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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2006 5:28:30 GMT
He disappeared.
When the trill captain had got to within a few feet of the ship, Cyle and Melain watching him closely, they had seen him disappear completely, not the faintest clue what had happened to him. Cyle was about to break out towards him when Dr Lorre placed a hand on his shoulder. - “Don’t. I don’t want to be left here on my own.” She lifted up a rock and threw it at the ship. When it got to roughly where the captain had been it disappeared too.
"if that hits him, i'm blaming you"
"What the hell did you do that for?!”
Cyle pointed at Melain, "she did it" receiveing a smack on the shoulder from his comrade. "what?, i said i'd blame you"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2006 20:26:18 GMT
Melain watched the rock dissapeare after the Commodore and wonderd what to do next, her question's where answerd when Harris appeared once more. “What the hell did you do that for?!”
Melain stepped bck. "To see if we could hear it hit the ground, I'm sorry Harrias, I have awful aim and it's very difficult to avoid hitting something you can't see." she explained. "What... what happened?"
"It's bo’Tija’s ship alright, they've set up some sort of cloaking device around it." Harrias explained.
"If it's still here then that means that it' crew is still here. Ideally that means we are catching up to them." Melain concurred. "Was there any sign that the ship is occupied?"
"Take a look yourself, scans don't work from this side." Harrias replied.
Melain hesitantly stepped forward through the field. Once on the other side it was very clear who's ship it was and how unnatural it looked among the ruins. She took out her tricorder and scanned for humanoid life signs. Her scans complete she returned to the others. "There's no sign of them, so they must be out searching for the treasure. Sir, they will need to return to the ship eventually, why don't we call the others over and set up an ambush. let them find and excavate the Betazoid relics themselves and bring them to us."
"That sound rather underhanded." Cyle pointed out.
"Which is why they won't expect it from StarFleet personnal." Melain explained.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 5, 2006 14:14:39 GMT
Grace looked a bit strange as well. “I think I’m remembering something from my past,” she whispered. “It’s almost as if I’ve heard this all before.” “Shut up,” bo’Tija yelled. His voice was as the crack of a chemicaly fired shot in a confined space. His voice returned to its usual gnarl. “Now, where were we?”
"You two were going to get some answers from the Federation people." This was a third voice, it was a female voice devoid of emotion. T'Ror.
D'Log looked at T'Ror "Since your here, maybe you could use your mind meld thing on one these three to get the answers we want. Perhaps that weak looking female over there." D'log pointed at Grace.
"She does look like the logical choice. I doubt she has much in her head for me to get any information from. I will try." T'Ror replied.
As T'Ror approached her, Grace was preparing to put up her shield, then she was struck with a thought "Why not continue to let them think she is weak. I could delude them into a falsehood, perhaps put a suggestion into T'Ror's mind that it would benefit them to release me." Grace could feel Frek's and Hannah's eyes on her, imploring her to put up her shield. Grace quickly sent a message to both of them telepathically "I have an idea, go with the flow!"
T'Ror was now close enough to begin the mind meld, Grace was ready. She only let T'Ror see what she wanted her to see. Grace gave T'Ror a suggestion for her own. T'Ror broke the meld "You are correct D'Log, this one is definitely weak. I changed her mind for her, she will now work for us. She can be released."
"T'Ror, I don't want any Federation working with us! We don't need her." D'Log said.
T'Ror shook her head and said "I have given her the suggestion that the Federation is bad, In her mind, the federation hasn't treated her very well, being passed by for promotion again and again. She is ready to switch sides. I helped her hurry that along."
"Very well, T'Ror, we will release her. What about the other two?" D'Log asked.
"She has indicated they are loyal Federation, and because of the likelihood of coming across us. The Federation conditioned them to withstand a mind meld. I can not attempt one on either of them, it would be pointless. I could harm myself. Logic dictates not to attempt it."
"Why did you not get harmed by that one?"
"She is ready to leave the Federation, that is why I was not harmed."
"Alright, bo'Tija, release the weak female."
bo'Tija released Grace.
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Post by hannah on Mar 5, 2006 20:35:31 GMT
Bo'Tija untied Grace and she looked to her comrades.
*I will go and get help* Hannah heard Grace’s voice say in her head.
Hannah watched as Graced walked away down on of the two dark tunnels.
“What should we do with these?” Do’Log asked waving his hand in Hannah and Frek’s direction.
“Kill them, they are no use to us,” Bo’Tija said raised his weapon. He seemed to take pleasure in the act. He moved it between Hannah and Frek deciding which to kill first.
“We are more valuable alive,” Frek shouted as Bo’Tija locked his weapon on him.
“You’re going to need hostages if you want to get past the Federation,” Hannah said.
“It seems logical to keep them alive for now,” T’Ror stated.
“But I was looking forward to killing him,” Bo’Tija said waving his weapon at Frek and then he disappointedly lowered his weapon.
“You will get your opportunity as soon as we have no need for them,” D’Log promised. Bo’Tija smiled showing his few white teeth.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 6, 2006 10:37:13 GMT
- “Which is why they won't expect it from StarFleet personnal.” Melain explained. - “No. These are hardened criminals who have spent most of their lives setting and springing traps and ambushes. You’ve also got to remember that our priority here is recovering the treasure, and in a shootout we are likely to damage it, something that I am sure the betazed government won’t be too happy about. No, we are going to go down to the catacombs, we will just need to be careful. Cyle, did you bring some sensor triggers with you?” - “Aye sir.” - “Can you rig them to set off an alarm on a PADD, or even better, our commbadges?” - “I think so.” - “Do it.”
About fifteen minutes later the sensors were set up, covering areas near all the doors into the enemy vessel. The only way they could get past them would be to beam in, and then the ship launching would trigger ALL the sensors, hopefully giving the away team time to get back to the Nevada in time. The team now made their way down towards the catacombs. Harrias thought back to his childhood years when he had spent hours lost in a labyrinth under one of Trill’s large castles. He decided that he didn’t want to experience that again. - “Doctor, can you keep a record of our journey on your PADD? It should automatically create a map, just trace our journey along it if you would. Getting lost doesn’t rate high on my priorities – not again.”
Just as the trill was choosing a right fork, he felt something on the edge of his mind. As soon as he tried to concentrate on it, it disappeared again. But then it was back, this time as a solid voice.
* Captain, I apologise for speaking to you like this, I know that you banned me from doing so without permission but its an emergency. We have been captured by the pirates. I managed to convince them to release me by reversing a mind meld to use my power over T’Ror’s to convince her that I would aid them. Frek and Hannah are still tied up though there isn’t anything I can do for them. Can you feel where I’m contacting you from? Can you follow it to me? *
Harrias heard everything she said, and could indeed follow the threads of the message back to Grace. However, he couldn’t think how to reply to her. He tried thinking of his answer and concentrating on it deeply, but as he got no reply from the counsellor, he assumed that she didn’t get his reply. He rolled his eyes slightly, and then looked over to Melain and Cyle and relayed the message to them. - “They fell for that?” Dr Lorre commented incredulously. - “So it seems. Your old friends don’t appear to be as clever as we thought.” - “It could be a trick. And they AREN’T my friends!”
The trill put his hand on the marines shoulder. - “I know, I’m just teasing. You going to be able to handle this rescue?” - “Shooting at that scum? I’ll love it.”
Harrias laughed, pleased that Cyle was going to be an asset, although he knew that it was possible things would get out of hand. He would have to keep an eye on the human.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2006 17:10:45 GMT
Cyle, did you bring some sensor triggers with you?” - “Aye sir.” - “Can you rig them to set off an alarm on a PADD, or even better, our commbadges?” - “I think so.” - “Do it.” CYle went around the entrances and placed his sensors along the doorways, keeping them very well hiden, at least he could put to use the skills these [word deleted] tought him.
About fifteen minutes later the sensors were set up, covering areas near all the doors into the enemy vessel. The only way they could get past them would be to beam in, and then the ship launching would trigger ALL the sensors, hopefully giving the away team time to get back to the Nevada in time. The team now made their way down towards the catacombs
Just as they entered Cyle heard the captain say something to Dr. Lorre, but didnt pay attention to what it was. Cyle looked up as they had stopped there movement, something was up with captain. He waited for a moment, then the captain turned and relayed a message from Grace. “They fell for that?” Dr Lorre commented incredulously. - “So it seems. Your old friends don’t appear to be as clever as we thought.” - “It could be a trick. And they AREN’T my friends!”
The trill put his hand on the marines shoulder. - “I know, I’m just teasing. You going to be able to handle this rescue?” - “Shooting at that scum? I’ll love it.”
'i'll finally be able to pay them back, all the suffering they made me go through'
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Post by fthelev on Mar 7, 2006 1:12:30 GMT
ooc: And yet again, another little story. ic: In not exactly the mildest way known to mankind and andoriankind for that matter, Hannah and Frek were pulled to their feet and their restraints released. A painful twist played on Frek’s face for a moment as the cut off bloodstream cut back in again. He rubbed the sore spots on his wrist where the restrains had left their marks. “In there,” bo’Tija ordered with a virulent sneer. He motioned with the gun towards tunnel leading to the room T’Ror had appeared from to exercise her terror. “And no tricky business,” he added playfully waving his gun before their eyes, “I’ve got a very tricky trigger finger.” Bo’Tija wiggled the finger in question in the air to show how tricky it was. If someone else would have done that the only danger you probably would be in is that you find yourself rolling over the floor laughing yourself to death. But with the Orion as your babysitter it looked very convincing. He could probably break your neck with that finger. Grace might have relayed her brilliant idea to ‘go with flow’, but to be honest Frek wasn’t planning anything else for the time being. Not as long as that lovely trio were holding the guns and more specifically holding them trimmed on them. He didn’t like having voices in his head. It was freaky. In the bad sense. He remembered that time when he just joined the crew and Counsellor Grave had said something telepathically to him during a meeting. Whatever the Counsellor was planning, it would be best not to underestimate T’Ror and her gang of horror colours. They were hardened and experienced criminals, playing this game for quite a while. And with success. Probably best not to mistake them for a bunch of gullible school kids with a somewhat typical taste for educative trips. They were about halfway through the about four metre long tunnel when Frek heard something. Well, several things actually. But this was not the sound of heavy footsteps made by some heavies or the sound of D’log breathing his bad smelling breath down his neck. He stood still and raised his antennas as if to pay extra attention. D’log rammed his disruptor rifle in his side and Frek decided it would be best to raise his hands as well. “Did you hear that?” he asked through clenched teeth, trying to suppress the pain without tipping over. If an old lady would ask these guys to help her across the street they would probably throw her to the other side. That was the sort of people they were. D’log bended over Frek’s shoulder. “Hear what?” he whispered in his ear. The words came over the Bolian’s lips in an aggressive hiss. The sorts you might hear from several serpent-like creatures before they strike out and inject their venom through sharp teeth buried in your skin. Frek could feel the warm, stinking breath brush his ear; it was almost as if the air escaping from his captor’s lunges was condensing inside his ear shelf. Some fresh mints wouldn’t be a luxury for this fellow. “I think I heard something,” Frek said again. The gun was still pressed in his side. And not like the gentle, teasing tickling from a nice girl. “Some sort of shuffling and I think I heard something like some rocks being tipped over.” D’log pushed him in the back, indicating him to start moving again. “I didn’t hear a thing,” he declared. “It seems like you’re the dreamer not me. And if you do want to dream, do it in your own time.” “I could do with a break...” Frek started. The Bolian laughed. Not his previous maniacal giggle, but it was a more deep sound of laughter. More like the gurgling sound water makes when it tries to escape through a drain with asthmatic pipes. “You haven’t started working yet,” he said. The next part was more of a warning, “And you’d better do so when we tell you or I’ll make you one very unhappy Andorian young man.” “Happiness is overrated anyway,” Frek replied off-hand, or at least he hoped it sounded like that. “Move!” The cave they entered was more a series of connected galleries, at least thirty metres high at some points. The cavity was enormous as was indeed the amount of goods gathered in there. Except for their sheer size the caverns themselves were of little interest, consisting out of bare rock. These were not the kind that would attract many tourists, not even if located on a more decent planet, which would probably most atmosphere carrying planets. Hannah and Frek stood with their mouths open in the entrance of the huge space, taking everything in. Starships could be big structures, especially freighters. And to transport everything that was in there, you would definitely need one. It was the size of the treasure that stunned the two Starfleet officers. Most packed in standard labelled containers fabricated by some sort of plastics. But several real sized statues and huge sculptures stood there in little groups in the flood-light illuminated caves, as if they were people on a cocktail party discussing the latest quadrant news and weather. “The blue guy’s right,” bo’Tija said softly to his comrade, “I’ve heard that shuffling sound several times since we first came down in these caves.” “Don’t call him ‘blue guy’,” the Bolian hissed, “Think of something else. Blue’s a beautiful colour. Besides, I haven’t heard a thing.” Bo’Tija didn’t seem convinced. “There’s something out there. I’m sure T’Ror heard it as well,” he insisted. “Probably some rodents,” he replied, “Nothing to worry about. Let’s put them to work.” He shifted his attention to his two prisoners; he would verify it later with T’Ror. After all, she was in charge and always seemed to know what to do. She would be up here in a minute anyway. D’log pulled a PADD from his pocket, activated it, and soon found what he was looking for. The cargo manifest downloaded from the Cardassian freighter. “As you can see,” he grinned with a wide gesture to the cave contents, “This is a little bit more than we can take in our cargo holds.” Hannah and Frek both turned to face Oro D’log. “Therefore we selected the most valuable items,” D’log continued, “We’ll take you what to pick and carry to that spot over there.” They followed the outstretched hand of the neighbourhood’s friendly villain. Already the biggest crates had been moved; apparently they had been busy with an anti-gravitational levitation device before they arrived. The area where they had been grouped was surrounded by what looked like waist-high illumination poles. Like the kinds you see in gardens designed by architects with a too high salary. Both Hannah and Frek recognized them immediately. They had them on stand-by as well. One word to the Nevada and they would be beamed down instantly. That is, if they still had their communicators and if they would work in the shielded caves. What they were looking at were transporter beacons and enhancers. It would help the transporter to focus its targeting scanner and allow the thieves to transport the selected valuables to their ship. “Well,” bo’Tija said waving his energy weapon energetically, “I suggest my favourite employees get started.” Frek made a face. “It all looks rather heavy,” he complained. “Not as heavy as the burden of dying in an undesirable fashion,” D’log commented not entirely unfair. “What if we quit?” Hannah informed putting up her friendliest smile. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” D’log said in a caring voice. It didn’t sound very convincing. He wasn’t sorry at all. “One of our employment benefits, and arguably the most popular, is that you get to live.” “Yes, when you resign you also lose that benefit,” bo’Tija explained with a sad voice, “It’s always heartbreaking when someone ‘leaves’ us.” Frek and Hannah looked at each other with a tight-lipped grin and nodded. It was clear which hearts they didn’t like to be seen broken. Literally. “Right, we’d better get started.” (22091)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2006 23:38:47 GMT
These criminals where ten times the hassel Melain thought they would be. Always one step ahead and leaving thorns on the path for anyone who followed. "I'm not sure we should intervene too quickly, anything we do should be passed on to Grace first who knows what she'd got them doing."
"Maybe so, but we can't lay back and wait. Let find out where they are and then stay out of site till we can coincide our attack with whatever Grace has up her sleeve." Harrias replied.
They followed Grace's call for several kilometers, close to where the other away teamed beamed down. The ran across several other wrecks and several decomposing bodies, Melain did not bother running scans, she knew what had happened to them. At last the Cardassian transport reared into view. They followed a course away from it and toward a line of rugged cliffs. Grace led them to a cave mouth.
"I really don't like the idea of going in there, it seems so... ominouse." Melain commented. "Besides that last cave I went into almost became my last."
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Post by hannah on Mar 8, 2006 20:59:17 GMT
Hannah led the way to the first crate followed by Frek.
“On three,” she said bending her knees ready.
“One, two, three lift,” she shouted. They both stood up struggling to move with the weight of the crate.
“Over there,” D’Log said waving his weapon to where a triangle of three transporter enhancers had been laid out.
Hannah could feel her knees wanting to buckle as she moved the few metres to the location D’Log had pointed to. She bit her lip hard, trying to ignore the pain in her arms and legs.
Once they were in the centre of the triangle, Hannah tried to lower the weight down to the ground slowly, but her arms gave way and it dropped to the floor with a thud.
“You better not do any damage to these items,” Bo’Tija said after hearing the thud, “Or you will be paying for them with your lives.”
They watched as D’Log activated the beacons and a green beam appeared connecting the three transporter enhancers.
“Back to work,” Bo’Tija shouted raising his weapon at them and them moving it indicating the next crate they needed to lift. Thankfully that one looked slight smaller and hopefully was lighter.
Hannah moved over the crate and she hoped that Grace had found the captain and they would turn up soon to rescue them from these unforgiving employers, before Hannah or Frek ended up with a work related injury.
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Post by Harrias Jira on Mar 9, 2006 1:46:05 GMT
- “I'll finally be able to pay them back, all the suffering they made me go through.” Cyle added with feeling. Harrias inserted an addendum to his earlier thought. He would definitely need to watch out for the marine if they engaged the pirates. He peered off into the bluish gloom that was the effect of the light reflecting off the wet crystalline walls. Unfortunately it didn’t tell him much other than that they both looked equally unappealing. He raised his eyebrows momentarily and plunged on into the darkness, following an invisible path that was in essence no more than a voice in his head.
He had got no more than 3 metres when he heard footsteps in front of him. He came to a sudden halt, his feet stopping solid next to each other. Behind him Cyle and Lorre were obviously not paying as much attention as they could have been as they both piled into the back of him, forcing him to take two grudging steps forwards to prevent his face making an unwanted acquaintance with the rock floor. He turned around and took Cyle’s phaser rifle from him without a word. After a few seconds of fiddling, he flicked the switch to activate the flashlight which flooded the room tunnel with light.
The trill slammed his eyes close in a reflex that just about helped him retain his night vision. Tentatively he shone the light forwards, towards where he had heard the footsteps. And he saw it. It couldn’t be described in under a hundred words, that much was clear, there was just too much happening.
It was humanoid, or had been, that much was clear. The skin had faded completely so that the light reflecting from the skin was almost blinding in itself. That was, where there was skin it was blinding. Almost everywhere you looked on the body, for that is what he was looking at, the skin was peeling, tearing, curling. In every crack and hole that was lacking in skin there was all sorts of insects and maggots emerging. Where the mouth had been, there was now a gaping hole that was dripping with possibly the last of the blood left from the whole body.
Harrias felt like vomitting. Indeed, he felt so much like doing it that he did. Three times. He heard Lorre muttering from behind him, before she spoke up. - “But I don’t understand, they don’t show up on sensors. Now that I can see them I am picking up the insects, but they just come up as background life signs.” - “Doctor. I think it’s beyond question that they are damned dead, but to be completely honest I don’t care, as long as I can make them more dead!”
He slotted his finger around the trigger and fired two shots into the – well, there was no other name for it – zombie. The flash from the shots blinded him for a few seconds, but when he could see clearly again the sight froze him. The creature was still taking slow steps towards him, but now it was missing half of its body. And through the hole all the trill could see was more of the dead things. He gulped and turned to his crewmates. - “I think we should go back that way. Quickly.” - “Agreed.” Cyle added, having shot a few of his own volleys, with similar results.
The three turned, in what Harrias considered a very controlled fashion (they didn’t stumble and rush and panic). They then broke into a run back down the corridor, in a very uncontrolled fashion (they DID stumble AND rush AND panic).
When they got to the fork once more they were met by the stationary figure of Grace. - “Your mental aptitude is really terrible captain. It was down this one, not that one.” She said, pointing behind her at a tunnel. - “Don’t… care… just… run.” He managed, pushing her down the tunnel she was pointing down, and forcing her at a run in front of him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2006 5:08:59 GMT
OOC that green part of my post was supposed to be my thoughts, but oops on my part..
IC: Cyle followed behind the captain as they entered deep into a dark cave, Cyle was lost in his own thoughts and hadn't noticed the captain had stopped until it was almost too late, bumping into him softly, Cyle and Lorre mad him take a few more steps from the momentum of being run into.
Cyle was about to apologize when he heard what had made the captain stop, and was a bit surprised when he grabbed hold of Cyle's phaser rifle and shoulder it, turning on the flash light. Cyle shielded his eyes momentarily and blinked repeatedly for a few more seconds, grabbing his own phaser.
When he could see clearly, he looked up at the, thing, that the captain had the lights trained on. "what the hell?...." Cyle said aloud as he looked on, then listened to what Lorre had to say
“But I don’t understand, they don’t show up on sensors. Now that I can see them I am picking up the insects, but they just come up as background life signs.” - “Doctor. I think it’s beyond question that they are damned dead, but to be completely honest I don’t care, as long as I can make them more dead!”
"damn straight" Cyle muttered under his breath, and fired a few shots into the,........undead walking zombie plague ridden maggot Field of walking sewage of death... with little effect.
I think we should go back that way. Quickly.” - “Agreed.” Cyle added, having shot a few of his own volleys, with similar results.
The three turned, in what Harrias considered a very controlled fashion (they didn’t stumble and rush and panic). They then broke into a run back down the corridor, in a very uncontrolled fashion (they DID stumble AND rush AND panic).
When they got to the fork once more they were met by the stationary figure of Grace. - “Your mental aptitude is really terrible captain. It was down this one, not that one.” She said, pointing behind her at a tunnel. - “Don’t… care… just… run.” He managed, pushing her down the tunnel she was pointing down, and forcing her at a run in front of him.
'dontturnarounddontturnarounddontturnaround' Cyle thought to himself as he ran, taking a quick look behind them'you had to turn around', he didn't see the, creatures, any more. "Sir.....i.....dont.....see....them.....any.....more" Cyle sputtered out as he ran. "good, lets stop running".
The four stopped to breath and Cyle rested his hands on his legs, breathing deeply. Reaching over to the captain, he grabbed his rifle back and and put it around his shoulder again, looking at the captain he gave a him a friendly, "mine" look and smiled casually.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 9, 2006 12:30:45 GMT
The three of them described to Grace what they had been running from, "I'm glad I didn't see it. I may never eat again."
Grace explained the situation that Hannah and Frek were in.
"T'Ror just let you walk away?" Cyle asked incredulously.
"I reversed her mind meld she attempted on me, she isn't quite herself right now. I didn't dare give her the suggestion to release us all, the other two would have been even more suspicious."
"Any suggestions for our next move?" Harrias asked.
Cyle replied "Why don't we stun the two holding Frek and Hannah. Grace, could you keep T'Ror from stepping in?"
"I could."
They all looked at Harrias for confirmation.
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Post by fthelev on Mar 9, 2006 14:31:16 GMT
With mixed feelings Frek stared at the next crate standing before his feet. It looked big and heavy. If it could only land on the big round head of one of his captors. He dismissed the thought. This was no the time or place to become a hero. By the time he staggered two inches towards one of them he would find himself shot dead for at least a dozen times. A combined sigh and groan escaped from his mouth and managed to lift the crate of the moist ground. A few more of these and he would be under it. The sweat was pouring down his back, through his pants, into his standard issue Starfleet boots. There must be at least a litre in each of them by now. Filter it, and you’d have enough liquid to survive in the desert for a good week.
“My back is killing me,” Frek complained hopefully as he stumbled past one of the crooks. Perhaps they would give them a break. And a phaser if possible. “If you don’t keep on working,” the crook said with his crooked logic, “I will.” No such luck. “Really,” Frek puffed as he put down the crate, “Slavery really is not of this time anymore.” D’log and bo’Tija looked at each other and then started to laugh. You would hear lovelier sounds in a mental institution. “Oh no,” bo’Tija wanted to explain, “You got it all wrong. You are not slaves, just prisoners doing some hard labour.” “And the difference is?” Hannah asked sarcastically. D’log gave her a friendly smile. “You get out when you served your time.” For some reason he was careful not to mention where they would get out off. Probably life. “An hour ago we were still ‘employees’,” Frek muttered. “Don’t be a wisecrack,” D’log warned, “Or I’ll crack your head.
So much for a friendly conversation during coffee break. His parents must be real proud of him. He suddenly remembered what he read in the file. His parents were big criminals in their days as well. They probably were proud of him. That was one family meeting he wouldn’t want to attend.
“And now back to work,” he said, “We don’t have all day.” Frek didn’t agree. “Actually…” he started. bo’Tija wiggled his finger in encouragement. It worked. “I know, I know,” Frek groaned, “Your very tricky trigger finger. You really need to find yourself a hobby.” While the Orion prodded them with his weapon in order to induce some extra motivation he sincerely looked surprised. “But I like what I’m doing,” bo’Tija said with both eyebrows raised. That action also forced one of the warts sitting above them to migrate to almost the top of his head. “This is my hobby.”
The two officers made their way to the next crate. Best not to argue with this guy. He probably was the type that would pull your fingers off when he was losing a discussion. This was going to be a very long day. Woefully he stared at his throbbing fingers. After being caught between two crates they started to swell again. He probably would lose all cognitive control over them soon.
“I really hope the Counsellor found the Captain,” Hannah muttered. She stared at the shrinking pile of containers. “If he doesn’t show up soon we might find ourselves in an unfavourable position.” Frek gave her a look. They already were in an unfavourable position. “I hope you are right Lieutenant,” Frek agreed on the first part. He was a bit sceptical though. In the year onboard the Nevada he had learned trouble never came alone. And that sickbay wasn’t that bad. They each lifted one side on one of the last of the bigger crates. “But I seriously doubt he will be coming barging in here like a headless chicken to rescue us anytime soon,” Frek commented.
The Captain and his team came barging in. They weren’t very subtle at it either. With a lot of noise they came jolting in from one of the tunnels that lead to this huge storage cave. Hannah and Frek were half way to the transport area when they heard them, and they weren’t the only ones. “What’s that?” T’Ror demanded who had come to join her partners in crime. “Told you I heard something,” bo’Tija said reproachful. “Just vermin,” D’log insisted. As soon as Jira and company reached the big cave they came to a halt. They were all panting and resting with their hand on the wall or their legs. Finally they looked up and noticed the others and levelled their phasers. So much for their rescue plan. Had they finally put together a plan, when they showed up again. “Well well,” T’Ror said calmly, “Look who we’ve got here.” “Told you it was just vermin,” D’log hissed.
Jira slowly raised his phaser, pointing it at the ceiling in what he hoped was a non-threatening way. “Look,” he started, “We’ve got to talk.” “I’d rather shoot,” bo’Tija contributed. T’Ror motioned him to shut up. “Why should we comply? We’ve got our weapons aimed at you and our two…guest workers. We call the shots.” And fire them, Frek thought. He wondered why the other away team kept looking into the tunnel they had come from. “I think we might have a mutual problem,” Jira explained. “Yourself?” D’log suggested. T’Ror ignored the comment. “And what might that be?” It was a logical question. “I think I hear something,” Grace whispered to Jira.
Unwillingly the Commodore looked over his shoulder into the tunnel again. This was not the time to start a shoot out. Sometimes you have to compromise. Frek had heard it too. It was the same sound he had heard before. Only this time, seeing the reaction of his fellow crewmembers, it sent shivers down his spine. Something wicked was coming their way. And then he saw it. It must have been at the same time as Hannah did, cause they both let go of the crate at the same time. With a bang it crashed on the floor and broke open. Several cylindrical shaped things rolled out, but no one paid attention. Even bo’Tija didn’t.
The first of the zombies appeared from around the corner. Even though they only seemed to be shuffling, they seemed to make a good speed. For some dead people they did anyway. “That’s our mutual problem,” Jira said, “I suggest we solve this first before resolving our own differences.” Even the usually unaffected Vulcan mastermind seemed to be a bit distracted by the sight. “Shoot them!” Her voice had always been derived from emotion and cold. But this time it was freezing. D’log and bo’Tija aimed their weapons. With horror Hannah and Frek stood their watching as Jira, Grace, Melain and Cyle seemed to freeze on their spots, looking into the barrels.
“No not them you fools,” T’Ror said sharply. That could always come later. “The dead ones.” She nodded towards the Commodore. A silent agreement. The disruptor blasts shot into the tunnel. It didn’t do much good. They only staggered and continued to approach. Jira and his team had joined the others. Frek was glad to be with Melain again and to see she was alive and well. Certainly after meeting those…creatures. Apparently they had named them zombies. She looked a bit shaky though. One look at the zombies and Frek didn’t feel that well himself. He felt like a decent fled in wild panic.
“What the hell are that?” he asked grabbing her arm. “Exactly, dead,” Melain said, looking up to him. “I think we just found out what happened to all those crews.” “If they are dead,” Frek asked not entirely illogical, “Why are they moving. Dead people don’t usually do that. Do they?”
The zombies would make a good test subject for the cosmetic industry; they most certainly had bad skin. In fact it was peeling off. It seemed the zombies themselves had something different in mind. And whatever it was, they were not here to invite them for tea and a biscuit.
Frek started feel a bit queasy in the stomach and picked up one of the cylindrical shapes that gad rolled out of the cracked open crate. By a lack of a phaser he needed something. And this seemed to be as good as any. “What’s that?” Melain asked nodding at the thing clenched in his hand. “Huh? Dunno,” Frek mumbled and looked at what he was holding. It seemed to be a can. It didn’t specifically look like an ancient artefact. “Jell ‘o Magic,” he read, “With medicinal value.” He turned the can around.
“When you got pain in your tummy Ask your mummy for something yummy Make a big pan full of Jell ‘o Magic jelly ‘Cause it’s the best for an upset belly
Pick a nice flavour, one you can savour Take a spoonful, until you feel cool Melon, or fresh raspberry and peach You’ll feel better, again playing on the beach.”
“Catchy,” he said, and then asked Melain, “You think it comes with a jingle?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2006 16:10:54 GMT
(O.O.C YOU! I told you I didn't want to hear a jello jingle!!!! How dare you sneak it to me like that (There's an inside story to this guys, a very stupid inside story) "It's sounds horrendose." Melain replied. 'And yet if it does what it says it can I should probably take some bck to sickbay." She took the can from Frek and shoved it in her bag before noticing his throbeing finger. "You're hurt, I should have known." "Work related injury, I wonder if I can sue." Frek replied holding up the finger, interestingly enough this was the same finger that had been bitten by a bird, slammed in a locker and who knows what else. Melain searched through her medkit for the right supplies. 'I'm going to get you an armoured glove for that hand one day." "We really should not hang around." Hannah pointed out. By now that zombies had basically kept the criminal's occupied which had allowed Cyle and Harrias to creep up behind them. "There where a lot of ships out there and that means a lot moe of these creatures." "Can you alter those transporter things to beam to the Nevada instead of the criminal's transport?" Melain asked. <Tag Hannah> "I'm glad we found you guys, this planet would be an awful place to get lost on... or killed." Melain commented, gesturing the now motionless zombies.
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Post by hannah on Mar 9, 2006 21:53:07 GMT
Hannah nodded in response to Melain , “I think so.”
Hannah turned around and moved over to the nearest triangle of transporter enhancers. It had two smaller crates in the centre that Frek and Hannah had moved there only five minutes early, the criminals hadn’t had a chance to beam to their ship.
Another group of zombies advanced into the cave and the away team and criminals raised their weapons again, firing at them. It only seemed to be slowing them down and they continued to advance.
On the good side it was keeping the criminals attention away from Hannah’s work. Hannah accessed the system quickly and began to reprogram the end destination to the Nevada.
Everyone except her continued to fire at the approaching Zombies, there was a layer of zombie bodies on the floor, but they continued to come. Frek had managed to get a phaser of one of the other members of the away team and was firing at the oncoming Zombies as well. Hannah knew time was against them and worked as fast as she could.
The away moved back towards the triangle as they fired. Melian had informed them of what Hannah was doing and they tried to get into position as discreetly as possible, so not to draw the criminals attention to them.
“Ready,” Hannah screamed. It only took a few seconds for the whole team to be in triangle. Hannah activated the enhancers and a green beam appeared connecting them.
Hannah moved quickly moved into the centre to join her crewmates. She looked over to the criminals, who were continuing to fire at the Zombies, paying little attention to them as the Zombies were closing in on them. Then she noticed that T’Ror was setting up the enhancers for transport.
A moment later the fimalar transporter room of Nevada replaced the cave and the advancing Zombies. Hannah let out a sign of relive.
Hannah sat down on the edge of the transporter pad, she was exhausted from all that forced labour and her back was killing her.
“That was close,” she said.
Everyone nodded.
“What do you think will happen to the criminals?” Melain asked.
“I saw them trying to activate the transporter, but I don’t if they succeed,” Hannah informed them.
She heard a bang behind her and turned to see Frek looking into the first crate.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2006 16:33:44 GMT
"We really should not leave them there, is there anyway we can lock onto them from here?" Melain asked.
"We could try, but there is a lot of interferance in the caves." Hannah replied.
"So what about the treasure we where sent to retrieve it, and now it's stuck down thee, with the convicts and the Zombies." Melain pointed out. "I'm not entirely certain about their physiology, but those dead things might still be knocked out by a high dose of Anesthezine Gas, 80ppm should be sufficient."
"What if they don't breath?" Frek asked.
"Then I haven't got a clue what we can do." Melain replied. "I can get several cannesters deliverd immediatly form sickbay, we can rig them to pop open once transport is complete, you can beam them down to the same location that we beamed up from, that is possible isn't it, what do you say Commodore?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2006 17:17:06 GMT
Cyle blinked momentarily, something wasnt right, he should be on the nevada right now, then looking down he noticed his comm badge was missing, and he wasnt standing in the perimeter of the transport enhancers.
"crap" he said to himself, then looked back up, the "zombies" were still coming, the criminals were still shooting, T’Ror was still trying to get the enhancers to work for herself and the other two criminals.
Cyle's mind raced, what to do? he thought as he kept looking from the zombies to the criminals.
'i'm gonna hate this' he thought as he ran over to the criminals side, firing his rifle into the ranks of zombies still walking towards them.
"good to see you've changed your mind" Bo’Tija said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Cyle rolled his eyes and kept firing. "how are those enhancers coming?" he called to his partner in crime. "done, lets move" All at once the four moved into range and were transported onto the ship.
Cyle momentarily looked around, and received a blow to the back of his head, he crumpled to the ground, motionless.
"sleept tight, your gonna be working when you get up boy"
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 11, 2006 13:45:29 GMT
While Melain was talking about using Anesthezine Gas, Grace looked around and noticed Cyle was missing. "Hannah, try to scan for human life signs. Cyle didn't come back with us!"
Everybody looked around and saw him missing. Hannah was using the sensors, but was having a hard time getting through due to the interference from the caves. Frek stepped up to give her a hand.
Grace tried her comm badge to contact him with no luck. She decided to contact him telepathically, "Cyle, we're trying to locate you.."
But Cyle cut her off "Not now, Grace. I'm a bit busy shooting Zombies with this scum. T'Ror is reconfiguring the emmitters for their ship."
"Understood, I will keep my thoughts with you if you don't mind"
"No prob!"
Grace turned to the others and relayed what Cyle had said. Suddenly she heard Cyle in her head. "T'Ror's dunnit, I'm going to their....ugh"
Melain saw the look on Grace's face "What's the matter, Grace? What happened?"
"Cyle is on the criminals ship, they just knocked him out. I can't get a response."
"Hannah scan for that ship. Frek lay in a course the second you get the coordinates. I want us on their tail immediately. Melain scan for human life signs as soon as we get that ship on sensors. Maybe we can beam him out of there." Harrias commanded.
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Post by fthelev on Mar 14, 2006 16:00:56 GMT
Whether dead people do or do not breathe was something that shouldn’t be debatable. Normally they don’t. But on the other hand, dead people are not supposed to be moving either. In this case they did seem to be doing just that, and you only have to take a look at them to see they are out to eat your brains and liver. Or something equally ghastly. In this case it didn’t seem likely. Breathing that is. One peek at the holes in their chests and it seemed unlikely their lunges were in any breathing condition at all. If you’re suffering from some eerie form of tuberculoses or asthma, this is not one of those locations with fresh, crystal clear air that help you recuperate. But this was all something they could worry about later.
Their first priority lay in getting their house trained marine back. And for a difference this might actually be easy for a change. Amazingly enough T’Ror and her gang of illicit potential managed to get to their ship as well, after being stabbed in the back by the Starfleet away-team. That was something she probably wouldn’t take very kindly.
The criminals’ ship appeared on the screen. It had escaped the treasure, or horror planet at the far side of it. It didn’t take the Nevada very long to catch up, and to be honest, the ship wouldn’t me much of a challenge. Basically it was nothing more than a strong warp drive with a control centre connected to a cylindrical cargo hold. While they could probably reach high warp speeds it was unlikely it held a lot of weaponry, if any at all.
“Hail them,” Jira ordered as soon as they had them on screen. The operations officer shook his head. “No answer sir.” Melain who had followed the others to the bridge took a step forward and pointed at the screen. “What is that?” she asked, “Can we zoom in a bit further?” Soon it became clear what had attracted her attention. The cargo hold was covered. Covered with the same creatures they saw attached to the hulls of the ships down on the planet. The same they found on that Cardassian ghost ship in the Nebula. “Sir,” Melain said with some urgency in her voice, “I suggest we get Lieutenant Johnson out before he too gets infected.” Jira nodded. There was something brewing in his mind. Not on how to get the marine back, but about what happened to the crew of those ships. Those creatures, the energy readings from some of the insects housing in those bodies.
“Sir, we are in weapons range,” Tactical reported. “Can we force them to a stop?” Jira informed. Tactical checked his readings. “Not without damaging the cargo hold.” “They managed to transport two loads to their ship while we were there sir,” Frek informed him from his station, “Damaging the cargo hold might result in the loss of the artefacts.”
And that was surely something neither Starfleet, nor the Federation and most certainly the Betazoid authorities would appreciate. Can you imagine how long it would take if they decided to deduct the damages from their salaries? Best to keep everything in one piece. Apparently the Commodore came to the same conclusion as his navigation officer, although he might have used a somewhat different reasoning. “Can we beam ‘m off?” “We should be able to overload their shield generator with some low burst phaser fire sir,” the tactical officer said with confidence. Jira gave him a terse smile, his lips pressed together into a thin line. “Give it a go.”
The first shot missed and disappeared into space over the port bow of the fleeing ship. The second one was a hit. On the screen they could see the orange/red beam striking the vessel. Its shields glowed up under the stream of energy poured into it; giving the ship it was protecting a bluish glow. “Captain!” the voice of the operations officer sounded alarmed. “The ship, it’s breaking apart!” Jira shot a glance at the tactical station. The officer looked back raising his hands, indicating he had nothing to do with it. “It’s not breaking apart,” Frek was able to correct after a few seconds, “They are ejecting the cargo section.” His words had barely dissipated when the drive section completely came loose from the cargo hold and shot to warp. “Shall I lie in a pursuit course sir?” Frek inquired. “Two life signs in the cargo hold,” Operations reported almost at the same time. “Can you identify them?” Jira informed. “One Human and one Orion. Both seem to be alive, more or less.”
Frek watched his Commanding Officer disappear in his ready room and Melain to sickbay to see to Cyle and bo’Tija. Although they managed to find the treasure, and with two of the criminals in their custody and the other two unlikely to be seen again, they could barely say it was safely in their hands. It was in the decomposing hands of the local zombie population. Frek tried to suppress the cold chill he could feel running through his body. The idea alone of having to go back. The part of the treasure they were recovering from T’Ror’s cargo hold only represented perhaps twenty percent of what was still down on the planet, and even that twenty percent barely fitted in the Nevada’s cargo bays. After all, the ship wasn’t designed to function as a freighter.
“I really hope we find a way to stop those zombies,” Frek commented. “I really must object to having my entrails eaten by some walking corpses.” Hannah who was overseeing the cargo transfer from the bridge replied. “Perhaps they don’t want to eat you,” she put forward, “Could be they just want to turn you into one of them.” Frek stared at her in disgust. “And that is any better, how exactly?” “Every scenario that leaves me eaten, dead, both or in any other gruesome peril,” Frek declared in a most convincing way, “Is something I’d rather avoid.” “You can start by trying not to hurt yourself with everything you do,” Hannah remarked not entirely illogical. Frek frowned. “That hardly ever happens,” he said dismissing the thought, “Name three occasions?” “Well…” Hannah started, “For one…” “Ah, that was the last crate,” Frek hastily interrupted, “Let’s inform the Captain.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2006 17:45:43 GMT
Cyle awoke, if one could call being thrown into a cargo bay awaking, he awoke groaning rubbing his head with his hands. "ooowwww, what'd ya hit me for?"
"be quite, you've got work to do" bo'Tija said grumpily, cleary unhappy about having to babysit his ex-protege.
Cyle looked around, barely able to see anything with his spliting headache. Rubbing his head once more, he stood up, wobbling a bit as he stood, he reached his hand out and grabbed onto a crate, to steady him self.
"what kind of work?" Cyle asked, looking around the cargo bay, filled with only a few crates of artifacts. "your gonna move these crates over there" bo'Tija replied, pointing towards the other side, which was completly empty.
'they probably dont have any clue what to do with me, so they are keeping me busy' Cyle thought to himself as he lifted a small crate, struggling momentarily.
Just as he sat the crate down, the ship shook, 'phaser fire' Cyle said as he held onto the crate. "it seems your masters want there pet back" Cyle glared at him and made a move to strike, but stopped abruptly as bo'Tija raised his weapon. "now now, dont make me use this"
The ship shook once again, and bo'Tija lost his balance, stumbling into a crate. Cyle rushed forward, grabbing for the gun in his hands, the two struggled as the cargo section began to break away from the other half, "it seems your "friends" are leaving you behind, just like the dog you are" bo'Tija turned to look out a window(do starships have windows?) and the two were transported back onto the Nevada.
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Post by hannah on Mar 14, 2006 21:41:27 GMT
Hannah followed Frek towards the ready room. She couldn’t image the number of hours it was going to take to catalogue all the artefacts on there way back, but the Betazoid people would be very happy to have them back.
Frek rang the doorbell.
“Enter,” the captain shouted. They stepped forwards and the doors slid open. They entered into the office and moved over to the desk.
“All the crates of artefacts from the criminals ship are onboard,” Hannah informed the captain.
“What about their ship?” the captain said.
“I tried tracing the warp signature, but they have masked it and I am unable to pick it up,” Hannah informed the captain. The criminals seemed to very good at hiding their tracks, probably explained why they hadn’t been caught.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2006 23:54:52 GMT
After chasing after the Criminal hip and realising the shape it was in, creatures and all, Melain hastened back to sickbay. The odds of a casaulty in this situation where high. "Tom, prep a level 4 Neuroscan for a terran Male patient and a Male Orion. I want a security team as well for the Orion."
"Aye doctor, you don't think...." The EMH began.
"I'd rather not, but their ship was coverd in those creatures so I'd like to be sure." Melain replied as she began to hastily organise sickbay."How's Danara?"
"Rachel's looking after her, she seems to have leveled. Granted she's worse for wear but I think she's in the clear." Tom replied.
Melain arranged to have both Cyle and bo'Tija transported immediatly to sickbay.
The Security team arrived moments before the patients did. Cyle was beamed to one of the secondary biobeds while the Orion was beamed to the center bed, the security officers quickly secured him and a force field was put in place.
Melain approched bo'Tija "Alright, here's the deal. Your transport was coverd in creatures from the planet who seems to excrete something that causes seriose neural damage. One of our own crewmembers has already been affected by them so I now know what to look for and what to do if I find it. I am a trained medical professional offering my aid to you unconditionaly, I won't examine or treat you untill you give me our permission." Melain paused. "You can tell me to stop at any moment and by the Hippocratic oath I will. Do you accept my aid?"
bo'Tija looked puzzled, then concerned, then suspicouse. "Examine him first, I'll watch and then decide if you can touch me." he gestured toward Cyle who's bruised head was being treated by Tom.
"Deal. Cyle, do I have your go ahead?" Melain asked the Marine.
"You have to ask?" Cyle replied. Melain set up the scan and began. It took almost ten anxiose minutes. Once the results came up it was as if the entire room held it's breath while Melain read them over. "So?" Cyle asked.
"Results are negative. You are pefectly healthy." Melain replied with a broad smile, "Most likely you wher enot on the ship long enough to be affected." She turned back to bo'Tija "That's all. Are you okay with that?"
'I don't seem to have a choice. Do your magic Starfleet." The security team closed in as the force field was lifted and Melain began the scan. it seemed like bo'Tija had settled down a little, there was somethign about doctors that could either bring ut the best or worst in someone, apparently for the orion it brought out the best.
Melain checked the results. "You are also not affected. Take him to the Brig." she instructed the Security officers who seemed relieved they could take bo'Tija where he belonged.
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Post by gracemitchell on Mar 15, 2006 2:42:17 GMT
As bo'Tija was being placed in a cell next to Oroset. The two began to have a whispered shouting match with each other, then Oroset noticed Grace walk in. "Oh, not again, I can't take your talking anymore. Go away." By the time she had finshed speaking Oroset was yelling at Grace.
"Oroset, is that anyway to speak to a close girlfriend?" Grace asked.
"You are no friend of mine!" Oroset shouted again, then to bo'Tija she said "I told them nothing, bo'Tija, nothing" but Grace could hear the fear in her voice.
The look on bo'Tija face was not exactly friendly towards Oroset or Grace for that matter. As usual, Grace didn't appear to notice.
"Hello, bo'Tija. Is there anything you have to say before I start asking questions?"
"Did you do something to to T'Ror, that she thought you were coming to our side?"
"As a matter of fact, I am a telepath. I can reverse a mind meld if I want. I just gave T'Ror a mental suggestion that I would be a willing participate in your nefarious endeavors."
"Huh?"
"So much for your understanding of the language. I let her think I would follow all of you and steal like you."
"Oh, well and it wasn't true?"
"No, I'm happy to say, it wasn't. I am where I belong, in Star Fleet. Happily talking to you two. Now, where would T'Ror and D’log have gotten to?"
"I aint telling you!" bo'Tija yelled.
In the cell next to him, Oroset groaned, "If you don't tell her what she wants to know, she will stand here and talk until she dies. You don't want to listen to her."
"Oroset, your a coward. I aint telling her nothing."
"Will someone kill me now!"
Grace smiled "Oroset, no one is going to kill you. At least not any crew on this ship. There are no guarantees once you reach the planet where youlot killed that old merchant."
"What are you talking about." bo'Tija asked.
"Since you lot implicated some of us in the murder of Boksha-Tayo on Anu’T-Rof. We will need to take you there to help clear our names and the Federation. In all likelihood you two will remain there and face murder charges." Grace replied.
"What about charges from the Federation? Don't they count?" bo'Tija asked.
Grace saw fear in both their eyes. Obviously they knew the penalty for murder on Anu'T-Rof was death. "Well, the Federation would be more interested in justice being served for a murder than theft or assault charges. The Federation would also prefer some of their own cleared of charges and relations with the Anu'T-Rof government repaired."
This time Oroset asks "Can't you just talk your peoples way out of those charges and put in a good word for us? You talk good about nothing, they would listen to you."
It was obvious that Oroset as trying to get on Grace's good side, but Grace was fooled "Oroset, I happen to one of those facing charges. I have every intention of talking alot to clear my comrades and myself, but once we deliver you two everything will work out. At least for the Federation, I couldn't possible talk your way out of this. You have made some bad choices, which you will have to face. Now I must be off, good day to both of you. If you are in need of a ear for listening, have the guard contact me."
Grace turned and left the two who were both very quiet for quite awhile contemplating their fate.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2006 3:46:48 GMT
Cyle sat still on the biobed for a few minutes after Bo'Tija was taken to teh brig, he was a little numbed from the event that had taken place, and he was gingerly touching the wound on the top of his head.
"Is there something you want help with lt?" the doctor asked, obviously curious as to why Cyle was still sitting on her bed.
"huh?, oh um, no sorry, just alittle shaken up from the past thats all. Nothing to serious" 'i hope Cyle thought as e hopped off the bed, stumbling a bit before finding his footing and walking towards the door to sickbay.
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"really doctor, i'm fine, just need a little rest, thats all" Cyle insisted as he walked out of sickbay, heading towards the mess hall.
Somehow Cyle managed to find his way towards a replicator and orderd a tall glass of water, full to the brim, and sat down at a table. he was lost in his thoughts moments after sitting down, and didnt realize someone was standing next to him, until they sat down in front of him. "oh sorry, didnt see ya there"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2006 7:19:35 GMT
Melain checked on Nick and Danara while Tom checked Cyle over for other injuries. Nick was awake for a moment and Melain assured him that things where looking better, that they'd missed him on the mission and where all eager for him to make a full recovery. Danara was sleeping, which was exactly what she needed to be doing. Sleep is the reset button of the brain, it was the time where one's mind made sense of what happened during the day, and Danara had been through a lot.
As Melain renterd ward one, she saw that Cyle was still seated on the biobed, one hand on his head looking botherd. Tom had treated the wound, but it would still be tender "Is there something you want help with?"
"huh?, oh um, no sorry, just alittle shaken up from the past thats all. Nothing to serious" Cyle replied. He hopped off the biobed and headed rather shackily toward the door.
"Cyle, You need to take it easy. Why don't you stay here for a while, I can set you in the same ward as Nick." Melain offerd, he was well enough to leave sickbay, but she did not like the idea of letting him out of her sight.
"really doctor, i'm fine, just need a little rest, thats all" Cyle insisted. Melain let him go, making a mental note to check on him later.
"Doctor, Danara is awake, she wants to speak with you." Rachel called over from Danara's biobed.
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