Ensign T’Fearne - Braking Bad!
teayl.thorn
((OOC: No Tags, just catching up with this one. With Andrea on LOA and Tzim-Shah in this scene that I’m responding to, I thought it logical that he would assist T’Fearne with Karai, so I have assumed some action taken to match up with people's sims. Please let me know if there is any issue, and I’ll re-work it.))
((Maintenance Tunnel, Separated Segment of the Soliton Express))
WHOMP
The train lurched violently—like a titanic chrome serpent recoiling from an unseen strike. The floor beneath them spasmed with unnatural force. Overhead lights flared—too bright—then sputtered, extinguishing into a suffocating darkness.
A fraction of a heartbeat later, gravity vanished.
T’Fearne’s next step launched her into nothingness. There was no footing—no control. She twisted in a graceless spin, her body weightlessly flailing. Something hard—elbow, bulkhead, maybe a limb—cracked against her phaser and it spun from her grasp, lost to the dark.
T’Fearne: The train—gravity’s out!
The corridor became a chaotic spin of bumping limbs and curses. T’Fearne crashed into what she thought was the ceiling with a yelp. Her hands shot out, catching the cold cylinder of a service pipe. Pain jolted through her shoulder, but she held on. Her head spun with the disorientation—floor and ceiling were meaningless now.
Her sharp hearing picked up various sounds through the void.
Raga: Grab something to steady yourself if you can!
A pulse of red flashed in her vision. The dim red glow of the emergency lighting pulsed dimly through the corridor, illuminating the scene below/above her vantage point, clinging to the ceiling.
She hooked a boot under a service pipe and caught sight of the Arkarian, drifting close. T’Fearne reached out, fingers catching his sleeve to halt his drift, steadying his spin until a terrible realisation struck—he had slipped his cuffs.
She reacted, trying to grab his wrists, but his reach was longer than hers, and a large hand clamped down on her wrist like a vice.
T’Fearne: Don’t resist. You are under arrest!
Teelinar: Got you!
The detainee laughed somewhat hysterically in her face and wrenched her free from her grip to the ceiling, sending them both into a free spin in the corridor once more.
Raga: I will stun you if I have to.
T’Fearne: Tzim-Shah! Can you control your friend here?
With the target's grip on her wrist, she clamped his wrist with her free hand and twisted her body up until she could put boots on his ribs, wrenching back. It seemed like Tzim-Shah was providing some assistance to her with his tall acquaintance, wrapping his good arm around the Arkarian's head in a calm-down grip. She felt a thump against her shin that made her leg lance with pain, losing purchase with that foot, the limb drifting numbly behind her.
Teelinar: N-no! Look..."moron"! ::He said, using the Tellarite's expression from before.::
The comment was muffled, but startling with its absurdity.
T'Fearne: :: indignant :: I’m…what? I’m a Vulcanoid, not a Mourn! You think I look like a Mourn! What is wrong with you?:: brows scrunched together as she wrangled the prisoner's free limbs::
oO Of all the odd insults to level at a being…Oo
T’Fearne nealy lost her grip in surprise, no one had ever said anything so baza to her before and she had heard all the half-breed slers that teenage Betazoids could emotionally tailor to deliver the most devastating blow.
He gestured wildly down the corridor.
oO Oh! Oo
Realising at the last minute that a large piece of equipment was spinning towards them, she let go and kicked off the tall one’s chest, pushing him and Timz-shah off, sending herself in the opposite direction, mostly out of harm's way, though the equipment clipped the tall one.
Teelinar: ::Gritting his teeth.:: Fine. Latch them more tightly this time, your restraints are a joke!
Toryn tapped the comm icon on his Tribracer and hailed their pickup pilot.
Raga: =/\= Raga to Singh, we have Emzai. Are you still able to pick us up? Tuck’s decoupling trick sent us for a spin. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Pavlova is still right where you left it, Commander...although I'm not sure about the Sojourn. Please advise Commander Tucker that I would appreciate a heads up before he executes any more...tricks. Sir. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Understood, we’re almost to the airlock. Let us know when you’re ready for pickup. And if you can arrest this car's spin, that’d be much appreciated. =/\=
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, I'll see what I can do. Standing by for extraction. Pavlova out. =/\=
The compartment spun wildly with the artificial gravity inactive, and the whole train section began to drift out of alignment. At least the inertial dampeners seemed to be functional, otherwise, their organic bodies could be smears against the bulkhead.
Another WHOMP resounded, with the clatter of equipment following it and the gravity return. T’Fearne was waiting for that moment and managed to drop soundly to the deck, her leg only slightly buckling as she landed.
Teelinar: ::To Tzim-Shah:: Karai Teelinar. Believe it or not, my name used to mean something.
Emzai: :: softly laughs :: Now it won't mean anything. No one will remember you, Karai. Your world will move on, the great name of Teelinar will become nothing more than a mispronounced footnote in some historians textbook. Hardly worth noting at all. You could have stood for something more. One of the Grus Betans.
She had retrieved her errant phaser and renewed grip on the Arkarian—Emzai had called him Karai—and felt him shiver slightly at the self-proclaimed Grus Betan’s words.
Raga: When we get in front of the Captain you can tell him why you endangered millions of people for a petty vendetta.
Teelinar: ::False bravado, to Emzai.:: You claim to have the backing of "your people." But where are they, hm? You hired me, you hired Dez, and that Aamaarazan, but why did none of your people come to your aid? I'm not afraid of you!
Emzai: My people are safe and they have their own work to do. You think I would take my loyal followers to die?
T’Fearne: :: Quietly:: Don’t listen to her. Just focus on yourself. :: warning :: No more foolishness either, or I will stun you and we will drag you aboard our ship. You will receive medical care aboard the Ronin soon enough. Go with Tzim-Shah.
Raga and Emzai moved forward, Karai followed at a distance, and the two security officers brought up the rear, T’Fearne with only a slight hitch in her step, following at a distance.
Raga: You hate us for the loss of Grus Beta Three, but I wonder how many Sigmans are going to hate you for the losses they suffered because of this. For your sake, I hope you didn’t just create a dozen like you who will one day seek the same revenge on you.
Teelinar: ::To T'Fearne, as he passes by.:: You're as strong as the big one over there, know that?
He jerked his head towards Tzim-Shah, indicating the "big one."
This brought an involuntary twitch of a smile to her lips, as Tzim-Shah—whom she shareded a department with, but had never served together on a mission—was big in personality, but the Tellarite officer was several inches shorter than both of them.
It was a moment of reprieve and a distraction from Emzai, though T’Fearne couldn’t fully ignore the woman's words that seemed like wild ramblings. Though they clearly meant something to Raga.
Emzai: I welcome them to avenge their losses. It would mean they cut off the shackles of Federation values. They come to me with a blade in hand, I'll have freed them from their slavery.
The commander just shook his head and urged them towards the airlock.
Raga: The only one enslaved is you, to your own hatred and loathing.
T’Fearne couldn’t help but agree.
[No tags / TBC]
===============================
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14