Lt. Taelon - 2-5-3-7
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Alison Hardwick
Oct 2, 2025, 7:45:42 PM (21 hours ago) Oct 2
to USS Gorkon – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Apartment Block, lower vIq’mItlth City))
Reynolds: Taelon, stop it and get out of the way. You’d be the first in the firing line if you got it open. Set up ARIA to watch the corridors once we’re inside. V’Lar, I want more detail about who’s in the apartment, at least an idea of how many we’re dealing with. Sevo, I want you on point to head in once we have the door open.
T. Sevo: Aye, sir.
Taelon obeyed without a word, releasing the door and stepping back; ARIA appeared to do something similar, floating backwards. A moment later, sent by a silent command, ARIA flew up to the decrepit ceiling, turned its lifts off, and curled against a half-fallen panel, golden head watching but its body mostly out of sight.
V'Lar: Admiral, I am only detecting a single, fading Klingon life sign. The interference appears to be emanating from a low-level energy source near the life sign, but I am detecting no other distinct biosignatures at this time.
Only one? Taelon cursed under his breath. Either they were too late, or the assailants had gotten away somehow. And who had-
Sevo - Taelon was silently dubbing him ‘Security Sevo’ - headed in ahead of them, phaser at the ready. The apartment beyond was in chaos, wind and rain swept from the broken window.
T. Sevo: Immediate area clear.
They followed him inside. The apartment was a mess on all fronts; wind and acid rain washed across what had once been a living room, where tables and shelves had overturned. The apartment matched the hall outside - small, squat, old, and dirty. Only the fresh tracks and the decor showed someone trying to eek out a pleasant existence amid the squalor.
There were flecks of pink here and there, broken glass under their feet, but it was otherwise quiet save for the howling wind.
T. Sevo: There must be someone in here, from what we heard a moment ago.
There had to be. Unless their opponents had beamed out, there wasn’t a lot of places to go. With Sevo going to the left, Taelon veered right, towards what was probably the bathroom.
Reynolds: Response
T. Sevo: Got a body over here!
Well, Taelon hadn’t gotten far. He hurried back. The Klingon lay on the floor in front of their couch, bleeding and wheezing. He wondered if they’d been so quiet because they heard others arrive and hoped not to be found.
Reynolds: Response
???: Starfleet? ::He grinned, trying to chuckle.:: gho Doqqu'... ::cough:: Torghen… Pak’argh… ::The man pointed to the door on the right side of the living room.:: cha'-vagh-wej-Soch.
Taelon followed the gesture; he’d not gotten a chance to actually check the little sideroom. Evidently they needed to. What did 2537 mean?
T. Sevo: I take it this is Ep’ehko?
Taelon focussed on the Klingon’s face and realized, with a sort of cold horror, that he wasn’t sure. The image on the pegboard had been clean faced, young, with a somewhat reticent expression. Their patient here was bruised, beaten, their face swollen and blood-smeared.
Taelon: I’m….not sure.
It didn’t mean they wouldn’t help. Taelon knelt on the dirty floor, looking the beaten man up and down. V’lar would be the one to follow, he knew, but habit made him start examining the man without a second thought.
Reynolds: Response
V'Lar: He has serious, life-threatening injuries. I will attempt to stabilize him. ::To the Klingon:: Please remain calm.
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
Her tricorder started to emit a shrill series of alerts.
V'Lar: He is going into hypovolemic shock. Lieutenant Taelon, please assist me.
Taelon: Ah - aye.
He’d expected to be shooed away, but he didn’t hesitate.
V'Lar: Please do exactly as I instruct. Place one hand on their forehead and use it to tilt his head backwards then place two fingers on their chin, lifting it forward. Keep your hands in place until I instruct otherwise.
Taelon did indeed do exactly as she instructed, his movements gentle. He understood the danger of the situation, and made sure to hold the man’s head steady without being forceful. The ragged breath was a bad sign, but this Klingon wasn’t as close to death as the last victim.
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
V’Lar administered a hypospray, and something seemed better - maybe that was his imagination, but he’d take it.
V'Lar: Admiral, whilst I can temporarily stabilise the Klingon they do require urgent intensive care beyond what I can provide with a medkit. I would suggest we transport them to the Gorkon.
Taelon both agreed and hated it; another person rushed away before they could get much out of them. But what choice did they have? No ethical officer could leave the man dying on the floor.
Taelon: That’s probably best, yes…but we should stay…?
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
They’d lost a lot of time already. And the code, be it a clue or a trap, was something.
Taelon: Com - Lieutenant Sevo, we should check the sideroom they indicated. If their assailants were after something, perhaps they’ve hidden it.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Taelon: Uhm, they said… ‘ The Red Circle’. Or maybe just Circle? Torghen, a name, Pak’argh, our first victim. Then - two, five, three, seven.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Taelon: It could be a code to a safe…?
He’d like it to be that simple. Perhaps a safe with the whole plan written out, and addresses provided…though even as he thought it, that’d be awfully suspicious if it was.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Lieutenant Taelon
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
Reynolds: Taelon, stop it and get out of the way. You’d be the first in the firing line if you got it open. Set up ARIA to watch the corridors once we’re inside. V’Lar, I want more detail about who’s in the apartment, at least an idea of how many we’re dealing with. Sevo, I want you on point to head in once we have the door open.
T. Sevo: Aye, sir.
Taelon obeyed without a word, releasing the door and stepping back; ARIA appeared to do something similar, floating backwards. A moment later, sent by a silent command, ARIA flew up to the decrepit ceiling, turned its lifts off, and curled against a half-fallen panel, golden head watching but its body mostly out of sight.
V'Lar: Admiral, I am only detecting a single, fading Klingon life sign. The interference appears to be emanating from a low-level energy source near the life sign, but I am detecting no other distinct biosignatures at this time.
Only one? Taelon cursed under his breath. Either they were too late, or the assailants had gotten away somehow. And who had-
Sevo - Taelon was silently dubbing him ‘Security Sevo’ - headed in ahead of them, phaser at the ready. The apartment beyond was in chaos, wind and rain swept from the broken window.
T. Sevo: Immediate area clear.
They followed him inside. The apartment was a mess on all fronts; wind and acid rain washed across what had once been a living room, where tables and shelves had overturned. The apartment matched the hall outside - small, squat, old, and dirty. Only the fresh tracks and the decor showed someone trying to eek out a pleasant existence amid the squalor.
There were flecks of pink here and there, broken glass under their feet, but it was otherwise quiet save for the howling wind.
T. Sevo: There must be someone in here, from what we heard a moment ago.
There had to be. Unless their opponents had beamed out, there wasn’t a lot of places to go. With Sevo going to the left, Taelon veered right, towards what was probably the bathroom.
Reynolds: Response
T. Sevo: Got a body over here!
Well, Taelon hadn’t gotten far. He hurried back. The Klingon lay on the floor in front of their couch, bleeding and wheezing. He wondered if they’d been so quiet because they heard others arrive and hoped not to be found.
Reynolds: Response
???: Starfleet? ::He grinned, trying to chuckle.:: gho Doqqu'... ::cough:: Torghen… Pak’argh… ::The man pointed to the door on the right side of the living room.:: cha'-vagh-wej-Soch.
Taelon followed the gesture; he’d not gotten a chance to actually check the little sideroom. Evidently they needed to. What did 2537 mean?
T. Sevo: I take it this is Ep’ehko?
Taelon focussed on the Klingon’s face and realized, with a sort of cold horror, that he wasn’t sure. The image on the pegboard had been clean faced, young, with a somewhat reticent expression. Their patient here was bruised, beaten, their face swollen and blood-smeared.
Taelon: I’m….not sure.
It didn’t mean they wouldn’t help. Taelon knelt on the dirty floor, looking the beaten man up and down. V’lar would be the one to follow, he knew, but habit made him start examining the man without a second thought.
Reynolds: Response
V'Lar: He has serious, life-threatening injuries. I will attempt to stabilize him. ::To the Klingon:: Please remain calm.
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
Her tricorder started to emit a shrill series of alerts.
V'Lar: He is going into hypovolemic shock. Lieutenant Taelon, please assist me.
Taelon: Ah - aye.
He’d expected to be shooed away, but he didn’t hesitate.
V'Lar: Please do exactly as I instruct. Place one hand on their forehead and use it to tilt his head backwards then place two fingers on their chin, lifting it forward. Keep your hands in place until I instruct otherwise.
Taelon did indeed do exactly as she instructed, his movements gentle. He understood the danger of the situation, and made sure to hold the man’s head steady without being forceful. The ragged breath was a bad sign, but this Klingon wasn’t as close to death as the last victim.
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
V’Lar administered a hypospray, and something seemed better - maybe that was his imagination, but he’d take it.
V'Lar: Admiral, whilst I can temporarily stabilise the Klingon they do require urgent intensive care beyond what I can provide with a medkit. I would suggest we transport them to the Gorkon.
Taelon both agreed and hated it; another person rushed away before they could get much out of them. But what choice did they have? No ethical officer could leave the man dying on the floor.
Taelon: That’s probably best, yes…but we should stay…?
Reynolds / T. Sevo: Responses
They’d lost a lot of time already. And the code, be it a clue or a trap, was something.
Taelon: Com - Lieutenant Sevo, we should check the sideroom they indicated. If their assailants were after something, perhaps they’ve hidden it.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Taelon: Uhm, they said… ‘ The Red Circle’. Or maybe just Circle? Torghen, a name, Pak’argh, our first victim. Then - two, five, three, seven.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Taelon: It could be a code to a safe…?
He’d like it to be that simple. Perhaps a safe with the whole plan written out, and addresses provided…though even as he thought it, that’d be awfully suspicious if it was.
Reynolds / T. Sevo / V’Lar: Response
Lieutenant Taelon
Science Officer
USS Gorkon
O239303T10
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