MSNPC Nieran Dwayx - Turncoat
Travis
((Industrial Exhaust Manifold - Facility KTF-031 - Medara, Betazed 2376))
After a rocky start, Nieran was fairly certain they were back on track. He only hoped the Vorta, Daylun wouldn’t try to use the business at the gate as an excuse not to give him his just rewards.
The Enforcers were supposed to have let them through without trouble, but it seemed the white-bloods were as poorly trained as they were ugly.
Taking a deep, centering breath, Nieran supposed it didn’t matter. In just a few short minutes, the Medara resistance would be crushed and he’d have the comfortable life that he’d longed for these past few years.
Chevalier: So, wish us luck, commander. Commander. Ensign… Good luck to you.
The Starfleet leader, Leera’s cousin, grinned with a confidence that Nieran found to be rather unearned.
Dakora: Break a leg, Jaseb. ::He patted the man on the shoulder firmly.:: Meet you at the exfil point.
Nieran grumbled from beside the blonde weirdo, hoping he wouldn’t have to listen to any more strange chants before their time together was through.
Dwayx: We need to go. Now.
Savel/Leera: Response
With the final –as Nieran knew them to be– goodbyes out of the way, the pair began the climb up the long ladder to the access platform. Zarek had come with them, but the addition of the resistance fighter wouldn’t change anything. He could deal with both of them.
Before long they were standing on the maintenance platform. A cluster of control panels lined the edge of the platform and a massive sealed hatch stood between them and the interior of the exhaust manifold itself.
Chevalier: Nieran, would you set the maintenance mode and transfer the exhaust lines? My Dominia is not so extensive, and you worked with this panel before, right?
Glancing over his shoulder and listening for the distant sounds of the ambush he knew was awaiting the other team, Nieran was preparing to get his own hands dirty when the Starfleet Officer asked him the question.
Dwayx: Huh? ::distracted:: Yes, yes. Of Course.
Stepping up to the panel, Nieran did as Chevalier requested, a rather vicious plan forming in his mind as he did.
As the exhaust system switched to maintenance mode, the burning hot plasma diverted to a different outlet, and the chamber flooded with cooling gas before that too was purged. It was only after both cycles were complete that the heavy access hatch yawned open in front of Chevalier.
A satisfied grin formed on Nieran’s face as he called out to Jaseb.
Dwayx: All clear for you to enter!
Chevalier: Response?
As the Starfleet Officer stepped inside the massive exhaust duct, preparing to travel up it and sabotage a critical junction, Nieran put his plan into action.
In a smooth motion, he pulled the disruptor that had been liberated from one of the Enforcers and shot Zarek twice in the chest. Before the pompous resistance fighter’s body had even fallen to the ground he slammed his fist down on the console.
A klaxon sounded and a series of warning lights illuminated as the the exhaust access hatch slid closed, sealing Chevalier’s fate.
As a countdown timer began before the impossibly hot exhaust gasses began to flow, he stared at Chevalier through the thick glass of the observation port.
He called out to the doomed man over the racket.
Dwayx: You know, the sad thing is you people might’ve really been able to pull this off. ::He shrugged.:: Not that it would’ve made any real difference.
Chevalier: Response
TAG/TBC
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Nieran Dwayx
Civilian Engineer
Betazed Resistance (BZR)
As simmed by:
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LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
First Officer
USS Artemis-A
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