Posted on Mon Mar 22nd, 2010 @ 2:19am by Walter Jones

338 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Session Two - Space Junk

"It is all coming together, soon, we'll be able to invade Bellatrix and wipe out anyone left on the those planets." The cardassian general looked at the Gorn and a few humans standing around. "Soon we will reclaim what is rightfully ours."

"But what about my payment?" Park looked up from under his hat on the other side of the room.

"Soon enough for you Park, Rally the troops, as soon as this last convoy arrives we are moving out." The Gorns saluted and walked off. Sheila made a note on a small data padd and left the bridge. She had been sent under cover months ago from Starfleet Intelligence to find out what had been going on at this station. The getup that they had put her in was getting old, she looked like a miserable Cardassian, and from the sounds of it she wasn't going to need to be in it anymore.

Quickly moving off of the ops area Sheila moved down the spiraling corridors on the old Nor station, she had hacked into the communications array down in the prison block. They hadn't had any prisons down there and it was the only place that no one ever was, not even guards. The corridors of the seemed to never end, though she had learned her way around pretty well.

"What the hell are you doing down here." Turning a corner a flat slob of a guard sat eating something that looked like a 3 week old targ looked up at her almost as surprise to see her as she was of him.

"I, I'm here to replace you." Sheila flat out lied.

"Finally I've been down here for 18 hours..." The guard picked up his dinner and waddled off.

That was a close call, I need to get this information to starfleet. She waited a bit longer then ran down to the cell that she had hotwired, and found another surprise, a woman was locked up in the cell, peering in she whispered. "Hey you, you alive?"

 

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