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Commander Red, a star fighter pilot, boards the U.S.S. Hunter with a very unusual request...

Star Trek Hunter
Episode 12: Prisoner in the Ice Castle

Scene 8: Red Hot


Red Hot

Lt. Cmdr. Mlady, Dr. Jazz Sam Sinder and Lt. Kenny Dolphin were gathered in the medical office as Commander Red pulled her interceptor into one of the Hunter’s vacant interceptor bays.

“Where is she from?” asked Dolphin.

“Bushehr, a seaport in southern Iran,” Mlady responded.

“Red is a strange name for a Persian.”

“She changed her name to that when she was seven - in protest.”

“Seven years old? What was she protesting?” Dolphin asked.

“I don’t think anyone knows,” Mlady answered. “I only know of her by reputation, but I have a fair idea why she wants to meet with you in the presence of an executive officer and the acting chief medical officer…”

“I want to have sex with the flyboy here,” Commander Red said as she strode into the medical office.

Dolphin whirled to face her, “What???”

Red was about 30 years old - small, dark, taut, evidently Persian, and aggressively beautiful. “I’ve been analyzing the movement of Imperial Guard interceptors, House Shav interceptors, interceptors from the other two houses. House Shav is rotating their interceptors through a series of drills and maintenance. Our intelligence indicates the pilots that brought those birds up here were engineers. They’re getting swapped out for combat pilots as they go through their maintenance cycles. I estimate they are about 20 hours away from making a move against one of the other two royal houses and the Guard won’t stop them. Which means in about 20 hours, my squadron will be on the front line to keep that from happening. I want your notch on my bandolier when I go up against them.”

Dolphin rolled his head back, a bewildered expression on his face, spread his hands, then dropped them to his sides. “Sure. Why not?” he said, shaking his head, eyes wide with disbelief.

Dr. Jazz stared at him as though the Hunter’s director of flight operations had suddenly been transformed into a large potted plant. Mlady barked - it took Dolphin a moment to realize she was laughing. He had never heard her laugh before.

“You sound so thrilled,” Red said.

“You’re the one who wants my notch on your bandolier,” Dolphin said, still bewildered. He took a deep breath, shook his head. 

“Dolphin,” Mlady said, “you may use my quarters. Just clean up when you’re done.” She walked up to Dolphin, hooked her finger into his collar. He had to lean down for her to whisper in his ear: “Malloriah Uhr left a gift for me. It’s in the top drawer in the wardrobe. Let it inspire you…”

“Um… thank you?” Dolphin straightened up and turned toward their guest, still more than a little bewildered. “Commander, if you will follow me, please…” Dolphin stepped toward the door. 

Red turned behind Dolphin’s back, looking at Jazz and Mlady. She made a motion with her hands as though she were wringing a wet rag and mouthed the words “He won’t last five minutes…”

Mlady was still chuckling after the two pilots walked out of the medical office. 

“He’s been here a year,” said Dr. Jazz. “And I still really don’t know that man. I would never have guessed he would react like that…”

Mlady had a wicked glint in her eye. “Want to watch?”


“With Dr. Tali Shae down on the moon, you’re the acting chief medical officer. Regulation 4:410 Section 6-37(a)5.13 gives you the option if, in your opinion, the patient in your charge might be at risk to his health, to require medical supervision…”

Dr. Jazz boggled at the diminutive 2nd officer. “Unbelievable!!”

“Oh come on…” Mlady teased. “I want to know what he’s going to do with that buggy-whip Mallory left for me…”


Chapter End Notes:

Character:                        Commander Red (Red)
Human Ethnicity:             Persian
Additional Species:         N/A
Hometown/Homeworld:  Bushehr, Iran, Earth
Introduced: Episode        12.7
Age when introduced:      30
Role:                                 Squadron Commander, 1st Expeditionary Interceptor Group

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