Chapter 45 Noah was deceived, the villain of the king
Noah nodded. That must not be all, otherwise Carol wouldn't have called him back to the ship. He looked at her expectantly.
"Our sensors captured some very unusual values," Carol continued. "The long-range sensors are barely working, so more accurate data cannot be obtained." She took Noah to the science station, where a Vulcan was already sitting and trying to get useful information from the still-working equipment. data. Beside him stood Nilf, helping him as best he could.
"What's the value?" Noah wanted to know.
"Unknown," Jeffrey replied. "The sensors couldn't understand the values. All we know is that after we dropped the rescued miners on that planet, something changed there. It only lasted a few minutes and then disappeared."
"Interesting. Who else was there? Were the slaves eventually freed? But who knew they were there?" he thought aloud. Worry rose in him. And anger. Angry at his own powerlessness. There was nothing he could do at the moment, although the people being rescued might be in danger.
"Probably normal," Nilf replied. He also returned to civilization. He had his wild Klingon hair tied into a braid, exposing his pointed ears. It's a confusing sight. He was wearing civilian clothing because he was not a crew member. "Interference from a ship to the sensors. Could also be a natural phenomenon."
"Mere speculation won't help us," Jeffrey warned sternly, and Nilf immediately fell silent. Clearly, Jeffrey intends to bring Vulcan logic back to the half-Vulcan.
Suddenly, Noah felt that leaving those people behind was a mistake. It's not just a feeling, it's a certainty. This is a mistake. They are in serious danger and need his help because something strange is going on there.
"Captain." Jeffrey turned to his console again to check the new data. "The new values have results. They are approaching the planet."
Nilf is also looking at the data. "These are ships," he said slowly.
Noah looked at Jeffrey, wanting to confirm Nilf's statement. He still didn't completely believe him. Nilf looks too much like a Klingon. Although the captain tried hard to eliminate prejudice and stereotypes, he was not entirely successful.
"Based on the data, it's impossible to determine what they are," Jeffrey simply said.
"They're spaceships," Nilf insisted. "I've used not-so-good sensors on my little ship. I know how to interpret the data." He looked at Jeffrey. "This is an experience that can only be gained by traveling alone in space for many years."
Jeffrey's eyebrows rose, but he said nothing.
"According to the display, there should be three spaceships," Nilf continued. He looked at the data carefully and then quickly stood up. "This is Demon Flame's spaceship."
In a hurry, Li Weiwei hurriedly packed up some small things scattered everywhere. In this case, she had been clearing and sweeping for two hours, trying to keep everything as organized as possible. Like the rest of the ship, her quarters were a mess. Part of the wall decoration was ripped open because a pipe exploded behind it. Of course, the pipes haven't been fixed yet. Only the wall coverings were removed as the torn edges protruded and became a potential hazard for the occupants. People can easily sustain fatal injuries near the waist. Although you can now see all the pipes and cables running through the walls, as well as burnt and damaged pipes, people seem to have gotten used to it all. Regardless, it's a constant reminder of what happened.
Li Weiwei lived in a double room, like most of the crew. It's inside the spacecraft, so it has no windows. She had always been a little dissatisfied in the past. Although almost no light comes in through the windows because space is dark and the light from the stars is negligible, the windows still create a pleasant atmosphere because of the view. But now the location is an advantage because she doesn't have to move, like her colleagues who live in the hull of the ship. The room consists of a living room and a bedroom with two beds. But since the attack, only a bed has been needed. Her roommate was one of the victims who didn't survive the first demonic attack. Li Weiwei tried not to think about those things, although it was not easy. Her roommate's personal belongings were everywhere. They had decorated this room together, and the shocks from the battle had also disrupted the most personal things of the residents. During the process of organizing, some items reminded her of her dead roommate and she couldn't help crying. But she always suppressed her emotions immediately. It's the only way she can handle it right now.
Fortunately, but also to her surprise, she was not assigned a new roommate. But she wasn't complaining either. She preferred to be alone most of the time now. Also, it is more convenient if visitors come. Otherwise, one of the two residents would have to find something to do elsewhere during the visit.
And tonight, she has guests. He will arrive soon. So she had to pack as much as she could. Although she is not satisfied at the moment, she should do her best under the current circumstances. She could only hope that visitors would turn a blind eye and ignore the chaos.
She knelt down and picked up an upside-down photograph. Lift it slowly. The harsh sound of glass scraping against each other made her sigh. The picture frame was shattered and shards of glass were scattered on the floor. Now she can no longer put the photo upright. She had been so proud of it because it was one of the few beautiful photos she had. She stared at the photo, touching it lightly with her fingertips. "Myron, I miss you so much," she said slowly. She sat quietly for a few seconds, looking sadly at the photo. Then she straightened her back, put the photo aside, and began to pick up the pieces. The photo was taken on a beautiful sunny day here on Earth. A little white dog is running happily on a grass field. Running with it is the much younger Li Weiwei. Apparently this is a picture of her youth.
She had just put away the broken glass when the doorbell rang and someone was outside. She took a deep breath in excitement and said calmly, "Come in."
Ted walked in. He was wearing a Starfleet uniform, albeit a new, clean one. But because the crisis has not been completely resolved, he may be called to the bridge at any time, so he does not want to change into civilian clothes.
Li Weiwei greeted him with a smile. She was dressed casually, though not for a date. The time and environment are not suitable at this moment. Too much has happened recently. Too many people have died and now is not the time to celebrate.
"Hello," Li Weiwei greeted Ted, greeting him with a smile.
"Hello," he replied simply. He smiled rarely and looked very serious. He didn't bring her any gifts either. It was nearly impossible under the current circumstances, but she noticed anyway. His eyes wandered around the room and spotted the table. She had set the table for them. Although simple, it looks pretty good under the circumstances. There is also a candle on the table. Overall, the small room looks pretty tidy. She really cares.
Ted was visibly uncomfortable. He couldn't relax no matter what. He knows why. The situation with the demonic flames has not yet been completely resolved. Of course he couldn't get rid of this idea completely. But the real reason was that that night, when he was trying to find the weakness of Demon Yan, Li Weiwei fell asleep next to him. And he said something in his sleep. It's just a word, but it's enough.
Myron.
The name always stuck in Ted's mind. Although he didn't know who Myron was, judging from his name, it was probably another man. Now she invites him. What is her purpose? Does she want to find a relationship, a fling, during her time in space? In fact, he didn't want to come over, but Li Weiwei's invitation was so friendly that he couldn't refuse. But now, standing here, looking at the candles in front of him, he has begun to regret his decision. He had to tell her. Also tell her that he is not the kind of person who is not dedicated.
"What's wrong?" she asked cautiously, approaching him. "Sit down." She took his arm.
Ted took two steps toward the table, then stopped. He cannot do this. He held her upper arms with both hands and looked directly into her eyes. "Li Weiwei. We have to talk first. This is very important." He didn't know how to tell her. No matter what, he never wanted to be part of her affair.
She just nodded and looked at him in horror. His serious tone frightened her.
"I'm talking about the night you slept on the couch at my place," he began, but the intercom speaker cut him off.
"Red Alert," came the voice loud and clear, repeated more than once. At the same time, sirens began to buzz.
Ted rolled his eyes. Obviously he would not have a chance to talk to Li Weiwei. He shrugged apologetically. He said nothing more and hurriedly left the room.
Li Weiwei watched him leave. To her, the dream collapsed like a pack of cards. She had realized it as he looked at her, as she stared into his serious eyes. It was obvious that he didn't feel for her as deeply as she felt for him. In this case, it would have been better for him not to have told her directly. The look in his eyes was enough for her to understand, and she didn't need to suffer a heavier blow.
"Magic flames?" Noah repeated alertly, a chill running down his spine. "What are they doing there?"
Jeffrey raised his right eyebrow. Of course, the answer is self-evident. "They might want to bring their slaves back," he simply said.
Of course, Noah had already realized this. Actually that's just a rhetorical question. If it was really Demonic Flame, they had to take action. They couldn't simply let the escaped prisoners fall into the clutches of the demonic flames again. this is not right. The problem was that the Republic was unable to take action on the one hand, and on Kablan's instructions, on the other hand. Currently, the Republic is only valuable to a scrap dealer. In combat, the Republic might as well be a cargo ship, and cargo ships are usually unarmed. So they had to come up with something else. They can only once again hope for help from the Kablan people.
"If the demonic flames find us here, then they might invade this system," Noah explained. "We must warn the people of Kablan. We must tell them of the danger of the situation." Noah knew that, despite all the unkindness of the men who had helped them, they still had an obligation to do so.
"If King Kabulan hadn't discovered the demonic flame earlier, he should have discovered it by now," Nilf replied calmly.
Noah gave him a sidelong look. He had almost no chance against two Vulcans from Mars, even if one of them was only half Vulcan. Besides, he felt a little stupid in front of the two of them.
"Captain, we've been summoned," Vader interjected.
"Is it the king's palace?" Noah asked hopefully. Maybe they have an explanation for the sensor results. Or maybe they know what to do with the Republic.
"No," she shook her head in surprise. "From outer space."
Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "Put him on the screen." He walked over to the command chair and saw a man on the screen, but he wasn't wearing a Starfleet uniform. Instead, he wore a tight-fitting black leather suit with no sleeves. This is casual clothing that is no longer worn in civilized society. His appearance was too radical. Only his strong upper arms are visible on the screen, with the rest being out of range of the camera. His cheeks were square and his head was shaved clean. He was standing on a command bridge, though obviously different from the Starfleet command bridge. The surrounding light appears red.
"I'm Captain Razor of the Negro," he introduced.
"I am Captain Noah," answered the Indian. He immediately realized what kind of ship Razer commanded. "What does a pirate captain want from us?" he asked with a tone of rejection.
"Please don't be so dismissive, Captain. Each of us is just doing our job. But there is no time for these things now. I must warn you. The Kablans have betrayed you. They made a deal with the Demon Flame, and that's all. Only then can they avoid being conquered by the demonic flames. You and your crew will soon be sent away, and then intercepted and destroyed by the demonic flames. It seems that you are completely used as cannon fodder or trophies. Obviously, the demonic flames have received their gods instructions. The other rescued slaves have been captured again at this moment. And their three battleships have set off to capture the Republic..." The voice became worse and worse. The noise muffled the words and the picture blurred. Then, the connection was lost.
"What happened?" Noah turned to ask Vader.
"I don't know. I can't receive anything anymore. No signal on any channel," Vader replied desperately, pressing a few buttons. But nothing happened. "The connection has been interrupted."
"Who did it?"
"I don't know," she admitted.
