Lt. JG Varik - Watching the Sonn-set
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Varik
Apr 18, 2026, 6:15:02 PM (2 days ago) Apr 18
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(( Port Authority Complex, Port of Frisa, Argrathi V ))
The situation with their quarry was escalating quickly and the group needed to decide how to proceed.
Peters: (low) If we attempt to get closer, we may spook him.
Greaves: Possibly. If something doesn’t develop soon though, it may be worth the risk. My hope is we can get something meaningful observing the exchange that we can use to grill Sonn with after this is over.
He continued to observe the exchange, neck craning forward in the hopes of being able to hear just a little bit more.
Varik: (low) It is good they still have not boarded the ship. I would prefer our suspect not flee right as we are getting close to answers.
Peters: (low) Understandable.
Varik: (low) Even with this vantage point, I still cannot identify the vessel.
The colonel nodded.
Greaves: Let’s give it another minute. Then we’ll try and get closer.
Peters: (low) As you say, sir.
It was clear Sonn was growing more agitated. More desperate perhaps? Either way their body language was escalating.
Varik: (low) This is escalating.
Greaves: Alright, lets see if we can’t get cl---
The individual from the vessel fell suddenly after a violent shove by Sonn. The suspect then grabbed their bags and made a line for the gangway of the ship.
Varik felt the urge to advance, not only to prevent Sonn from escaping but to offer aid to who the injured crewman who could be a valuable source of information.
Varik: (low) Let's go!
Peters: Response
Greaves: No wait!
The colonel's words came out sharply to stop Varik from moving. The man from the freighter was on the ground moving, and a disruptor had appeared in his hand.
Still laying on his back, the man aimed the weapon at Sonn. There hadn't been a shout, but it was clear that Sonn knew he was in mortal danger as he’d frozen in place and was now looking over his shoulder at the man.
The Rekarian was itching to intervene before the situation escalated further and they potentially lost both sources of information.
Varik: (low) Now?
Peters: Response
Greaves: Alright, move, quickly, but quietly!
Despite their quiet movements, it was not long before they were seen both by Sonn and the unknown crewman. Realization dawned on the crewman and before they could react, a bright lance of green energy shot from the disruptor and slammed into Sonn’s chest, dropping the man instantly. He fell first to the gangway, then assisted by gravity, half rolled.
His attacker wasted no time at all however, and leapt forward over Sonn’s crumpled body and sprinted up the ramp.
Greaves: Freeze.
The man didn’t even hesitate however and continued sprinting up the gangway toward the safety of the inside of the freighter.
When the engines began to hum to life, Varik could recognize the telltale sounds of an emergency takeoff. Even an Olympic sprinter would not be able to make it to the gangplank in time. The speed at which the engines activated and the ship prepared for launch was more indication to Varik that these were smugglers than any other sign. No legitimate civilian crew would have been that quick to get out of there.
The Rekarian ran up to the crumpled body, phaser pistol leveled impotently at the departing freighter.
Varik: Checking Sonn! (kneeling down and checking for a pulse) Commander, do you have the medical tricorder?
Peters: Response
They had been so close and all Varik could do was let out an exasperated sigh.
The situation with their quarry was escalating quickly and the group needed to decide how to proceed.
Peters: (low) If we attempt to get closer, we may spook him.
Greaves: Possibly. If something doesn’t develop soon though, it may be worth the risk. My hope is we can get something meaningful observing the exchange that we can use to grill Sonn with after this is over.
He continued to observe the exchange, neck craning forward in the hopes of being able to hear just a little bit more.
Varik: (low) It is good they still have not boarded the ship. I would prefer our suspect not flee right as we are getting close to answers.
Peters: (low) Understandable.
Varik: (low) Even with this vantage point, I still cannot identify the vessel.
The colonel nodded.
Greaves: Let’s give it another minute. Then we’ll try and get closer.
Peters: (low) As you say, sir.
It was clear Sonn was growing more agitated. More desperate perhaps? Either way their body language was escalating.
Varik: (low) This is escalating.
Greaves: Alright, lets see if we can’t get cl---
The individual from the vessel fell suddenly after a violent shove by Sonn. The suspect then grabbed their bags and made a line for the gangway of the ship.
Varik felt the urge to advance, not only to prevent Sonn from escaping but to offer aid to who the injured crewman who could be a valuable source of information.
Varik: (low) Let's go!
Peters: Response
Greaves: No wait!
The colonel's words came out sharply to stop Varik from moving. The man from the freighter was on the ground moving, and a disruptor had appeared in his hand.
Still laying on his back, the man aimed the weapon at Sonn. There hadn't been a shout, but it was clear that Sonn knew he was in mortal danger as he’d frozen in place and was now looking over his shoulder at the man.
The Rekarian was itching to intervene before the situation escalated further and they potentially lost both sources of information.
Varik: (low) Now?
Peters: Response
Greaves: Alright, move, quickly, but quietly!
Despite their quiet movements, it was not long before they were seen both by Sonn and the unknown crewman. Realization dawned on the crewman and before they could react, a bright lance of green energy shot from the disruptor and slammed into Sonn’s chest, dropping the man instantly. He fell first to the gangway, then assisted by gravity, half rolled.
His attacker wasted no time at all however, and leapt forward over Sonn’s crumpled body and sprinted up the ramp.
Greaves: Freeze.
The man didn’t even hesitate however and continued sprinting up the gangway toward the safety of the inside of the freighter.
When the engines began to hum to life, Varik could recognize the telltale sounds of an emergency takeoff. Even an Olympic sprinter would not be able to make it to the gangplank in time. The speed at which the engines activated and the ship prepared for launch was more indication to Varik that these were smugglers than any other sign. No legitimate civilian crew would have been that quick to get out of there.
The Rekarian ran up to the crumpled body, phaser pistol leveled impotently at the departing freighter.
Varik: Checking Sonn! (kneeling down and checking for a pulse) Commander, do you have the medical tricorder?
Peters: Response
They had been so close and all Varik could do was let out an exasperated sigh.
[End Act 1 for Varik]
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Lieutenant Junior Grade Varik
Acting Assistant Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E. Butler
A239709VR0
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