Lt JG Vailani Zoyara - Captive Guests
Luxa Lorana
((Shuttlebay, CSS Juggernaut ‘Persecutor’))
((OOC - This is a timeskip from the Rubicon))
The Rubicon had been boarded, and then escorted into the behemoth ship they now know was dubbed the Persecutor. An apt named she thought as they entered through the large, dark hangar bay doors. They entered the jaws of the beast.
They were held in the back of the runabout, seven of the spiderbots surrounded the survivors from the Ronin. Clara was restless, she struggled against her sleep. Crewman Bo had managed to stabilise her yet he seemed pensive. Her skin was worryingly pale and balmy.
Zoy inhaled a deep breath as she rubbed her neck and locked eyes with Vomek.
At least they had something. She only hoped that the Ronin would intercept the transponder signal, which she had set to connect with Starfleet's operations protocols, encrypting the transponder with her Starfleet ID - it should appear as noise to anyone unfamiliar with Starfleet personnel. She could only hope that someone on the bridge would notice.
The Rubicon landed roughly, with a crash and a bang they were to meet their fate.
The procession went quickly. The robotic creatures held Zoy and Vomek apart. They had designated them as the leaders of the group it would seem. The others were taken away.
Zoy and Vomek could only watch.
Then a non-robotic entered the Rubicon. He held a PADD in his grubby hand. He was an overweight Andorian, who wore stained clothing and as he neared her, she could smell a foul odour from him. Her face twisted in disgust.
Jath: :: to Vailani :: What? :; indicates the spiderbots :: They can’t smell, can they? :: he laughed as if all of this was some joke ::
oO was this the mastermind that fooled us? Oo
Vailani: Are you the leader of the Consortium?
Vomek: Response
The Andorian squared his shoulders, a look of delight passed over his face as he moved closer to Zoy.
Jath: :: sleazy :: What if I am? :: eyes her up :: We would fetch a good price for you. Bajorans are popular -
Vailani: :: defiant :: I’d rather die. What did you do to the others?
Vomek: Response
Jath: :: shrugs :: Your loss. I could have made your time here more pleasant. Your friends are okay. Mister Wrath has no desire to harm his guests … For now. They’ll be taken care of in our medical bay. We’re quite civilised you know :: looks to his time piece :: Oh well, it’s almost dinner time.
He looked both of them up and down.
Jath: You can’t go to dinner like that. It just won’t do - he won’t be happy.
He clicked his fingers several times and several bots flew towards him. They resembled flying insects, around the size of a large animal.
Jath: Follow them, and they’ll take you to a changing area.
He touches the side of his head, and beneath his skin, a red glowing. He had some kind of transponder himself. The insectbots and others began to move.
oO an interface with the bots themselves Oo
Vailani: Who are we having dinner with? This Mister Wrath, is he the leader of the Consortium?
Vomek: Response
Jath: You’ll learn soon enough :: he shudders :: They all do. :: impatient :; Now, go! The bots have your new clothes and facilities for you to freshen yourself up.
Zoy looked at the unwashed Andorian.
Jath: Worry not Bajoran! I won’t be joining you for dinner.
((Timeskip - After they’ve changed and freshened up))
((Private Dining Room, CSS Juggernaut ‘Persecutor’))
Zoy and Vomek were reunited moments before they were pushed by the bots into a lavish dining room. A long table, elaborately set for three, that would have looked well-placed in a state dining room.
She was wearing a delicate silk dress that she had been given little choice of wearing. It was an ivory colour, and more feminine than she would have chosen.
((OOC - this ))
She glanced to Vomek and had to double take as he was wearing the exact same dress as she was.
There was a single diner, who looked like he’d already begun eating. He held a goblet of wine in the air and tipped the glass to them, and beckoned them to take a seat.
Jath: Patched and cleaned up, just like you said boss. There was another
one but the bots did a number on her. Medical bay is trying to patch her
up now.
Zoy glared at the man, she held her head high. Wrath then smiled. She glared at him, if her fury was a weapon he’d have been melted to his bone.
Wrath: Ah, excellent...I'm so glad we were able to render aid in your time
of need. Starfleet being rescued for once...there's an irony there I'm
finding quite...delicious.
Vailani: We wouldn’t have had to be rescued if you hadn’t attacked us in the first place. :: anger :: What is this all about?! Is this some kind of a game to you?!
She tried to breath, she needed to keep her cool for as long as she could. She only hoped the Ronin had intercepted the signal.
Vomek: Response
With a nod Jath shoved the seething Bajoran girl and rigid Vulcanoid man
into chairs opposite his own before stepping back, a hand hovering near a
disruptor pistol in his belt. Singen made a show of shaking his head in
disapproval.
Wrath: Now now that's hardly a polite way to treat our guests, Jath.
There's no reason we can't conduct ourselves like civilized beings. The
Consortium is not some organization of monstrous villains and arch
criminals. Although we have gained something of a reputation
for...directness in the way we conduct our business.
Vailani: What business would make you so bold to attack Starfleet? You call attacking and butchering innocent people conducting business? You’re nothing but a thug and a criminal.
Vomek: Response
Wrath leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his wine, a delightfully
dry varietal from an Acamarian vineyard in which the Consortium had a
controlling interest.
Wrath: Is that so, young woman? I'd think you of all people would
appreciate the value of the Consortium's approach to free enterprise. It
certainly aided your people during the troubles with the Cardassians. In
fact your people were among our earliest partners but just as you were
getting interesting you became...lapdogs for the Federation. Such a
disappointment.
Vailani: Consortium? Never heard of it. You helped Bajor during the occupation? My father fought with the resistance.
Zoy knew that she had to keep him talking. If she could give the Ronin an indication of where they were going, it was the only hope for rescue.
Vomek: Response
Tags/TBC!
