They Must Be Crazy

 Episode Name:  They Must Be Crazy

   Written By:  Grey

         Cast:  Caeli, Donavon, Foster, Gravos Tranner, Green, Grey, Jopel, Krylow, Leth Kendan, Nicolo Trebar, 
                Nixon, O'Rielly and Sam.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Grey

     Aired On:  Mon May 30 21:11:40 2005

     Stardate:  55007.2

Time: Sun May 29 20:59:47 2005

Stardate: 55004.8

The flight from the station to Torda takes around three days, most of which is spent with the team wondering if the ship will actually make it. While in flight, O'Rielly handed out the fake identities. Foster is a known arms dealer named Galias Santano, Caeli a mercenary named Gid Taza, O'Rielly a computer hacker named Leon Burke, Donavon a wanted murderer and thief named Jessie McGregor, Krylow a smuggler and on again off again pirate named Derick Shack and finally Green, a bounty hunter named Jackie Madison.

Having arrived in Datalia Space Port aboard the chartered, and rather old, merchant ship the Starfleet undercover team has scouted the city of Datalia. Most of the city is rather beautiful, but they quickly found that the area the meet is to occur in is about the most rundown and unamanged area. The square was once a cultural center, of that you can be sure, but now its a criminal center. Scouting done, the team has assembled a few blocks away from the square as the clock ticks towards midnight.

"We have only a few minutes before our meet time, so let's split up into twos or threes and make our way," Foster says. "A group of six is suspicious even here, I'd gather." He adds. "And luck, everyone. We may need it."

O'Rielly smirks towards Foster, feeling his cleanly shaven head and face, leaving only his eyebrows for hair on his head. "Let's do this." He just starts walking out towards the statue, looking around as he does.

Caeli cracks his knuckles once, getting his game face on. Gid Taza is not a bubbly Bolian, he is a battle-scarred, weathered mercenary, and Caeli does his level best to play the part. Including looking mildly imposing. He follows along with Foster.

After listening to Foster's orders, Krylow glances to Green and grins a little. "Time to play, isn't it?" he asks, before turning and moving a little behind O'Rielly and towards the square.

Knuckles crack, buckled under pressure, as Donavon pops 'em against her chin. "Right. Green what say you and I do a little window shopping?" is called out as she flips her ID closed, sliding it in her back pocket. She flips on the coyish swagger and impish gleam on and follows the group out.

. o O Donavon thinks, "Wanted murderer and thief. Not the first time I've been pegged as such."

"Sounds like a plan," Tay murmurs, and reaches out a 'one sec' gesture toward Donavon before moving, to let the boys get a little bit ahead before moving.

As they approach the square, a statue looms in the center. Paint, dirt and things less...clean mark it up. One arm of the man is broken off. The square at this time of night is quiet and empty. A few people wander back and forth, but there isn't anyone near the statue.

. o O Green thinks, "Man, we are going to look so conspicuous gathering round that thing."

Foster saunters, yes, having turned that flyboy confidence of his ALL the way up. If you thought he was a brat before, you ain't seen nothin' yet. As he nears the statue, he clucks his tongue and shakes his head, and then makes like he's *supposed* to be here.

O'Rielly glances to Foster, "Northeast boss, I'll watch the other corner." He starts walking around slowly, turning towards the southwest.

Donavon spans the outside perimeter at a brisk pace while inconspicuously surveying the surrounding buildings. Eyes squint through the darkness to make out any shadowy figures. She smirks and quietly grunts before casting a sidelong glance to Green. Taps to her wrist proceed a facial twitch in silently communicating - 'Spot anything yet?'

Caeli goes past Foster to settle himself against the statue, leaning back and folding his arms. He nods once, and looks around the square dubiously.

Green's gaze sweeps the square briefly as she ambles along, then a shake of her head in answer to Donavon. An eyebrow lifts slightly at O'Rielly's words, but she doesn't look toward him.

Grey wonders into the square behind Foster and O'Rielly, making his way to the statue without fuss of squantering. Reaching the statue he wanders right up and pretends to relieve himself on the opposite side, letting him look to the northeast as he does.

Krylow wonders into the square behind Foster and O'Rielly, making his way to the statue without fuss of squantering. Reaching the statue he wanders right up and pretends to relieve himself on the opposite side, letting him look to the northeast as he does.

Foster lets out a breath, checking his chrono, but not with worry, but rather, seeming impatience. He squints up at the sky, eying, amongst other things, the top of the statue.

Caeli starts examining the back of his hand, glancing to the southwest every once in a while.

O'Rielly just stands, watching the square patiently.

There's some noise from the North East area, a hacking, rather productive sounding cough followed by a noise best not described. Leth reaches up to scratch his nose, eyeing Sam. "Ya gonna do it or do I gotta show you how, like with everything else?"

Green makes her way eventually to the statue, settling a hand on it to balance herself as she lifts a heel to examine it. Her nose crinkles at whatever she finds there, and she firmly puts her foot down again.

. o O Green thinks, "Eeewww"

Donavon checks the rooftops during the security walk, cautious in nature, before spying down alleyways. Nothing discovered, the wanted murderer still keeps a firm lookout. "Bloody waits," she murmurs lowly to Green. "This is why I prefer the snatch and go method."

Nixon leans lazily against the side of a building, chewing absently on some sort of cheap nutrient bar. "Someone better do something. Or I will. Just to get this other with."

Sam grumbles as he enters from the northeastwards. The man has a certain distinctive slouch and shuffling manner to him. Even as he arrives with the others he can be heard a bit off grumbling, "Hey you wanna do it? Come on and get it. Just ah gimme a moment. Buncha pakleds, he said I could do it an' I will." He grumbles muttering towards the others, pausing as they begin to enter into the square. Absently the man raises the small round device to his face he shakes it a few times eyeing it as if searching it for a moment scratching his less than kempt hair with the device before he gives off a faint ah. Aiming it absently towards the statue from the northeast taking a few moments before flashing it in quick short bursts of light, three times before shutting the device off. "There, you bleedin' happy? No patience."

Jopel peers at the others for a moment, then glances away toward the statue. "With the amount of noise you guys are making," he mutters quietly, "We might as well have shouted and waved them over."

Krylow finishes his little act, and then steps up beside Green and Donavon. "Come on, ladies, its much more fun to watch as the little kids try and play grown up. I wonder if this guy we're meeting will let up spank the kids he is sending?"

Caeli looks up and walks to the other side of the statue. "Three of them that I can see," he informs Foster quietly. "May be more of them."

Foster glances in the direction of the flashing lights, glances down at his chrono one more time, then puts it away. He turns his head to one side, spits, and says, "Let's move." He begins to head towards the northeast, not, apparently, in any hurry. "We're on, it seems."

Donavon slightly slouches to cock her hip out to one side. Her hand plants upon it once she spots the beams of light. "About time. Another minute and I'd have yanked boss to sum this as a bust." She spits. "Amateurs." Eyes rolling, she aims to clip Krylow on the shoulder while meandering to the rear. "Want to bet on how many kidlets we get to spank? I'm guessing three this time. Feels like a lucky number. Jackie?"

O'Rielly turns around at Foster's word and just nods. He follows along like everyone else will be doing.

Green has to quickly muffle a cough at Krylow's words, shooting him a quick look, then her gaze turns at Foster's words, and she turns to head after him. "Well, if you're taking three, I'll take lucky number seven."

. o O Green thinks, "Funny you should mention that, Alek."

Leth Kendan snorts and shakes his head. "Buncha amateurs," he mutters. "Kids playing dress up. Call me if and when they get here." He glances out over the square, lips twisted in a grimace.

Caeli follows along in Foster's wake, looking about for any sparks of interest.

Nixon makes a rude sound in the back of his throat, and tosses the half-eaten nutrient bar away, carelessly, as the visitors approach. "Some of 'em are kinda cute, in that drunken shag sort of way. Mebbe we can party after business gets done."

Krylow makes his way over with Green and Donavon, smirking as he does. "Now, now, I can see four little kids up ahead. I wonder if they shave yet? What do you think, bossman?

Jopel sighs. "Can we just get this over with," he says softly, eyeing the approaching persons with thinly disguised distaste. "I didn't take this job for my sparkling customer service skills."

Sam makes his flash and just waits now leaning against the wall. He studies and shrugs, "Jus' the same as usual." He eyes the flashlight again and slides it away stretching, "They shoor do dawdle." He drawls out shifting, glancing to Nixon and snorts, "How would you know what a drunken shag, kinda way' is. Drunk enough ta shag you is dead to most medics." He taunts. "Speakin' of which, if they don't wanna come. I know a party later tanight, anyone game?"

Foster finally clears the distance between the groups. "Took your sweet time," Foster says, calmly, even cavalierly. "Shall we?" He only glances at the men once, not seeming to care for them at all.

O'Rielly just steps in line behind Foster. He seems a little twitchy, and he feels his bald head again, and looks down at an old Ferengi tricorder and bajoran PADD on his belt.

Leth Kendan is saved from answering Sam by the arrive of "The Group." He looks Foster up and down slowly, indolently. "Near as I can tell," he drawls, "T'ain't you runnin the show, pretty boy. What's your hurry? Needin' to get those pieces you're tryin' to pass off as ladies off to the Orions? Don't think you're going to get a whole lot for that one." He jerks his chin in Tay's direction. "Though the other one's got some meat on her bones." As if the women aren't even there.

Nixon smirks at Leth's commentary. "Hey, leave one for me."

Jopel tosses something of a leer at Green, then Donavon, and smirks faintly, but otherwise silences himself for now when the two groups intersept.

Krylow wraps an arm around Tay's shoulders and smirks to Leth Kendan. "Now, now, an Orion would be happy to have Jackie as a slave wench. No, they like their girls meek and cowardly, just like them. Only people I know worse are Andorians," he returns, smirking a little more. "Now why don't you go play with the other kids," he says, jerking his chin to Nixon. "Or did they make you cry by being mean to you?"

Donavon tugs on her gloves and betting in an amused tone. "Two slips that Jackie mucks his face." Impishly, she smiles, teeth glistening, as she wanders up to the rear, halts, and exchanges looks with the shadowed faces. A smirk to her comrades, Krylow and Green, says all -- kids.

Green's gaze focuses in on Leth /real/ fast. She takes a step forward toward him, eyes narrowed, and... And Leth should thank his lucky stars that Krylow intervenes. She glances sideways toward Donavon, muttering, "Business now. Fun later."

Caeli is silent, keeping his arms folded and standing at Foster's side. At Krylow's comment, he smirks. "I guess you han't had many Andorian women, no?"

Sam just grins at Foster as he speeks. Smirking toothily with the slightly faded teeth. He gives off a raucous laugh at Leth's comment, then smiles at Foster smirking, "Easy buddy, don' be shootin' the messenger., ya don' want to irritate the guides do ya? The toll price may jus' go." He jerks a thumb at Leth and as his eyes join the others in studying donavon an Tay, "Ya don' wanna even ask what his price can get up to be." He says with a crooked grin. He smiles as Green steps forward, "Ah what's this the girly wants ta be the first one ta be searched? Well just to be sure, be still there lass mmm? We don't want anyone to mistakenly think you've got anything to hide hmm? We're all good hones' people here mmm?" The crooked grin never fades as he moves towards Green with a smirk as he motions for her to turn around an absent glances towards Jopel for a moment then back across the arriving group."

"No, I'm thinkin' you're right, Gid," Foster replies. "He hasn't had many Andorian women. But then, what can you expect. When you got it, you flaunt it." The way he says it suggests that when you *don't* have it... you're an Andorian bravado. "Let's get on with it, already. If you're going to accost my women anyway, may as well get started. Sooner you get up to it, sooner we can get down to business."

O'Rielly can't help but laugh at that a little bit. He looks over towards the ladies for a moment before looking straight ahead.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "I'm sorry Meg and Tay"

Green turns her head to give Sam a cool look, then she rolls her eyes a bit as she moves a few steps forward. Arms lifting away from her sides, she turns as requested. "You played with fire as a kid, didn't ya, mister." She shoots a look at Foster- giving Sam the opportunity to get up in any way is not on /her/ agenda.

Jopel reaches into his tunic, slowly, and produces a rather beat-up looking, older-model tricorder. He flips it open delicately and cradles it as if it were made of solid gold-pressed latinum that he was trying to shield from view. Of course, with the blinking lights and soft whirring, it soon becomes apparant what he's doing.

Nixon continues to eye the newcomers, getting more than his fill of Donavan in a lingering, crude stare. "That one looks like she knows how to please a guy... and looks like she's been knocked around until she got it right. I'm looking forward to getting business out of the way."

Leth Kendan leers at Green and gestures to Sam. "C'mon girly. Don't struggle much and it'll be over quick. We may even leave you with some clothes to walk home in." And then, that quick, she's dismissed and the Andorian turns to study O'Rielly. "You nervous about something, Shiny?"

Donavon drops a hand to her hip, grin lopsided. "Be careful where ye touch, kiddies. Us, women, are likely to return the 'favor' with extra pressure." To emphasize the 'favor', she pops a knuckle as passes a hinted glance to the kids' vulnerable soft areas. Soft boastful laughter follows ending with a smirk at Nixon. "Child, you couldn't last three minutes with me. What makes you think you'll survive an entire night?" She flips her hair to easily dismiss the onlooker.

Krylow chuckles softly and shrugs. "How many times do I need to be disappointed with Andorian wenches before I move on?" he asks rhetorically before looking to Leth. "Nothing to say, I see," he says, shaking his head. "I take you all won't mind us making sure you're on the level too?"

. o O Green thinks, "These guys make Orions look /good/."

Sam flashes his same grin at the whole group. He leers appreciatively at Green as she turns studying and offers a faint grin at Leth as well shaking his head ruefully. He steps forward now and begins to brush down Tay's sides and up against each thigh. He's brisk but certainly displays no small amount of enjoyment on searching the woman. Leaning forward he does seem to whisper something to Tay for a few moments as the search goes on.

Sam whispers to Green, "Like me or not, Jackie-gal. I hear you ain't so bad as far as catching bounties. If you tire of dese lowlifes later tonight. Come find me, hmmm honey? I know a couple good heads that might turn a pretty penny for two of us if you're half as good as you say. Just ask around for Sammy hmm? And you do seem to have quite the good kind of muscle I might be looking for on these."

. o O Krylow thinks, "I sure hope Starfleet Intelligence got it right. I can't imagine these clowns actually stealing Starfleet equipment."

. o O Foster is bored, apparently. "Let's get through these peons to the guy we're here to see and get our business done."

Foster looks, and sounds, bored. "Can we get on with this? We don't have all night, and I'm sure your boss doesn't either."

O'Rielly doesn't look at anybody but Leth now, how addressed him. He smirks for a moment before saying, "Only thing I'm nervous about is that you'll have to search me, and that it ain't quite these ladies you're interested in."

Green shifts slightly, preparing to drop a booted heel on Sam's instep- purely accidentally- but then she pauses, turning her head slightly to listen to him. Slowly one corner of her mouth rises in a feral half-grin, and she gives a slight nod, murmuring, "Got that right. We ready to go?"

GAME: Jopel contests his Personal Equipment vs Routine and Succeeds.

Leth Kendan rolls his shoulders at O'Rielly and just grins, displaying a full set of the nastiest, ugliest, back-woods decayed teeth imaginable. "I hope you ain't got a problem with that, Shiny. Though, pretty boy over there's got the right of it. We need to get movin'. C'mon, Sam. Quit flirtin with slave-bait. You can do that later, before you turn that little piece over to the slavers. You should get enough to at least get a drink, maybe even a shower." He moves toward Sam, ignoring Krylow, for the time being.

. o O Green thinks, "Yuck. I'm gonna have to take about a dozen showers now."

Nixon blows Donavan a kiss. "Don't overestimate yourself, sweetcheeks. Though if you have that kinda stamina, you could make a great living as a working girl around here. For some of the kinkier Klingons, maybe." He snorts as the others insist on moving on, and jams his hands into his pockets.

Jopel glances up from the tricorder, over to Sam. "They're clean, looks like," he says.

Caeli shifts his weight a bit, where he stands beside Foster. "For Bird's sake, cut the bravado and let's get on with this," he says rather gruffly. Impatient, it seems.

Donavon flashes Nixon a gesture to his back. "Keeping on dreaming." Moving in alongside Krylow, she snorts. "This is why dealing with kids is a pain. Thinking of their next score rather than getting down to business."

Sam finishes his search tapping a few of the items on Green and offers to the others, "The usual, knives tricorder, padd, real celebrities this one. No phaser or disruptor. Only thing smoking and green here is this one hmm?" He laughs hardly grinning at Green for a moment, "Hey I was jus' talkin' a little business hmm?" He laughs softly glancing at the group, "Real stiff necks huh? Damned off-worlders. Ain' no sense of things always in a rush. I'm good here." He offers with a shrug offering to Jopel, "Lead the way hmm? Me an' Leth can keep up in the back. Nix prolly wans ta talk and hold hands with his new girlfriend."

Krylow glances to Donavon and chuckles a little. "That, and they need to show off to their friends and make it home for curfew." He turns towards Nixon and asks, "Speaking of curfews, shouldn't you shut up and get moving before your boss starts to worry that you got lost again?"

Foster glances over towards O'Rielly and Krylow. "We're clean, they say. Are they?" The guy didn't say 'no' to us scanning them, after all. "Once that's done, let's get a move on. I need my beauty sleep." That last sentence is *thoroughly* laced with sarcasm.

GAME: Krylow contests his Personal Equipment vs Routine and Marginally Fails.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Personal Equipment/Tricorder vs Routine and Succeeds.

Jopel gives a noncommital shrug in response to Sam, and manages to dart a faintly hostile look at Foster when he orders the counter-scan. But he is right, nobody's declared it off-limits, so it resigns himself to a sullen expression as he takes the lead, continuing to hold his own tricorder. So he can scan the counterscan, or something.

Nixon makes a "keep jabbering" gesture at Krylow and the Gang, and pulls another nutrient bar from a pocket. Unwrapping it, he starts chewing on it, idly, while waiting for everyone to get organized enough to get moving.

O'Rielly looks to Foster, "Just like us boss... well, not exactly, but you know what I mean."

. o O Jopel thinks, "Jopel, scan them. Jopel, lead the way. Jopel change the broken light panel. I'm so underappreciated around here. And underpaid..."

Krylow glances to Foster and flips open his tricorder to run a scan. After a moment, he sighs a little. "You know Galias, next time you want to pull a deal like this let us know ahead of time. This tricorder I scrounged up is garbage."

Leth Kendan remains still, looking bored as the scans are going on.

Green's gaze shifts round the group before she turns with a chuckle, shrugging her jacket back into place. She nudges at Sam with her shoulder, agreeing, "Real good. You can search me anytime, Sammy." With a wink toward him, she melts back toward Krylow and Donavon.

Caeli could probably sympathize with the other blue one in the group, looking around as the scans and counter-scans bore him to proverbial tears.

. o O Krylow thinks, "James would love that act, Tay. Just melt for it."

. o O Green shudders. "Turn that little piece over to the slavers? Oh man, please, don't let us screw this up."

Sam glances to other three and offers a shrug. "If we wanted to shoot you, we would have done it before coming out in the open. Come on then, I got a party to get to tonight." He smirks at Green, "Just keep in mind what I said hmm, and I may just take you up on that, be careful." He offers and then to Krylow, "If ya cain' handle it feel free to let Jo' dere have a look at it he's a bit of a whiz with these things." He offers, "Forward march then, as dem fleet jarheads would say, march march hut two three four." The man says with a laugh. "Buncha nutbags."

Donavon pops a dubious eyebrow at Green's tease and eyes land on her to demand answers. "Don't tell me you're diggin' that lump?" Her thumb jerks at Sam. "Even Bruno for Brains," a look at Nixon, "is a better fetch and that ain't sayin' much, Jackie." As she speaks, an eye idle glances to Krylow's tricorder.

"But Derick, you're always going on about how self-sufficient and quick you are," Foster responds, then adds with a hint of amusement. "And I'm not talking about your timing with the ladies this time." Once the scanning is done, he looks back at the group, particularly Leth. "So. The scanning's done. I'm clean. My team is clean. You're clean. Can we get going now?" He rolls his eyes, and drawls. "At least Fleeters actually keep to timetables. You can set y'r chrono by them."

O'Rielly smirks towards his boss, putting his tricorder away now.

Leth Kendan simply looks to Foster and smiles that nasty, foul smile - brown teeth and all.

"All this talk of clean," drawls Nixon, "and we didn't even get the babes checked for social diseases. Go figure. And don't blame me for the holdup. I'm just here because I'm smarter than Sam looks."

"Quick is one thing," replies Krylow with a little smirk. "You know how good I am at getting you your gear. I'm not a miracle worker though," he says with a shrug, before looking to the other side. "Yes, time to get home before that curfew kiddies."

Green nods after Sam as she falls into step with Meg, muttering to her, "You know me. Anything for a slip or two." She shrugs, the fingers of one hand settling down her jacket collar in one smooth gesture meant for Foster's, Krylow's, and Meg's eyes.

Jopel mutters, probably to himself, as he listens to conversations going on behind him. "I never get to search the visitors. Not the female ones, anyway." He folds his tricorder with the same degree of care he displayed when presenting it, and carefully tucks it away in the recesses of his vest.

Sam flashes his smirk to Donavon, "Now now, lass don' be jealous just bcause I searched her and not you. Maybe if she says you're nice. Maybe I'll see what can be found for you too hmm?" He laughs hard then grinning to Foster, "Indeed, to dem precious timetables, makes it all the easier to dodge 'em and lift their stuff from 'em and sell 'em for you eh? Bu' her kin' o' work has better pay and longevity den yers. Unless you're interested in exploring some other talents mmm?" He asks thoughtfully studying her with renewed interest now and an arched brow.

Donavon gruffly grunts in response. "Shoulda gone for the bar. A slip," she sighs with a light rueful shake of her head. Fingers stab through her hair, shaking it free, and she quirks a provocative wink at Sam. "Oh, consider me the lucky one. You'll be guessing the rest of yuir life at the missed opportunity." A cluck of her tongue and she casts a look to her group.

With the first round of insults traded and everyone in a happy mood, Leth, Sam, Jopel and Nixon move to lead the Starfleet group onward. Through several streets they travel, following alleys and dark streets. Finally they reach their destination, a back alley door. The door, while scratched and dinged, is obviously a heavy, thick door.

Nixon lazes his way up to the door, and raps on it three times. One, two, three. He pauses, raps five times, pauses, raps a final two times. Apparently it's possible to do this disdainfully, because he does. Almost as an afterthought, he states, "Back to the den we come." Yawn. Wait, Tap foot. The door opens at last, after a brief pause.

With that the path into the building beyond is open. Its a tavern, and not the kind you dare take your mother to. Thugs, criminals and other unsavory sorts are sitting at tables inside. There are maybe twenty people around the tavern. One of them, a short, thin man with oily hair stands. He steps forward to the group and gestures to Foster. "You, Galias, will choose one of your party and with me and my bodyguard. Leth, Jopal, you choose two and sit with them. Nixon, Sam you get the remaining two. Keep your eyes on them while we talk."

Foster shrugs ambivalently and looks back at the group, "Jessie." Then he turns back to the oily thin man. "After you."

GAME: O'Rielly spends a courage point.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

O'Rielly just turns and looks around at the others now, he doesn't seem to react too much towards Foster choosing Meg. He kinda shrugs and just waits.

Jopel looks toward their guests for a moment, then to Sam, and then to Leth. Apprantly, Jopel's the toadying, submissive, resentful type. Or, possibly, the silent, morose, psychopathic type. The jury might still be out on that.

Leth Kendan makes her way over toward O'Rielly, simply smiling. "Jop, you get Sammy's girlfriend and w'll all sit down for a nice coze. C'mon, Shiny. You want something to drink, right? Table there." He motions to a table in a back corner.

Nixon shrugs as he waits for the others to pick and choose. He already looks sullen, no doubt resigned to getting the dregs of the visitors. This calls for something that looks like meat jerky to gnaw on absently.

Caeli snaps his fingers towards Krylow, then points to a table. "Come on, then," he says, altogether looking unhappy to be where he's at.

Green glances round the tavern, seeming neither impressed nor out of place. At Oily's comment, she glances over to study him briefly, then looks around the rest of the group. "Looks like I'm spoken for." She fakes a pout at Sammy and moves after Leth with a shrug.

Donavon swaggers forward to weigh in the bodyguard, eyes heavily inspecting. Her lips coil into a smug smirk, back laced straight and half-intimidating.

Sam smiles quietly as they arrive. His sly and smug smirk never wavering but there is some sense of relief once they're settled safely within. His eyes flicker around for long moments then and nods at the orders giving the head guy a deferential nod waiting to see who he gets settled with. Sam doesn't hesitate as he begins to pick his way to his favorite booth seat and waves glancing around for a server to order his drink waiting to see who gets picked last. A grin at Green as he blows her a kiss, "Later perhaps hmmm? You'll be able to find me I'm sure."

. o O Green thinks, "Yeah. I'll just follow the stench."

Krylow moves with Caeli, smirking towards Nixon. "Ah, no girls for you to try and play with Nixon," he says, dropping into a seat to look back towards the Foster-Donavon and the Green-O'Rielly tables.

Oily takes a seat, his bodyguard making up in size what the boss lacks. A hand flips to a chair across the table. "Sir, Galias. What the hell took you so long? You're half an hour late. I know you want weapons, but maybe I should sell you some chronometers."

GAME: Donavon spends a courage point.

GAME: Caeli spends a courage point.

GAME: Donavon has the merit of Sense Of Character at 2.

GAME: Foster spends a courage point.

GAME: Caeli contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Donavon contests her Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Foster contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: O'Rielly has the merit of Sense Of Character at 2.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

GAME: Krylow contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

"Don't look at me," Foster says, hanging one arm lazily over the back of the chair. "Next time, hire help that knows how to use a flasher and who don't spend more time leering at the ladies and making ignorant suggestions than doing what they're being paid to do." He adds. "And finding some with a faint sense of hygiene wouldn't hurt either." He wrinkles his nose, playing up the 'pretty boy' image, even if he still seems dangerous.

Caeli settles into his seat, looking over towards Oily and his meathead companion. The Bolian looks then to their own escorts, scrutinizing them with all the hostility and distrust in the world.

Nixon lazily drapes in a seat, eying the visitors he's been assigned to babysit. "You guys any good at cards or somethin'?" he asks Krylow and Caeli.

O'Rielly just watches his two guards as he moves to sit at the table with them and Green. He seems to ignore Leth mostly, watching Green and looking around at some of the other tables.

Sam smirks quietly and offers to those who sit down near, "Indeed, any good? Ah and who else wants drinks?" He offers and grins, "Maybe if one of two offer how you all got set up with those two lasses I might even buy." He says, leaning back and reclining.

Leth Kendan turns his chair around and settles down on it, watching O'Rielly like O'R were a chunk of steak. If O'R's the steak, then Green is the melted gorgonzola on top. Someone looks incredibly pleased with himself.

Green sends a smirk over her shoulder at Sam, putting a little wiggle into her hips for a few steps, before turning her attention back to Leth and Jopal. She eases around the dark corner table to sit in the dark corner chair, her back to the wall. She considers Leth for a moment, then sits back, her gaze going beyond him toward Foster's little party.

Jopel steps up behind Green, close enough to be escorting her, though at least he has a modicum of decency in that he manages to avoid any physical contact. He certainly doesn't seem to share any of Leth's enthusiasm, in anything in he does, his face fixing itself in a profoundly bored expression ever since they reached the tavern. He settles himself in his seat and watches Green. Not really leering, actually. Just being terribly literal of the whole keeping an eye on his charge thing.

Krylow smirks t Nixon and shakes his head. "Cards are for idiots, which might explain why you like them," He says, before holding up a finger and then setting some electronic knick knacks on the table. He rolls one to Nixon. "This is much better than cards."

Donavon hooks a foot round her chair's leg to slide it a good shove from the table. Dropping, her body leans to the chair, lazily sitting. Arms lightly cross her chest before gradually loosening to hang at her sides. Oily man is given his due consideration but narrowed sights remain on the bodyguard. Cue innocent grin which falters into a sly intimidating look Fingers drums at the side of her chair, clearly leaving the talk to the boss whilst she tap the chair again.

. o O Green thinks, "Why do I suddenly feel like the main attraction at the zoo?"

Nicolo Trebar rolls his eyes at Foster. "Get over yourself. Or maybe you just need one of the Orion slave boys I've seen around? Help you unwind a little so you're not so much of a fop," he says, before sneering. "Do you want to play the games all night or do you want to do business?"

"Oh, so sorry," Foster replies, mockingly. "I figured you hired those four, so you wanted to be a bit more entertained. No other reason why you would. Unless, of course, Andorian slave boys are more your style." Yes, he knows exactly how good Andorian hearing is. "Fine. Let's get down to it. Like I told your boys earlier, I don't have all night, and I'm sure you don't either."

O'Rielly continues to ignore Leth and his looks and just continues to peruse the room, though he does spend more time glancing up to Foster's table.

Nixon snorts at Krylow. "What the hell kind of game is that, and how do I know that stuff ain't rigged in your favor anyway? "

Sam chuckles softly studying Krylow's gadgets. He waits for a few moments then glances to Caeli, and finally back to Nixon, "Any idea how much those are worth?" He asks curiously surveying stroking his chin.

Leth Kendan turns his head and makes a raspy choking noise in the back of his throat before spitting off to one side. "C'mon, Shiny," he cajoles. "You need to sit down and take a load off. I've got a lap here that's just for you."

Green comments for Jopel's benefit, without looking toward him, "Didn't your mother ever tell you, when you stare that hard at the entertainment devices, you'll burn your eyes out. Or the device will do it for you." Her tone is even. Just a friendly warning. Her gaze shifts briefly toward O'Rielly, a bit of gleeful humor there.

Krylow shakes his head and sighs, before picking up the other two pieces in front of him. "Its a game, really. Gid, were are your pieces?" he asks, looking to Caeli.

Caeli just perks both bald brows at Sam, and shrugs once. His hands stay under the table. "I'm not going to lie to you. The ladies love the ridge." A glance, downwards, and then another shrug. His own three pieces come out onto the table. "Yeah, yeah; you can put them together quicker. Think it makes you special, do ya?"

Jopel gives a tired sigh, and somehow makes it seem like a major effort to divert his gaze from Green, which shifts it over to Leth. His scowl seems to take on a disapproving sort of look to it. But, as what seems to be the norm, he says nothing.

GAME: Nicolo Trebar spends a courage point.

GAME: Nicolo Trebar contests his Intimidation/Glower+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

Nicolo Trebar frowns to Foster, glowering. "Are you planning to shut up?" A pause and a deeper grimace. "How about this? You tell when you're going to shut up and stop babbling like a five year old school girl and we'll do business."

Foster just smirks right back at Nicolo, "I'm ready whenever you are. I've been waiting on you since I got to this ramshackle little planetoid."

O'Rielly smirks towards Leth, "If the rest of you is like your teeth, I wouldn't want to risk breaking you. Besides, you're not my type."

Leth Kendan shrugs and leans forward on his chair. "You're right, Shiny. I'm breathing and not Orion bait, like this one." He jerks a thumb at Green.

Sam watches Caeli's hands rise above the table. He smiles as he orders his house beer, which seems to be about as scummy as it can get, no wide variety of world drinks good ol' brewed somewhere nearby style. He smirks at Krylow, "Well let's pass 'em over a bit hmm? Show me how it works eh?" He asks curiously without touching leaning forward thoughtfully to see just what it is the man is doing. He lifts his head and offers a half call to Jopel, "Hey Jo? Wanna trade? This guys got gadgets I'll trade you for the gal'?" He offers.

Donavon keeps her sights dead ahead on the bodyguard. "Twitchy tonight? Hmm?" she taunts lightly as her eyes scant once to Trebar and back again on her adversary.

Nixon scowls at his companions. "You're in my place, so you might as well put your toys away. I dunno what they are, but I don't really care. Round here, we play cards."

Caeli shrugs again to Nixon, snapping two of the pieces together and blinking to himself. "Huh. Never goes that quick, usually. You want to play cards, let's play cards. I can multitask."

Green nods slightly. Good boy, Jopel. She stretches, looking bored, then sits forward to glance around, upper arms pressed against the table edge. "Didn't somebody say something about drinks?" is inquired of Leth before she catches his comment. Eyes narrow. "Don't push it. I know a few that'd love to have /you/ in a collar. But then, Orions aren't known for their good taste."

Krylow looks to Sam, then to Nixon. "Gee, can't decide eh? Sam's the smarter one and he seems to be in charge so I think we'll listen to him," he says, trying to mimic Caeli's good luck.

"Wonderful conversation," Jopel remarks with a deadpan, half-hearted sort of sarcasm. He also adds, for Green's benefit, "I'm not thirsty."

. o O Green thinks, "Steady, Tay. Bring 'em down. /Then/ smash the remains of his teeth in."

. o O Jopel thinks, "They're all going to make me get up and fetch drinks, I bet."

"Now, Galias, what the hell do you think you're doing?" asks Oily, still glowering at Foster. "I thought you had a clue how this works. I make an offer, you make a counter offer. You pay me. You don't try and screw me over. Everyone is happy."

"Works for me," Foster says, not even batting an eyelash. "Of course, I'm going to want to inspect the merchandise, and have my men check it over, before I pay you."

Nixon glowers at Sam. "Sam's an idiot," he says dourly. "Probably going to get himself killed someday for being an idiot."

Green glances toward Jopel. "And what would you rather talk about? Something over the level of raging teen male hormone, please." She shifts slightly, cracking joints.

Caeli keeps fiddling with the remaining pieces. "I'm still waiting on cards. And drinks, if you're going to be at all hospitable about it."

Jopel returns his bleary attention to Green. "I'm a terrible conversationalist," he says, resigned and noncommittal. Boy, is he the life of the party.

Sam watches those at his table with a quiet smirk, "Smart or not let's see 'em hmm?" He offers leaning forward he glances to Nixon, "What we playing? Bust out the cards while I try learning this hmmm?" He grins at Nixon, "Better die rich, and early than old and dirt poor." He says smirking, "Besides, killed or not I plan to enjoy it until then, hmm? I've managed to survive this long."

Krylow snaps together two pieces and then waves it for Sam. "Here, try this," he says, sliding a fourth and fifth piece over to Sam. Yup, he's got lots of toys on hand.

GAME: Caeli contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Krylow contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Leth Kendan spends a courage point.

GAME: Leth Kendan contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Routine and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Donavon contests her Intellect/Perception+A vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Sam spends a courage point.

GAME: Nixon spends a courage point.

GAME: Jopel spends a courage point.

GAME: Jopel contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Sam contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Routine and Fails.

GAME: Nixon contests its Intellect/Perception+A vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Foster contests his Intellect/Perception+A vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Green contests her Intellect/Perception+A vs Difficult and Fails.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "What would a Leyton supporter be doing out here on Torda running guns."

Nicolo Trebar settles back in his chair and then reaches under the edge of the table and draws a Starfleet issue Type II phaser and trains it on Foster. "Enough games, Galias. If that's even your real name. Either you're an idiot, or you're setting me up." He nods to O'Rielly. "You're got yourself a little Starfleet tagalong. You pick him up by accindent, or did you bring him intentionally?"

. o O Nicolo Trebar thinks, "He'd better be ex-Starfleet. If he's active service this is way too close to the Admiral for comfort."

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "awww hell."

O'Rielly looks up from where he's glancing over. He calls out, "Now whatever would make you think I'm fleet?

Leth Kendan slowly pushes to his feet leaning toward Green, breathing toward her face. Nothing like Andorian Halitosis. "C'mon, cutie. Let's get us a drink."

"The man's credentials are top-notch, if he's Fleet," Foster says, sounding slightly disbelieving. "But let's just say I'll hear more of what you have to say about this first." He turns his head and calls, "Yo, Jackie. Haul out that pretty little blade of yours and hold him. If he tries to resist, cut him." O'Rielly, after all, has medical training, just in case it's necessary. Foster turns back to Oily, and says. "All right. Let's hear what you have to say. I'm not naive enough to believe you just on your word. I doubt anyone here is."

Caeli snaps the last bit of the puzzle together. "There we go. Never got it so qui--" and then the bomb gets dropped. Caeli immediately rises to his feet, indignant. "What in hells is this? When you paid me, Galias, you said there'd be no Fleet involvement." As Foster presents his plan, Caeli pipes down, folds his arms - complete with gadget in hand - and listens, face stony and set in a scowl.

Nixon tenses as things start to go south in a hurry, gaze flicking from his boss to the visitors and back again, quickly. His hands still on the cards he was shuffling, and he pulls back a little. He just watches the two at his table suspiciously.

Green's gaze snaps to O'Rielly, her eyes narrowing. A short nod sent in Foster's direction, she dips to withdraw a very finely honed knife from her boot and rises. Leth is ignored as she moves around the table to a stance right behind O'Rielly's chair. Jopel, though, is the target of her comment. "Five slips says I can make the blood shoot your lout of a buddy right in the eyes. Only takes the right little twist."

. o O Green thinks, "I hope you know what you're doing, Caleb!"

Jopel takes his eyes from Green and puts them on O'Rielly when the boss points out the apparant mole. His expression hardens a bit, and he shifts in his chair, pushing it out as one of his hands disappears under the table and into his vest. Even though he's keeping a low profile, it's pretty clear he's drawing a weapon to those nearby. He doesn't take his eyes of O'Rielly but a smirk does grace his normally dour features for the barest moment in response to Green's wager. "Deal. I'd pay five slips to see that, anyway."

Sam watches the devices. He tilts his head now at the outbursts. He leans forward in his chair reaching behind him as he watches. He waits grimly he doesn't quite stand up he shifts till he's sitting on the back of his seat with his feet on the seat proper. His hand behind him hidden from most under his shirt, undoubtedly on the sheathed knife watching the entire group wetting his lip, "Hey Nix, this go south we try and take the little one out first and then the big guy, or should we do it the other way around?" He offers to the man with a wary smirk.

Krylow groans and slams his 'puzzle' down onto the table, a hand remaining on it. "Stop playing around Galias, and just kill the little brat. You keep balking like this they will start to think we're in on this. He ain't nothing to us but a death wish. I like the latinum we're going to make much better than him."

. o O Krylow thinks, "Bristol loved me before. I can bet he'll love me even more now."

Donavon jerks her chin towards cue ball's bodyguard. "This an evening of pin the criminal as Fleet or are you finding excuses to balk on a deal?" She smirks and coolly leans back in her chair.

A sneer meets the respones and Nicolo says, "I know he is Starfleet, because he and I were both formally investigated during Leyton's attempt to seize power." That said the weapon snaps to aim at O'Rielly and Nicolo depresses the trigger.

Foster acts as soon as Oily begins to move, lifting up and shoving the table into him, intent on shoving the phaser first out of line, then possibly wrench it out of his hand. "Suppression fire!" he calls out.

GAME: Foster spends a courage point.

GAME: Foster contests his Coordination/Reaction+A vs Challenging and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Nicolo Trebar contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Difficult and Fails.

GAME: Nixon spends a courage point.

GAME: Nixon contests its Coordination/Reaction+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

O'Rielly looks shocked when he's fired at, luckily the phaser misses. He calls out, hoping that someone will listen, "I'm not fleet anymore..."

GAME: Green contests her Unarmed Combat/Starfleet Martial Arts vs Routine and Succeeds.

GAME: Leth Kendan spends a courage point.

GAME: Leth Kendan contests his Primitive Weaponry/Chaka+A vs Difficult and Succeeds.

Nixon reacts with sudden speed, acting just about the same time the phaser goes off. He shoves the table at Krylow and Caeli, roughly, using the action to push himself backwards and to his feet at the same time. Looks like he's scrambling for a knife as well.

GAME: Donavon spends a courage point.

GAME: Donavon contests her Athletics+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Caeli spends a courage point.

GAME: Caeli contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Challenging and Fails.

"Birddamnit all!" Caeli shouts, turning the newly assembled phaser on Nicolo, taking a step back, dropping to one knee and firing a shot to buy Donavon and Foster some time. "Caleb, Meg, hole up! Alek, let's make some cover." He motions the engineer over towards him to form some sort of defensible position.

GAME: Sam contests his Primitive Weaponry vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Krylow spends a courage point.

GAME: Krylow contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Challenging and Marginally Succeeds.

And all hell breaks loose. Tay Green reacts instinctively, taking a quick step sideways for a desperate throw of herself at O'Rielly. (No, not /that/ way.) The intent- to knock him out of the line of Trebar's fire- half-succeeds: the 'mole' is tackled to the tavern floor, and Tay never notices that the shot would have missed anyhow. Doesn't matter. He's alive. For now. The woman starts to roll to her feet, her expression grim.

Smoothly drawn to her feet, the Irish lass reacts in haste to defuse the major threat - the Type II. "Let's all play nice," she scolds Cue Ball. Hands clench round her chair's back before she hefts and tosses it solidly at Nicolo Trebar. Immediately following, she prepares to face off the bodyguard.

Sam smiles grimly as he watches the phaser fire begin to fly across the room. He doesn't hesitate pushing off of his chair launching himself towards Caeli, trying to slice at the phaser wielding man. He tries to get himself in close, close enough where Caeli can't aim directly at him without major work, and where anyone shooting at him risks hitting the man.

Krylow grunts as the table is pushed into him and he scrambles with his gizmo for a moment, before he raises it and almost point blank blasts Nixon with it. Orange blast lances from the phaser into the man's chest even as Krylow scrambles back and to his feet.

And just about the time that Tay makes it to the ground with O'Mole', Leth takes a flying leap, Chaka drawn. Knife blade finds flesh - on Tay's upper thigh. He's within tussling range and got first blood.

Jopel jumps up from his chair as the chaos ensues, knife in hand. As Leth takes the direct route, Jopel takes the slow route around the table, moving to flank Green as she gets up from her lifesaving dive. "If you're smart," he sneers, "you're going to stay on the floor." Even his threat is laced with cynicism.

. o O Donavon thinks, "Brawling, the smell of beer, sweat, ah it's the pub again!"

The table Foster shoved rocks into Nicolo and his bodyguard, then back to the floor. This happens as the man fires and the shot goes wide, hitting the wall and doing no damage; Nicolo is playing rather nice it would appear. Nicolo is then slammed by the thrown chair, which dumps him backwards onto the floor. His bodyguard however stands and moves to help Nicolo, but not before drawing another Type II and firing it vaguely towards Donavon to cover his tracks.

Never bring a knife to a phaser fight, they always say, and Foster takes that role seriously. He ducks behind the upended table and pulls the parts of his own concealed phaser from their places of concealment. He begins to put it together, rapidly.

GAME: Green spends a courage point.

GAME: Green contests her Primitive Weaponry+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.

GAME: Sam spends a courage point.

GAME: Sam contests his Unarmed Combat/Brawling+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.

GAME: Caeli contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: O'Rielly spends a courage point.

GAME: O'Rielly contests his Unarmed Combat/Starfleet Martial Arts+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Donavon contests her Athletics+A vs Moderate and Fails.

GAME: Krylow contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Challenging and Fails.

GAME: Leth Kendan contests his Primitive Weaponry/Chaka+A vs Difficult and Fails.

Caeli shifts himself out of the way of Sam's lunge, about to retaliate when he sees the chaka sink into Green's leg. "Tay! Back off!" shouts the dogged Bolian, letting loose a shot at Leth in a supreme act of blue-on-blue violence. "Alek, get this guy off me, please..."

Donavon whistles low once the phaser's beam shoots past and misses. Ducking and darting to the left, she hooks another chair to yank it close. Ol' pub antics win again; she lifts and throws the wooden object towards the bodyguard in suppressing her own style of cover fire. "Bowl them all over, boss?" is cried out, wink passing by Foster.

O'Rielly is still on the ground after Tay tackled him. But, not being one for just laying around, the intel agent decides to do one good turn. From the ground he decides to kick after the ugly toothed man who was just moments ago trying to hit on him. Luckily, his kick lands square in the man's chest

Sam watches Caeli shift, he doesn't look or seem to care where the Bolian fires past him. He grunts ducking faintly moving low and then ducks forward sliding in to grapple with Caeli trying to grab at the phaser and stay near enough to make the others risk friendly fire while overpowering the man growling, "Gimme that, yer ruinin' the party." He offers with an angered sneer as he grapples for the phaser.

O'Rielly kicked Leth of course

Krylow turns back towards Caeli at the officer's call, and then raises his phaser to take a shot at Sam. The blast however whistles wide and hits the wall. He frowns and tries to find an angle to get a good shot at Sam.

Green almost manages to get up, until that Andorian blade gashes her leg. Stumbling a bit, she dosen't take Jopel's advice. But then, nobody ever accused Tay Green of being a genius. Her knife hand whips around, sending that dark, sharp blade across Jopel's ankles. Pity he's quick enough only to lose a few leg hairs. Tay scrambles backwards, a wave of her knife as she rises indicating she heard Caeli.

Blue and ugly lunges forward again toward Tay, chaka at the ready, swiping at her leg. Unfortunately, he just misses. Something about a kick to the chest, combined with a phaser blast from Caeli, ensures that chaka swipes miss. Instead of hitting Tay, Leth hits the wall and crumples.

Nixon goes down like, well, fill in your own sordid analogy, when Krylow's weapon hits him, and on the floor he lays, stunned out of his wits.

Jopel advances on Green, lifting his knife to plunge it down at her, but the slash of her own blade prompts him to jump back, causing the blade to just miss its bite. At about that moment, he notices the incoming phaser beam strike Leth. "Hmm. Guess they were armed," he comments distantly. He grabs the edge of the table and pushes it over in Caeli's general direction, hoping to create a barrier which he can duck behind for cover against subsequent phaser fire.

. o O Caeli thinks, "We've got these clowns in the bag. They're sewer dregs."

Things continue to go wrong and right. Leth and Nixon are down now, but Jopel is going into hiding and Sam is grappling with Caeli. Nicolo curses and taps something under his jacket, and a second later a transporter beam snaps him up. A starfleet transporter beam. The bodyguard is grabbed too, leaving that area of the floor empty. Most of the patrons are fleeing, except one man who stands, draws a knife and aims it for Caeli's back.

GAME: Gravos Tranner spends a courage point.

GAME: Gravos Tranner contests his Primitive Weaponry/Knife+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.

GAME: Foster spends a courage point.

GAME: Foster contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Difficult and Marginally Succeeds.

GAME: Krylow contests his Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Moderate and Fails.

Caeli was about to let loose another shot, he really was, this time at the other threat to the wounded Green. Sam proved a distraction, and the Bolian's attention shifted squarely to the human. The wrong one, evidently; not the one who came from nowhere with the knife. Zip's phaser drops from his hand with the shock, the ridged, expressive face turning to one of abject horror and surprise. For a moment, he fights it, then sinks down to one knee, and then the other, the fight raging around him largely ignored in lieu of his own microcosmic universe. His eyes search out something familiar, unable to call out, and by the time he's face-down on the grime-ridden floor of the tavern, he still hasn't seen the face of the man who took his life.

GAME: Donavon has the merit of Bold at 1.

GAME: Donavon contests her Unarmed Combat/Brawling+A vs Challenging and Fails.

Foster, his phaser (such as it is) complete, pops his head up, catching the last remains of the Starfleet beamout. He looks around for a new target, spots Jopel trying to hide and then... someone knifes Zipok! "You're going to regret that," Foster says, adjusting the setting on his phaser up from light stun to the maximum heavy stun setting. He turns and fires on the man. "I suggest the rest of you give up now. This just got personal." He's angry. He's sad too, but he's mostly *pissed off* now.

Sam curses as things continue to go to hell. His eyes flicker around as he grapples with Caeli. He looks almost as surprised as Caeli as the man jerks near and begins to fall releasing the phaser. He arches a brow for a moment he moves straight for the phaser notes the knife in the back and grunts, "Too slow kid, sorry, should have stayed in the little leagues." The criminal offers to the fallen man. The man tries to grab the phaser trying to get it up and go. He hears Foster and offers, "Hey! New deal, whoever the hell you are. You grab your boy, and you go, and I don't start shooting kill rounds near your friends. You go that way, me and my boys get up and go the other way. We all get off this miserable planet and bolt in every direction and no one more needs to get hurt?"

Green glances around once to see what good ole Leth's up to. He's down. Good. And Caeli's got the other one in his sights. Another goodness. She bolts across the floor to throw herself behind the table Foster's using for cover, dropping her knife so she can scramble to put her own weapon together. Caleb's angry remark gets her attention, and she glances around as her hands work. "Zip!" Okay, now there are /two/ pissed off ex-Timefleeters. And two bad guys way too close to Krylow for comfort's sake.

. o O Green thinks, "NOOOOOO! Dammit, not another one!"

O'Rielly starts to get up when he sees Caeli go down. A look of shock crosses his face. He reaches for his PADD and sends a message calling for help from the Shadowfax and detailing a medical emergency. The message also states that the contact got away by starfleet transporter.

Krylow lifts his phaser again, aiming another shot at Sam. The beam lances past the man again, even as Caeli tumbles to the floor in front of them all. Alek blinks and starts to raise his phaser towards the attacker but Foster beats him to it.

Donavon spits to snarl off a chewed curse. Her chaired adversaries make a clean beam-out break which leaves her to defusing the rest of the situation. Spinning, the flash of a blade against blue calls her into action. Without a care to her own safety, obviously relying on her teammates, she races ahead to slide close to Caeli's fallen form in order to try and shove Sam off. "Not on your bloody life!" she shouts between angry and bitter fiercely held in check tears. Her hand, then, inches to her backside whilst a fist clenches.

Jopel peers over the overturned table, frowning. Not so much at his fallen kinsmen, but at the sudden void that his former boss occupied. "Ugh. This job sucks," he mutters to himself. Well, no boss means no paycheck, and no paycheck means no reason to stand and fight. Counting on Sam's covering fire, he chance as a full-out run to the exit his comrade indicated. Of course, he doesn't stop to worry about his 'friends' on the ground. He's not on a payroll anymore, after all.

. o O Krylow is shocked and angry, and that anger is directed at the only enemy standing.

. o O Donavon thinks, "Hang tight Zip. There's a slim chance of revival. This..this isn't the time for you to go."

Nixon continues to twitch and drool a little, clearly in no hurry to shake off the stun under the circumstances. He's down, he's not causing trouble, he's safe.

With the boss and his guard gone, Jopel having fled, the knife attacker down for the count along with Leth and Nixon, that leaves Sam and five Starfleet offcers. Of course, in the time honored tradition of things getting both worse and better, those five Starfleet officers and Caeli are suddenly beamed away themselves.

They materialize on the transporter pad of a Starfleet ship, where a Chief looks up from his console. "Got ya. Got yer injured officer to sickbay too. Welcome to the Shadowfax. Wish I could give ya a guided tour, but Captain's orders are for ya to all stay here for the moment." He pauses for a moment as his combadge chirps. The voice over it is subdued. "Sickbay to Transporter room. The Bolian officer is unfortunately dead on arrival."

"Grab everyone else in that room you pulled us in from, please, conscious and unconscious," Foster asks. "It's urgent. The man who..." He pauses as the report is given. "... killed Lieutenant Caeli is there. Another man who was part of the ring we were trying to bust is also there."

O'Rielly looks bad right now, and that has nothing to do with the shaved head at all (though it probably doesn't help). He just sits down where he is now in the transporter room and lays back against the wall, closing his eyes.

And just as Tay kneels and leans around the edge of the table to draw a bead on Sam too. Blinking to find herself on the ship, she looks around, bewildered, and then she surges up, enraged. "What the hell are we doing up here?!?" Catching Sickbay's message, she freezes, pales to a ghastly white, even more rage building, then at Foster's order she scrambles off the pad to turn and, ah, receive Caeli's murderer with all due discourtesy.

. o O Green thinks, "NO! No... Oh gods, Zip..."

Slick fingers covered in Caeli's blood slowly roll against her palms. Donavon doesn't step off the transporter platform, stunned and frozen in place. The gears in her mind don't move as everything shuts down and the light in her eyes retreats. This luxury she carries with her for a few seconds. "Two humans, one Andorian and a Bolian. Two are stunned, a human and the Bolian may have split by now," she adds to Foster's report, gulping at the end for her voice is extremely hoarse. Eyes divert to her bloodied hands, deliberately forcing them *not* to shake.

Krylow grits his teeth as he finds himself on the transporter pad. He doesn't quite scramble off like Tay does, but he does clear it and move to the edge of the room. For an officer who doesn't normal show too much emotion in the line of duty, Krylow's got boiling rage written all over his face.

"Belay that order, Chief," comes a booming voice from the doorway, it having opened just in time to catch the end of Foster's order. There is the Captain striding in. "That is kidnapping, amongst other things. Torda is a non-aligned world and beaming anyone off is illegal. I'm sure we can all agree that is not how the Federation does business." He pauses to look around at the group and then says, "I'm sorry about your loss, but there is nothing we can do. Hell, we'll be lucky if there isn't a fallout from this with Torda. All of you need rest while we head for four one niner."

. o O Green explodes with fury and grief, and struggles desperately for control. "If I ever get my hands on you, Sammy... Mask. Mask. MASK, Tay!"

GAME: Foster has the flaw of Impulsive at -1.

Foster turns and actually *glares* at the Captain of the Shadowfax, caught between grief and angry outrage. Normally, he would shut up and take it, but he just saw a friend die in front of him and a coward of a Captain allow the murderer to go free. There's a difference between regulations and what's *right*. Instead, he just says, to O'Rielly, "If this is how Starfleet Intelligence operates, don't expect me to ever help them again, Lieutenant O'Rielly."

. o O Foster is *furious*.

. o O Foster thinks, "How dare they?! A man serves for how many years, is struck down in service, and they let a frickin' MURDERER go free? HOW DARE THEY?!"

O'Rielly sighs and says, "Captain, alert the Tordan authorities. There probably aren't that many andorians and the like on Torda, especially in that area. If we can keep tabs on them and let the locals handle it, we can apply for extradition immediately. We will likely have to explain to them that there appears to be a rogue faction within Starfleet responsible for this mess though, in the interest of cooperation." He looks over to Foster, and the rest of the team and finally stands up. "If you'll excuse me, my digestive system is about to go critical..." And with that he starts to make his way out of the transporter room.

. o O O'Rielly thinks, "I'm so sorry Zip..."

Green turns to stare at the Captain in disbelief, her free hand shaking before it curls into a fist. She chokes back an answer, though, pushing her back against the nearest wall, and if the eyes are the windows to the soul, it's as if the shutters are suddenly snapped shut. Her expression rigidly neutral, she sags down to sit on the floor, forearms on upraised knees, hands clasped, as her head bows forward for her stare to find the floor.

Krylow scowls towards the Captain for a moment, but after a moment rains it in. His jaw is clenched and the muscles flex slightly as he grates his teeth together. He picks a spot near the bottom of the transporter pad and just stares angrily at it.

"Sir, beam-out regulation standing, a man committed murder. And last I checked, that remains a crime on any non-aligned world. Let Torda's authorities arrest him if Starfleet Intelligence cannot," coldly states Donavon who levels a dead expression at the Captain. A faint smirk rises at O'Rielly's words before she regards the Captain again. "Anonymous tip offs still exist, sir."

. o O Foster thinks, "Cowards. All of them are frickin' cowards!"

. o O Foster rages internally. Good thing for all that behavior training, in that it doesn't show but for the scowl on his face and glare in his eyes.

The authorities don't need to be tipped off," replies the Captain. "They are moving on the location now with all the weapons fire. As for extradition, I highly doubt it unless you want to extradited to faces multiple charges there. Welcome to the wonderful, painful and frustrating world of undercover work." A pause as he lets that settle in. "You will all stand down. There are officers outside who will escort you to your quarters." With that, the Captain turns and steps out of the room. There are indeed security officers outside the door who escort the team to quarters for their trip home.