MSNPC D'Hariv - [Begin Act 3] - Another Day, Another Corridor To Sneak Through
Chris Taylor
((Somewhere on Deck Five of the Afalqi))
oO You have made me a murderer, today, Rithaak. And my one regret about it is that I only have time to kill you once. Oo.
D’Hariv’s last words to her fellow infiltrator before the dying woman fell into the spatial trajector rang in her ears as she crept through the lonely and dimly-lit corridor. She rubbed a reddish-grey arm in worry. A Da'al's arm.
She had everything she’d come for on this excursion. Except a way out.
She’d expected to quietly beam down to the planet after Havun and Fallon. To meet them both with a Romulan’s face and congratulate them on arriving in time for the treatment to be delivered. But with the Da’al-formed Romulan engineer dead, and a body full of highly delicate cybernetics which very much required precision beaming, that was no longer an option. Perhaps killing Rithaak had been premature. She didn’t often let herself fall prey to such acts of passion.
From within the facility, D’Hariv could have gotten to a shuttle or at least a sensor-shielded bunker. Ridden out the fire that was surely to rain upon the place now. Rather than do so trapped on a ship with ntohign but dead vacuum beyond its walls. A ship she couldn't commandeer because, again, she’d killed the one engineer who might have helped her. And with just cause! She hadn’t come all this way, done all that she had done, to have her own objectives upended by genocidal lunacy!
Not that Starfleet was likely to believe she had nothing to do with Rithaak’s bomb. Nor would the Nasciak in whose territory she was intruding be much in the mood to listen to reason. She rubbed her arm again.
So now she was skulking her way back to the nearby Medlab, having slipped away to try to get a signal out to the vessel that was supposed to have been in orbit, cloaked and waiting to render a rescue. It had likely left the moment the Alfaqi’s pursuers showed up. Or, at the very least, was refusing to reveal itself to answer a lone distress signal.
Oh, there were options ahead of her, still. Plans within plans. The backup scheme at the top of her present list of schemes required getting back to Medlab.
Besides, there wasn’t much else to do once she was done putting her new plan into motion but check on her patients. Ailing pilots, driven to exhaustion by the interstellar race. Medlab was as good a place as any to wait and see if Havun and Falon would return, wading through a sea of enemies to come aboard and give the order to leave this place behind. Or be abandoned by whoever was in charge of the ship.
D'Hariv very much doubted the latter would happen. Havun’s band of thieves, for all their willingness to betray their homeworld, were very loyal to each other. She could, and did, respect them for that. All the more reason that Rithaak’s death had been warranted.
Now to concern herself with forestalling her own…
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MSNPC D’Hariv
(Posing as ???)
As written by
Lieutenant Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12