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Posted on Wed Aug 25th, 2010 @ 3:08pm by Jan Valentine & Charlotte Ashcroft & Walter Jones & Tyl'varas Shrive & Martok

1,320 words; about a 7 minute read

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

"GOD DAMNIT!" Jones yelled as he smacked his head into a low hanging support structure. Grabbing the plasma torch off of his belt he quickly cut a hole for his head. His shoulder still ached a bit from the wound he suffered at the hands of the Orion woman. The hot piece of metal clanked to the ground with a loud thud. Jones moved forward to one of the rooms and kicked down the door. It appeared to be the Orion woman's room. Small trinkets adorned the walls and the bed was luxurious.

"Jones to whoever, I found the bitches bed, once I get it cleaned I call dibs."

"Fine, I've found enough stuff in engineering to completely refit the Warden's warp drive. Which cargo module is empty?" Jan said, looking around the engine room.

"Cargo bay... " Jones thought for a minute, "16 alpha I don't think there is anything down there." Jones say down on the bed and started looking through some of the things in the room and found a small data console and sat down and looked through the different files searching for some kind of evidence on what they where doing here.

"You look right at home," Lottie's soft voice carried across the compact room toward Jones.

"What sitting on a bed?" Jones looked up and smiled at her. "I bet this bed has more miles then the Warden. How did you find me in here? I thought everyone would be looting."

"It was easy enough to follow you since you made a point of cutting your way through the ship," she smirked. "I've been up top and accessed the ships logs and previous flight paths. It seems the mercenaries have been rather busy lately, looting and plundering. But they've been looking for the Warden for some time." Lottie handed him the data padds. "What ever you did you upset them pretty bad."

"I think it has to do with that damn gem." Jones pulled it out of his pocket and studied it. "I figured she had gotten it through less then legal means." Jones pulled up the contract in the system. "Looks like some kind of temple on Bajor, take a look"

Perching herself upon the springy bed beside him Lottie examined the information. "You're right. I'm not a religious person but I certainly recognize the idols being of Bajor origin... especially the floor...."

"Spent a lot of time down on the floor then?" Jones turned and gave her a big grin. "I'm sure your time was well spent."

Her face blushed. "Well.... I was sort of... praying, just in a rather unorthodox manner in stimulating company... that was a few years ago now though."

Pouring through the articles, Jones stopped at one in particular. "Looks like they had all of our information, names, locations, information. I hope this wasn't an inside job?" Jones turned and looked at Lottie with worried eyes.

Her lips narrowed in response. "Let's hope not. All the same I think we should be cautious and not speak too openly about every detail just in case."

"Yeah.. I'll tell Jan, he's got a pretty level head on him, Tyl will probably just go off and kill everyone trying to figure out who it was." Jones turned so that both of his feet where on the floor and looked over at Lottie. "Just wanted to say thanks for patching me up back there. If it wasn't for you I probably would have died back there."


Lottie shrugged. "I wasn't really much help but thanks anyway."

Jan walked over to a discolored panel in the otherwise clean engine room, and started to pry at it. It came off with a scrape, and something fell out, hitting Jan in the foot.

"Ow, what the.." Jan started, noticing what hit him.

"Damn, never seen a bottle this old." Jan picked up the bottle of vodka that had hit him, it was almost as old as he was.

"Jones to Jan, at your earliest convenience come up here to section 3 alpha, port side."

"Sure, on my way." Jan said.

Jones watched as Jan appeared in the door. "Welcome, found anything good down in engineering?"

"Psh yeah, just about everything." Jan said, offering Jones a drink from the bottle he had found.

Jones grabbed the bottle and took a swig and handed it to Lottie. "The spoils of war. How much of this ship can be gutted for the Warden? I assume we can at least patch up the whole the damn assholes cut in the side right?"

"Oh yeah, we can patch them up alright. Most of the control panels, wiring, conduits, and equipment we can integrate...most of the metal panels, some of the equipment...and anything else we don't want we can either vaporize or sell for scrap value. We can literally deconstruct the entire ship in about a week, or we can gut it for what we want in a day, then destroy the empty hulk." Jan said.

A soft spluttering sound broke the settling silence. Gasping for air Lottie handing the bottle back to the two men wiping her streaming eyes. "That's some strong stuff."

Jan chuckled, "I'll say, it's older than I am."

Jones smiled but then quickly changed to business mode. "I think we might have a rat among us. I'm telling you because I trust you. These mercs had all of our information, flight plan, names etc."

"Hmm, interesting. Any ideas on who?" Jan said.

"Well, I've got a few ideas, Kyle has seemingly come up missing during all this, I haven't seen him since the Mercs docked with the ship. and that Klingon woman seemed a bit shady to me." Jones leaned back on the bed. "Who knows, it is all conjecture at this point. I have no idea really. Just keep an eye open guys."

"I doubt it could be the Klingon, Kyle...maybe Kyle. I'll look into it." Jan said.

Lottie nodded with thought also dismissing the Klingon woman. Sure she was dangerous but she didn't seem the type that would do that, beside she hadn't been on the ship that long. Kyle seemed a logical if not obvious choice, truthfully it could be anyone of them... even Jan or absurdly Jones himself.
Suspicion was a dangerous companion.

"In the mean time, I have some stuff to steal, so if you'll excuse me." Jan said, taking another drink from the bottle and leaving.

Jones nodded to Jan as he turned to Lottie. "So what was that again about you being on your knees in a church?"

She paused shelving the issue of a traitor among them and shoved him playfully. "Oh come on use your imagination!" She chuckled. "And I wasn't just on my knees!"

"I can only imagine love." He smiled and leaned back against the the wall. "Did you find yourself any trinkets to claim as your own?"

A ounce of color flashed across Lottie's face. "No, I think I lost more then I gained... I never did find my shoes or underwear...I don't think the Prophets approved of my behavior."

"Maybe that is the real reason they came after us!" Jones smiled, reached into one of the drawers under the bed and pulled out some lingerie that was sealed in a package. "Maybe you could steal some of her bloomers."

"Either you've been here before or you've been poking around," Lottie laughed taking the package from him. "Remind me to change the lock combination on my quarters, I think you have a fetish for knickers!"

"I did have some free time before you came up to dig through some things looking for some shipping manifests." Jones smiled at her. "And besides, I'm sure you have some nice knickers!"

Squeezing the packet between her giggles Lottie felt her eyes widen slightly. "Well I guess that's for me to know and you to find out."

 

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