Lt. Commander Kaitlyn Falcon - The Improvised Trap (Tag: Vondaryan, Voss. FAO: Khota, Jerol)
Jonathan Bockhorst
(( Outside Cargo Bay 12; Miranda VII ))
Falcon: Proceed as planned. Then let’s get the hell out of here.
::The trio moved to the hidden access ports, sliding into the shadows to watch the actions within. It was… decidedly unpleasant, as Leo might have tactfully put it.::
::She heard near silent whispers from beside her; Vondaryan and Voss, both standing by for the final act.::
Voss: ::whispered:: Anything?
Vondaryan: ::whispered:: I don't see or hear anything. You?
Voss: Nothing from me…
::Peering through gaps in the storage
racks, Kaitlyn could see a Flaxxian enter the room and approach the Romulan
contingent. There was something familiar
about him… She couldn’t quite peg him as
Rixx, from what she knew, but his face matched Jerol’s. She pulled a small PADD to record the
proceedings, just in case it was useful.
The Romulan woman spoke.::
Khota: I am here. Do you have my merchandise?
Ledds/Jerol: Of course I do. Every last crate of Gold Dew is ready for loading
onto your ship. ::in a more business-like tone:: You have my payment?
Khota: Of course I do.
::She thrut a PADD toward him, one of Jerol’s Nausicaan’s collecting it. Jerol looked it over. Vondaryan looked to Kaitlyn, then to Voss, probably wondering if it was time. She shook her head slightly. They needed to see a bit more…::
Ledds/Jerol: This appears to be in
order.
Khota: Then we are in agreement?
Ledds/Jerol: It appears we are. ::He lifted his head, glancing behind his
shoulder toward the storage racks where the away team was hidden::
::Kaitlyn froze stiff, remaining buried in the shadows. Her hand remained poised over her comm, in case she needed Matthews to trigger their improvised trap.::
Khota: What is it?
Ledds/Jerol: Oh, nothing... I just thought I heard something.
Khota: Maybe we should finish this as fast as possible and get on with our
respective business...
::There was no longer time. Kaitlyn hit her comm.::
Falcon: ::Whispers.:: =/\= Matthews. Now. =/\=
::A second later, bright light filled the room accompanied by the loud buzzing of a Federation transporter. She shielded her eyes, dropping back behind the storage racks. As the light subsided, she popped back up, and gave a smile.::
Falcon: ::Normal volume.:: =/\= Good work, Matthews. We got ‘em all. Let us crawl out of our hidey-hole, and I’ll call you again to beam us out. Preferably NOT to wherever you beamed the other folks, that is. =/\=
::After some off-hand remark of wanting to place bets on the ensuing brawl, Matthews acknowledged. Kaitlyn looked back to Vondaryan and Voss, motioning them into the cargo bay.::
Falcon: Let’s give this place a once-over, then beam back to Valor. I want to be putting this base behind us ASAP.
Vondaryan / Voss: Responses?
( OOC: Will backsim any revelations you’d like to make! )
(( Cockpit; ISV Valor ))
::Kaitlyn took a deep breath as the trio rematerialized, enjoying the far better smelling air Valor’s systes provided. She looked to Matthews.::
Falcon: Are they all secure?
::He mentioned having figured out who the leaders were and putting them into improvised, but secure, holding cells. The rest had been locked in the cargo hold under forcefields and aerosol anesthetics. He’d even taken the liberty of getting them permission to depart, wanting to get away from the station as quickly as possible. Something about kidnapping generally being considered a bad thing.::
Falcon: Good work. ::She looked to Vondaryan and Voss.:: To you both, as well. I’m glad it didn’t turn into a running firefight.
Vondaryan / Voss: Responses?
::Kaitlyn smirked as she started for the helm.::
Falcon: Would’ve been fun, though.
Vondaryan / Voss: Responses?
::Kaitlyn chuckled, slipping into her seat as she finished the pre-flight checks. The hanger door before them already loomed open.::
Falcon: Take your seats, lady and gentlemen. Let’s get some distance behind us, then let Commander Taybrim know the good news.
Voss / Vondaryan: Responses?
::Valor popped up from the deck, sliding out under thruster power until she was far enough to engage her impulse drive. Once again, she streaked off into the black.::
( OOC: I had two ideas for how this could have gone down. This was the calm version. The chaotic version meant the guards didn’t get beamed out, and we ended up with a running firefight all the way back to the ship. ::Smiles.:: Maybe next time? )
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Lt Commander Kaitlyn Falcon
Chief Helm Officer
Starbase 118 / U.S.S. Albion
F237507RF0
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