VC2 Chapter 8-Commander Thompson

Sector 2300

Planet 2305

October 20, 2052

Irene slowly exited out of the closet of a sleeping quarter and made her way towards the cafeteria. The ship was dead silent as the crew had already gone to sleep for the big day tomorrow. She went to the counter and managed to grab two apples before a figure passed the entrance door.

“Hello?” the figure shouted from outside the door as the doors got pushed open.

Johnson scanned the dark vacant cafeteria before returning to his duties. Irene watched Johnson leave and quickly stuffed the apples in her pocket before making her way out of the room. She watched the man make his way down the corridor when a solider ran up to him.

“VP Rumblelow is on the line sir.” the soldier reported.

“Good.” Johnson increased his pace towards his quarters.

The word “Rumblelow” perked Irene's interest as she knew Rumblelow was the Vice President of the Vega corporation. She sneaked past some guards in the shadows and placed her ear to the wall of Johnson's office.

“Sir, I have news for you.” Johnson spoke.

“What is it Captain?” a deep voice replied which appeared to be Rumblelow.

“Commander Thompson's fleet is here.” Johnson replied.

“The hijacked fleets?” Rumblelow raised his voice in surprise.

“Yes sir. It appears that TFD are the ones responsible.” Johnson's voice cracked.

“This is an unexpected turn of events. I know you have been searching for the killers responsible for the death of your wife, but there is a job to be finished first. We will retrieve the lost ships after the job is done.” Rumblelow talked cooly.

“The bastards will pay for killing Evelyn Thompson.” Johnson thundered.

“Captain Johnson, are you fit for carrying your duties?” Rumblelow questioned.

“Um, yes. Yes sir I can.” Johnson toned down his voice.

“Good, I do not want to send Commander Vorzer here to clean up a mess you made.” Rumblelow threatened.

“No sir, I am good.” Johnson replied smoothly.

“Dismissed.” Rumblelow ordered.

Irene knew she needed to get off the Apocrypha and relay what she heard to the NB officers in the other docked ships of Johnson's condition. She scurried out of the ship access hatch and ran towards the portable room when suddenly someone grabbed her from behind.

 “Well...look who we have here.” the man questioned as he held Irene down to the ground twisting her arms behind her back.