Shoreleave JP Part 4 - "3:10 to Butler"
Radamio
(( Main Holodeck, Deck 8, USS Octavia E Butler ))
(( Continued from Part 3 - The Present ))
Sam's phaser blaster was out in front of him and aimed down the street towards the shuttle depot. He called out in a loud voice.
Woolheater: Interstellar Marshals! Stay inside, stay down….active shooters outside!
Sam and Ragh were moving down the street. As they did so, they took their shots at Wade's dwindling gang of support. Both Marshal's were not doing kill shots, they might need these criminals later for Court so they made their shots count with disabling shots.
The jails tonight would be full. A golden age for the medical folks.
Woolheater: DROP IT! DROP YOUR WEAPON NOW!
Sam yelled at a female shooter from behind a large cargo crate. She was a good shot too. She was right handed and her shots favored that angle. She was a small, thin target. He didn't want to have her take a phaser blast to the head. Sometimes that wasn't as survivable. Sam poked his head around the corner and took another visual and saw a way to at least knock her down.
Woolheater: I'm asking you nicely! DROP IT!
Gangsta: COME AND GET ME!
Samuel lowered himself and then rolled flat on the dirt as small of a profile as he could get. She missed every shot. Sam didn't. He hit the support posts that held up the roof and it came crashing down on top of her.
Getting to his feet he found her under the pile of debris, a few cuts and bruises looked like. Taking some simple cuffs, he cuffed her to the crate she was using for cover.
Woolheater: See you in Court.
Taking prisoners was not the typical Klingon way, but Ragh knew the job and he was gonna do it right. He watched as Sam collapsed the roof on one the gang members, impressed with the quick thinking he continued to display.
Sam and Ragh continued down the path, fast approaching the shuttle depot. A shot flew past Ragh's face, enough to singe his cheek. He turned and saw three of the gang still behind them. Thrilled to be in a glorious battle, Ragh turned to Sam:
Ragh: Run ahead, I'll catch up.
There was three of them. He knew he could take one out with a clean shot, but the other two he'd to have to think of something else. Luckily for Ragh, they were poor shots. He lined up his rifle, taking the middle one into his sights. He steadied his breathing, and fired. Clean shot right through the chest, they fell instantly. The other two look at each other, and began a barrage of shots at the Klingon, but he expected that. He was only meters away now. It was now or never. He pulled out his blade, and letting out a long building scream, he dived full force at the human outlaw on the left. A phaser clipped his shoulder but he didn't even notice. His blade against the outlaws throat, he yells:
Ragh: Live, or die on the battlefield!
He laughed in the face of the man as he scurried off, gun left behind. The other outlaw thought about it for a second and broke away himself. More alive and happier than he's been in months, Ragh got up and to catch up with his fellow Marshals.
As they covered the distance and neared the shuttle depot, shots rang out followed by several screams. A black and gray civilian courier shuttle that had seen better days could be seen lifting off, defying the lockdown that had been put in place; it listed sideways before righting itself and blasting off into the atmosphere.
Woolheater skidded to a knee. He didn’t fire. He watched as the shuttle’s lift vector was wrong. Too much roll on ascent. Over-corrected yaw. That wasn't a clean departure…that was rushed. JoNz would know for sure what that meant. And Samuel wasn't entirely sure that if he shot an engine out, they could crash and die. He lifted the phaser and let the shuttle climb
Woolheater: They didn’t prep that bird. She’s overloaded or damaged. They won’t make high orbit without a course correction. Marshal?
He called out to JoNz and then got to his feet. Ragh had taken out the last of the resistance. Because that's what Klingons do.
JoNz: If they can’t make high orbit, that means they’re sticking to the lower atmosphere. We follow.
The Caitian whistled, getting the attention of a depot attendant as she flashed her badge at the young, pimpled Human kid who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else right about now.
JoNz: Fleet Marshals. We’ll be taking one of your better shuttles. Now.
Ragh said nothing but looked at the young kid. It was more than enough. They got their shuttle. Now they just needed to get their man.
( End Act I )
===CONTINUED IN PART 5===
A COLLABORATIVE POST BY:
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First Lieutenant Kansz JoNz
Pilot/Comms/Transporter Officer
Marine Detachment
USS Octavia E Butler NCC-82850
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“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." - Ray Bradbury
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Ensign Ragh
Medical Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
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Scout Sniper / Infantry Officer
MARDET, Starfleet Marine Corps
USS Octavia E. Butler NCC-82850