The bridge was not a place any crew member wished to be near at that moment. Nobody had ever seen their captain as enraged as she is at this moment. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a plastic knife, and honestly nobody was about to speak up to try and stop the captain's silent raging. Her eyes were a-lit like a supernova blazing out of all control in the vacuum of space, her hands balled into ever-so tight fists that blood was running from her palms.
"Captain," Spockanort's voice broke through the stagnant silence, all eyes turning to him except the captain's. "If you continue to clench your hands in such a manner, you will eventually cause more damage to yourself. I advise you to stop at once."
The captain relaxed her hands and began pacing in front of her chair. "How is this even possible. The shields were up, the reflector panels are made to shield against Darkness and Light from breaking through, and none of the alarms went off. So...How?" she muttered as she turned around and around in a slow rhythm. "I mean, I'M the greatest captain in the entire quadrant...It says so on that award I got last year..."
Spockanort's lips turned down minutely before he shifted and put his hands behind his back. "Captain, if I may offer some criticism."
"Very well, Commander."
"Sir, if you had not opened hailing channels and announced the claim you had on the human male and the cake, you would have been able to keep his location secret from any pursuers and effectively won the conflict."
The captain stopped her pacing before turning around to look at Spockanort. "So you are saying this is my fault?" There was no malice in her words, and the anger seemed to drain from her entire body. "Why didn't you advise me against this? Isn't that why you're my Number One?"
Spockanort stayed quiet, looking away from the captain's piercing eyes. "I...That is..." He didn't know how to answer. Any answer he would give her would encourage her villainous wrath and key her in on his secret feelings for his ranking officer and neither was an option for the logical man. She was his captain, and she seemed to have a great attachment to the silver-haired male. Anything she wanted, he would grant her and it meant losing her to another (less superior) person, so be it. "...your enthusiasm over obtaining the human male was so great that I had believed the most logical action was to allow your broadcast. It was only after the fact that I realized my decision was not the most logical course of action. I take full responsibility for the human's recapture by the enemy."
The captain stared at Spockanort before letting out a small chuckle, a sweet sound to everybody on the bridge (and the ship for the communications officer was broadcasting this conversation ship-wide to let everybody know the captain wasn't about to self-destruct the ship or something just as awful and life-threatening)
"Commander, put yourself at ease. Nobody is at fault except my own stupidity." Then a confident grin grew on her face. "We'll just have to get him back. Spockanort, please go do an analysis on the Orange Portal residue in my cabin. Lift the level two Darkness restriction. Your orders are to use the Darkness and track Riku down."
"Yes, sir." Spockanort, for the first time in over a hundred years, grinned as a dark power began to fill every fiber of his being. Hello, old friend. It has been awhile...
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Captain Ethnic was not happy. So that was an understatement. She was furious.
"Where the hell are we, Spockanort?" The captain surveyed the dark room, screens sitting in the center of the room like ominous reminders of events that seemed like a lifetime ago. "It's pretty creepy here." She held her phaser close to her body, her cat-like eyes narrowing to make sure there was nobody there.
"I am unsure, Captain. This was the location source of the portal...Some type of chamber..." Spockanort held up his own phaser and stepped forward until his feet landed on something, a soft crunch softly sounding down low. The commander bent down to look at hat he stepped on. "...There appears to be some kind of broken device here, Captain."
The captain sauntered forward, staring at the device. A nonexistent wind picked up in the room, and a soft whisper seemed to echo in Captain Ethnic's ear. "That is Riku and the Cake. Broken into...HUNDREDS of pieces......" Without a second thought, the captain bent down, her perfect behind in perfect view for Spockanort, and began picking up the pieces. "We need to get as many of the pieces as possible out of here. I order level one of the Darkness restriction to be lifted. Spockanort, use the full extent of your released powers to put this device back together. We NEEEEEEEEEEED Riku and that Cake!"
"Yes, sir."
So, while they gained the pieces of Riku and the Cake trapped in the broken device, they left the strange chamber with no sense of victory...Except Spockanort who got almost all of his powers back in one day. It was only a matter of time before everything would be set in motion.
And...it would appear the GLaDOS made his job a lot easier.