Lt. Commander Tahna Meru - Off To The Races
Tahna Meru
The Klingons were yelling now, a whole group on their feet, and they looked about half a second away from drawing blades. One of the pair that had approached the dealer turned and pointed at the Starfleet group, and Meru swore in Bajoran.
Tahna: Yeah, time to go.
Neathler: Lead the way.
Meru took the lead, taking the path of least resistance through the bar and trusting the others to fall in behind her. Uneasy familiarity still trailed her like a shadow; she really wanted to get out of here before things got violent.
Auricsdóttir: Response
Spelvan: Let us try to be as speedy as possible.
As they approached the door, and the group of angry Klingons, Sami pushed forward, past Meru.
Neathler: Whatever happens, follow the boss and get out.
Auricsdóttir: Response
Spelvan: Understood, sir!
The security chief deliberately ran into one of the Klingons, shoving him into one of his companions. Meru kept walking: once they were out, they could run. Sami’s move might have been mistaken for an accident if these were anyone other than Klingons, or if this had been anything more scrupulous than a seedy pub.
But this was a seedy pub, and they were Klingons, and the yelling escalated, coming from all sides now. Meru really wished she spoke Klingon, or had a weapon besides the phaser—that would give her away in an instant, and there was still a chance (however slim) that they might just be stupid, rude tourists.
A Klingon swept past Meru, who barely moved out of the way.
Tahna: Sona! C’mon!
Neathler: Coming!
Auricsdóttir: Response
Spelvan: On my way.
Meru was nearly at the door now, just steps away, and turned to catch sight of her group. They were not all so lucky.
Klingon in front: Tourists, huh? What's a Vulcan doing in vIq'mItlh?
Sami was breaking away from a Klingon, and Spelvan was facing down one of his own. The whole pub would come down on them soon. Did the good doctor have much combat training? Did the helmsman? Even if they got out, would the whole pub spill out into the street, sending a whole city district chasing after the Starfleeters?
Neathler: Run!
Yes, yes, in a moment.
Auricsdóttir: Response
Spelvan: I will do my best.
Meru swept a mug off a table and ducked behind a Klingon, who hadn’t seemed to notice her quite yet. She hurled the mug at another Klingon, also not paying attention to her, and moved back toward the door before she could see if it landed. If she gave them a reason to turn the fight on other Klingons, maybe fewer would follow them out.
She heard a crash, and saw one of her team had pushed a table over, shattering glasses and alcohol as a small barrier. Nice move.
Spelvan: Are you unharmed?
Auricsdóttir: Response
Meru held the door open, ushering the group through. Once she saw everyone had made it out, and that no Klingons were lingering within sight outside, she knocked a nearby bin over in front of the door.
Spelvan: I apologize. It appears our undercover status may have been compromised.
Tahna: Oh well. Run.
Auricsdóttir / Neathler: Response
Splevan: Where should we go?
Tahna: Anywhere, come on!
Auricsdóttir / Neathler: Response
Meru took off, leading the group down the street away from the direction of the Clinic. They ducked through an alley, and then another, until she felt they were sufficiently far from the mess they’d left in the bar. They needed to regroup, plan their next move. She slowed in a back alley, quiet save for the falling rain.
A giddy relief settled over her as she looked at her group, and she couldn’t hold back a smile, though she was sure it probably made her look a bit demented. They’d made it out. No one had been snatched by the Klingons, no one had been drugged. They were all in once piece, relatively unharmed, and they’d gotten the sample they came for. They’d made a mess of things, sure, but…well. History had not repeated, not this time.
Tahna: Let’s not do that again!
Auricsdóttir / Spelvan / Neathler: Response
Tahna: A karaoke bar was not a bad suggestion, but I worry it will be busy and put more eyes on us. ::She frowned, looking up and down the alley.:: If we’re careful, we may be able to do some quick analysis of the substance here, and see if it’s something we can track.
Auricsdóttir / Spelvan / Neathler: Response