Head Archaeologist Enak - Fricken Mercenaries
Nick Wilcox
((Project Site Central Habitat, Marohu III))
Enak had thought that he heard footsteps, like one of the other Starfleet members had. But no one else seemed to be picking up on it.
Enak: Anyone else hear that?
Katsim: Any luck?
JoNz: I believe I may have caught some movement earlier, but just assumed it was another member of the dig team…I honestly didn’t think anything of it.
Arlill: That’s certainly different.
Enak looked over, intrigued at what the Blue Commander had to say.
Enak: What is it?
Riley: Response
Katsim: The numbers…I think it’s coordinates. If we follow the shift of the numbers, it will tell us a direction. But to where, I don’t know. Just…somewhere down there.
That was certainly a hypothesis, but Enak didn’t have a better one, so he followed the Gray Commander along with the other Starfleet officers. They walked into one of the chambers with a massive ceiling and old columns. It was honestly one of Enak’s favorite rooms if he was being honest.
JoNz: My first impression of this building was that it was a sort of school or maybe a communal meeting area.
Arlill: And you may be correct, it does seem like that type of structure.
Enak: Those two options or a temple.
Riley: Response
Katsim: Perhaps we should…
Before the Gray Commander could finish talking, Enak heard one of the single most annoying sounds in all of creation. Those damn mercenaries again.
Vuq: Perhaps you should, indeed. Perfect timing.
Arlill: And to whom do we have the pleasure?
Vuq: Response
Arlill: Ok, ok, I’m not moving, you have nothing to fear from us.
Enak: We’re just archaeologists here. Just like the last time you were here. How’d you get past the shield anyway?
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz: Response
Arlill: What do you want from us?
Enak: Probably the artifacts.
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz: Response
Arlill: I’m afraid that they’re not our’s to give.
The mercenary leader came around to face all of them. He really was an ugly looking son of a gun.
Maybe someone should have taught him how to contour.
Enak: They’re not mine to give over either. And besides, they’re mostly worthless to you.
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz: Response
Enak rolled his eyes.
Enak: My team and I were never able to figure it out, and you expect me to believe that you’ll be able to figure out how to activate them?
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz/Arlill: Response
Well, that was annoying, they really were stupid.
Enak: So what, you steal the artifacts, and then sell them to some stupid collector who just looks at them once in a blue moon? Have you no pride in what you collect?
That was probably not a smart move, but Enak was getting tired of everyone tramping around his job site.
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz/Arlill: Response
With a quick step, one of the unnamed thugs punched Enak in the gut, driving the air from his lungs.
Enak: Probably deserved that.
Vuq/Katsim/Riley/JoNz/Arlill: Response