Major Tatash - Crash Bang Wallop
Dan Eastham
((Miranda Station - Common Area))
Cookie: :: Much head nodding :: Very professional.
Tatash: I’m guessing the new rulers are less than stellar.
Revak: she’s impressed. Most of the group around here are barely coherent. And if they are coherent, like the Overlords, they’re also hell bent on murder.
Tatash: Then I’m glad we’re not feeling any sympathy.
Cookie: Where’s that tall lady you sent off?
Tatash frowned. Kasun had gone to gather more intelligence, and the fact there was no alarms ringing or shots being fired made him feel comfortable at least that she was fine, the question was just where.
Taelon: Uh -
Tatash: Last we heard she’d gone to gather intelligence from wherever the snake den is on this station.
Amaase: ?
Revak: She had been headed to Pour Decisions. To find Cerestis.
Cookie: Then let’s go find her!
Tatash couldn’t help but chuckle as Cookie grabbed Taelons arm and started pulling him rather directly down one direction along the corridor.
Taelon: Wait, I -
Revak: Guess we’re going this way.
Tatash: I suggest you do as you’re told, she’s a scary one.
Amaase: ?
They found themselves moving back through towards the more crowded part of the station, although thankfully the same guard posts still paid them no attention. Revak and Cookie’s work had been flawless in ensuring they had that brief window to do their work.
That didn’t mean they could let their guard down though, nor do anything other than keep up a brisk-but-not-worried pace, the same clip someone would take heading towards a departure gate with less time than comfortable to spare.
Cookie: Oh look there she is!
Tatash let out a grumble of relief, their little team was reunited.
Kasun: Hey all. :: to Revak :: The lady you sent me to was, ah, not all that willing to be helpful. She was already being pestered by some familiar faces so I might have just arrived at the wrong time.
Revak: Pestered? ::he looked surprised.:: Popular lady.
Tatash: I can imagine who.
Amaase: ?
Cookie: Friends?
Kasun: Ashley, Shelia and Alora.
Tatash snorted, if that dream team of diplomats had been unsuccessful then they would have been better going in and putting a phaser to their head demanding information. Some people were just simply that ironclad with their locked lips that no amount of talking would get them to open up.
Tatash was certainly familiar with the diplomacy those types warrented.
Taelon: What’re they pestering her for?
Tatash looked expectantly towards Kasun.
Kasun: ?
Amaase/Cookie: ?
Revak: That sounds like a coup.
Whatever Gods were watching were certainly smiling down on them. While others seemed to have faces of concern, from Tatash’s perspective this was something to be celebrated, the perfect scapegoat for their act of sabotage that was about to occur.
But it would be costly, then again if it was just the criminals shooting at the fascists, he was certainly not going to lose any sleep over it.
Taelon: I - they’re trying to do that now? ::He paused.:: It’ll be a bloodbath.
Tatash: And we are about to light the fuse to it.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie:?
Revak: It will. The Overlords have a cache of weapons, and control of all of the environmental systems. Everyone else has a personal weapon or three and knowledge of the station.
True. He’d seen just about everyone packing some kind of weapon on their belt, from disrupters to archaic looking projectile weapons.
Tatash: Regrettable, but it sounds like this plot was already moving before we arrived, we’re just an accelerant.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie: ?
Revak: Not everyone here is a fighter, or a criminal. Most of the remaining regulars are people who consider this place home and have a job or business here.
Tatash paused at that. He was right, collateral damage was a very real possibility. What was about to become a warzone was full of civilians, the first shreds of realisation dawning on him.
They were about to start a war. A brief one, a violent one, but a war none the less.
Tatash: What do you propose??
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie: ?
Revak: How about this? Cookie comes with me, if that bay is going boom that’s a signal for a lot of complacent, peaceful people to get off this station. Let us help evacuate them.
Tatash: That would draw suspicion away from you, but only as long as the chaos continues.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie/Revak: ?
Tatash: We can’t help. ::he paused, looking at the others:: I know you want to, morally it’s the correct thing to do, but we’re a covert unit. We’ve done our job; we need to leave. If we’re caught…
He didn’t need to express the implications. Starfleet Officers caught blowing up ships while negotiations were ongoing would be some serious headlines. Headline that would see each of them, and the fleet, buried under a wave of investigation as every second was audited and justified.
Every moment added more risk.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie/Revak: ?
Tatash: That’s an order. We’re doing our job so the others can do theirs.
He turned his attention back to Revak and Cookie, his expression softening somewhat.
Tatash: Our ships comm frequency is 242.81, as soon as you have done all you can either get yourself out or call us for immediate beamout. If you get another ship in the air hail us, we’ll ensure you have safe passage out of the system.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie/Revak: ?
Tatash: You’re good people. We’ve got your back, I promise.
He lifted the Detonator just slightly and thumbed the trigger.
There wasn’t an explosion, there was a reason he’d chosen to use imploding devices, because for a split second there was nothing. He could almost imagine those tiny singularity’s flaring up and swallowing huge chunks of concrete and metal.
Almost on time there was a rumbling, a rumbling that developed into a monstrous crashing sound that felt like the station itself was collapsing above them, but aside from some dust falling from the ceiling overhead there was no ill effects in this common area, the real damage confined by those monstrous hanger doors.
A split second later the area was thrown into chaos, the white lighting replaced by a pulsing red, angry sounding klaxon’s wailing as indicators flashed towards emergency exit points or back towards ship gates for departure. Flashes of light of a dozen emergency transporters taking away the more well to do passengers flickered in the area.
To the Guards credit, they immediately switched their attention towards the Civilians, controlling the seething mass of people well enough to keep any sense of panic low key, some whispered about a ship crashing, others speculated that a fuel tank had ruptured.
Believable things, for now.
Kasun/Amaase/Cookie/Revak: ?
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Major Tatash
Military Intelligence
Starbase 118 Ops
C239108T10