Mission 1.1 R&R
Jun 15, 2007 23:20:08 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2007 23:20:08 GMT
"Sureley there were witnesses to the incident?" he encouraged, "didn't internal sensors record anything?"
Meldova glanced at John, who nodded. "This is a Starbase, not a prison, Mr. Green. Although I'm assigned to the Excalibur, I promise there was no recording of the incident. But there are always witnesses. I take my leave." He nodded to John and left.
The cadet cast hopeful eyes on the lieutenant doctor, while he continued to stroke Mira's hand. "She'll be all right, won't she?" he asked, as he got up from his seat, waving Mann over to take his place.
John nodded, not speaking. Seeing Mira so incapacitated made him more than angry. It made him afraid. She was no pushover, and if whoever had done this to her came back for more, John would be unable to do much against such a dangerous person.
"Someone needs to watch her. I'm going to talk to your captain about this...besides I had wanted to meet your captain anyway. Mira promised to introduce me, before she got called away." Francis stepped away from the bed. "I hope she'll be all right, both physically and mentally. I know she suffers from the loss of your previous captain and she needs all the support she can get. You be good to her, you hear me? Or you'll have to deal with me."
John smiled, glad to know Mira's brother. He was a nice person. John took Mira's hand in his and watched the medical readouts intently, making sure nothing went past him unnoticed.
About thirty minutes later Mira at last stirred and groaned, then lay still again. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her face a mask of confusion. "Where am I?" she managed.
"Don't worry, Mira," whispered John as she slipped away again. "You'll be fine."
"If she stays here for another couple of hours," added the head nurse, walking in with a medical tricorder in pieces. "I don't need to tell you how important it is we let her rest, doctor. As soon as I'm finished with this," she hefted the broken tricorder, "I'll come back and check on her." John tried to argue, but was cut off before he could begin. "I know you're qualified to treat her, but you're too close to her to give an accurate analysis, doctor. I'll be back." The nurse left, leaving John and Mira alone.
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Meldova was not a small person. He was also very good at finding missing people, and Mira's offender was his prey at the moment. Finding the crimescene had not been difficult. Finding the perpetrator had been much harder, and required a change of clothing. Meldova had already broken two fingers and an arm in his efforts to locate the man who had punched Mann's girlfriend, and he could tell he was getting close. He entered the bar his last 'witness' had told him to go to and looked around with disgust. This was the perfect place for the man to go to ground. It wasn't a decent bar. The beer was probably horrible. Meldova smirked as he imagined John Mann drinking, and then gagging on the taste. The doctor probably hadn't touched anything besides wine in his entire life.
"Can I help you?" asked the barkeep.
Meldova shrugged. "I'm looking for some guy named Owen Giscard. Know where I can find him?"
Conversation died around him, and a man in a booth stood up, grinning. "Hey, friend, how's it going? Haven't seen you in a while."
The entire bar was silent now. Meldova approached Giscard (although that probably wasn't his name) slowly. He had already scanned the room, and saw only one exit: the way he had entered. There were no allies in this room, and Giscard probably had at least half a dozen people willing to back him up in a fight. "No I guess you haven't," replied Meldova, bringing a hidden phaser to bear and firing on another man who was standing up. The man, whose hand was in his robes, crumpled before he could withdraw his weapon. "I want to have a talk."
Giscard grinned. "Talk away."
"Did you punch a young petty officer earlier today, Mr. Giscard?" questioned Meldova.
The man pretended to think for a moment. "Uh... yeah, yeah, I did. Why?"
"I don't really care, but others do," replied Meldova. That wasn't entirely true. He did like both Mira Green and John Mann. Now wasn't the time to be telling Giscard who had asked him to seek revenge, though. "You're coming with me, and I don't care if you're walking out or being carried in a body bag."
Giscard frowned for a moment, contemplating this new threat. He looked dangerous, but Giscard had many friends with him... more than Meldova had anticipated. "I advise you leave now, buddy, if you don't want to-"
Meldova spun around and shot the barkeep, who was approaching with a raised bottle. The man had some sort of sixth sense, thought Giscard. Someone yelled, "Bar fight!" and all hell broke loose. Meldova shot seven more people before he was forced to use hand-to-hand combat. A knife ended up in someone's back. Meldova kicked a man in the throat as he ran forward with a switchblade, causing him to drop to the ground in pain. A woman with a phaser didn't even see Meldova's knife fly toward her before it was embedded in her left eye. The fight lasted all of twenty seconds before Meldova had injured or killed everyone in the room but Giscard and a trio of terrified Andorians, who were cowering beneath a table.
Giscard swallowed nervously as Meldova approached him. "I-I-I'm sure we can talk this ov-"
Meldova's fist was the last thing he saw.
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"That was artistic," murmured the man on the viewscreen next to Ben Navidomskis. "So long as we have this incident on record, we have a way to Mann. I think you won't need to do anything unhappy."
The neurosurgeon frowned. "I hope so. Have we recruited him?"
"Meldova? No. Brawn, not brains. Good day." The man's image flickered away, and Ben departed from the concealed position where he had watched the fight.
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A man fell heavily to the floor near John, startling the doctor. He looked up and saw Meldova smiling ever so slightly, clearly pleased with himself. "All done, boss."
John shuddered and nodded. "Right, right... you found him after another bar fight?"
Meldova winked. "Sure."
The young doctor exhaled slowly. "I'll be sure to get you that promotion."
"Just doing my job, sir," replied Meldova, walking away as he whistled some ancient tune to himself.
John stood up from Mira's side and reached for the communication panel. "Excalibur? Is Cadet Green there?"
There was a moment of silence. John was about to try again when he got a response. =^= Affirmative. Who is this? =^=
"John Mann. Tell him Mira wants to speak with him. Only with him." It wouldn't do for someone like McCalister to find out what John had had Meldova do to Giscard.
=^= Can do. Excalibur out. =^=
OOC: Giscard's still alive, waiting for Francis to get back and take out his rage on him...
Meldova glanced at John, who nodded. "This is a Starbase, not a prison, Mr. Green. Although I'm assigned to the Excalibur, I promise there was no recording of the incident. But there are always witnesses. I take my leave." He nodded to John and left.
The cadet cast hopeful eyes on the lieutenant doctor, while he continued to stroke Mira's hand. "She'll be all right, won't she?" he asked, as he got up from his seat, waving Mann over to take his place.
John nodded, not speaking. Seeing Mira so incapacitated made him more than angry. It made him afraid. She was no pushover, and if whoever had done this to her came back for more, John would be unable to do much against such a dangerous person.
"Someone needs to watch her. I'm going to talk to your captain about this...besides I had wanted to meet your captain anyway. Mira promised to introduce me, before she got called away." Francis stepped away from the bed. "I hope she'll be all right, both physically and mentally. I know she suffers from the loss of your previous captain and she needs all the support she can get. You be good to her, you hear me? Or you'll have to deal with me."
John smiled, glad to know Mira's brother. He was a nice person. John took Mira's hand in his and watched the medical readouts intently, making sure nothing went past him unnoticed.
About thirty minutes later Mira at last stirred and groaned, then lay still again. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her face a mask of confusion. "Where am I?" she managed.
"Don't worry, Mira," whispered John as she slipped away again. "You'll be fine."
"If she stays here for another couple of hours," added the head nurse, walking in with a medical tricorder in pieces. "I don't need to tell you how important it is we let her rest, doctor. As soon as I'm finished with this," she hefted the broken tricorder, "I'll come back and check on her." John tried to argue, but was cut off before he could begin. "I know you're qualified to treat her, but you're too close to her to give an accurate analysis, doctor. I'll be back." The nurse left, leaving John and Mira alone.
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Meldova was not a small person. He was also very good at finding missing people, and Mira's offender was his prey at the moment. Finding the crimescene had not been difficult. Finding the perpetrator had been much harder, and required a change of clothing. Meldova had already broken two fingers and an arm in his efforts to locate the man who had punched Mann's girlfriend, and he could tell he was getting close. He entered the bar his last 'witness' had told him to go to and looked around with disgust. This was the perfect place for the man to go to ground. It wasn't a decent bar. The beer was probably horrible. Meldova smirked as he imagined John Mann drinking, and then gagging on the taste. The doctor probably hadn't touched anything besides wine in his entire life.
"Can I help you?" asked the barkeep.
Meldova shrugged. "I'm looking for some guy named Owen Giscard. Know where I can find him?"
Conversation died around him, and a man in a booth stood up, grinning. "Hey, friend, how's it going? Haven't seen you in a while."
The entire bar was silent now. Meldova approached Giscard (although that probably wasn't his name) slowly. He had already scanned the room, and saw only one exit: the way he had entered. There were no allies in this room, and Giscard probably had at least half a dozen people willing to back him up in a fight. "No I guess you haven't," replied Meldova, bringing a hidden phaser to bear and firing on another man who was standing up. The man, whose hand was in his robes, crumpled before he could withdraw his weapon. "I want to have a talk."
Giscard grinned. "Talk away."
"Did you punch a young petty officer earlier today, Mr. Giscard?" questioned Meldova.
The man pretended to think for a moment. "Uh... yeah, yeah, I did. Why?"
"I don't really care, but others do," replied Meldova. That wasn't entirely true. He did like both Mira Green and John Mann. Now wasn't the time to be telling Giscard who had asked him to seek revenge, though. "You're coming with me, and I don't care if you're walking out or being carried in a body bag."
Giscard frowned for a moment, contemplating this new threat. He looked dangerous, but Giscard had many friends with him... more than Meldova had anticipated. "I advise you leave now, buddy, if you don't want to-"
Meldova spun around and shot the barkeep, who was approaching with a raised bottle. The man had some sort of sixth sense, thought Giscard. Someone yelled, "Bar fight!" and all hell broke loose. Meldova shot seven more people before he was forced to use hand-to-hand combat. A knife ended up in someone's back. Meldova kicked a man in the throat as he ran forward with a switchblade, causing him to drop to the ground in pain. A woman with a phaser didn't even see Meldova's knife fly toward her before it was embedded in her left eye. The fight lasted all of twenty seconds before Meldova had injured or killed everyone in the room but Giscard and a trio of terrified Andorians, who were cowering beneath a table.
Giscard swallowed nervously as Meldova approached him. "I-I-I'm sure we can talk this ov-"
Meldova's fist was the last thing he saw.
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"That was artistic," murmured the man on the viewscreen next to Ben Navidomskis. "So long as we have this incident on record, we have a way to Mann. I think you won't need to do anything unhappy."
The neurosurgeon frowned. "I hope so. Have we recruited him?"
"Meldova? No. Brawn, not brains. Good day." The man's image flickered away, and Ben departed from the concealed position where he had watched the fight.
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A man fell heavily to the floor near John, startling the doctor. He looked up and saw Meldova smiling ever so slightly, clearly pleased with himself. "All done, boss."
John shuddered and nodded. "Right, right... you found him after another bar fight?"
Meldova winked. "Sure."
The young doctor exhaled slowly. "I'll be sure to get you that promotion."
"Just doing my job, sir," replied Meldova, walking away as he whistled some ancient tune to himself.
John stood up from Mira's side and reached for the communication panel. "Excalibur? Is Cadet Green there?"
There was a moment of silence. John was about to try again when he got a response. =^= Affirmative. Who is this? =^=
"John Mann. Tell him Mira wants to speak with him. Only with him." It wouldn't do for someone like McCalister to find out what John had had Meldova do to Giscard.
=^= Can do. Excalibur out. =^=
OOC: Giscard's still alive, waiting for Francis to get back and take out his rage on him...