled as Helena appeared on the screen. “It is good to see you again, ‘elena. I ‘oope you are well.”

“I am … okay, though I have a premonition that tells me something you are going to tell me is going to make it not okay,” replied Wells.

“I am afraid dis is no’ a social call, Commander. Dere is sometine strange goine on ‘ere on de Wolverine. Knowine you’ penchant for de strange and peculiar, I was ‘opine to pick you’ brain. My crew ‘as no’ been able to come up wit’ any answers. . . .”

Remy began telling her of the latest goings-on, the RnR to Risa, the shuttle craft’s accident, and the appearance of the toy car. . . instinct told him everything was linked together somehow, but was damned if he knew how. He considered telling her about the difference in the sword for the time being, but again, was sure it was somehow linked with every other strange occurrence on the ship.

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“You recall my background, Captain that I told you privately about?” asked Wells.

“An’ dat is why I contacted, you Commander. For some insights an’ possibly some answers.”

“Unfortunately, it seems my past has now caught up to your current situation,” said Wells. “And given the USS Wolverine’s reputation among the fleet, Captain, I believe you are being targeted before you are given a chance to be more deeply involved in my past.”

“That will be enough, Helena,” said a voice. A portal opened, one that didn’t trip any alarms, and an Admiral walked out of it. The room was then mysteriously sealed. Sensors would also not detect the presence of the new person or anything wrong with the room. “You are dismissed, Commander. As far as you are concerned, your past has nothing to do with your current present or future – you are permanently retired from that particular active service. Is that understood?”

“Yes Admiral Frederic,” said H.G. Wells in surprised. “Wells out.”

“Admiral Irene Frederic, Captain Remy Boudreaux. You may sit, if you like. You and your crew have been given an invitation to endless wonder, Captain. Unfortunately, this invitation is extended rather forcibly… due to a threat on your life. And I’m afraid that in this particular situation, since you know a little bit of the world I am about to reveal, I need your help as well.”

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Remy remained calm, but raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had spoken with the admiral, but this was their first meeting in person. The situation must be more dire than he thought.

He stood and offered Frederic a seat. “So de shuttle accident was an attempt on MY life. I am aware dat you are no’ normal Starfleet based on our past conversa-SHONS, but ‘ow can you be sure?”

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Frederic sat. “A cargo ship containing several artifacts intended for safe keeping was stolen. We have a list of those artifacts stolen however… reports from several field agents that coming close to locating an artifact only to have it disappear before they could obtain it. Someone else is collecting artifacts and we don’t have a complete list of exactly what is missing. Also, I was appraised by the situation by Lieutenant Andreas Mado on what happened to you. Your reputation in the fleet is known – and I’ve had my eye on you for awhile, Captain. Even before Starfleet gave your ship the Improbability Drive for your previous mission, but I have been keeping a closer eye since that drive is currently embedded within your ship. In addition to you being targeted, several future potential candidates for my organization have been recently gone missing… whether they have been taken or killed is yet unknown.”

She pulled out a pursue, seemingly from thin air, and then donning on a set of purple gloves, pulled out a large canister device which had the Captain’s rapier in it. “As a sign of trust, Captain, this is being returned to you. I apologize for Lt. Mado taking it without your knowledge or permission but that is unfortunately one of our mission directives – to bag, tag, and store artifacts. I must warn you however, no one has researched the effects of your rapier yet. It might be harmless and it might not. Artifacts have metaphysical properties which even to today – with all the science available to Starfleet and the Federation – is not yet understood. This runs with a standard Federation power cell, and must be switched out every week. Should it fail to do so, an emergency beacon will activate, and an agent will come retrieving it.”

She handed the Captain a pair of the purple gloves. “These gloves are designed to prevent the metaphysical properties of an artifact activating. While changing the power cell, which it has three – triple redundancy based on Federation design principles – the gloves should ensure no unintended reaction happens with the object stored within this specially designed canister that suppresses the metaphysical properties.”

“As for your crew, I leave it to your discretion how much you wish to reveal to them, but bare in mind, this is a secret that has a heavy burden and price to keep. Obviously, I shall provide you and your ship with the necessary logistical support for your mission. Though I have been recently informed by Lt. Mado that your Chief of Security Lt. Claire has found an unusual coin on Risa that appears to have not originated from Risa.”

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