A bridge too far

Posted on Mon Jun 21st, 2010 @ 11:24pm by Walter Jones & Martok & Tyl'varas Shrive

613 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark
Location: bridge/dining area

The other two moved closer and kicked the door down to the mess hall and pointed their weapons in taking defensive postions against the door frame.

Firing two quick shots, Tyl sprinted, and tumbled behind the bar area. As he fired a few more quick blasts from one of his disruptor pistols, he yelled over to Martok, saying, "I want one of them alive. We'll draw straws for who gets to interrogate it!"

The Andorian quickly ducked back behind the bar once again, as a bolt hit inches from his head.

"IF YOU WERN'T WORTH SO MUCH BLUEBERRY I'D CRUSH YOUR SKULL WITH MY BOOTS!"" One of the mercs yelled in and let out a few bursts from the phaser aiming towards the sound of where he thought the andorian was.

"Look put your weapons down, make both our jobs easier." the other merc who was slightly behind the first one grabbed a flash compressor off of his vest and motioned to the one in front. From his vantage point he couldn't see anything save for some upturned tables.

Against his better judgement, Tyl grabbed one of the bottles of Andorian ale that was beneath the bar. Tossing it towards the mercs, he took aim and shot the bottle in midair. Shards of glass and super-heated alcohol erupted in front of the mercs, cutting and blinding them. Taking careful aim, he shot off two quick blasts, immediately disintegrating one of the mercs. Quickly going back behind the bar, he holstered his two disruptor pistols, and went for his blade. That happened to be back in his quarters. "Dammit... Well you're luck has improved drastically, meatshield! I hope they paid you in advance, and you've had a chance to spend it already. Even so, they didn't pay you nearly enough for me."

The remaining merc wipe the booze out of his eyes and scowled, moved back into the hallway a bit and grabbed the charge off of his belt. "They didn't say anything about you needing all of your arms". He armed the plasma grenade and chucked it back into the room and fired a few more rounds of phaser fire back into to follow up with it.

Martok had a stealth mode on his armor, not quite as affective as cloak, but good enough when your targets are distracted by a fire fight. He had snuck in, around, and behind the remaining merc. He put the man in a sleeper hold and soon had him on the ground. "I've got him Ty." he said.

The merc was out cold. A crackling over the radio came a female voice. "Alvin, are you there, give me a status update from the bridge, do you have the Chal and the Andorian yet?"

Grabbing the radio, Shrive grinned. "I was considering keeping all of you alive. While I'm sure I'll get what information that I require, I intend to send a distinct message. If you come after me and mine, you should consider yourselves lucky for receiving a quick and clean death." Tyl tossed the radio on the ground, and then immediately took a shot at it with one of his pistols. "Martok, get him stowed away somewhere. We've more trash to clean up."

Martok had already securely bound the merc so he just tossed him into a nearby empty container. "Lets go."

"This is Jones, everyone get to the bridge, Jan and I are crawling up the access panel under the ops station, we'll regroup there and figure out a plan." Jones voice cracked across the communicator trying to reach anyone.

Martok popped open and access panel and headed into the jeffries tube waiting on Tyl.

 

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