4 way split
Posted on Mon Sep 26th, 2011 @ 2:32am by Heather Osier & Cab-Cantos Hajj No & James Sullivan & Martok & Jan Valentine
1,108 words; about a 6 minute read
Mission:
Session 5: Rush
Location: Deep space
On:
Heather was still at warp, she had been at warp for four days tracking her ship, and contemplating ways to take it down without sticking her neck out when it hit her, why would should she take all the risk, there had to be other people out there hunting these scum, she only wanted the ship, she didn't care about the money.
"Computer, comm channel, limit signal to 4 light years, bounty channels only." The computer beeped in acknowledgement.
"This is Heather Osier, captain of... well that isn't important... I have a business proposition for anyone hunting Walter Jones and the SS Warden, if interested, contact me on subspace band Delta 9 Theta 8."
A few minutes later, a distorted voice came over the channel. "Osier, you say? I think I've read about you before. You used to be the captain of that hunk of shit, didn't you?"
Heather fumed for a moment, "Anyways, yes that used to be my ship, I just want it back, could care less about the bounty, I'm willing to pool my considerable resources to make the job easier on all of us."
"Is that so? That's a pretty hefty price tag that they have on them." The voice paused for a moment. "I have it on good authority that the security subroutines on that ship were changed when Jones took over that ship. Might I ask how you intend on taking the Warden without destroying it? Or for that matter, what's to say that you don't up and run, leaving us spaced once you get the ship?
"You don't know that I'm going to leave you spaced, you don't know that I'm not going to try and kill you once I have the ship, but really who isn't trying to kill everyone." She paused for a minute. "All that you have is my word, and some honor among thieves. They may have changed the security routines but I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."
"Knowing their engineer, they definitely have changed their security measures." Krall said, joining the conversation.
The as of yet unidentified voice chimed in again. "Great. More rodents coming after the cheese. Osier, apparently you're under the impression that any of us would like to cut the metaphorical cheese into smaller chunks. So you have tricks. Good for you. I have unrestricted access to the entirety of their security grid. You have honor? I have the skills needed to do the job. And maybe I'd like to have a decrepit and poorly constructed ship that makes a Ferengi's face possible to stomach." There was a bit of dead air, and then the voice continued. "What, praytell, do you have to offer me that makes working with you, or any of the incompetent mouth breathers that respond to your hail, worth a damn? In fact, perhaps you should start thinking of reasons of why I shouldn't thin the field a bit to make my job a bit cleaner?"
"The decrepit tub you are talking about is my ship!" Heather was fuming. "Rumor has it on the net that someone is already starting to thin out some of the competition, it could be either of you, it could be me, I figure safety in numbers until we get the rats then we settle it, and besides, I have a lead on their location.. that has to be worth something to you all."
"I only want one thing, the engineer." Krall said.
A new voice came over the channel. "I have been a part of this crew, and know how they think and react. If you intend on taking them without everyone dying, then you will need me. And since nobody has lain claim to the actual money being offered up, I will take it as my reward for the job. You can call me Martok."
"Oh really? You're a glorified grunt. One grown in a test tube no less!" The unknown voice chuckled. "And just what makes you think that you deserve any of the latinum? A Chal playing at intrigue and bargaining? That's a joke. So, let's assess what you have to work with. You have some spaced-brain woman that wants nothing but a rotting corpse of a ship. We have some chud of a man who keeps repeating he wants the engineer like he has a case of tourettes. And we have a test tube bastard that thinks because he can't screw to save his species, that it makes him good at war. Oh yes. We have a winning group here. It sounds like you're going to make my job easier by fumbling at bounty hunting as if you were children. At least you'll provide an entertaining distraction while I attend to business." He chuckled some more. "Feel free to contact me if you decide to get serious about taking in this haul. Until then, I'm sure I'll get plenty more laughs at your expense."
Martok's voice came roaring over the comm. "How dare you!!!! I will find you and k-skhhrtttt-" As his comm signal cut into static, his ship could be noticed outside the viewports by the others. A series of sparks erupted from the engines of Martok's shuttle, and the ship started to tumble forward.
"Great, a hacker with a 'Holier than Thou' complex. I'll admit, I'm not a bounty hunter by trade, but I have 25 years of field command experience, a cloaking device, and potentially up to 2 Hideki patrol ships as support." Krall said.
"Alright people, lets get our acts together and focus on the prize here..." Heather sat back in her chair and listened to the chatter and banter over the comm stations. "I'm prepared to meet with you all to go over our options here, and I'm willing to put up my share of information on their location for your assistance."
James Sullivan had finally gotten in range to communicate with Osier. He had been traveling at maximum warp in his shuttle(for him around warp 4) for some time now.
"I hope I'm not too late Miss Osier, I heard your message a while ago but was too far away to reply. I offer my services as pilot and a good looking one to boot." James wasn't too sure how his humor would strike Osier, but cockiness is almost a standard trait with pilots.
"No, not at all, going to need someone to get out of there." Heather smiled as she pulled up the co-ordinates.
"I'm transmitting you all meeting location co-ordinates. Meet here there in 1 day and we'll move against Jones in his crew. Got it?"
James nodded. "Meet you there. Sullivan out."