MSNPC Legend O'Connor - The Tetris Legend
LT Gila Sadar
(( Visitor’s Lounge / Multi function Area - Secret Compound, Surface of Moric (Moon of Galaris VI) ))
Vailani: Our laws would prevent us from interfering in your conflict. Keeping us here, and threatening us or ::beat:: harming us, will only go against what you are hoping to achieve.
Legend nodded animatedly at his spot near the wall of the lounge. That was exactly what he’d been trying to say - keeping Fleeters captive was hardly the smart choice here, even he could say that - so surely-
Vef-Lai: You don't know what I want to achieve, or hope to accomplish. You are soft ::his eye stopped at the Mizarian:: Ugly things ::to his Kobyar elite adjutant:: Have the Orion come with our deliveries?
Legend’ head froze mid-nod as he stared at the back of the grotesque frogman.
oO Orions!? Oo
Sadar: ‘Deliveries’?
Was Vef-Lai double dealing, getting shipments from the Syndicate on top of from Legend’s employer? Or... Legend paled visibly. Were the Syndicate his employers? Nah, surely not. If the Syndicate were the ones supplying the Kobyar, why would they have needed him as a middle man? Couldn’t they just make the delivery themselves?
In the end, it mattered little.
Vailani: ::harsh:: That’s pathetic. Here I was expecting some genius level plan, and what do we get ::looks to the others and laughs:: Orions. I've seen rabbits with better plans than that. Vef-Lai I don't think you've quite grasped that you are way out of your depth here ::demand:: Return us to our ship.
The feisty Bajoran woman’s sudden change of attitude nearly dropped Legend to his knees in surprise. What was that chick even doing right now?
The Kobyar Would-Be Dictator surged forward, his fat head bulging perhaps even more grotesquely than it had done previously. It was hardly a sight for sore eyes.
Silveira: Lieutenant Sadar, Lieutenant Bergmen get some cover.
Sadar: Response
Vef-Lai: Death to you all. Bring her to me.
The containment field was brought down, leaving the Fleeters entirely at the mercy of their captors, and O’Connor blinked as he saw the Grunden soldiers that had flanked him leave to render assistance to their leader.
oO Well, would you look at that? Oo
Legend looked towards the exit of the lounge, doing some mental calculations - not his strong suit as numerous former colleagues could tell you - to figure out what chance he stood at getting to the Keystone before anyone clocked his escape attempt. There was a non-zero chance he’d be able to get to the Ship, but getting it in the air, and then escaping the system without the Orions shooting him down?
Vailani: ::to O’Connor:: If you want to live, help us!
oO Hush! I’m working here! Oo
What chances did he stand with the Fleeters? They were none too pleased to see him here, that was for certain, but Starfleet weren’t in the business of executing you for stupidity, right? And if he cooperated, there was a good chance he could get any potential sentence diminished, if not waived entirely. But then, if he helped the Fleeters, he had to help them escape too, and at that point, it wasn’t a matter of whether the soldiers would catch up to him anymore, it was a matter of ‘did he trust the Fleeters to be able to fight back long enough’?
Silveira: SOMEONE DO SOMETHING.
O’Connor groaned, starting to move.
O’Connor: Screw this.
Sadar: Response
Utilizing the freedom of movement that the Starfleet officers had managed to get him with their little stunt, Legend rushed to the wall console that manipulated the modular cargo lifts and used his credentials to gain access. His access was limited - he’d only ever needed to be able to move the cargo into storage containment - but he could cause some chaos at least.
He liked to think of that as his specialty, and he’d always liked a good game of Tetris. The floors started moving, sliding away from each other in fluid motions as the ground opened to expose the vast basement filled with boxes beneath. He heard the surprised grunts from numerous people who hadn’t expected that particular development, and he briefly looked over one of his meaty shoulders to check where the Starfleeters were. He didn’t much like the notion of getting himself locked in with the wrong group of people.
That would be classic O’Connor luck right there.
Vailani: Response
His hands moved quickly across the consoles, using the familiar - and at the same time wildly unfamiliar - controls to sequester Grunden and Kobyar soldiers into small enclosed alcoves, sometimes with a floor plate moving so fast, they fell off the side and plummeted into the vast storage space beneath.
Silveira: STARFLEET SOUND OFF!
Bergmen: Here…alive…
Sadar: Response
Realizing that he’d accidentally started moving one of the Starfleet officers closer to the Grunden soldiers, Legend quickly changed tactics.
O’Connor: Oh, uhhhh- What about this?
Vef-Lai: Nooooo!
O’Connor: Huh... Didn’t know I could build upwards too.
He sure hoped the ceiling opened up, or they’d have squished frog meat all over the ceiling in a few seconds.
Vailani/Sadar: Response
Vef-Lai: Stop them!
O’Connor: That’s enough out of you.
As it turned out, the ceiling did open up, and with a few deft maneuvers, Legend managed to get Vef-Lai himself hidden away on the new upper level. And yet, in spite of that, they were still able to hear his echoing cries of indignation as Legend ensured the ceiling closed up properly again.
Vef-Lai: Starfleet!
Legend breathed out in relief, clapping his hands together in satisfaction with his usage of the controls - despite limited understanding of them beyond, you know, ‘get them away from us’ - until he realized one of the Starfleeters had approached him, animosity in his glare.
It was the Earther. What was his name? Sil? Sil-something.
Silveira: Were you the cause of this?
Logically, Legend knew that being a smart-ass wouldn’t earn him anything. Unfortunately, logic had never been his strong suit.
O’Connor: ::raised eyebrow:: I mean, I don’t think the rest of you have access to the lift controls?
The menacing glare made O’Connor wonder if he’d been better served with putting the Starfleet officers on the lower level, the Grunden on the upper one and seeing if he could outrun both factions, and the clear fury expressed by the other male Starfleet officer - the one who barely looked old enough to grow a beard - made him even more sure that was the course he should’ve gone with.
O’Connor: What?
oO I felt safer with the frothing maniac Oo
Thankfully, this was the time Officer Sil decided to intervene.
Silveira: We need to move before they reorganise.
That seemed to make the kid ease up a bit, even if bloodshot eyes still stared Legend down. He attempted a disarming smile of white teeth, but wasn’t sure if it accomplished his intentions.
Bergmen: And find a way to contact Artemis. Warn them about Orions.
Vailani/Sadar: Response
O’Connor: Well, my shuttle - the Keystone - is in the docking bay? Though, ‘course, there’s like a gazillion of Vef-Lai’s fanatics between it and us?
Sil sighed, clearly not too enthused with the notion of braving those odds in their current state, and Legend noticed he was slightly limping. Had Legend accidentally clipped him with a floorpiece? He had the decency to feel slightly bad about that, especially because he was quite certain Sil was the more experienced soldier of the four, and making him less battle-ready was rather significantly worsening their chances here.
Bergmen: Does this station have an armory? Equipment room? Rescue boats?
Legend shrugged.
O’Connor: Not that I know of, but you know, they hid like an army of evil zealots in the walls, so who knows?
Vailani/Sadar/Silveira/Bergmen: Response
O’Connor: Now now, there’s no reason for that! Between us and the Keystone, there’s a bunch of storage rooms, and I’m willing to bet they’re filled to the brim with the stock I’ve been freightering here.
It was quite a fair ask that Legend show them the most direct route to that, he supposed, but that didn't mean he had to like being the point man in this madhouse. He set the pace fast enough that no one could accuse him of delaying them on purpose, while still being mindful that he didn't want to leave the injured Starfleeters behind. If push came to shove, he wanted some good potential cover in case more soldiers showed up.
Vailani/Sadar/Silveira/Bergmen: Response
O’Connor: Oh, that’s news to me too. I just got paid to get the boxes here and get out. I’ve never even met one of the alien buyers before today. ::looks around the corner:: It's this way.
Vailani/Sadar/Silveira/Bergmen: Response
TAG/TBC
Legend O’Connor
Hapless Smuggler
As simmed by
LT Gila Sadar
Assistant Chief of Medical
USS Artemis-A
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