Lt Alex Storm - Hands of Cards
Karen Morris
((Transport Hub, Ferenginar))
Alex’s arm reached over, grabbed Jira, and yanked them toward her. They narrowly missed being run over by a Klingon who still bared his teeth and growled at the two. Releasing Jira, casually stepping between the two and holding up a hand palm out, Alex said…
Storm: It’s our fault. We’ll be more careful next time.
Jaran: ::nervously:: Yes. Definitely careful. ::stumbling over words:: And a good... careful... you
Klingon: Why should I believe you?
Alex listened to more than just his words. She focused her eyes on his chin while she mentally navigated the labyrinth of intentions and emotions. A pressure settled deeply in her chest, but her words landed casually.
Storm: Because I keep my promises. And we aren’t likely to meet again.
Alex gestured to Jira to back up.
Jira: I think we're... just going to go and leave you to yours.
Alex could feel Jira backing up. Her expression neutral, she held her ground for a moment. Everything inside her wanted to yell, oO Tell Kona that it didn’t work. Oo But the last thing she needed to do was to show her cards.
Storm: My friend doesn’t seem to be feeling well, I’m going to go tend to them.
And pulling her rain slicker hood further down over her face, she melted quickly into the crowd.
Jaran: Any idea where I'm going?
Alex slipped in front of Jaran and whispered…
Storm: Follow me, and stay close.
The next ten minutes were a whirlwind of dodging bodies, purchasing tickets, and looking over her shoulder. When they were finally off the ground and on their way to Kelara station, Alex turned to Jira and blew out a long breath.
Storm: I didn’t want to say anything before now, but Kona sent that Klingon to slow me down. If he knows that we’re on Feringinar, he knows I’ve switched ships, and he’s tracking me. On the other side of the issue, he’s shown me his hand, and I may be able to use it to my advantage.
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End Scene
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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
O240103SK2