Regrouping
Posted on Fri Jul 9th, 2010 @ 5:36pm by Walter Jones & Charlotte Ashcroft & Jan Valentine & B'Eloria House of Tarrf & Tyl'varas Shrive & Martok
1,446 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission:
Session 3: Fear of the Dark
Location: Bridge
Jones kicked open the hatch under the one ops panel and crawled himself up, he reached back down and help Jan pull himself up. For the most part this area had been left alone from the fighting. Taking up a defensive position by the door Jones aimed the phaser out of the hatch down one of the corridors. "Jan see if you can get a hold of anyone on the intercom."
"I'll try, but knowing mercenaries, they probably shot up the comm lines." Jan said.
Jan tried activating the intercom, but sparks and static was all he got.
"Yup, it's fucked up." Jan said.
"Shit, see what you can do with it Jan."
"I'll try a trick or two I know, hopefully we'll have intercom in 3 minutes." Jan said, tearing off an access panel in front of the comm station.
Jones aimed the his side arms down the hall, aiming at the darkness when he heard loud pounding coming towards him, he aimed with what he figured would be the center mas of the target.
Meanwhile the two women were pounding through the ship in patchy lighting stumbling on occasion en route to the bridge. They passage had so far been realativl smooth save for the Targ that crossed their path. It soon ran, howling into the gloom after a shot scorched its hind.
"Who is it?" Jones finger was pressed lightly on the trigger, ready to pop who was coming out."
"Walter," Lottie called crossing the threshold into the bridge. "Good to see you still alive, for those mercenaires are after your head and some sort of gem called the Eye... make any sense?"
"Good to see you too" Jones looked over at Jan who was kicking something and sparks flying and reached into his coat pocket and produced the glistening gem.. "Fucking Shiva.. I knew she would get me killed. This is it here." Jones took it out and tossed it over to Lottie. "I didn't think the stories were true, but... If they are here for it it must be."
Catching it, Lottie inspected the jewel. It was certainly eye catching, heavy and no doubt expensive if sold. "What stories?" She asked, "What ever they are this piece of rock means a lot to them back there. What you going to do just turn it over to them?"
B'Eloria stepped up. She had been unwilling to talk, but now she realized that if she did not tell the crew what had been happening to her, the ship could be in danger. And her life was worth more than denying her Betazoid heritage. "The Eye has been reaching out to me telepathically," she said. "I am... half Betazoid. I've been hearing whispers, telling me that I've hidden it, that I am responsible for its disappearance. Which, of course, I am not," she said hurriedly, seeing the looks on the faces of the crew members. "I know nothing about this gem. All I know is that it has power beyond our realm. I think that is why the bounty hunters died in the corridor. My mental attack on them harnessed the Eye's power."
Again Lottie looked down at the jewel sitting in her hands. "Right, then that settles it. We should get rid of it as soon as possible."
"There is no way in Hell I'm just going to hand this to them." Jones leaned back against one of the bulk heads. "I've never dropped a shipment and I'm not going to start now while they've got our ship." He looked at the other three on the bridge. "I've just heard some old space tales.. nothing really substative, that certain gems can drive you mad, they can whisper to you, and this hunk of metal is one of the more potent ones." He lit a cigarette and breathed out the smoke into the vent next to him and got an idea.
"Jan, can we smoke them out of engineering? Or pump something in that incapacitates them?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah we can do that. The environmental systems are still functioning, and I think I have a canister or two of Nitrous Oxide gas that I'll never use, that should incapacitate them." Jan said, walking over to the environmental controls.
"Sounds like a plan, what we'll do is smoke them out of engineering then kill everyone but the leader." Jones looked at Lottie who was very banged up. "You ok to do this love?"
"Thought you'd never ask," Lottie smiled reaching down under under the seat of the polite to retreave a second side arm and checked the chamber. "Once they'll out of our hair whats next? What about the Targs and the repairs to the ship?"
"Well, hopefully we don't tear up the ship too much, but I we might be able to use their ship to tow us to the next starbase to get things fixed." Jones pulled out his side arm and checked the chamber. "Hopefully Tyl and Martok are still alive, they can go and take it while we are swapping up the engineering room."
"I would love to tear their ship apart for replacement parts, weapons, anything of value. Anyway, the controls are rigged up, I just need to connect a canister to the system, and engineering should be flooded with gas." Jan said.
Jones turned towards the Klingon woman who up until now had just been a passenger on the ship. "Do you think you'll be able to whip up more of that psychic stuff to help us out?"
B'Eloria frowned. "'Psychic stuff,' as you say, is extremely sensitive and complicated. And I am untrained. I would need to focus on a solution. I welcome your suggestions, Mr. Jones." She leveled him with a frozen gaze. "You recall I'm only a passenger aboard this ship. I have no obligations to you or your crew."
"Yeah, well you'll be a dead passenger aboard this ship if we don't do anything miss." Jones looked at the Klingon woman towering in front of him. "That is unless you are scared, in that case go back to your cabin and we'll call you when it is over."
"Who are you calling scared, you miserable yIntagh!" B'Eloria lunged at Jones.
Jones pulled out his sidearm and managed to aim it directly into B'Eloria's face as she reached him. "There is the Klingon Warrior!" Jones cocked the hammer back. "Look, join us in taking back the ship, go back to your cabin or let me put a slug in ya, your choice darling." Jones uncocked the hammer and offered the pistol to B'Eloria.
B'Eloria snatched the pistol and holstered it. "I will return to my quarters. You will see me again when I have reached a solution. With no help from you." She turned and exited the room.
"Just remember, if you get yourself killed, there are no refunds." Jones watched as the tough woman walked out of the bridge. Then turned to Lottie and Jan. "Damn, was kind of hoping she'd come along with us, and I really liked that gun, are we ready to try this? I figure we'll hit the gas, and then move down there, shoot them as they are coming out, be back in port in time for dinner."
"Any time you're ready Walt, I got the canister here, and the port we need to connect it to is around the corner from engineering. I took the liberty of sealing off all but one exit, if they try to escape we can bottle-neck'em here at the main entrance." Jan said, gesturing to the schematics.
"I'm sure she'll come around. Can't imagine she'll be able to turn down a fight or a chance to increase that honor." Lottie watched B'Eloria leave with a touch of relief. "Alright," she turned back to Jones and Valentine: "Lets do this."
"Alright, lets hit it." Jones smiled at the two. "Lets hurry down there."
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*Heading back from the mess hall.......*
Shrive followed Martok into the access hatch, and started towards the Bridge area. "Martok, are you carrying any grenades we can use that won't hurt the crew if they get caught in the blast? We're going to need to surprise the hell out of them. Oh, and don't kill the leader. If we can get whoever the hell that is alive, then we can throw the one we caught out of the airlock."
"I've got some stun grenades that should do the trick." Martok replied.
"Good. Do we have any idea on how many more targets we have, or are we playing this by ear?"
"I've heard atleast 3 targets moving around in the corridors."
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