Taking the ship

Posted on Sat Jul 24th, 2010 @ 6:45pm by Walter Jones & Morgan Pass & Martok & Tyl'varas Shrive & B'Eloria House of Tarrf

1,866 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark
Location: Bajoran Vessel

Morgan was trying to sleep. It was not easy since he wsa chained uncomfortably to a bench with nothing to lean on and now way to stretch out. The dead Mercenary had been dragged away but he had not been replaced. At first Morgan though they had decided it was too dangerous. Of course it could just be that they were going to leave him to starve to ceath alone and forgotten in this cell.

There were worse fates.

A slightly haggard looking man entered into the cell, he was armed with a phaser and kept checking over his shoulder. "Wake up you... WAKE UP!"

Moragan opened his eyes and looked at him. He was carrying a Phaser, not a Disruptor. That meant he was not from this crew. Explained the hunted look. Probably Federation. Oh dear.

He sat up again, "I am awake, though if you have come to shoot me, you could have done so while I was asleep."

"I'm one of the other bounties that these murders decided to pick up but I'm innocent, I found a way out while the rest of them are boarding the newest victims. We need to get out of here. I found some weapons for us to try and make a stand but the prophets only know how much juice they have in them." The man aimed the phaser at the lock on the cell, and made it burst into a mess of sparks and molten metal.

Morgan looked at the man and considered his chances. If he stayed in his cell he would be handed over to the Federation and placed on trial. Given the efficiency of the Orion woman there was no way this lone Bajoran madman was going to take over this ship. If Morgan went with him he was going to get killed.

Sounded like the best option.

He held up his arm bands, "I am not very good with a phase pistol, but if you could see your way to releasing my hands as well, I would be much obliged."

A moment later he was following the madman out of the cell. Morgan thought it amusing that the Bajoran had come to trust him without even asking who he was or having to lie about his own inosence.

"What exactly is your plan?" He asked holding the weapon he had been given as if it had been pulled from a cess pit rather than a weapons locker.

"No plan, run in, shoot whoever is on this thing and take the ship to the nearest inhabited world." The man had a look of desperation in his eyes. "Unless you have a better idea that is, I think there might be 3 or 4 left on the ship here."

Morgan shook his head, "No, by all means. Let's do it your way."

Morgan knew full well that with his shortsitedness he was as likely to shoot out a bulkhead as an enemy, and that the Bajoran would probably just get himself killed. There was a very faint chance that he would succeed however, and Morgan felt it important to be there if that were the case.

Even if he failed, Morgan may be able to offer his services as a medic to the crew in reward for his freedom.

Of course there was always the chance that the Orion woman would shoot them both before they even got a shot off. He could only hope so.

"HEY! GET BACK IN YOUR CELL!" The one of the mercs rounded a corner and saw the prisoners and fired a phaser blast which erupted behind them. The man shot back.

"Get down, man... Fire back," The haggard looking prisoner fired a phaser blast down the corridor and then frowned as the phaser stopped working.

"Here," Morgan called throwing his own weapon across to the Bajoran, "I'm useless with them anyway."

He looked around and grabbed up a control access plates. If there was going to be a fire fight he'd prefer a little something more solid than the cover of a thin wall beam. With the plate in fron of him he began to move forward. The Mercenary opened fire on him, seeing him as the biggest threat as he was approaching. The phaser shots burnt at teh metal, but not through,and the distraction gave the Bajoran a chance to get a good shot off.

When the shooting stopped, Morgan peered out from behind the burnt metal plate.

"Well, that went... better than it could have. May I suggest you take his weapon too?""The

Bajoran grabbed the phaser and proceeded ahead. "I think there are two more around here somewhere."

Martok came to a stop at a junction and peered around the corner. "2 of the mercs are up ahead." he said to Tyl.

"Yeah I can smell them." Tyl moved forward urging Martok to move forward with him. "Though I want to torture them first, so shoot to maim the bastards.

"I like your style." Martok replied.

Morgan crouched next to the dead Mercenary to check for a pulse. It probably saved his life, considering what followed.

"What are you doing? Is he still alive?" The bajoran prisoner walked over to where Morgan was checkign the body. "I can give him another blast if we need."

Morgan shook his head, "No. Just making sure he is gone."

Morgan grabbed up a communicator and swipe card.

"Shh.. I hear them around the corner." The Bajoran looked back and made sure his phaser was charged. "COME OUT YOU DAMN MERCS, BEFORE I MAKE IT HURT EVEN MORE THEN BEFORE!"

As he went around the corner Martok shot one Merc in the hand holding his phaser and then again in the leg.

The Bajorn man fell on the ground screaming in pain as the phaser rounds ripped into his body.

Tyl moved forward and kicked the phaser across the room and pointed his side arm at Morgan. "I've got an itchy trigger finger.. who are you guys working for?"

The elderly Morgan held his hands above his head, holding only the communicator, "I am not armed. I am a doctor, not a mercenary. I don't work for this crew... or anyone at the moment. I have no wish to hurt you or anyone else on this ship. I just want to leave. If you would be kind enough to escort me to an escape pod or some such I would be very grateful."

"Well if you are who you say you are then we are in need of your services." Tyl put his phaser away for a moment and looked at the old man. "We've got some injured people and no doctor. We just need to clear out the rest of this ship first though."

Morgan was surprised at the response but tried not to show it on his face, "Certainly. I will try to help as much as i am able with the injured, but you may have guessed, I am really no good with any shooting and clearing you have planned. Perhaps if someone were to take me to the injured?"

Morgan couldn't help musing, what sort of crew was this that were happy to accept help from some random prisoner form a bounty hunter ship. They don't even know why he was taken prisoner. He could be a confidence trickster, and dangerous terrorist, or worse. Still it was working in his favour for now.

From around the corner, a large Klingon appeared holding a rather large knife, and began advancing towards the two men in the hallway. Tyl pushed the old man out of the way and fired a phaser round directly at the Klingon, vaporising him before he could reach them. "This is getting old, according to the scans we took there is only one more of them." Tyl walked down the corridor a bit until he reached the cockpit of the small craft and kicked open the door. A Trill was sitting at the control panel getting the ship ready to leave.


Tyl aimed the phaser directly at the Trill's head. "I suggest that you don't move." Tyl clicked open the communicator. "Jones, we've got the shuttle cleared out, and we've got" Tyl's finger slipped on the trigger, disintegrating the Trill's head. "Make that two people who don't seem to be involved, one of them claims they are a doctor, one of them is bleeding out."

"Get them down here when you get a chance, I took a slug in the shoulder, and I've got an Orion with burns, and Lottie's pretty beat up too." Tyl motioned for the doctor to come over to him.

Morgan moved over and spoke over the communicator, "Try and keep compression on the bullet wound, but keep the burn uncovered. Can you tell me how sever the burn is? Unless the skin is lesioned try and get some cold flowing water over the site to reduce the damage. Brusing is best dealt with initially by some ice packs."

Jones breath sounded labor, "The Orion can die after I get information from her for all I care, she seems to be the ring leader of this outfit, we opened up a steam vent above her." Jones coughed over the communicator. "She's pretty crispy still breathing though."

Morgan spoke again, "If you want information from her, you will need to make sure she didn't breath in the steam. Try and get the temperature of her skin down. She is likely to be disoriented, particularly if her antenae were damaged. She is more likely to be compliant if she thinks she has a chance of survival. If she believes she will die then she will take her secrets to the grave."

Tyl looked at the doc. "We've got a basic medical facility on board, what about your friend over there?" he said pointing towards the man on the ground.

The doctor looked at the struggling Bajoran with dispassion, "I guess that is up to you now. I can save him or let him die. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, he never did anything to me, we'll go ahead and take him back down to the ship, if we can save him, we will but if not, well yeah, whatever." Tyl moved over to the man who was struggling. "Ahh suck it up, the dock will patch you up, probably." The Andorian picked up the Bajoran man and motioned for the Doctor to follow. "We'll get him down to the ship and you can take a look at Jones." Tyl stopped and looked at him. "What are you in here for anyways?"

Martok had been following Tyl, slightly more relaxed but with his hands always on his guns.

Morgan locked eyes for a moment, "Would you believe me if I said Mistaken Identity? How about Malpractice? All right, how about I am soley responsible for the deaths of over 3 billion people? In the end, does it matter? I am a doctor, and you need one."

"Not really lets get down there" Tyl looked at the two men standing in front of him. "Let's make sure our paycheck is still alive."

 

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