Lt Commander T'Ama - You're Trapped In Here With Me
Melissa Jackson
(( Interrogation Room, Crashed Ship Site, Mountains, Ah’rak IV ))
T’Ama: Now then… The question is how much do you like YOUR friends?
She was holding the dazed body of the man she had smashed against the wall up to her by the throat as a living meat shield.
Saka: Well, that's certainly interesting. I'll put down my gun and you won't do anything to my friend, got it?
That had worked… better than expected? The man slowly set down his gun, and T’Ama stopped smiling. She kept her meat shield right in place.
Saka: So tell me, what do you want? ::sarcastically:: Let me guess. You want us to let you go with your friends, unharmed ? oO Mostly Oo Oh, and I assume you'll also want to get your equipment back.
T'Ama: Obviously.
He had started playing with a knife on the table and T’Ama wondered if his subordinates were intimidated by the act.
Saka: Too bad I can't do that. We've got the whole-target-on-our-back-by-the-government thing, and by now I'd expect from yours, too. I think you can understand why that would be a bad idea on my part to let you do that. We're a bit sick of being on the run all the time.
Removing all hope of the desired outcome was an… interesting strategy in an interrogation. She wondered what she was supposed to hope to live for then, and what the leverage to not fight for her life was supposed to be. Of course there was not a world that existed in T’Ama’s mind where she wouldn’t be rescued by Starfleet in this situation. Unless she was killed first.
T'Ama: You do realize that since our rescue is inevitable that you have just informed me that we are in mortal peril?
Saka: Oh, I totally get that, but that's disappointing. You're a good fighter and I could've used someone like you on my team. ::grimacing:: Unfortunately we seem to be in a bit of a pickle.
Meat shield guy coughed weakly and seemed to finally come to enough sense to process the scene of his friend pointing a gun at him.
Enox: ::hoarsely:: Saka, no-!
It had been the most telegraphed gunshot in the entire world, with the slowest draw ever. She knew it was coming, and what she would do, and that it would be loud - but she was not prepared for just how loud it was. It was offensively loud. Her ears were ringing and her nerves were, well, shot. She hadn’t ever heard an actual ancient firearm before - phasers were not that loud. Quentin’s old movies did not do the thing justice.
She swore and shoved Enox into Saka who fell on him like dead weight. They both clattered back into the table full of torture implements and then onto the floor. As Saka tried to climb to his feet her hand found the place where his neck joined the shoulder and he slumped, unconscious, onto Enox who was emitting a keening sort of moan.
Now she had to move fast. Anyone who heard the gunshot was going to be through that door soon. She retrieved the Ah’rakkian gun from Saka’s limp hand and inspected it very briefly. She didn’t know how it worked exactly. Hopefully, logically, since it had just been fired it could continue to be fired, and she was confident upon initial inspection she could figure that out. If she had to. She didn’t want to. It was too loud. But the thing was surprisingly heavy and would make a good bludgeon.
Footsteps, running in the corridor outside and loud voices. Her hearing back recovered enough for that. She pressed herself up against the wall next to the door.
Guard: ::through the door:: Boss! Are you okay?!
She didn’t answer and briefly regretted knocking Saka out.
Guard: ::through the door:: Get this door open!
Oh. It was locked. That’s why they hadn’t burst in immediately. There was scuffling.
Finally the door slid open, and at the sight of their comrades on the floor, the guy forgot himself.
Guard: Boss!!
He walked in, rifle down, focus entirely on the bodies, and T’Ama brought the butt of her gun down hard on his face. He cried out, blood starting to pour from his nose, and she stepped into him, brought her other hand up and nerve pinched his neck. He crumpled here he stood in the doorway and the astonished guard behind him came face to face with the barrel of her gun.
T’Ama: Hands up. Turn around.
This was one of the men who had not been armed with a gun, and he was fully unprepared for how fast the situation had just turned on him. He turned, wide eyed, toward the wall and T’Ama pressed the barrel against the back of his head, and laid her other hand where his shoulder met his neck.
Guard 2: ::wavering:: Please please please please please…
She felt a little bad for him, but now was not the time.
T’Ama: ::threateningly calm:: Call in and report that everything is fine here and no backup is needed. And make it convincing or I will kill you.
She felt him swallow hard, and he slowly, slowly reached for his own communications device.
Guard 2: =/\= All clear. Just part of the interrogation. =/\=
Radio: =/\= Roger that. =/\=
T’Ama: Goooood. Now how do I unlock the cell doors in the brig?
Guard 2: Th-the c-control room…
T’Ama: And where did they put all our equipment?
Guard 2: D-down there t-two doors. Please don’t-
But he was already dropping from the pinch. Pinches were stupid good. She caught him under the arms and hauled his dead weight back into the interrogation room, then grabbed the gun guy by the ankles and pulled him in too. No need to alarm anybody too quickly.
She raked her hand through her hair and took a deep breath, letting it out audibly to steady herself. She stood in the midst of three unconscious men and one who was moaning hideously. Her heart pounded with the adrenaline and she found herself vaguely surprised she was still alive.
T’Ama: Okay… Loot the bodies, loot the room.
Quickly now. She had bought a little bit of time, but she didn’t want to stay in this room any longer. She found a card in Saka’s pocket with alien writing on it, and another in the pocket of one of the new guards. Key cards, maybe? Quaint. She slung the guard’s heavy ass assault rifle across her back, mostly to deny it to them. She stuck the particularly wicked looking knife Saka had been playing with into her boot, and searched the crap on the floor for the comm badge. That would have to do.
The corridor was blessedly clear both ways when she hazarded a peek, and she slipped quickly out of the interrogation room towards Down There Two Doors. The door didn’t open, but Saka’s card waved vaguely around it seemed to convince it.
It was clearly a store room full of ancient Vulcan junk and decidedly not ancient Ah’rakkian junk, and thankfully no people. She tapped the comm badge and immediately started searching.
T’Ama: =/\= T’Ama to Captain Serala! =/\=
Serala: =/\= response =/\=
T’Ama: =/\= Some kind of terrorist group that was hold up in here captured us. Started interrogating us separately with a side of torture. I just escaped but they messed Edrei up, pretty bad from the five seconds I saw of her. =/\=
Serala: =/\= response =/\=
Seleya/Brodie: =/\= response =/\=
She had done a circuit of the room, looking over everything as quickly as possible. She shoved at a box in frustration.
T’Ama: =/\= That guy lied to me! There’s none of our equipment in this room! =/\=
Serala/Seleya/Brodie: =/\= response =/\=
T’Ama: =/\= Nevermind. The rest of the team is locked in the brig. I bought a little time, but as soon as they find I’m loose there won’t be any, and all I have are very loud ballistic firearms. =/\=
Serala: =/\= response =/\=
USS Chin'toka
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