Private First Class Thomas O'Reilly - Blunt Force Time
Toxin Arlill
(( Staff Only Area, Deep Space 14 ))
Jenson: Don’t play dumb with us? You know what we’re talking about.
O’Reilly: Not too keen on anyone who prays on another.
To’fordu: You Federation types always stick your noses where they don't belong. This isn't your business.
Jenson: Yeah, well….It is.
O’Reilly: At least it is now!
Ch’udut (Alient 2): Even if we knew what you were talking about, why would we tell you two idiots anything.
Jenson: Ask away.
O’Reilly: What interest do you have in the girl?
Ch’udut: I’m not going to tell you inferior pieces of… ::interupted by sharp jab::
Teddy imagined what they were doing might get them into some heat, but he had no intention of just letting these idiots go, so his heal found the side of the alien mid sentence.
Jenson: He’s hiding something, we ain’t got long either
To’fordu: That one is bright, That one is too late. There are more ones involved.
O’Reilly: Too late for what ::looking over to the other alien lying on the floor::
Ch’udut: While you two were playing hero, the girl’s long gone.
Jenson: Should we go after her?
Teddy looked over to his fellow marine with an inquisitive expression.
Jenson: Because he's still lying
O’Reilly: What makes you Chey’d so thick headed?!
It was at that moment that Teddy grabbed both sides of the larger Chey’d shirt, picked him up, and shoved him into the bulkhead.
Ch’udut: Ooomphf (beat) You can’t intimidate us.
This one was pressing Teddy’s patience and he reached for his pocket. Anyone that knew Teddy knew he had a darker side that could only take so much BS before it took over. They might also know that Teddy was a collector of ancient trinkets. Reaching into his pocket it returned with a shiny brass bar over his nuckles. He wasted no time landing the brass into the side of the alien now pressed against the wall.
Ch’udut: Ooomphf (beat) ::starts laughing menacingly::
O’Reilly: ::dropping the alien, looking towards Link:: We need to find where she went, they’re not going to be any help.
Jenson: Response
O’Reilly: We can’t leave them here, they’ll let anyone they’re working with know.
Jenson: Response
O’Reilly: Search em for a comms device.
Teddy started looking nearby and found some high tensile shipping straps and returned with them.
Jenson: Response
TBC! / Tags
Private First Class Thomas O’Reilly
4/73 Marines, USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4