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Post by loki on Apr 27, 2006 23:53:09 GMT
The away team continued to make discreet inquiries about their comrades, who might or might not have something to do with the criminals that had been mentioned on the news. To Lex’s mind there was presently no difference between the two, a mistake that rationality told her was not helpful, but that hope told her not to let go of. The news report was the only thing they had to go on on the whole of this strange planet. And things were about to get even better…
“Damn it.” Stevenson muttered after breaking off her communiqué with the Commander back on the ship.
“Whats wrong?” Lex asked with a frown.
”They have reason to believe that somebody detected our transfer. Which means we’re probably being looked for.” Hannah complained.
“Great that’s all we need.” Farsir commented, “So now what?”
“We find whoever it is we are looking for and get the hell outta here.” Loki stated as though this was the kinda thing she did everyday. Hannah agreed, and they doubled their efforts questioning the locals about the criminals on the news.
Still coming up empty several hours later, the team found themselves in an alleyway, and stumbled upon a couple of foul-smelling individuals rifling through a rubbish bin. It took the tramps several moments to notice they were being watched, an act which didn’t go down terribly well with them. The nearest and widest of the two brown-clad men strode over to the Commander with an uneven gait. He squared up to Hannah, and to his disadvantage came several inches shy of her height.
“You looking for something?” he asked in a gruff and unfriendly voice.
“Actually we are.” Farsir answered, stepping up beside his team leader for support. Apparently taking this as a challenge, the tramps companion trudged over to them. Regardless, Jason continued, “I don’t suppose you know anything, but we’re looking for some information on those criminals that were on the news.”
The taller of the two men looked blank for a moment, and then had a thought. “And what would you three be wanting with a couple of runaways?” He asked with implied suggestion.
“They have something that belongs to us.” Lex said boldly, quickly dousing any suspicion that might have been stirring.
“Oh. And what might that be?” His friend drawled.
“None of your concern.” Hannah decided, before pushing further, “Do you have any information or not?”
The men looked at one another, and then back to the three officers. Lex wondered if it might be safer if Cyle’s marines were backing them up right now, but then again, there were only two of them.
“I dunno where they gone, but I got a pretty good idea.” The first one said. The pause that followed made the officers wander if he would continue. While he was making up his mind, Lex locked her hands together tightly to prevent herself from wrapping them around his neck.
“Yeah right Burt.” Said the other, letting go a hideous chuckle from beneath his bearded face. “If I were them I would have jumped on the first cargo train outta here.” He snarled.
Trying not to pass out from the stench of his breath Hannah replied exasperated. “But that means they could be anywhere.”
Tramp number one (also known as Burt) smiled broadly, showing the gaps between his knarled teeth. “Not from here. All trains go to the same place.”
Oh God this it taking forever… Lex thought inwardly, willing their conversation to speed up a little. She could see from the looks in their eyes the others were thinking along the same lines. Farsir had suddenly gone quiet, probably thinking it best to say nothing rather than aggravate the problem. Hannah ploughed on with her interrogation, however, slowly getting the answers.
“And where’s that?” She asked, masking her annoyance very well. Again the two locals eyed each other up before answering. Tramp number two, leaned even closer in towards them, and Lex had to physically stop herself from taking a step backwards in disgust. His eyes darting side to side, as though someone might be hiding in the shadows, and he whispered;
“To the Condurrow.” The name meant nothing to them, but seemingly filled the two small men with fear.
”Where is it? How do we get there?” Lex asked, impatience rife in her tone.
“Outsiders do not go there.” One of them answered, “Unless…they have to.” Lex rolled her eyes; the more time they wasted here the easier it was for the Tammerons to discover them. She suspected that they had already made the link between themselves and the Nevada, which would mean time was running out more quickly than they would have wanted.
“But we have to find them before the authorities do, otherwise we’ll never get our stuff back.” Hannah lied
“The trains do not take off-wordlers.” Burt explained, as though they should already have known that. “But we might be able to, for a small fee…” he offered. Stevensons eyes narrowed at his proposition, knowing it was down to her to make the choice. There were a lot of variables to consider: whether the criminals had anything to do with their lost colleagues; whether this pair of misfits knew more than they were letting on; and whether leading her team into a part of the settlement that was off-limits to outsiders on their word was wise in the slightest.
“Alright, take us to the Condurrow, then we’ll pay.” She made a split second decision. After all, what choice did they have..?
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Post by Harrias Jira on Apr 28, 2006 23:29:38 GMT
As Steve left the lounge, Harrias wondered if he had found out something, or whether he was boring of the sales pitches. If it was the first, then the trill hoped it was something that would help them, because damn did they need some help and lucky breaks right now. If on the other hand it was the second, then he would just have the kill the guy, because it was definitely some kind of injustice that he had to suffer it on his own. He stifled a yawn, trying furiously to turn it into a cough, although he doubted that the salesmen were convinced, they did after all pay a lot of attention to body language to develop their sales.
About ten minutes after Steve had left (in which time he had learnt all about the updated parallel feeding that would revolutionise the way information was relayed) the panel in front of Harrias flashed. Well, that wasn’t entirely true… a small light flashed in the corner of the panel. As the trill glanced at it, it stopped flashing and remained orange, indicating that he had received a written message, not a communiqué. Allowing the presentation to continue, he flipped the screen up and quickly scanned through the message. One eyebrow rose, vulcan like.
Contemplating the contents of the message, he waited a suitable period of time before he stood up and walked towards the trio of sales executives in front of him. - “I think I’ve head all I need to right now. There is another team waiting outside, and after I have heard their proposal I am sure I will have some more questions for you. I assume you will have no problems with staying for a few hours? I have had my crew set aside one of the guest lounges for you, from there you will be able to replicate anything you want, or order food from our on ship chef. A limited communications panel has been set up for your use.” - “Thank you Commodore. We will await your summons.” The senior executive bowed shallowly and shook the trill’s hand before they left the room.
Once the trio had left, Harrias moved back around to the computer panel he had just vacated and flipped the screen up again. He ran his fingers quickly across the options until he had achieved his aim and opened the call that had been on hold for the past twelve minutes. - “My apologies for keeping you waiting Trader.” He used the honorific term given to all members of the Tammeron government. “As you are no doubt aware, I have been in a meeting with representatives from TamCom for the past couple of hours.” - “Your meeting and my being kept waiting do not concern me. Your spies on my planet do. Remove them.” - “Trader, they are simply carrying out research on the companies with which we are dealing. Surely such market research is common place on a planet such as this?” - “Your lies are another thing that I do not care to discuss. Remove your people, or we shall do it for you. Tammeron out.”
As the link went dead, Harrias sighed before standing up. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but he did still have some aces up his sleeves. He tapped his commbadge. =/\= Bring the representatives from Interplanetary C&C in. =/\= =/\= Aye sir. =/\=
The second trio of sales people entered the room mere seconds later. Harrias stood up once more to shake their hands, walked away a few paces, and then spun on his heels. - “I’m going to come clean with you. I have sent some of my crew to Tammeron in an effort to purchase some equipment that isn’t exactly federation standard. However, they are having some problems with your government. Now, I haven’t heard your sales pitch, but you are a company of repute, so I will make you an offer. Make the problems for my crew go away for long enough, and I will give you this deal. How about it?”
The middle figure who Harrias had picked out immediately as the chief frowned, his eyebrows furrowing down over his eyes, making it look like a tribble had just landed on his head. After a few seconds like this, his eyes were revealed once more, glinting with greed and opportunity. - “If you will allow me to make some calls, I can see what I can do?” Harrias smiled at the words. - “Of course, your lounge has a communications device that will suit your needs. I trust you will contact me.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2006 2:45:30 GMT
OOC way to go Harrias
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Cyle had linked up with the other from his team, and was now walking back towards the center of town, if you could call it that. "Marine Captain Cyle to Commodore Jira, i didint find anything as of yet, i'm actually surprised. I know planets like this, and we havent even gottne a rumor, not even someone trailing us, somethings not right here"
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"Aye sir, we'll keep looking"
Cyle looked back at his marines and frowned, "well boys, looks like we start looking for a job", indicated the only way to get any information, was to go undercover, at least just alittle more than they are now.
OOC sry i dont much here, kinda lost in thinking right now, its not all coming back to me yet
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Post by jasonfarsir on Apr 29, 2006 5:59:15 GMT
Having to control the urge to beat the two who got mouthy with them, Jason kept a very watchful eye on them. He wasn't certain, and he knew he wasn't part of the security crew but he thought he saw two impressions of something that looked like weapons hidden in the clothes. They looked raged enough so no one would notice, but what made his attention attract to it was for a brief few seconds he noticed that part of the one shape didn't seem like something clothes couldn't naturally make a shape of. One looked small and almost hooked like knife for short range attacks. The other was somewhat shaped like a mix between a Klingon, and Romulin disrupter. He saw a small almost half circle as if the weapon was designed for use under the hand hand held by the wrist instead of being held in the hand. He looked back and forth from one to the other a couple more times. He saw the same shapes in both of their clothes.
One of them noticed Jason eying them. "What are you looking at?" tramp number two asked suspiciously.
"Nothing, I was just um admiring the design of your clothes I like them. In fact I wouldn't mind having a set of my own" Jason said causally trying not to let it be known that he saw anything. how am I going to tell the commander he thought our shadows are toward those two so I can't give hand jesters, and I don't know if anyone here can read lips, and they might find it odd that I would walk slower Then it hit him. He could fake a sprained ankle so he could tell someone close enough to hear it.
"These were home made they do not sell these anywhere," tramp number one said attempting to start a causal conversation.
"I'm sorry to hear that I was looking forward to" then he fakes. He moves very convincingly so even his fellow officers wouldn't notice it as being an act. Since he had sprained his ankle in the past he knew what to do. He also knew what not to do so he wouldn't actually sprain it "OOWW!!!" he yelled falling to the ground grabbing his ankle. On the fall down his butt managed to land on a rock so the pain look in his eyes was very real. okay that was not part of the plan he thought almost sarcastically.
Stevenson saw him fall and reach for his ankle. While walking to him she asked "Ensign, are you okay?"
Everyone could tell he was in pain because of his voice. "I don't know I think I sprained my ankle," Stevenson went to reach the ankle to see how bad it was. When she knelled down close enough Jason whispered without moving his mouth"They have weapons hidden in those clothes,"
"are you sure?" she whispered back, than out loud so everyone could hear "well you didn't sprain it but you might have turned it the wrong way. We'll get it looked at as soon as we get back" she grabbed Jason's hand to help him up. helping him stay steady she asked " Can you stand on your own,"
"give me a minute or two," gently holding her shoulder "it's barely visible but you can see the indentations on their right side they both have two hidden. One I think is a knife the other is a disrupter of some sort," whispering as quietly as possible. then so everyone could hear while starting to walk off with a purposely limp "I think I'm fine now, thank you"
Loki turned around "we could take a short break if you need it"
Just looking at the two showing the way "no we can keep going" Jason replied.
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Post by fthelev on May 1, 2006 14:47:09 GMT
The phaser in the hand of the railwayman was a small and little device. Small and little devices could be very deceiving and rather nasty at best of times. Certainly when they are held by the wrong persons and pointed at him. And this wasn’t the best of times. Frek glanced from the phaser to the guy holding it. He coughed politely and raised a finger. “I really must object,” Frek said. The man raised an eyebrow and his head up a bit. It was almost in synchrony with the phaser, which was also raised a bit more. It was now squarely pointed at the centre of his chest. “I am not a blue freak,” Frek commented. The man sighed and shook his head disapprovingly. The pressure of his finger on the trigger passed the threshold and a yellow-orange beam shot out of it.
It’s not being stunned that is the problem, although he could think of better ways of being stunned. Preferably in a lets-not-render-Frek-unconscious kind of way. Unfortunately that is exactly what it always turned out to. Like said before, getting stunned isn’t the nasty bit, it’s the waking up part. While waking up after being knocked out with a blunt object and by a blunt subject is rather similar to waking up with a hangover, being rendered unconscious by a phaser blast is not. With a hangover the pain is usually confined to the head and besides a slightly nauseous feeling and a dry mouth that tastes as if it hasn’t seen a toothbrush in fortnight there is little more discomfort. Now, with a phaser blast most of the above is included as well. But the cell shock that causes the unconscious rendering effect also makes you feel as if you have been through a Klingon wedding ritual. Not that Frek ever been through a Klingon wedding ritual, but he was beginning to understand how that must feel like. Not only his head felt as if something had exploded inside, but more or less his whole body felt that way. As if it was launched of a steep cliff in a freak accident to subsequently be trampled by a horde of Alvarian mountain hamsters. And mind you, for those who have been to the Alvarian mountains where they dwell know that they are not the tiny annoying creatures that tend to climb into your curtains like the ones on Earth. No, these were large six-legged mammals, all weighing at least three times as much as T’Fat. And with their six feet they can do a lot of trampling. Needless to say, it’s not the most pleasant sensation you can experience.
There was a groan and Frek opened his eyes to see where the groan came from. The groan decided repeated itself once more. With his dulled senses slowly starting to reboot one by one Frek discovered the groan emerged from himself. The realisation of that and of what had happened came with another groan. He tried to move. Bad idea. It hurt. He gathered some strength and tried again. It still hurt, but nonetheless he managed to get himself into an upright position. In an opposite corner a woeful heap of misery started to move as well. As it slumped it self against the wall Frek realised the woeful heap of misery was Melain. She didn’t look very good and definitely not as if she enjoined the experience. While Melain was busy to reinitialise herself Frek inspected their ‘guest-quarters’. There wasn’t much to say about it. Three meters in square, perhaps three and a half. Made from dull grey concrete a door at one side and high on the wall some narrow windows that provided some scarce light. In the middle of the floor was a small drain, but unless you were a cockroach like the one crawling into it right now, it wasn’t much use. There was a lamp on the ceiling, but nobody had thought it necessary to light it. At least they were energy conscious.
“Where are we?” Melain asked. Frek shrugged and hoisted himself to his feet. At least they weren’t tied up. Something to be grateful about. “I’m not sure. I’d say it’s some storage compartment.” He stopped inspection the room and walked over to Melain offering her his hand to pull her up. She accepted it and with a groan he pulled her to her feet. “We might still be on the railway yard,” he suggested. Wherever they were, it didn’t look as if they would be going somewhere nice soon. “Have you tried looking through the window?” Melain asked looking at the only current active source of light, the windows. Frek shook his head. “No. They’re too high and I couldn’t find anything to stand on. But…” He looked from Melain to the window and back. “…You might just reach it. Come on!” With his back against the wall, right under one of the windows next to the door, he folded his hands. “If you step in it you should easily be able to reach the window,” Frek said to his colleague and friend. She would be able to reach it, obviously, shame they were to small to crawl through. On the other hand, if they had been big enough it was unlikely they would have been locked here. Melain looked from his cupped hands to the windows. “Just make sure you don’t drop me,” she said deciding it was worth the risk. “I won’t,” Frek promised as she put a foot in the step formed by Frek’s hands. “Honestly.” Thankfully Melain wasn’t very heavy; imagine it would be T’Fat he would have had to lift. That was one big and heavy Vulcan girl. It would have cost him his back. At least.
“Can you see anything?” Frek asked. “Just a sec,” Melain replied, “Try to stand a bit still will you?” “I’m trying!” Melain peered through the windows. Everything looked grey and dampened. Window cleaning was obviously not much practised in the shed-owner community. “I can see a part of the track and various warehouses,” Melain said translating what she was seeing into words. “I think we can safely assume we are still on the transhipment area.” “Anything that can help us escape?” Frek didn’t exactly see how something outside could help them to get there, but you never know. Invisible to Frek Melain shook her head. “No… Wait! That guy that stunned us is coming this way!” Well, at least a chance to learn a bit more, perhaps their captor would let out some information of what they could expect. Melain climbed down and was soon standing next to Frek, safely back on firm ground. Apparently a security code was punched in, the door beeped and opened. The one holding them prisoner here seemed to know what he was doing. Instead of coming through the door immediately he pushed it fully open first so he could see his ‘guests’. He came in, phaser first.
“I see you both are awake again,” he said with an approving nod and smile. “Good.” He flicked a switch next to the door and the light came on, turning the twilight into bright day. “What’s going to happen to us?” Melain wanted to know. “What were you doing on the train?” he countered the question. “Most people buy a ticket and use the regular services.” “Well…” Frek thought quickly, “We’re tourists and…” “Even tourists buy tickets,” he interrupted. He wasn’t even entirely unreasonable. “Uh…we like trains?” Frek said in brain-wave, “We go to all different worlds and take train rides.” “As stowaways?” he sounded incredulous, it was clear he wasn’t buying the story. “Yeah,” Melain tried, “Bigger thrill, you know.” With a distrustful look he glanced from one to another and decided he didn’t care either way. “Well, whatever your reasons and plans are, I suggest you re-evaluate them.” “So what’s going to happen to us?” Melain asked again. He shrugged. “Dunno and don’t care to. I got a good offer for the two of you. You’ll be picked up shortly.” “You sold us?” Frek said disbelievingly. “Hey! Don’t look at me,” the guy exclaimed raising his hands, “I have two wives, a bunch of kids and a mistress to support. And you’re making a nice addition to my pension.” “Yeah, poor you,” Melain said sounding somewhat bitter. Frek sighed and inspected the ceiling. The light caught his sight. This sparked a bright idea. “Can we get some water before we get shipped off?” he asked. He hesitated but quickly came to a decision, “I suppose it wouldn’t be a problem if I watered you. I’ll be right back.” Standing in the door he turned around and grinned. “Now, don’t go anywhere will you?”
Melain looked at Frek as he switched off the light. “You have an idea?” “You could say that,” Frek said and started to take a shoe off. She raised an eyebrow and stared at the little display. “I don’t think hitting him on the head with a shoe will do us much good.” “I’m not planning to his him on the head with it,” Frek replied. It was clear she wasn’t entirely sure what to think of the whole thing. There was of course always the chance Frek finally went insane. “Frek, if want to render that guy unconscious with your shoe…” she shook her head, “I mean, if it was Ensign Schimmel’s shoe, he really has a foot odour problem, but…” Frek stopped with what he was doing and stared at Melain. “You have weird thoughts sometimes.” He had the shoe firmly in his hand and raised it in the air. It almost touched the ceiling. It would do. “You’d better step out of the way for a moment,” he warned Melain. He raised the shoe and banged it against the casing of the lamp. It took a couple of hits, but the whole thing came down. The electrical wiring trailing behind it. “What exactly are you planning?” Melain asked suspicious. Frek grinned. “Let’s just say his knees will bend and his hair will curl. I’m sure our host will find it a truly shocking experience.” Melain looked shocked as well. “You can’t do that!” “Watch me,” Frek said, “Look, the current is not strong enough to kill him and our days are numbered if we don’t do anything.” “Yes, but…” “Can you look out of the window and warn me if he’s coming?” Frek cut her short. Melain frowned and looked at the high placed window. “And exactly how do you suppose I do that?” Frek followed her glance. “I don’t know. Jump up and down or something.” He turned his attention to the wire hanging down from the ceiling and the door. Thankfully it was rather old fashioned and as he noticed before it had to be pushed open manually. While the door was made of some kind of synthetic material the door handle wasn’t. It was made out of nice and very conducting metal. He pulled the wires from the now broken lamp and pulled them to the door. They barely reached. It wasn’t long enough to strip the wire and tie it round the handle. “Frek!” Frek turned around. Melain was still jumping in order to catch a glimpse of the outside world. She would make a Rigelian kangaroo proud. “He’s coming!” This meant he had to come up with a quick solution. He stared at the wire in his hand and the door handle. He could place the wire ends on top, but without something to hold them down it would fall off. The shoe! He could use his shoe as a weight. He barely got it done in time. He could hear the beeps of the lock being unlocked as he flicked the light switch.
It all happened rather quickly. The moment their captor grabbed the door handle he got the full extend of the shock. They could hear something clatter to the ground. Probably their water. Perhaps it was in a sealed flask so it wouldn’t be spilled. The clatter was followed by a heavier sounding thumb and a groan. Frek hoped the shock would be enough. The moment the door handle was grabbed the shoe had fallen off, and with it the wire. So he only had been exposed to a short shock. Frek flicked the switch to its ‘off’ position and grabbed his shoe. He tried the door. It opened without any problems. On the other side their captor was lying on the ground, still breathing. “Well, that must have been an…electrifying experience,” Frek grinned, turning around. “Let’s get out of here!” Melain checked on the unconscious man to verify he was alright, when satisfied she stood up. “Sound good to me.”
They quickly crossed the open terrain in front of what turned out to be a whole line of small sheds. No they had to find a way off. “If we go round there we might get to the outer perimeter,” Frek reasonably argued. Melain followed the direction in which the phaser, the one they had taken from their unconscious host, was pointed. “It’s worth a try,” she agreed. Carefully they rounded the corner. Nothing. Quickly they made their way to the other end. It would have been nice to say they escaped. But no, about half way they suddenly stopped in their tracks. Standing stock-still they stared disbelievingly at the group of people appearing from around the other corner. There were four of them. Frek didn’t even bother to raise the phaser, it would be pointless. Dejectedly he dropped the phaser and let his arms hang limp besides his body. “When we get out of this,” Frek said to Melain, “I want a raise.”
A Trill followed by two locals and someone from a species Frek hadn’t seen before slowly walked up to them. The Trill stopped in front of them. “Well, well, well,” he said. A sly smile appeared on his spotted face, “Look who we have here. Now, am I happy to see you...” Frek wished he could say the same. But at this moment he didn’t particularly felt like saying anything. He knew that their chance to escape was gone. He just stared at his former classmate. “You know,” Wilan Fren said, “I really don’t like it when my…” He paused as if to think on how to express himself. “…My merchandise escapes.” The smile vanished from his face. He snapped his fingers at the same time he turned around. “Take them,” he ordered as he walked away, “Make sure they don’t escape.” His three companions didn’t answer; they just set their phasers on stun and raised them. “Oh no,” Frek said, “Here we go again.”
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2006 0:34:31 GMT
Melain had hated waking up the first time with a phaser induced hangover, and she was not looking forward to doing so again. She had read that continual stunning caused permanent damage, certain victims had found themselves walking sideways to the rest of their lives, others spoke nothing but gibberish. She raised her hand. "Stop."
The Trill with the phaser laughed. "You can't be serious! You my dear are in no position to tell us to do anything."
"And you would be best not to shoot us. I understand that we are easier to control when we are knocked out. You know who we are and as a medical professional I happen to know that a hit from that phaser, especialy while still recovering from a recent enounter with the same thing can cause memory damage" Melain cautioned, she was not entirely certain this was true, but had probably read it somewhere.
"That might be true, but there is only one thing that you have whch I want" Wilan Fren held his free hand out, eyebrow raised. Melain was reminded (somewhat startled) of Harrias, who got the same look t times.
"I'm afraid we havem't got a clue what that might be, care to get specific." Frek interrupted, he was stalling for time, and Melain knew it. She needed to dump or erase the PaDD.
"Look, I know you put your rear on the line to get us in the consortium, and naturally when something goes wrong they blame the new recruits, but you have the wrong guys." Melain insisted, behind her back she was fiddling with the PaDD trying to recall the right way to erase it. The Federation would not like lossing that info, but surely they had a copy and it was better to lose it then let it fall into the Consortium's hands again.
"No, I am quite certain we have the right people. Guards, grab them, disarm the Andorian and take them to the cell block. They are given suitible accomidations." Wilan Fren commanded. "Search them both and turn in anything of intrest."
Looking around Melain realized that their surroundings seemed to be made up of old shack, old mining equipment and half starved individuals lugging various heavy loads. It was a work camp of some sort. This did not surprise Melain, Tammaron was known for it's labor force, shrouded in mystery, but providing some of the best ore in the sector. By the look of some workers it also appeared to been a prison, which explained why there was a cell block. She struggled as one guard grabbed her roughly, she slipped the PaDD up her shirt. As they where forced toward a large blank building she casually let the paDD slide down her shirt, pants and into the pile, take care to step on it, shattering the screen.
Melain had been held captive before, but never jailed. It turned out their cell, although somewhat isolated, was not private. The prison was overflowing, so why there was an empty cell confused Melain, until she got there. Guards where removing three dead Tammarons from the small room.
"Cell's cursed, that's what I say. Las ten prisoners I seen go in come out like that. Twas a fight, but I coulda sworn they was good friends." A raspy breathed old Rigellian cautioned from the cell next door.
"Thanks for the warning." Melain sighed. he muffled a reply and went back into the depths of his "home"
The guards shoved Frek and her inside, then shut the door and left. "WHow about some food?" Frek asked, 'Some hotel, I'm going to complain to management."
Melain let out a nervous laugh. "I have no clue what to tell them." she admitted. "The target has been erased and destroyed, but I have a feeling we won't get out of this."
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Post by steve on May 2, 2006 21:29:43 GMT
=^= We have reason to believe that someone on the planet monitored your transport down, we are not sure who but watch your back. =^= =^= Thank you for the heads up Stevenson out =^= Steve sat down in the command chair and waited for Jira's meeting to finish "Op's keep an eye on the away team, if there is anything strange looking going on around them inform me straight away." "Understood" the officer from Op's replied. Steve slumped back into the chair, he was tried and feeling it more than the rest of the crew. He was assigned to the Nevada and bough back from medical leave but he wasn't 100% better. He got tired very quickly and was glad Harrias hadn't sent it down to the planet as he wasn't sure he would manage. Now Steve wasn't going to admit it and with Melain away Steve could get away with hiding the true nature of his illness. "Commander" a voice called out "Yes" "We have an incoming message from Tammeron government" "Patch it to Harrias" "Understood" Steve sat back in the chair again but this time his eyes started to close. Steve did everything he could but everytime he opened them they just closed. Steve was nodding off. Steve jumped up hoping that no one had seen him falling asleep, with the sudden movement a few of the bridge officers looked at him startled. "I will be in the ready room, inform me when the Commodore returns".
Steve walked into the ready room and went straight to the replicator "Coffee, black with three sugars" Steve chuckled, it was his first cup of coffee since he returned to the Nevada. Steve sat at the desk and thought about his friend, his friend that he was hoping to spend so much more time with. But he was happy for her, being promoted to XO was no small feat and he knew that she was really suited to it. Steve couldn't take his eyes off his coffee, what was it he thought to himself... Oh yes that was it, his first ever cup of coffee aboard this ship was with Grace, they were finding out all they could about the Iconian gateways. It had stuck in Steve's mind as Grace had commented about the amount of sugar he had in a black cup of tea and he laughed out loud "I could never get it right with her" he whispered.
"Commander Steve to the Bridge" Steve picked up his coffee and finished it off in a few gulps and left the ready room. "Report" "Commander, we have picked up 10+ life signs approaching Commander Stevenson's party" "Can you give me more details?" Steve called out "No Commander I cant we are still having alot of trouble getting the sensors to penetrate the atmosphere." "Understood, get me Commander Stevenson" Steve then hit his comm badge =^= Steve to Jira report to the bridge =^= "Commander Steve, I have commander Stevenson for you" =^= Commander Stevenson =^= Steve started =^= Go ahead Commander =^= =^= We have just picked up 10, maybe more people following you. We cant give you anymore information as our sensors are still having a hard time up here. Prepare to beam back to the ship. =^= =^= Commander wait =^= Stevenson interrupted =^= We think we may have found something down here, we are following a lead that may take us to the people we are looking for. =^= =^= Understood, I will inform the Commodore of the situation and keep a trasporter lock on you, at the first sign of trouble we will get you all out of there. Steve out. =^=
"Report" Harrias called out and Steve looked round. "Sir, there is a group of people following the away team..." Steve explained what had gone on while Harrias was in the meetings with the different marketing staff.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2006 16:45:34 GMT
"Were a group of mercenaries, looking for work, got anything?" Cyle said, as he sat respectively in front of a crime lord, who had heard the Cyle's group of marines were looking for work. The rest of Cyle group were standing outside, watched, and watching closely the surrounding areas.
"A couple of fugitives are on the loose, they are giving the rest of us a bad name, we need them extinguished. But before i can give you that job, i need you to prove yourself, i have a few tasks i wish you to complete for me" Cyle looked at the crime and thought for a moment. "can you tell me anything about the fugitives?" Cyle said, trying to get as much information as he can, before he agreed. 'man, this is either gonna go really well, or I'm getting demoted' Cyle thought to himself.
" my sources tell me, that one of them is rather good at healing" The crime lord, a rather slimy looking fellow laughed, or more gurgled, as he looked at Cyle, " well take it". " good, heres what i need you to do, before you get the job" The slime handed Cyle a PADD with a list of various "tasks".
Cyle stepped out from the crime lords building, and nodded to his marines, who fell in line behind him, escorted out by a handful of ruffians. As soon as Cyle and his marines were out of the crime boss's establishment, Cyle looked at the PADD, "this looks more like a grocery list" Turning to his men, he looked at them. " listen up, what we are about to do, would probably be considered against the law on most, if not all planets in the federation, I'm asking you to follow me. If we survive this, i will take all responsibility for any and all actions taken on this planet" Cyle looked at the marines, and everyone one of the nodded to wards him. ~~~~~ Cyle looked at the PADD for the last time, checking to make sure they had everything, " acquired priceless object, check. disposed of competition, just glad no one was hurt, check that one. reacquire confiscated materials, check. and i didn't lose anyone, OK job well done"
Cyle and his marines walked up to the building for the last time, with the priceless object, what looked to Cyle like some kind of back scrubber, with hair comber attachment. They were led to the slimy crime boss, and Cyle handed over the object. " now, what about that job?" Cyle asked, sitting down once more,
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2006 2:53:07 GMT
"after all you've done for me, i would love to give you the job." Cyle stared at the crime lord as he stood and turned his back, looking out the window. "unfortunately, they have been captured, by someone who is not under my employment, and you have no chance of getting in there" Cyle shook his head and stood to leave. " then we have nothing left to discuss" Cyle said bluntly, leaving the crime lord and his goons behind him. " last i heard, they were in some kind of train station" the slimy boss said as Cyle stepped out of his office. " that man, is going to get himself killed"
"Dammit!" Cyle yelled, punching a metal door, dinting it. "I'm sorry i took you guys through that" Cyle dropped his head and let it hang for a minute. He turned as he heard his men shuffling, and was shocked to see them walking away from him. "you coming?" one of them asked. "where?" he said hesitantly. "Train station" the marine replied, smiling.
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Post by loki on May 8, 2006 22:37:36 GMT
“We could take a short break if you need it" Lex offered, after Hannah had helped Jason to his feet. The two other officers exchanged the slightest of glances with one another before declining. And so they continued to trudge through the backstreets of Tammeron’s Capital city, in what was a very inconsistent direction. Farsir had taken up position behind their guides as a caution: although Cyle and his marines were following a short distance behind them, they did not yet know what he knew. Lex’s feet began to ache, and she wished her shoes weren’t quite so unforgiving. She began to tire of walking, and not talking, and the hot, stuffy atmosphere making her sweat, despite which the tramps still both wore heavy jackets.
As more time flitted away, the group passed out of the main industrial centre of the city. Instead of roads their feet now trod a chipped and gravelly path, the colour of asphalt brown. The buildings became more sparse, and of a far less grand design. Simple, box-like constructions reaching no more than a double-deck in height were spanned in various colonies along the way, with various walls and wire fences erected around them. Oddly, the scene reminded Lex of a World War Two concentration camp she had visited while on Earth: it had the same eerie feeling about it – as though the walls had eyes. Undeterred the tramps walked on, seeming to have no desire to find cover as they strode out into the open. Either this was part of some elaborate plot and they were lying through they’re teeth, or there really wasn’t anything to worry about. Lex always counted herself as an open-minded individual, but she would bet her right arm the lying theory would be the more popular.
At the crack of a small twig Lex’s eyes darted left and right. The others hadn’t noticed it this time, but there had been different sounds that they had picked up on. The science officer strained her eyes, gazing into the distance. There was another crack, and a scrape, more gravel trodden down by hefty boots. Still the group walked on, seeing nothing to confirm their suspicions.
Slowly, Lex edged over toward Farsir. “Do you get the feeling we are being watched?” she whispered, her gaze weaving in and out of the spattering of buildings around them. As Farsir was taller then her, he had to lean down to speak softly in her ear.
“I doubt very much that we are alone.” He commented in agreement, “But lets just wait and see…” he added, with a nod towards their two guides. Lex frowned slightly: Farsir looked confident, as though he knew something more than he was letting on. Trusting him for the moment, she let the issue dropped, and fell into line behind the first officer. It was not long, however, before the silence was interrupted by the chirping of a comm. badge.
=^= Commander Stevenson =^= Commander Steve started from the bridge. Lex cringed as the pair of tramps spun around to stare at her with looks of disbelief.
=^= Go ahead Commander =^= Hannah replied, breaking away from the group a little. Well that’s blown it. Lex thought instinctively.
=^= We have just picked up 10, maybe more people following you. We cant give you anymore information as our sensors are still having a hard time up here. Prepare to beam back to the ship. =^=
=^= Commander wait =^= Stevenson interrupted =^= We think we may have found something down here, we are following a lead that may take us to the people we are looking for. =^=
=^= Understood, I will inform the Commodore of the situation and keep a trasporter lock on you, at the first sign of trouble we will get you all out of there. Steve out. =^=
Hannah bit her lip as she turned back to the group, but was immediately set upon by the nearest of the tramps. Taken by surprise, she backed up, trying to fight him off with her fists. The other of the pair had taken Lex from behind, drawing a weapon from beneath his belt with a spare hand. Thankfully Jason had reacted in time, and presently had his hands clamped around the mans wrist. Despite the fact that he was fighting two, the tramp squirmed and lashed out violently, keeping a very firm grip around the woman’s narrow shoulders. Using her feet, elbows and hands the women struggled to loosen his grip, and with enormous effort freed herself from his bear hug. While he was off-balance, Jason overtook him from behind and disarmed him.
Leaving him to it, Lex grabbed onto the first tramp from behind, dragging him off Hannah by his jacket. The tweed-like material tore through with the strain and Lex lost her grip, but by this time Hannah was back on her feet. The first officer landed an award-winning punch on the mans lower jaw, sending him staggering backwards into Lex’s chest. Holding him straight, the science officer absorbed any excess shock as Stevenson boxed him senseless with her fists. Leaving him to droop to his knees, Lex quickly removed a small knife and some description of disruptor weapon from about his person. A sweeping blow to the back of the skull brought the other tramp to an earthly halt, and looking triumphant, Jason disarmed him too.
“Well, that was fun.” Hannah commented, wiping a speck of blood from her lip. Panting, Lex nodded in agreement.
”And it looks like its only just started…” She added, as from the shadows noises and shapes began to emerge into figures and stalkers. There were seven of them on first count, all wearing black, appearing out of the darkness. As they surrounded them in a closed circle, reinforcements appeared between them. On first inspection they did not appear to be armed with guns (if they had, Lex was quite certain they would have been shot on site). Back to back in the centre, the three officers faced up to the opposition, fully unprepared to fight their way out of this one. Against the twelve or so men that now besieged them, Lex did not think they had much of a chance, but she was willing to give it a go if they were.
With a frown fixed on her fair face, she balled her hands into tight fists. Every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation, awaiting the first wave of attack. She locked onto the gaze of the nearest attacker, determined to fight him for her life. Then, to her amazement, he halted his approach. Checking herself, she dropped her hands from a guard position, and waited. The man made no move for a while. Then, one small hand gesture later, the onslaught ceased. Twelve men, clad wholly in black, retreated back into the darkness, their eyes not wondering for even a second. And then they were gone. Vanished. They three were alone once more.
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Post by steve on May 9, 2006 23:58:18 GMT
Harrias listened to the report Steve gave him taking it all in. "Any chances to the life signs following the away team?" He asked "Unknown Sir, we are still having trouble scanning... The people following them could be 50 meters away or right on top of them, there is just no way to tell" "Understood" Harrias replied "Keep working on the scanners, I need to know what's going on down there."
Steve moved out of the way as Harrias sat down in his chair and picked up a pad. Steve had had enough, he was worried and just couldn't sit around with now two sets of officers in danger down on the planet. He thought for a moment. He had been ordered not to tell anyone the identify of the agents or the reason they were down on that bloody planet but there must be some way round them. Something he could do or say that would help out his friends without getting him put in prison for the next ten years. Steve was glad Grace wasn't here, with all this thinking he had been doing there is no way she wouldn't have picked up on it all and started to ask some big questions. Steve stopped for a moment
"Sir" Steve called out "Permission to go to the planet" Harrias looked at him puzzled "Commander?" "Sir, I am under orders not to talk about who or why these people are on the planet. There was nothing said about me going down there and helping find them." "Commander are you feeling up to going on an away mission, you were ill for a very long time and with the way this mission has been going you haven't had time to pop to sickbay for a check up." Steve shrugged his shoulders "I am feeling alot better than the people we are trying to find on the planet, they must be in trouble if they haven't contacted us by now. I will be fine, I need to do this sir." Harrias nodded and Steve turned to walk out "Good luck Commander" With that Steve left the bridge.
Before Steve reached the transporter room he popped into the Weapons locker and picked up both a phaser rifle and a hand phasers. As he walked into the transport room the officer manning the controls looked up at him. "Sir we still have a lock on the away team as ordered." Steve nodded at the young officer "Very good, I need to be beamed down to the planet at the location the away team is." "Understood sir." Steve walked up to the pad and turned around "Energize".
***A Few Moment Before on the Planet***
Twelve men, clad wholly in black, retreated back into the darkness, their eyes not wondering for even a second. And then they were gone. Vanished. They three were alone once more. "What Happened?" lex's asked "I am not sure to be honest" The away team still a little confused about what just happened suddenly turned around, they could hear a number of foot steps, getting closer and closer. They were running and getting nearer every second. Lex's hart relaxed a little when she saw it was the rest of the marine team... Coming to their rescue she chuckled to herself. "Commander Stevenson, is everything ok?" One of them asked all of their weapons drawn "We heard alot of noise and though you were in trouble....?" The Marine's voice trailed off as he saw the two tramps out cold on the floor "Everything is ok now" Stevenson explained "But we are going to stay together from now on. Commander Steve has reported we are being followed and would rather we all stuck together." The Marine nodded and lowered his weapon and the rest of the team followed his example.
The area to their left lit up with the light of a transporter beam and the Marine's all lifted their weapons and were ready to fire. "Hold you fire" Stevenson called out "Its Commander Steve" The Marine officers were not to know, most of them were new and not in service when he was last on the Nevada, and the fact he looked like one of the locals. "Thank you Commander" Steve nodded at her with a smile "What brings you down here?" She asked "I have come to help you search for these officers you are looking for, things are hotting up with the government and the quicker we get off this bloody rock the better."
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Post by jasonfarsir on May 10, 2006 9:41:56 GMT
Jason noticed the phaser rifles and hand phasers next to Steve. "I am guessing those are for the rest of us sir,"
Steve nodded. Leaned down reaching for the phasers and handing them out. "this is not going to be easy ensign,"
"I've noticed," Jason replied looking at the two on the ground.
With an impressed look Commander Stevenson asked "Mr. Farsir, I was wondering how you noticed their concealed weapons,"
"well it's a long story but," Jason started but got interrupted
"we don't have time Farsir,"Steve said walking in the opposite direction they were going.
"Sir we just came from that way," Loki commented.
Looking a little embarrassed Steve turned and started the other way. They walked two in half miles to another busy part of the city. The team briefed Steve in on what information they had up to the point where he beamed down. "so how did you notice the weapons Farsir?" he asked smiling which to Jason meant he happy to know that the crew was on constant alert.
"I have a childhood friend on Earth who is blind so I learned to notice things real easy to help look for things for him or to help guide him if he needed it, anyway I noticed the form of the weapons cause the cloth couldn't have made that type of creases on their own. An outline maybe but not with that much detail. you could easily see where you hold the disrupter."
"Well that was good work. You'd make a good security officer,or possible a marine. " Stevenson commented.
"thanks, but I'm happy at my current post," Jason replied smiling.
There started to be the sound of movement that wasn't their own. Steve held his right and up as to tell everyone to stop moving. when everyone stopped he put his hand down. Listening he tried to follow the sound with his phaser rifle. A few moments later the sound stopped. Knowing it wasn't just echos from the team he waited.
Jason heard the footsteps once he stopped walking but he didn't know where it was coming from. He decided the best thing to do was follow suit. He aimed in the general area Steve was aiming at.
The marines started walking in that area. They checked several places not find anything. A few seconds later Johnson looked at Steve mouth open to say something then one of his marines yelled "Sir!"
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Post by fthelev on May 10, 2006 15:17:30 GMT
Frek managed to give her a reassuring smile, or at least something that resembled one. Although it wasn’t entirely unlikely that a targ with bellyache could make a better effort at it. Especially if it had some jell-o-magic jelly in prospect. Come to think of it, he could do with some himself as well. Not that he had a targ-like bellyache, although there certainly were some knots there, no, but more because dinner was not something that was likely to arrive anytime soon. And to be honest, he was beginning to feel somewhat peckish. It had been a while since he actually had something decent to eat. Not since they left the apartment. And that seemed ages ago. He wondered what happened with the supplies they had taken with them.
“I’m sure we’ll be alright,” he said comforting, trying to convince himself that it was true. “What did you do with it?” Melain closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Frek wondered if that was medically responsible. Germs probably thrived in bliss in this cell. Bed sheets were not likely to be replaced with freshly washed ones on a daily basis. Or annual basis for that matter. Frek raised an eyebrow. Did they even have bed sheets at all? Or beds. He couldn’t see any. “I dumped it on a pile of rock and put some weight on it,” Melain opened her eyes; there was an uncertain look in her eyes. “I hope it’ll suffice.” “So do I.”
For a while they both sat in silence. There was not much to talk about, or perhaps there was, but neither of them seemed to be in the mood. Nothing much to do expect contemplating on their situation and preparing for what was to come, whatever that might be. Leaning with his back to the dirty wall he stared at Melain for a while. She had closed her eyes again. Perhaps she was meditating or praying, whatever it was, he hoped it helped. He could feel a whole scale of things in his guts, besides the feeling of fear and hopelessness. The last time he was in a cell or brig was a few years when he lost that bet and was forced to undress on the top of the townhall and hoist his clothes to the top of the flagpole. This wouldn’t be so bad if it had been on a dark clouded night during a total black out. Unfortunately it was on the middle of the day. Okay, perhaps that situation didn’t entirely compare to this one, but they both ended with imprisonment.
Something shuffled closer, examined them from top to toe and sniffed. Frek looked up. He recognized the old Rigellian who told them the inspiring tale of the cursed cell next door. “Whaprisoyoucomefromme?” he asked with his characteristic rasp. “Huh?” Frek said, not quite understanding. The old man repeated his question. And then again. “Ah,” Frek said when he finally understood and shook his head. “No we didn’t transfer from another prison, we just got caught.” He stared from one to the other in a way that clearly betrayed he didn’t believe any of it. “Why, you look like you’ve been in prison for ages,” he said, and repeated until understood. Melain joined the conversation. “Well, thank you,” she said, “Haven’t found the time to dress up for the occasion.” “Don’t worry,” Frek said, “You always look great.” ”You liar!” Frek didn’t reply, but just smiled.
The cell door slit up and disappeared in the ceiling. Two guards armed with phaser rifles entered the cell; a third remained at the entrance. They looked around, and soon spotted what they were looking for. “Out of the way old man,” one of them said and shoved the old Rigellian aside with his rifle, “You two. Up!” When it didn’t go fast enough his colleague grabbed Melain by the collar and pulled her up violently. “Hey! Watch it!” Frek shouted and tried to tear himself loose. The butt of the phaser-rifle landed in his stomach with force. As he doubled up he could feel the air rushing out of his lunges. He stumbled backwards and slammed into the wall. For the next few minutes he was oblivious to what happened around him. He vaguely remembered grasping for air and being dragged out of the cell. Good manners and subtlety were clearly not their forte. Someone once told him ‘manners maketh the man’. You would only have to look at these guys to realise they prefer to ‘killeth the man’.
Frek looked up angrily to Wilan Fren. “I really must complain about your pick-up service.” Fren simply smiled. It was a soulless smile. Empty. He looked at his two prisoners sitting before him. Behind the two chairs the three guards stood motionless with an expression as empty as Fren’s smile. “Your three apes here,” Frek continued, “Huey, Dewey and Louie…” “Those were ducks,” Melain interrupted, remembering correctly. “Whatever,” Fren said breaking it off, “You’ve got something that is mine. Where is it?” Frek frowned. “I’m sorry. I really don’t know what you are talking about.” Fren sighed and suddenly struck across Frek across the face with the back of his hand. Frek could feel something warm trickling out of his nose, and it wasn’t snot. He tried to blow his nose to free the blocked airways. “You know, really, this sort of thing is not going to make you very popular on our school reunion next year.” Fren smirked. “As if they are waiting to see you,” he said, “On the final day of school you managed to poison half the class with your homemade cake, and if I recall correctly yourself included.” “You did what?” Melain asked. “It wasn’t my fault…” Frek tried. “Didn’t he tell you?” Fren inquired. “It was not deliberately,” Frek said and tried changing the subject, “Besides that’s not the point here…” Fren’s eyes narrowed. “No you right, it isn’t. Where’s the PADD?” Frek suddenly wished he didn’t change the subject. “We don’t have it,” Melain replied. One of the guards stepped forward. “Boss? Perhaps I can help to make them a bit more…cooperative?” “No,” Fren shook his head. “Just a little bit boss?” the one designated by Frek as Huey pleaded, “I’ll make sure I won’t make a mess. I can just break, well, something. An antenna?” “No,” Fren repeated raising his voice. “We are not cavemen.” Huey took as step back and lined up with the others, sulked for a moment before adopting his expressionless expression again. “There are more effective ways,” he declared to Melain and Frek. He hopped off the edge of his desk he was sitting on and walked over to his prisoners. He stroked Melain’s cheek with the back of his fingers. “I know you are an idiot Frek,” he said, “You were an idiot back at school and you still are, everyone knows that. What was it again? You and those two weird friends of yours, a treasure hunt?” He laughed. “Now, don’t be an idiot now Frek. You really don’t want to see your pretty friend here get hurt, do you?” Frek could feel a nauseous feeling coming up from his stomach. “And I thought you were not cavemen?” he said hoarsely. “We’re not.” A button was pressed on the console on his desk.
A side door opened and a small man carrying a small briefcase entered the room. The bald spot on the back of his head was surrounded by dark, short curly hair. He had big round, somewhat blurry eyes, a nose with three holes and a very broad mouth. A bit like a frog. “You might have heard of him,” Fren introduced, “Here he’s commonly known as Doctor Pain. A nickname lovingly given to him.” “How lovely,” Frek muttered, trying to conceal his fear. “He brings a whole new dimension the term ‘information extraction’.” Fren padded the doctor on the shoulder, “Don’t you Doctor?” The doctor smiled modestly as if given too much credit. “He has his unique ways,” Fren continued, “Not primitive, but very sophisticated. So now I’m wondering, who can watch the other being…questioned the longest before telling me what I want, hmm?”
Frek took a deep breath and looked at Melain, he could see fear in her eyes, and he was sure she could see the same in his. Time to think quickly. He raised his hand. “Alright I’ll talk Wilan.” “Frek!” Melain looked disgusted, how could he give in so rapidly? Fren grinned as if he had been expecting it from the start. “Very wise, Frek, I see you have learned in the past ten years. Where is it?” With his antennas lowered in shame he was careful to avoid Melain’s eyes. “We lost it,” he finally said. “Lost it?” “Yeah,” Frek replied, “When the train decelerated we got shaken up a bit. All our stuff got spread throughout the carriage and when we got caught directly after we didn’t exactly got the chance to get everything back together again.” Fren rubbed his chin and stared at the two officers. “That true?” He asked Melain. “Yes,” she said reluctantly. “Alright,” Fren finally said, “I’ll check it out. But I warn you, if you’re lying to me…” He gestured Huey, Dewey, and Louie. “Get them to their cell. The empty one.”
The cell door closed behind them. Frek tried to clean up the blood that had dripped from his nose with the sleeve of his not-so-clean short. When the guards left he muttered softly to avoid any listening devices. “At least that bought us some more time.”
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2006 1:53:10 GMT
Back in the cell Melain found a 'private corner' and puked. She'd tried her best to be very brave, like her parents, like her aunt, but it had been a great deal more difficult then she'd imagined. Suddenly her respect for them had grown, and her lack of self confidence increased with it.
She stumbled back to the wall where Frek had found a back rest and slide down next to him, wishing she had a breath mint. "That 'Doctor Pain" should brush up on the Hippocratic oath." she commented, trying to sound chipper and optimistic. "Are you aright?" she asked, noticing the bright blue blood dripping down his face. He nodded and tried to brush it away. "I just hope this place is not as filthy as it looks, do you think the consortium runs it?"
"Either officially or unofficially. Are you aright?" Frek asked. he seemed to be trying desperately to not look in the corner where Melain had emptied to contents of her stomach.
"To be honest, there are a million places I would rather be. Cardassia is a paradise compared to this place, and the Cardassians are saints compared to those who run it." Melain sighed. 'What a pair we make, I guess we can count on one thing at least."
"What's that?"
"No more undercover missions for us." Melain smiled weakly. "Thank you by the way."
"For what?" Frek asked, he was still stiffing constantly, Melain dearly wished she had a handkerchief.
"Thinking on your feet, not caving under pressure. I don't care what others think, one day you will make a fine First Officer," she paused. "never mind that, one day You will make a fine Captain."
Any reply Frek planned on making was interrupted by the arrival of the old Rigellian, how he managed to slip from his cell to theirs Melain did not know, but then again he was smaller then either of them.
"Me think you goners." he chuckled. 'Da twiplets come, take and not return. cept you. I Glorem, I many year prisoner. You few hour prisoners, maybe one day, you too be many year prisoner."
Melain was not sure how to take this comment. "Why thank you, but we'd much rather not stay here very long. You have been here long, and are obviously very clever, do you know a way out?" she asked, it was a long shot, but if he managed to slip in here, who knew what else he could do.
He laughed, throwing back his head and falling back into the dirty straw, "Way out! Only one, stiff and spirit no more." he sat up and looked at her curiously. "If way out, would you eye Glorem here?"
"No, I suppose not." Melain replied, despite the fact she had not expected good news, she was still crest fallen.
Glorem suddenly froze, cocked his head and began to knew on his lip. "Time go." he then skittered off to the back corner of the cell and vanished in the darkness.
"What was that all..." Frek began. The cell door opened cutting him off and one of the "triplets" the one which Frek had labelled "Dewey" squeezed in.
"Food" he grunted and dropped a filthy package on the floor.
"Thank you." Melain replied only out of habit, after all this was the man who'd nearly chocked her earlier.
“any luck finding the PaDD?” Frek asked, doing his best to sound honest.
‘Dewey’ gave him a dirty look, kicked the ‘food’ in their direction and left.
“I don’t even want to know what’s in there.” Melain gagged. The smell was awful and vanquished her hunger in an instant.
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Post by Harrias Jira on May 12, 2006 19:25:46 GMT
With the rest of the senior staff on the planet in search of the two Starfleet Intelligence officers that they had been sent to pick up, and the delegates from Tamotek were contacting their people in the right places to appease the government, Harrias was feeling somewhat lonely sat in the middle of the bridge. Admittedly, the bridge was as always a hub of activity, and was fully staffed; but the staff on duty were those that would usually serve under Lt Cmdr Talla.
The trill was roused from his boredom by Lieutenant Commander Jenkins, the duty operations officer. “Sir, we have an incoming call from the government of Tammeron.” Jira smiled, the sales team had obviously been hard at work. “On screen.”
The planet-scape disappeared instantly, and was replaced by the same government official that Jira had spoken to earlier in the day. “Trader, it is good to speak to you again.” The alien titled his head slightly, as if taking in this snippet of information, and then righted it once more. “The same can not be said for me. We warned you, we gave you time. But still your spies remain. We will now take action to remove them ourselves.” Jira’s eyes flashed in shock. Obviously the sales team hadn’t done their job, or they had simply managed to aggravate the government further. “But Trader, I do protest. As I said ear…” He was cut off before he could get any further. “I told you I didn’t care about your lies. You are a military organisation, you have people on my planet. That is an act of war. Tammeron out.”
Harrias’ head was spinning. Of everything he had been expecting, that was certainly the one he had least been expecting. He swore a few times under his breath. It didn’t help much, simply caused the vulcans on the bridge to look at him with a mixture of disgust and worry, if Vulcan’s were capable of such feelings. With his head still in his hands he was startled as a dozen alarms started to go off. “Captain, we have incoming fighters from the planet. It seems like they really want to get rid of us.” “Red alert, take us out of orbit.” “Aye sir.”
During the interchange, all thought of those on the planet had rapidly shrunk from his mind, and now occupied a small area in the corner. There were six hundred people on this ship, and less than ten on the planet. Sometimes, one just had to prioritise. “How many fighters are there?” “I’m counting between thirty and forty sir; a couple of squadrons, and enough to cause us a damned lot of trouble.” “Damn it, I don’t want to cause a war over this. Take us to 10,000 kilometres, maybe they’ll pull back if we show them that we don’t want trouble. And get me a line through to the away team, we need to warn them that the government are firmly against them now.”
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Post by loki on May 13, 2006 21:26:52 GMT
"I have come to help you search for these officers you are looking for, things are hotting up with the government and the quicker we get off this bloody rock the better." The Commander declared, apparently deciding he was taking charge of the away team. About time too. Lex thought to herself as Stevenson shot her a silent gaze. Steve strode off into the distance, quickly followed up by Farsir. He had the look of a man on a mission, and Lex could have sworn he knew more than he was letting on. Nonetheless Lex gratefully took the phaser he handed her and felt a lot better when it was gripped in her fingers.
“So what’s the plan then Sir?” She asked gingerly. So what miracle are you going to perform to get us off this planet? might have been a better question in hindsight, but she didn’t think it would have been appropriate considering she had just met the guy. Steve gave her a brief look before continuing to walk away. Now Lex was sure he was hiding something.
“Well Commander?” Hannah prompted after several minutes of silence. Steve looked at her questioningly. “I believe Ensign Loki inquired about your plan. I’m sure we would all like to hear it.” She ventured, being in a much better position to challenge the intelligence officer than their newest recruit. Too right. Lex added; if she had been in the First officers position when Steve had waltzed in and taken over she was quite sure she would have had several more, and decidedly pointed remarks to make about it.
Steve looked up reluctantly, appearing as though he had just fought with himself to make a very difficult decision. “Alright. I wasn’t supposed to tell you this but with the situation as it is I guess I have to. The people we are looking for are Frek and Lorre.” There. He had said it. He looked away now, waiting for the others to react.
For a moment there was a stunned silence. Stevenson looked horrified at what Steve had just revealed, and the Commander certainly looked as though he had just let on a secret he had desperately kept for a long time. But Lex still didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, and was starting to get more than a little annoyed with the lack of forthcoming explanation. Farsir caught her eye briefly, and his look said clearly that he too did not quite understand the importance of these two officers.
“Ok…What?” Lex snapped, forgetting herself. Hannah frowned at Steve; she hadn’t appreciated his silence either.
Steve sighed. “Frek Thelev and Lorre Melain are the helmsman and chief medical officer on the Nevada.” He said. “And they are on an intelligence gathering mission that you are not supposed to know about.” Well talk about bad planning then. Lex pointed out to herself. It could only be a Starfleet ship that was sent to find members of their crew that they weren’t supposed to know about. Finally they had a little more to go on, and with a level head Hannah decided the search would continue. Lex didn’t argue, but her face remained crumpled into a frown as Steve lead the way. Initially she had liked the guy, but having found out that he had been hiding vital information from them all this time had rather put her off. Perhaps she would feel differently towards him if they ever recovered the missing members of their crew.
As they walked, Lex dropped into step with Stevenson and leaned over to her. “I cant believe he’s known about this all along and only chooses to tell us after we are set upon by the Tammeron mafia.” She commented. Hannah shrugged.
“I guess he had his reasons.” She said reasonably.
“Bloody stupid ones.” Lex muttered back. Stevenson didn’t say anything for a moment while she let the opportunity for a reprimand pass.
“Lets just get on with it now he’s here. We still have a long way to go before we are all back on the ship safe and sound. Then it’ll be up to Captain Jira to decide if Steve’s actions were correct.” Although Lex had not known the first officer for very long, at that moment in time she both admired and loathed her ability to remain calm and level headed no matter what the situation. The science officer knew full well that she tended to react on the emotional side, but had found that repressing her true feelings about something only lead to complications later on.
“Alright.” Lex agreed for arguments sake, “But I cant see how Jira is going to be happy about –” She stopped mid-flow as a call came in through Stevensons comm. badge. It was the Captain.
=^=Nevada to away team.=^= Jira yelled.
=^=Stevenson here sir, whats wrong?=^= Hannah asked, knowing from the tone of his voice that he was not happy.
=^=The ship is currently under attack from Tammeron forces. They know your down there and they launched about forty fighters our way. We’re backing off to see if that calms things down.=^= He explained hurriedly, pausing every so often as another attacker let loose on the ship.
=^=I’ll contact you again when I can, just watch your backs. Jira out.=^=
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2006 3:35:28 GMT
Cyle and his team had began walking towards the train station, and were moving at a quick pace. Cyle stopped suddenly when he thought he heard the sounds of a struggle, coming from in front of them. He bolted out in a dead run with his team right behind him. They rounded a corner to see the other half of the away team.
"Commander Stevenson, is everything ok?" Cyle asked all of their weapons drawn "We heard alot of noise and though you were in trouble....?" The Marine's voice trailed off as he saw the two tramps out cold on the floor "Everything is ok now" Stevenson explained "But we are going to stay together from now on. Commander Steve has reported we are being followed and would rather we all stuck together." The Marine nodded and lowered his weapon and the rest of the team followed his example.
"move out"
Cyle rushed over to were his marine was kneeling, "what is it?"
OOC sorry, brain fart, i got nothing to add at the moment, mind going crazy over females having problems with other guys, its complicated and my mind is to busy, sry once again
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Post by steve on May 15, 2006 23:59:59 GMT
Steve could not believe he had just told the away team who the people were, he had spent the whole mission protecting their names. But why? He had been ordered to keep their names hidden but couldn't work out why. What harm would it have done if he had just been open from the start? Well he is now going to be put in jail for the next 10 years for breaking that order. But what did it matter? His friends were in trouble and he had done the right thing. It was like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was still feeling rough from the illness he had suffered from but the stress of hiding this for so long had just gotten to much and he just had to let it out and did. Steve's mind was bough back by the whispers of Commander Stevenson and an Acting Ensign that Steve didn't know. It was easy to see that she was upset even annoyed and the way she kept looking in his direction he knew it was him. Maybe she is a medic, she is in a blue uniform and maybe a close friend of the doctors. Steve didn't have time for any officers who's feelings may have been hurt by Steve's actions. He was following orders and that is what being a Star Fleet officer is all about and if an Acting Ensign cant handle it then maybe she is in the wrong job and should quit before her feelings get in the way of the job.
After beaming down to the planet Steve had taken the lead on the away team, he knew that Commander Stevenson was commanding the mission but she didn't have the combat experience that he had and with people on the planet trying to kill round every corner he thought it would be best if she hung back. At the end of the day he hadn't given her any choice, he had drawn his phaser and walked off in front with everyone else following.
There was a chirp from a com badge. =^=Nevada to away team.=^= Jira yelled. =^=Stevenson here sir, what's wrong?=^= Hannah asked, knowing from the tone of his voice that he was not happy. =^=The ship is currently under attack from Tammeron forces. They know your down there and they launched about forty fighters our way. We’re backing off to see if that calms things down.=^= He explained hurriedly, pausing every so often as another attacker let loose on the ship. =^=I’ll contact you again when I can, just watch your backs. Jira out.=^=
After hearing the message from his friend he walked in the direction of Stevenson and Lex "That changes everything" he stated "How so?" Lex asked "We are on our own now, the Nevada has left orbit and is now out of transporter range." Steve replied "What do you suggest?" "Well we need to find Frek and Melain as soon as possible..." "Isn't that what we are trying to do?" Lex snapped at Steve cutting him off. "If you let me finish..."Steve went on looking her dead in the eyes "When the Nevada returns they wont be able to stay in orbit for long as the Tammeron forces will be all over them. When the ship returns we need to have our people and be ready to go." Lex was about to reply but Stevenson cut in "The Commander is right we need to find our people." Stevenson didn't like the tone that Steve had just used when speaking to one of her officers but she knew that Lex had started it and just wanted to defuse the situation and get on with this mission. They were in a very dangerous situation and everyone needed to be focused. "Commander shall we make a move?" Stevenson suggested but Steve knew he didn't have any choice. Steve nodded and walked ahead, not far enough to be out of sighed of the rest of the away team but enough so he could see any danger before the rest of the away team. Steve was joined by Jason and they both walked in silence listening for any sound, anything out of place. There started to be the sound of movement that wasn't their own. Steve held his right and up as to tell everyone to stop moving. when everyone stopped he put his hand down. Listening he tried to follow the sound with his phaser rifle. A few moments later the sound stopped. Knowing it wasn't just echos from the team he waited. Jason heard the footsteps once he stopped walking but he didn't know where it was coming from. He decided the best thing to do was follow suit. He aimed in the general area Steve was aiming at. The marines started walking in that area. They checked several places not find anything. A few seconds later Johnson looked at Steve mouth open to say something then one of his marines yelled "Sir!" Steve rushed over to were they were the two Marine's were and looked down
**WANTED**
**HAVE YOU SEEN THESE PEOPLE**
**IF YOU KNOW THE LOCATION OF EITHER OF THESE PEOPLE CONTACT THE LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICE**
**VERY DANGEROUS**
Steve looked at this poster on the floor, it was ripped but readable. "Do you think someone has left this for us?" Jason asked "What do you mean?" Steve replied "Well there was just someone here, sneaking around and all that is left is this poster and to be honest Sir we are in the middle of no where, there would be no reason for a poster this far away from the main city." "So you think we have a friend somewhere down here?" "I don't know Commander, I just think it is strange" One of the Marine officers picked the poster up and looked at it and took a deep breath "Sir, there is a message on the back."
**To find your friends find the railway depot outside of the city **
Steve looked at what it said and handed it to Stevenson Stevenson read it and smiled "Who gave us this?" "No idea" One of the Marines said Stevenson spoke up to address the whole away team "This is the best lead with have had and time is running out. We are going to make our way to one of the information ports and find out where the nearest train depot is. If we are lucky there will only be one we can go and get our people." The away team smiled but Steve spoke up as well "We don't know who has left this message and why so stay alert because it may be a trap."
The away team headed for the nearest information booth.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2006 0:58:09 GMT
Cyle turned to look at his marines and smiled, holding the note, they knew what he thought. The crime lord was indeed on his side, though none of the other members needed to know about him. Stevenson spoke up to address the whole away team "This is the best lead with have had and time is running out. We are going to make our way to one of the information ports and find out where the nearest train depot is. If we are lucky there will only be one we can go and get our people." The away team smiled but Steve spoke up as well "We don't know who has left this message and why so stay alert because it may be a trap."
The away team headed for the nearest information booth.Cyle and his team took up the rear, keeping weapons drawn and ready as they reached the nearest booth, Cyle walked up to where Steve and Stevenson were reading the board, some kind of argument issuing. Cyle looked over the board in a matter of seconds, and found what he was looking for. Turning to leave he was stopped by one of them, "Where are you going?" they asked him, he turned back to face them "well, i figured if you were just gonna sit there and argue, i would go find the two and save the day" without a nother word he left the two to gawk at him, and walked down the road, his marines close behind him. <tag Steve/Stevenson/Jason/Lex> OOC OH by the way Steve, Little bit about me, i don't do ranks, you want me to call you sir, earn my respect and you'll have it for life, i don't like high ranking people who think they know what they are doing, so show me what you got. Friendliest way possible if you will, i wouldn't want to get in a fight
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Post by Harrias Jira on May 21, 2006 14:23:46 GMT
As the Nevada shot away from Tammeron, Jira watched with rising levels of anxiety and annoyance as the fighters trailed them still. The rear shields were taking a beating, and although it was far within the capabilities of the ship to defend against such an attack with ease, it was rather irritating. Especially as they had now gone to 30 000 km, and were still being chased away. The trill ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that anyone close to him would know showed how much pressure he was feeling.
“Right, that’s it. If they want us to go any further away, they will have to fight us for it. Stop at 35 000 and turn to face them, firing a dispersion volley to warn them of our intent.” “Aye sir.” The reply shot back instantly, and with a slight hint of relish from the tactical officer.
The ship, which was already nearing the 35 000 mark swung around at the fighters, bringing the planet back onto their viewer, looming large behind the fighter squadrons which were still in chase.
“Sir, it doesn’t look like they are going to stop, they will be in firing range in 13, 12, 11… orders sir?” “Only fire when fired upon.” “Aye sir, 4, 3, 2, 1. Within firing range.” As he spoke, almost as if punctuating the fact, the front three fighters started firing as they twisted and pulled onto an attack vector. In reply, two pinpoint phaser shots picked off two of the fighters, causing brief explosions before they were replaced with more fighters piling in after them, their red cannon-shots covering the Nevada’s shields, creating a blue glow all around the ship. “Fore shields down to 80% and holding, port at 75%, starboard 85%, ventral unchanged at 60%. They have lost seven fighters and not showing any… wait, they seem to be regrouping.” The tactical officer paused as he watched his console intently. “They have regrouped and are holding at 30 000 km.” “Very good. Hold our position here. Work on getting our shields back to full power, we might need them if we have to pick our away team in a hurry.”
The trill looked back up at the screen and saw the fighters spread out, covering most of the area before them in a net-like manoeuvre. He ran his hand lightly over his chin in perplexion, realising as he did so that he needed to shave, the fighters wouldn’t cause them too much hassle at the moment, and it would be easy enough to punch a hole through and make a run for it, but similar to a real net, as soon as he did so the ships would chase them.
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The away team, now reunited had left with the poster in hand in the direction they suspected would get them to the railway depot with their crewmates, or next clue in. Or indeed, a trap; whichever of them was laying in wait for them, that was where they were going. For better or worse, their course was clear.OOC: Post! Please someone post!
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2006 18:50:10 GMT
They had given in and eaten the "food". It tasted like nothing Melain had ever had, nor wanted to be anywhere near again. "Frek, I don't suppose you would have a breath mint?" she asked, pushing the pool as far away from her as possible.
"I was going to ask you the same question... maybe we should not have eaten that, maybe it was poisoned." Frek groaned.
"I doubt it. For one thing if they wanted us dead an organization like this would want our execution's displayed as a warning, or at least want to goad us during the process. Two, although never having been poisoned, I know the symptoms, we are simply dealing with some indigestion." Melain replied. "Do you think anyone from starfleet knows what happened? Maybe the Consortium has made them think we are dead and plan on keeping us here forever."
"Not very encouraging words." Frek sighed.
Melain slid over toward him, the comfort of a friend was the one luxury she had here. "I'm sorry, I've never been one to shy away from thinking of the worst."
Just then the door opened, and the triplets shouldered their way inside. "Boss wants to talk to you. Say goodbye to your nice cell." Dewey gave a disgusting smile almost void of any teeth. The others then lumbered over to pick the two StarFleet officers up.
"What do you think he means by that?" Frek asked, Melain did not want to know the answer. The Triplets threw some sort of bag over her head which led her to believe that they where being taken somewhere different then before.
When the bag was removed Melain looked around as best she could. They where on the top of a very high building, in the distance she could see mountains, a forest and Tammaron. Where they to be shoved off the edge?
"Welcome, this is my place of contemplation so let it also be yours. None of my men found the PaDD which you stole from us, and it seems unlikely to me that you would have left it intact laying around. So I shall satisfy my need for information in a different way and at the same time, my need for fun. Here are the rules. Each time I ask a question and you refuse to answer, or lie, You will be forced one step closer to the edge. Keep in mind that I do know some of the answers, I'm just testing your truthfulness. Every time you do answer, you may take one step back. Understood... of course you do." Wilan Fren smiled.
"I'd rather die honourably falling over that edge then answer anything you say." Melain replied, seconds later she realized her comment sounded rather Klingon.
"You say that know, but wait till you reach the edge." Wilan Fren laughed. 'First question, for the doctor. You have a Cardassian friend named Danara she has a tattoo on her lower back, draw it." One of the triplets handed her a old notebook and pen like she had seen in holodecks.
Melain was confused, this was a pointless question, what did Danara have to do with anything these men would want... unless they where testing her. Did she dare answer, she could be telling them more then she expected, after all she was pretty sure there was more to Danara then what met the eye. She looked over at Frek who looked just as confused as she did.
"We don't have a lot of time Miss, Draw!" Wilen insisted.
Melain bit her lip, and drew a symbol she recognized as being from the Fire caves that looked vaguely Cardassian. Wilen grabbed the notebook and looked.
"I feel hurt that you could think me to be so stupid. Force her forward!" he ordered, tossing the book aside Melain pushed back against Dewey as best she could, but was slid a foot an a half closer to the drop. "Now, YOU" he said pointing to Frek. "What shall I ask you?"
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Post by fthelev on May 30, 2006 18:11:17 GMT
Down there, very very far away, it would probably be windless. But up here, high above the ground, a strong breeze ruffled through his hair. He had taken off his hat some while ago and stuffed it in his pocket. Melain was about two metres away from the edge of the building. That would translate into about four or five steps. Very small steps. It was one of those days that really didn’t fit the situation. You would have expected it to be windy and okay, it was up there, but skies could hardly be called grey and there wasn’t the dreary rain they always seem to have in books and holonovels when it comes to similar situations. The truth was that it was a beautiful day with a soft breeze blowing the scarce and flimsy clouds across firmament in a pleasant pace, allowing the sun to shine undisturbed unto the planet below. Under different circumstances this would not the worse place to be. Perhaps with some comfortable chairs, a nice cocktail. But alas.
Melain’s eyes were fixed on edge. The innocent visitor was protected from falling off the roof by a rail that had been attached all around. For the unlucky visitor the rail was removed over a length of about two metres, allowing a nice easy push over the edge without having to go into the trouble of actually having to lift someone up to throw them over the railing. Someone actually had put some thought into this. For some unclear reason Frek wondered how a real-estate agent would market such a handy commodity feature. He looked at Melain. She looked somewhat pale and obviously not all too happy. Frek tried imagining looking at himself. He imagined his reflection looking pale and not all too happy as well.
Louie who had mysteriously disappeared re-emerged and unfolded a chair and handed his boss a drink in a long glass. Wilan Fren accepted the drink and positioned himself comfortably. He lifted his hands in an apologising gesture. “Well, it is a beautiful day,” he said, “No need not to make oneself uncomfortable when it can be avoided, right?” Frek gave him a dirty look. “Was that my question?” “No, that one was rhetorical.” “Shall I push him boss?” It was Huey. Fren sighed. “I didn’t really ask him a question, Brul. So he wasn’t actually required to answer.” Brul, nicknamed Huey by Frek looked somewhat startled. “So…I won’t push him over the edge. Just a little bit closer.” “No Brul.” “Just a foot closer?” Brul tried carefully. “No!” Frek swallowed and glanced at Huey. He really didn’t want to think about what would happen if Wilan hadn’t been here or if he ever lost control. No need to make any illusions. Fren was nasty figure, and very serious when it came down to business. In his case, dead serious. Literally. But whatever he did, he knew what he was doing. These three baboons just liked to break twigs in half. And in their case they like to use people as twigs. “So,” Wilan said nipping approvingly from his cocktail, “To get back where we left off. What shall I ask you?” Frek looked at Wilan with a mouth somewhat drier than a few seconds ago and swallowed again. Only to discover there was nothing to swallow. “Well,” Frek said trying to keep his voice under control, “You could ask if we would like a nice soft bed, a refreshing shower. Perhaps a four course dinner with a bottle of Kandora champagne?” “You’re getting interrogated,” Wilan Fren said disapprovingly, “Not married.” He made a wide gesture. “And even so, what kind of example would that make to these nice and fine young gentlemen?” Frek stared at the three thugs. “I’m not sure about their age, but I would not exactly describe them as nice and fine.” Huey planted his fist in his kidney area. A sharp pain shot through his body. “Nor gentle,” Frek added through clenched teeth. He was going to feel that for days, this was definitely worse than that hockey holodeck program. At least that one had safety protocols. These people seemed to have the opposite. Wilan had emptied his glass and gotten up from his lazy garden chair. “Except your talent to screw things up, for yourself and,” he lifted an arm in Melain’s direction, “and for others, your smartass remarks are as annoying now as they were back then.” He beckoned Huey. “Boss?” He sounded hopefully, as a child expecting to get some candy. “One foot,” Wilan said raising the equivalent amount of fingers. “Two?” Huey pleaded. “One!”
It was no use. Frek tried to resist, but in the end he gave up. He was weakened by the lack of sleep, food and other comforts. Not to mention that Huey was a big and sturdy guy and in a much better condition. It was no use. It would probably be better to save his strength for later. For when he or Melain would actually be standing on the edge staring down a freefall towards death. Wilan walked up and stopped standing right behind him. He bent forward a little, so to get his mouth on ear-height. “Now,” he whispered quietly, “That, that was just one foot.” He took a step back and raised his voice, so what he had to say would be audible to both Melain and Frek. “Just one foot,” he raised a finger to emphasize his words, “Next it’ll be a step. And it won’t take many of those before you are standing with one foot in the grave.” Perhaps with one foot in the void that would take them there would be more accurate. Nonetheless, it was perfectly clear to all involved what he meant.
Their friendly host turned around and was now standing with his back towards them. “You now what I want,” he said calmly, “Where is it?” Frek took a deep breath and looked at the mountains outlined in the distance, well contrasted against the clear sky, and closed his eyes. “We left it on the train.” ”We looked, you’re lying.” Behind Frek’s back he signalled Huey. There was a firm shove in the back and he stumbled forward another step. “Wrong answer.” Wilan turned around, “Doctor?”
This was it, the final step. In the most literal sense of the words, well two words. One more and they would be in one last thrilling ride down. Several hundred metres down. “You know,” Wilan said, “This game is not much fun when I’m the only one playing. Perhaps it’s true what you say. You left it on that train, and perhaps doctor, it is as you say. That someone else found it. I’m not sure. Either way, this is your last chance. For both of you.”
Frek could feel his heart pounding in his chest; his nerves on fire and stretched far beyond the edge. He was breathing in and out fast, almost bordering to hyperventilation. Would Wilan really kill them? As long as the PADD remained unfound he was pretty sure he wouldn’t, that’s what Frek kept saying to himself. He glanced over his shoulder, but Wilan’s face seemed to be devoid of emotion. His eyes cold and calculating. Frek turned his head to face Melain. He could see she was fighting to maintain her composure. But here, standing on the edge looking down a several hundred meter drop, she looked small and fragile. Not much different from how he felt. Somehow he felt guilty that she was in this mess. If he hadn’t been around, she wouldn’t be in this. He looked into her eyes and took her hand. Frek wasn’t even sure if it was for her comfort or his own. “Well?” Wilan asked. Melain had determined look on her place face. “Your guess is as good as ours.” She managed to keep the trembling from her voice in that last sentence. There were at least a thousand things going through Frek’s mind at warp speed. One tumbling over the other making way for the third, all in an effort to make some sense. What was it again? He had heard it on Earth once. Something old, a song, poem? He couldn’t remember, but that one sentence described the way his thoughts and memories were behaving perfectly. What was it? Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox.
Wilan exhaled in a short, sharp sigh. He turned around to face them with his hands on his side. For a moment he lost it and a flare of anger ran over his face. “Alright…” His voice was back to its old and cold self, considering. Frek glanced over the side. He had never been afraid of heights, but this was a good time as any to develop a good and healthy case of vertigo. Fear of what was to come, anxiety, regrets and the total sense of helplessness and utter despair took over. And not the sort that you feel when you see someone buy that last very bottle of good wine you wanted so dearly right before you eyes. His breath was caught in his throat, and doubtlessly his heart stopped for what probably was a very reasonable time before resuming its duties for the short time that remained. He tried to ignore the sick feeling that rising fast and tried to swallow back the lump in his throat. Frek looked up from the void to his left, took a deep breath and looked straight at her. “Melain, I…eh…” “…Throw them off.” The interruption was a sharp chilling command. Delivered by a person who probably had liquid nitrogen being pumped through his veins by a piece of charcoal.
There was nothing gentle about the push. It was a relentless shove, that wouldn’t budge. People always say that in the moments before dying you can see your whole life pass before your eyes, as if watching a movie being played on fast forward. With his one foot already hovering over the depth and his other slipping away from the hard, stable substance of the roof that was safety, life, he didn’t share that same experience. Instead of seeing the past, it was the things he wanted to do in the future. Things he would have done, could have done, but also and perhaps mostly things should do and should have done. The wind rushed past him. It was all too late now.
The ground was coming in fast. He smacked into it hard, and much sooner than he expected. He could feel his body trembling and shaking all over. Was this it? Was he dead? He opened an eye. He was lying on his stomach; there was nothing below him, except the ground very far away. Was he still falling? Was it possible he was experiencing time in some different perspective? Something crackled beneath him. A forcefield, maybe. Frek worked himself up on his elbows. A metre, perhaps two, to his right there was Melain. Seemingly hanging midair. A strong feeling of sickness came over him and he started retching and coughing. His vision started to blur. Exhausted, both physically and mentally. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on his arms. He could vaguely hear some noises and voices in the background but it was all a blur.
“Computer, end program,” someone said. “Take them back to a cell.” Someone grabbed his collar, but the lacked the strength to look up. If this was some sort of psychological effort to break them, it was working. (16627/96979)
ooc: It might be a good idea to get rescued somewhere in the near future. You want to post first Lorre?(Hint away team.)
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2006 22:20:16 GMT
Throughout the entire interrogation Melain had been afraid to open her mouth, fearing that words would be replaced by a scream, and accompanied by something more... tangible. But that did not seem to matter as Frek was doing enough talking for both of them. She admired that about him, how his endless stream of nonsense could occupy the enemy long enough to allow her some time to think. This time however no decent thoughts came to her head apart from regrets. She regretted her behavior to-wards Danara, her mother. She regretted not getting closer to Toledo and the rest of the crew. She regretted not taking time on her trip to Bajor to actually see the planet, letting her spiritual life slide....
As she was regretting she did not notice the increasingly frustrated look on Wilan's face. She only responded through clenched teeth and a monotone voice when forced to, saying only the story that she and Frek has agreed to stick to. She stared sightlessly down the side of the building and realized that she was a little afraid of heights, but Dewey's giant hand on her back prevented her from escaping from the edge.
"Melain, I…eh…” Frek mumbled beside her, Melain looked over slowly hoping for some words of encouragement. Whatever he had to say was harshly interrupted by Wilan's cruel voice and Dewey's forceful push.
Melain tried to plant her feet, but the roof was slick and the shove hard, her toes slid over the edge, and she tumbled over. "FREK!" she yelped, but he could not help her, she looked over and saw him also tumble over the edge. She closed her eyes and prayed frantically hoping the end would come quickly, that the drop was hard enough to end it all immediately.
She waited, the end never came. She was still aware of the wind blowing back her hair, and of Frek's presence beside her. She opened one eye, and then the other. The ground beneath her was not growing closer. She tried to lift herself up, but was shaking so terribly it was impossible.
"End Program" he heard Wilan order. The scenery vanished and Melain found herself laying on the floor of a holodeck. She felt a forceful hand lift her up by the shoulders and the bag being slid back over her head, but fainted from a mix of fear and mental exhaustion.
When she awoke the bag was off, but they where not back in their cell. Instead she saw nothing, but heard the faint drip of water and felt a hard floor beneath her. Concentrating she could also hear someone breathing. "Frek, is that you?" she called out.
"Yeah, that was some ride, I'm not sure I'd want to go again though." she heard him reply.
"I can't stop from shaking." Melain pulled herself closer. "I have to admit, I almost wish, just a little, that I could answer them and make it all end." she paused, and remembered what Frek had tried to say just before they where pushed. "You tried to tell me something before... before we fell. What was is?"
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2006 15:38:56 GMT
CYle continued to walk as the others fell in behind him. Few words were said by him or his marines, they all knew what he was thinking, they were thinking the same thing. Cyle looked up as the rounded a corner and saw the train depot, he looked at his marines and they spread out in a semi circle, weapons drawn, and slowly moved forward.
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"quiet, keep your voices down" Cyle whispered as he heard murmers from behind him. The Marines kept eyes and ears open, each one checking building as the passed them They reached the center of the depot, were the tracks ran trough, and met at one point. In front of them stood the buidling were Frek and Melain were at, Cyle knew it, somehow. "spread out, stay close to a marine Cyle said to the others, who either felt he knew what he was doing, or were feeling safer with a marine near them.
As the entered the building, nothing happened, and it surprised Cyle. He thought he would have to fight his way in, or at least have alittle resistance. "keep your guard up, i want us all to come home today
OOC about how many people do these bad guys have at their disposal?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2006 14:45:59 GMT
Cyle leaned his back against a door frame, one of his marines besides him. Nodding he head, Cyle kicked open the door, and pointed his phaser at, the empty room. "Blast, thats another empty one, how many rooms does this place have?" a marine stated.
Cyle looked around the room, and saw something he didnt notice in any of the other rooms, part of the wall was a different color, or more a lighter shade of the orginal color, almost as if something was once there, and now its not. Cyle looked over teh part of the wall, his hands running along side the outside of the color difference. He stopped when he heard a soft click and stood back, the wall slid to the side, revealing a small tunnel, wide enough to fit two people, and tall enough for an average man.
"Well, who wants to go into the creepy tunnel first?"
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