Space Junk (part 1)

Posted on Mon Mar 22nd, 2010 @ 2:24am by Hank Tasco & Charlotte Ashcroft & Jan Valentine & Kyle Bowman & Amber Wilson & Max Sainexs & Tyl'varas Shrive & Martok

1,341 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Session Two - Space Junk

==Warden==

Jones stood in the cargo bay, getting his gear on. He inspected his Romulan disrupter rifle to make sure it was operational. It had been a toy that he had picked up years ago and it hadn't let him down. Underneath his brown trench coat he had put some energy weave dissipation clothing on to help soak up any phaser blasts that might hit him. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a heavy drag off of the stick and waited for the rest of the crew to meet him down here.

Martok walked in first. He had a light weight suit of armor on, just enough to save him from a disruptor blast, and was carrying a bag with the explosives in it. He was also armer with a Klingon disruptor rifle, two Romulan combat pistols hidden under his coat, and several knives/daggers. "You ready he asked?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess, I think I'm getting too old for this kind of shit." Jones set his rifle on a crate and checked the clips in both of his projectile weapons and stuck them back in the holsters under his coat. "Fun and excitement right?"

"Oh yes, Captain real exciting if you like death snapping at your heels," Lottie chortled stepping into the room surprisingly lightly armed, or at least outwardly clutching a disruptor rifle and the glint of something shinning from the lip of her boots likely a blade of some nature.

Kyle was inside the Drake, checking over the large amount of dormant systems. Although not in top shape, the Drake was still better off then most of the Warden's systems. "All right boys and girs," He said into the comm "All ready here."

"Good, when you are out there, try lighting up anything that isn't ours, I've given Max and his backup the transponder code to the shuttle so they know not to take you out." Jones took a drag on his cigarette again. Everything seems to be going to plan.

"Heads up everyone, we dock in 3 minutes, and remember, I'll be disengaging from the dock after dropping you guys. I'll scoop you all up with the transporter on your signal." Jan said, sitting alone on the bridge.

"Sounds good Jan, try and take out as many of those fighters out as you can. Hopefully Max and Kyle can knock out a few to keep them off the ship.

Striding confidently toward Jones Lottie coolly plucked the cigarette from his hand and took a long drag before passing it back. Exhaling a while cloud she said lowly. "Yes, so you've already told us five times at least."

"I could have given you one love." Jones smiled at Lottie and took his cigarette back, and watched as the scowling Andorian walked up carrying several armaments.

"Let's hope that this gets over quickly. The only thing worse then pinkskins are Cardassians and Gorns." Tyle checked his phaser rifle and stepped next to Martok.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, lets go over one last time, Martok and Lottie, you guys are going to head to the core and plant a few explosives there, the rest of us are going to the bridge to download any information we can out of them. I've been told that there is a fleet operative on the station waiting for our arrival, and raising hell on the inside. Be safe, get in get out, and shoot anything that looks like a giant fucking lizard. Any questions?"

"For the hundredth time no," Lottie sighed having returned Jones' crocked smile for pinching a drag of his cigarette. "Let's just get this done, the soon we can wash our hands of the Federation the better."

"You've got that right. Lets move out then." Jones grabbed his weapons and moved over to where the docking port was. Hopefully they could get the jump on anyone waiting for them at the docking port.


== Station ==

Moving silently through the corridors down to prison block she saw the guard that was in the prison ward, half a sleep. Quickly, and without sound, she took her knife and ran it across his throat, silently killing him before he could yell. Moving down to the end of the corridor the starfleet intel officer looked into Tali's cell.

"You ready to get out of here love?"

T'ali nodded and pulled herself to her feet holding her ribs. She understood the woman now better, ofter the past few days she observed the guards as they talked and had picked up on most of their language, she understoon more than she could speak.

Sheila opened up the cell door and tossed a combat knife over towards her. "Lets move."

T'ali nodded and moved out of the cage and breathed a sigh of relief.

==bridge==

Amber watched as yet another cargo ship approached the station. It was a bit different looking that the more recent ones, a different hue of craptastic yellow, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She check the pistol she kept tucked inside her half folded down flight suit as she watched the freighter move closer.

"Freighter prepare for docking clamps. We'll have you on board in a moment." The Cadassian dock master looked over toward Amber. "Something seem fishy with you about that freighter?"

Busted. He caught her gazing at the vessel for a good period of time, obviously raising some concern. "Why? Looks like a normal snake head freighter to me." She said with a sadistic grin. The Cardssian made a slight move for his weapon, but as Amber lightly showed what she was packing under her flightsuit, he reconsidered. Cardassians were probably one of the most honorless species she'd ever met. Easily intimidated, and easily killed. "Oh by the way, I need you to clear my shuttle for departure. I'll give that thing a once over after they dock."

"Alright, make your way down to the dock, you'll get cleared as soon as they get locked up." The cardassian shot her a glare then went back to his routine.

"Freighter, what is your load out."

"Uh...umm...*shit*, checking." Jan said, fumbling for a data padd.

"Oh, we're carrying deuterium and uh...raw materials." Jan said.

The dock master listened to the response, he wasn't getting paid enough to check the credentials of every two bit freighter captain that was coming in. He punched in some information into the computer and loaded up the specs. "Fine, you are cleared to dock, just make sure that your ring is engaged. For the glory of the purifiers I welcome you to this station."

"Right..glory to the whateverthefuck, docking in 30 seconds." Jan said.

As the ship lurched into the Dock ("Nice flying Jan", Thought Kyle) the stations sensors missed the drake dropping away from the ship, and hid in the shadow of the ship, waiting for the go.

== ISS Batavia ==

Max enter his bridge, it was good to be back in his ship again as he walks to his chair and sits down "Welcome back to your Command sir" Silas replied, a low scummed traitor that betrayed him onces...yet he forgives him by just taken his left eye.

He leans back in his chair "Battle stations, red alert. Charge EMP torps just in case"

"Yes sir" Kahila replied his Armory officer

"Send out a message towards the Kor ships to stand by, if I decloak they also decloak" Max orderd

"Yes sir, sending message" Johan replied

"This might get interesting" Max replied while rubbing his face "Weapons stand ready sir" Kahila replied "Good, now we wait"

== Warden ==

Jones watched looked through the door as the docking ring connected with the station. Two or three cadassians stood there waiting for the normal formalities of docking. "Alright kids time to go." Jones swung open the door and dropped to his knee, before the men in the hatch had time to react he had landed a disrupter blast into each of them. "Lets get a move on."

 

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