MSNPC Ora-Pen: "Flying" (FAO Bridge (NT))

[Daniel Eastham]

(('The Rottweiler' Main Bridge))

::The ruse was going well, so far at least. There was no doubt in the mind of Ora-Pen though that the Captain was well aware of the true purpose of the Rottweiler and her sister ship lurking off her port bow. In a way, he was glad they had a brief of moment of speech before the true fight begun, it was always so much better to get to see your enemy eye to eye.::

Ill-Fon: The Albion is beginning to transport the shuttle in.

::The tactical officer gave Ora-Pen a look, which he returned with a shrug::

Ora-Pen: Then the trap is sprung, signal the Medusa to open fire. Take aim at their impulse engines and fire at will.

::There was no other word uttered as he lent back on his plush command chair, fingers steepled with that every present smirk on his lips as the orange of their stolen phasers lanced out and splashed against the Albions shields. The poor old Excelsior class would stand no chance against them, not with her ancient shields.

A few more hits rattled in, before that moment of arrogant triumph began to crack as the Albion barely wobbled under their barrage, her elegant lines completely non-plussed.::

Ora-Pen: Why are their shields still up?!

Ill-Fon: Our weapons are having no effect! Their shields are...

::His officers voice trailed off as the Albion suddenly turned it's tail, dancing with a grace completely out of character for her lumbering form. The tiny port's on her aft flared for a moment as she sped past, two hot-white globs of energy spinning towards them. He'd heard about Quantum Torpedo's, rumours that Starfleet had some terrible new weapon to replace the standard Photon's that most of the major military powers owned. Now here he was, at the wrong end of the firing line.

Their intelligence on the Albion had been incredibly wrong with deadly consequences, leaving Ora-Pen with only the choice of choosing the terms of his demise.

A hand reached for the injector next to him, slamming a blast of ATH into his veins as the confused, panicked voices of his crew evaporated around him in a haze of euphoria. The explosions became artwork, bathing him in a cleansing white light before consoles exploded around him like beautiful fireworks trapped in time. 

There was no fear, no anger as the narcotic twisted his reality even as his ship crumpled around him. Even the body of his tactical officer whirling overhead in more then a single peice didn't move him, all that mattered was the sensation of pleasure pulsing through every inch of him.

Stillness now, smoke hanging as the initial hit began to wear off, losing himself in the ringing of his ears as his viewscreen filled with a monstrous looking face. Carved from scale, an expression of stone. Ora-Pen had no false expectations about the afterlife, yet he had never expected the demons that came to greet him to hell would look so formidable::

Tatash: Orion Ships, you and your crews are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded. You and your crew are hereby under arrest, for attacking a Starfleet vessel in Federation space. Anything you do say may, and will, be given in evidence. Further hostile action will be met with lethal force.

::His head started to clear, glazed eyes focused on his console that was already broadcasting an automated surrender. It was a standard he'd installed for a situation just like this one, after all death was something best avoided if at all possible.::

Ora-Pen: Y..yes, of course... 

::He couldn't form the words, settling for slumping back in his chair smiling wistfully as blue flickers filled his vision, shattered walls replaced with the grey-clad nothingness of a holding cell surrounded by a dozen of his companions from both ships. Their eyes burned into him, faces morphing in twisted lines as he continued to stay under the influence of his beloved fix, their anger met only with the waves of pleasure emanating from his chemically tempered soul::

MSNPC Ora-Pen

Captain of The Rottweiler

by

Major. Tatash

Marine Lead

SB118 Operations

C239108T10