The Battle of Lazzaro: The Finale (Part 2)
Posted on Wed Sep 24th, 2025 @ 9:41pm by Captain Patricia Cooke & Lieutenant Charlotte E. "Charlie" Yeager & I-402 & I-400 & Boso Gane & Oko Gane & Commander Katrina Chance & Lieutenant Commander Andrew Star & Lieutenant Akira Kogami & Lieutenant Alice Penrose
Edited on on Wed Sep 24th, 2025 @ 9:41pm
1,037 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Impending Midnight
Location: Space
Timeline: After Part 1
Previously, on Star Trek: Missouri:
Joe opened a communication line to the transporter rooms, listening to the crewmen on duty as they worked to get a lock on the away team:
"Transporter room's reporting they have positive locks on Kogami, I-402, and the twins." He reported, listening further to the comms chatter. "But negative locks on T'eseri, Erbun, or any of the marines."
"Keep trying, damnit!" Patricia ordered.
"Captain:" Charlie interjected. "We're not going to be able to hold our current course for much longer. Strongly advise we prioritize the ones we have locks on."
Patricia swore under her breath. She knew that time was already up, and that her third doctor and second marine detachment had been effectively sentenced to death.
"Cooke to transporter room:" Patricia spoke directly to the transporter operators. "energize."
And now, the conclusion:
[Transporter Room 1, Deck 4]
With a gulp, the nervous Andorian transporter operator proceeded to power up the modified transporter. Slowly, the wispy outlines of the few away team members they had managed to lock onto began to appear on the transporter pad. Slowly, the transporter beam loaded more and more of their transporter buffers until, at last, Akira Kogami, I-402, and the Gane twins appeared on the transporter pad.
However, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong with Oko: She had materialized near Kogami, and had been holding a defensive position. Oko looked down to see that her abdomen had been completely charred.
"You... Didn't... See that coming..." Oko was able to mutter as she drew her last breaths before dropping to the transporter pad, her organs having shut down before her body reached the deck.
"Oh my God," Akira gasped as it dawned on her what had just happened. "Medic! We need a medic over here!"
"Oko?" Boso gasped, panic entering his voice as he rushed over to his sister. "Oko, stay with me-!"
[Bridge]
"NOW!" Patricia yelled. "GET US CLEAR!"
"Reducing speed, sir." Charlie responded.
"Alerting the rest of the fleet to break off the pursuit." Joe added.
[Planetoid surface]
A crippled I-400 drone, blasted in half, crawled its way up to the device at the broken monument. Firmly grabbing the handle at the device's top and giving it a firm clockwise twist.
[Space]
As the planetoid and the cubes shot ahead, the planetoid suddenly detonated- its payload going inert with catastrophic consequences. Pieces of planetoid were propelled up the tractor beams of the cubes, damaging the support vessels and starting a chain reaction that destroyed them too.
[USS Missouri - Bridge]
"Helm, full stop!" Patricia ordered as I-402 stepped off the turbolift onto the bridge.
"Full stop, aye, sir!" Charlie acknowledged.
The Missouri dropped out of warp in the middle of the debris field- mangled pieces of ex-Borg cube mixed with unrecognizable chunks of planetoid. With the amount of destruction present, some of which was still decelerating, it was hard to believe that just moments earlier, it was all moving at Warp 5.5.
"Any signs of I-400?" Patricia asked.
I-402 stood in front of the viewscreen, scanning all that it was picking up.
"One." I-402 responded, indicating a large piece of wreckage ahead of the Missouri. "In that remnant."
I-402 turned to Charlie.
"Get us in transporter range and prepare a transporter room:" She instructed. "I'm going in."
Charlie turned to Patricia as I-402 headed back towards the turbolift.
"Sir?" She asked.
"Do it:" Patricia ordered.
Silently nodding in acknowledgement, Charlie turned and began to maneuver the ship closer to the indicated cube wreckage.
[I-400 cube wreckage]
After massacring all of its bodies, I-400 had been reduced to one barely functioning drone. But it was still enough to start rebuilding: Starfleet may have gotten her this time, but there was still enough capacity to restart production.
As I-400 climbed over wreckage, a Federation transporter beam suddenly delivered I-402 in front of her.
For almost 30 seconds, nothing was said between the two: I-402 had come alone. No trigger-happy Starfleet officers behind her ready to end this once and for all, just the two of them.
"You're afraid." I-402 finally spoke.
"Of you?" I-400 responded sarcastically.
"Of death." I-402 clarified. "You're the last one."
"You were supposed to be the last." I-400 explained. "Banner asked for a savior, and settled for a slave."
"I suppose that makes us both disappointments." I-402 said, eliciting a chuckle from I-400.
"I suppose we are:" I-400 agreed.
"Humans are odd." I-402 admitted. "They think order and chaos are somehow opposites, and... Try to control what won't be. But, there is grace in their failures. I think you miss that."
"They're doomed." I-400 muttered.
"Yes..." I-402 agreed under her breath. "But a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts."
I-400 turned back towards I-402.
"It's a privilege to be among them." I-402 continued.
"You're unbearably naive..." I-400 replied.
"Well..." I-402 said. "I was born last week..."
At this moment, I-400 lunged at I-402. Anticipating this, when I-400 was in grappling distance, I-402 grabbed I-400 by the head, the drone's already compromised cranial cavity made it easier for I-402 to push in and crush the machinery. In an instant, I-400 was no more, and I-402 dropped the lifeless drone to the deck.
I-402 stood for a moment longer in the wreckage of what I-400 had built, taking in the great tragedy of it all before finally tapping her combadge:
"I-402 to Missouri: One to beam out."
Within seconds of her transmission, I-402 was once again enveloped in the same transporter beam that had delivered her to this place, leaving behind only the ruins of a failed experiment.
A Mission Post by
Captain Patricia Cooke
Commanding Officer
Commander Katrina Chance
Executive Officer
Lieutenant Akira Kogami
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
Second Officer
Lieutenant Commander Andrew Star
Chief Science Officer
Chief Engineer
Lieutenant Commander Joseph Nixon
Chief Operations Officer
Lieutenant Alice Penrose
Chief Counselor
Lieutenant Charlotte E. "Charlie" Yeager
Assistant Chief Flight Control Officer
Lieutenant Sara'draphia T'eseri
Chief Medical Officer
Gunnery Sergeant Roy Erbun
First Sergeant
I-402
Computer AI Interface
Boso Gane
Mission Advisor
Oko Gane
Mission Advisor
I-400
Antagonist
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