MSNPC Administrator B'ab - Walk In The Shadows
Martin Tucker
Administrator B’hab punched the mute button on the comlink with the Federation ship. He’d have to give the Captain some credit by saying the system was unclaimed. It wasn’t that it was ‘uncliamed’ but they were in the middle of the legal groundwork to claim the Ross 580 System as under Alliance control. It was either that or just conquer the system and be done with it. But that’s why he was more of a blunt object instead of a lawyer. Point him in the direction of something that needed to be taken care of, where military might shows better than the might of a pen and contract.
In his pacing, he glanced up at the view scree and alarms sounded at the same time.
Helm: Sir?
It seemed as though their prey had moved closer to the moon, putting themselves between the Rising and Moon Sigma. He was pretty sure the Andorians’ thinking was that they wouldn’t fire on the Ronin with the expectation that they’d end up hitting the Moon by accident. News flash, the Sencha reactor didn’t go as planned, and as unpredictable as Sencha radiation was, they continued to work with it and harness it. He might as well nuke it in orbit. But that does bring a problem; even if they turned it into a smoldering mass of radioactive slag, it would most likely poison the entire system. It would be most likely thousands of years before the system would even be approachable.
B’hab: Manager Che’Iota steady, they’ve moved themselves into position between us and our reactor. Bring us about to heading 1-3-6 mark 3. Load torpedo tubes, but do not prime them. Just let them know we’ve got some ready. Manager F’r’ac’k reopen the comm channel.
The main view screen was split into three views: one of the Ronin, and one with eyes on the station, thanks to a probe in the area. The last one was Lieutenant Commander V’len Kel’s service jacket. A man of medicine turned man of science. He was highly decorated and an Andorian/Trill hybrid. So he had several hundred years on him when it came to life experiences. It did not matter though, he was under orders to clear the system by any means necessary.
B’hab: Speak carefully, or your own words may doom you, Commander Kel….
Kel: =/\= Response =/\=
Watching that man’s visage on his view screen made his stomach turn. Two different species procreating, just the thought of it, disgusted him and made him hate the man a little more. He found Adorians formidable, but scum. And don’t start with the Trill, slugs in the guts? No, thank you. That made shiver run down B’hab’s repaired spine.
B’hab: ::he waved a cloaked hand dismissively:: I simply do not care for your excuses, Commander.
Kel: =/\= Response =/\=
B’hab stepped back up to his command station and punched in a series of codes that transferred all but helm and communications through his console.
B’hab: Manager Che’lota engage at one-third impulse power, keep your distance, and bring her around to see if we can settle in behind the Ronin. He wanted to keep a ‘respectful’ distance, but what he was really doing is causing doubt and the will-they-won’t-they conundrum. It was always about keeping your adversary on his toes. Make no mistake, the Ronin will not be allowed to leave the system. One way or another.
Kel: =/\= Response =/\=
B’hab: You’re lucky we’re not boarding you right now, Captain. From what I can tell is you have an internal problem; it must be my Tholian counterparts.
Kel: =/\= Response =/\=
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