Black Diamond Dogs and the Army of Light


Chapter Five


"Good morning, Sam."  Gina purr.

"It certainly is."

Razor stretched out in bed before reaching over and gathering Gina in his arms.  She squealed in mock protest as he pulled her up onto his chest as he rolled over onto his back.  Looking up he stared into her eyes that were as black as the void of deep space.  A bright smile lit up her face and contrasted beautifully with her dark skin.  Gina leaned in for an aggressive kiss.

Jolting awake Razor stared up at the ceiling of his quarters.  He turned his head to look at the empty side of the bed next to him.  He growled in disgust at the heavy feeling in his chest.  Still firmly believing that his love for the woman currently being held in the brig had been forced on him by Sybok Razor threw off the covers and retreated to the shower.  He used a quick cold rinse to wash away the dream before getting out to dry off.

"I need to get that damn Vulcan off my ship."  Razor muttered to himself as he pulled on his uniform.  

Salen and Sybok were both currently quarantined in Sick Bay until they could be sure that Sybok could control Salen's influence on the crew.  Razor wanted to go straight down to the infirmary, but he knew he had other duties first.  Getting to the bridge he found Flash at the helm guiding them through a nebula.  

"Morning, Flash."

"Morning, Razor."  Flash greeted.  "How is Salen doing?"

"Better."

"Good."  Flash said sincerely.  

"Any word from Starfleet?"  Razor asked.

"Not a peep."

"How long since their last contact with us?"

"Six days."

"Something wrong.  Command is never this quiet."

"The crew doesn't mind the break."  Flash shrugged seemingly unalarmed.  

"We all need a break, Flash, but when was the last time we were off mission for a full week without being on official shore leave?"

"Never."

"Exactly."

"So...what do you want to do about it?"  Flash asked.

"Nothing yet.  We don't contact Command, they contact us."

"That's always been the rule."  Flash agreed.

"Anything distressing on the general sub-space chatter?  Something that might suggest there is a reason for Command's radio silence?"

"Nothing."  Flash replied.  "Everything is fine."

"That's distressing in and of itself."  Razor said as he dragged his hands through his spiky hair.  "When was the last time everything was fine."

"Never."

"I can't deal with this right now."  Razor growled.  "Just keep your ear out for anything unusual, pay particular attention to anything involving the Enterprise.  I want to know what she's doing and if she gets within ten light years of us."

"Enterprise?  Got a feeling she's getting into trouble again?"

"No, but we've got Spock's brother on board and that's reason enough to keep a sharp eye out for the Enterprise."

"Do you think they can sense each other?"

"I'd be surprised if they couldn't."

"Razor..."  Flash hesitated.  

"Go head and say it."  Razor sighed.

"Are you sure it's wise to continue to have Vulcans aboard?"  Flash asked somberly.  

"It's the worst mistake Beckett ever made."  Razor admitted.  "But it's too late to turn back now."

"Once a Dog, always a Dog."  Flash smiled.

"Exactly and we never leave a Dog behind."  

"What if Salen turns rabid?"

"Then it will be my responsibility to put him down."