Double Your Pleasure...
Episode Name: Double Your Pleasure...
Written By: Artemisia
Cast: A pirate wench, Adansae, Artemisia, Devona, Hamilton, Jel, McTiernan, Nabrun, Takamura and Walters.
Produced By: Starfleet
Directed By: Artemisia
Aired On: Sun Dec 11 01:13:24 2005
Stardate: 55473.3
Time: Sat Dec 10 17:36:26 2005
Stardate: 55472.6
The camera pans across the expanse of star-glittered space, the movement of the shot slowing as it turns to center on the USS Amazon making her steady way home. A slow zoom-in through the front windows passes over CPO Jel creating that steady flight from the pilot's seat, with Lieutenant Hamilton beside him at Tactical. As we move further through the runabout, Ensign Walters can be spotted at the Engineering console, with Lieutenant McTiernan and Cadet Devona taking up extra seats, and probably glad of it.
And from the rear of the craft come pained cries. The team rapidly assembled at 419-Upsilon did manage to deliver in time the precious life-saving medicines to those afflicted by Fabrizzi's Syndrome on the little colony of Sajak, but Doctors Adansae and Nabrun have their hands full with three critical patients who toss and turn, unable even to withstand stasis. And the Amazon speeds through space...
Takamura sits at the mission command console, glancing between the back of the ship and the flight control console. "Chief Jel, how much longer until we reach the station at our current speed?" He then turns to McTiernan. "Lieutenant, ask Dr. Nabrun how critical our patients are in case we need to divert to a closer facility."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Adansae contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Jel pushes a series of buttons on his console, the computer responding to his input with a series of beeps. "Approximately six hours and forty minutes at our current speed, sir. We could cut our travel time by a third if we increased speed, but anything beyond that would be straining the engines."
McTiernan nods, "Aye, Sir" she answers as she swivels around pushing from her chair to make for the back of the Amazon. She pauses at the edge of the door and peers in, wincing slightly at the site of those that are ill and those trying to help them. "Dr. Nabrun?" she calls softly but firmly. "I need to know if we need to increase our speed to shorten the travel time or if we can maintain this speed?" Clearly there is a reason for the question.
. o O McTiernan thinks, "Barana! Do we need to push the Amazon? Do we need to hurry before they die?"
Walters begins pulling up specs and possibilities in preparation for future commands.
Devona turns in her chair as well, she doesn't follow McTiernan, but she does peer after her. Large owlish eyes glance between McTiernan and Takamura. One of her hands is curled over the fist of the other.
. o O Devona is very worried.
Nabrun is, at this point, in the middle of scanning her patients with the tricorder. For whatever reason, she blinks at it and taps it against her hand. "I KNOW he's not perfectly healthy," she comments under her breath. "I'm not sure how long we have, Lieutenant McTiernan. They're barely stable right now, but I think that Dr. Adansae and I can keep them that way until we get home. To be on the safe side, perhaps mention to Lieutenant Takamura that he might consider having a few safety points plotted along the way? Getting us home as quickly as possible, at this point, would be a good thing." The Betazoid looks to Adansae. "Dr. Adansae, do you concur?"
Adansae is running her own scans as Nabrun makes her report; when she's consulted, she looks up from her medical tricorder and gives a quick little nod. "We need to get them to a medical facility as soon as possible," she urges. "As you said, they're barely stable now, and they could hemorrhage at any moment."
GAME: Walters spends a courage point.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems/Engineering+A vs Challenging and Fails.
Sitting before the tactical station of the USS Amazon Jasira runs her hands along the displays checking that all is well in her little part of the world. Glancing briefly over her shoulder at the sound of another scream she shutters and turns back, her attention locked on the data before her.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh gosh, please stop screaming."
. o O Takamura thinks, "I hope that those patients can hold on until we get to a Starfleet medical facility."
McTiernan frowns but nods and turns, heading back to the bridge of the small vessel. As she takes her seat, she leans in to murmur to Tak. "Best speed and haste is best, Sir" she begins, worry etched across her face. "We can push to Warp 7 without damage. We're all hoping the Docs can keep them stable but they may not be able to stop hemorrhages should they occur, or the deaths they would cause." She offers a small shrug as she leans back in her chair, her gaze on Tak.
Devona turns her attention to the console next to her and frowns fretfully. Her voice raises so it can be heard, "Sir! There is a distress signal coming in."
. o O Takamura thinks, "Just great. Now what is the emergency? I hope there are other vessels in the area."
Takamura nods slowly at McTiernan's report, his lips set in a thin line. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Chief, plot courses for the nearest Starfleet Medical facilities with times of arrival at Warp 7." Looking over to Devona, he replies, "Where is the signal coming from and is there audio?"
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Succeeds.
. o O Takamura feels some frustration at the new emergency.
Nabrun scans the patient in front of her again and looks up to Adansae, smile thin, but there. "Administer a second dose of Tigerazine, Doctor. That should buy us just a little more time. We'll need to scan every few minutes and watch for signs of any bleeding." She blows a bit of hair off her forehead. "I wish," the Betazoid says quietly, fervently, "That we had that mobile medical aid facility up and running."
GAME: Devona spends a courage point.
GAME: Devona contests her Shipboard Systems/Communications+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
Adansae doesn't even pause her efforts long enough to respond with anything aside from a quick "aye, sir." She administers the medication, then moves back to the first patient, already back to the scanning. She's pale and tense, but so focused on her work that the rest of the ship might as well not exist.
Peeking back down at the consol before her, the colors flashing in a rhythmic show as the vessel cuts through space; Jasira sigh deeply. Perking up a bit at the comment of a distress signal, she runs her hands along the screens before her pulling up stats on the array.
"Station 419 is the nearest facility, sir," Jel replies, emphasizing the word 'is'. "I can increase speed to warp 7 on your mark."
But of course there is a distress signal coming in. This is an emergency run, after all and lives are on the line! Bring it on! McT turns her attention on Devona to listen to the report come in from the distress call. She nods as if in confirmation of Jel's words, not that he needs her confirmation, it's just habit to back up her people. Needless? Likely.
And with the movement of Cadet Devona's nimble fingers, sound suddenly squawks from the speakers: "... der attack... losing power... HEL-" The voice, barely recognizable as female, cuts off abruptly, leaving an ominous silence.
Takamura's expression becomes even more serious as he listens to the distress call. "Lieutenant Hamilton, see if you can determine where the signal is coming from and who is attacking them. Cadet, help the lieutenant find the source of the signal. Chief, once they have the coordinates, get us there at best possible speed. I also want you to keep the plot of the closest medical facility saved for when we need it." Looking over to McTiernan, he continues. "Try to find out if there is another Starfleet vessel that is able to respond to this distress call faster than us. Mr. Walters, be ready to push the engines to the limit. I have a feeling we'll need the power later."
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems/Engineering+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
. o O Takamura feels a sudden wave of calmness and professionalism sweep over him like a switch was flipped.
GAME: Hamilton spends a courage point.
GAME: Devona contests her Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
. o O Takamura thinks, "Under attack. I hope that there is some backup nearby. This runabout isn't made for a firefight."
Nabrun continues her work with the patients, but calls, quietly, "Sir? It doesn't have to be Starfleet. Any Allied installation where we'd have access to better equipment would be quite welcome. I mentioned to LT McTiernan that you might consider plotting courses to several medical facilities along the way, just in case. Just getting us to somewhere with the medical equipment we need would be excellent..." She pauses. "Dr. Adansae, we'd best prepare for more incoming. If you could check the equipment, I'll keep an eye on these three while you prepare triage. We may not need it, but then again, we might."
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Routine and Succeeds.
"Aye sir," comments Jasira, her fingers flying over the console to bring up the required information. Grumbling she runs her fingers over the console again, "Sir, I can't seem to get a lock on the coordinates. However I am able to ascertain that there are two ships out there, in close proximity of one another. One of them seems to be powered down."
Walters works at the keypad. A few discouraging blats meet his first few keystrokes as he glares at the console, then a few more after that have it giving an acquiescing ring. "Well, Lieutenant Krylow already doesn't like me, so this won't change much. Ah can give you Warp 7.5 if you need it, but you'll want a good once over once we dock. I also wouldn't want to do that kind of speed for over an hour."
GAME: McTiernan has the merit of Multitasking at 2.
Adansae reluctantly leaves her current group of critical patients and moves to carry out Nabrun's orders, prepping the remaining biobeds and equipment in case the situation gets even worse.
. o O Walters thinks, "Ah ha! Got you, you stupid little safety protocol..."
"The signal's coming from about four light years away, at 416 mark 8." Devona replies to one of the questions she was asked. Her tone of voice is worried. She exhales faintly and attempts to help Hamilton with finding coordinates. She shakes her head and forces a breath in muttering under her breath, "We can do this.." After another breath and a glance to Takamura she's noticably less tense.
. o O Devona calms down, as if feeding her own sense of calm from Takamura's calm professionalism.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh come on where the heck are those ships. Ah, thank you cadet."
. o O Nabrun projects, "Just breathe, Tesa. You're doing wonderfully. LT Takamura is probably one of the best officers to be working under aboard the station - aside from Alek, of course. I have a little bit of a bias, you see. Just take a deep breath and do as the Lieutenant asks, and you'll be fine."
. o O Nabrun is tense, worried about her patients and just a touch annoyed at the distress call coming in.
McTiernan nods and is already turning for a console as Tal speaks. Softly she speaks, sending out a general hail. "This is the USS Amazon. We have received a distress call but are on an emergency run. If there is another Starfleet vessel within response distance, respond." As she sends the hail out, her fingers are working the console, scanning space around them to see if she can find anything of use. She frowns after a minute. "The USS Freyr is twelve light years out, Sir. We're it."
Walters says, "If the Freyr arrives when we're still dealing with the emergency they can get our medical wounded to a starbase faster than we can, even if we're there at the emergency long before them."
Jel enters a series of commands into his console. "I've plotted an intercept course and increased speed to warp 7. We should arrive in seventeen minutes."
"Excellent, Chief." Takamura says as the helm report comes in. "Cadet, take Dr. Nabrun's suggestion and locate other adequate medical facilities that might be closer than the Station. We can't rely on the Freyr to arrive in time." Looking to tactical, he addesses the Bajoran woman. "Lieutenant, can you tell if there is still weapons fire out there? McTiernan, see if you can identify those ships." Opening a channel to the rear of the runabout, he asks, "Dr. Nabrun, how are the patients and your triage preparations?"
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
"Yes, sir," Jasira nods her head a fraction. Moving her fingers across the consol she pulls up screen after screen of data, "Sir," she pauses allowing the man to hear her over the sounds the people in distress, "There are no weapons being fired at this time."
Nabrun's voice is quiet as she goes about her business. "The patients are stable, for the moment, Sir," she replies. "Dr. Adansae is taking care of the triage preparations. Dr. Adansae, report, please?"
Devona gives a nod and calmly starts the query to the computer. The recieved answer doesn't make her very happy. Tesa shakes her head slowly and replies, "There aren't any facilities closer than the Station, sir."
GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.
It takes a fair amount of time and attention to prepare additional supplies and biobeds for the arrival of more wounded, and the presence of three critical causes does nothing to cut short the time Adansae spends making sure that everything is ready. "We're ready," she reports at Nabrun's request. "As ready as we can be."
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Computer/Research vs Routine and Succeeds.
McTiernan is the mistress of multitasking at the moment, one hand working they sensor console as another works with the central computer, cross referencing her information. "Here we go.. What we have out there, Sir, is a small trading freighter called the Don Juan. It's owned and operated by Diana and Minerva Malone. The Don Juan calls Dulcais Prime home." A pause and then a look over her shoulder at Tak. "The other vessel doesn't match anything currently in the computer. If I actively ping them for more information, they'll pick that up."
Takamura glances to McTiernan as she gives her report. "Good work. Can you at least judge the approxiamate size of the other vessel?" Turning to Jel, he says, "Since the station is closest, keep a direct course plotted on the board for there in case we need to leave at a moment's notice. Lieutenant Hamilton, can you determine what kind of damage was done to the Don Juan and extrapolate what sort of weapons the unknown vessel may have? Ensign Walters, we may need more strength to either the shields or the transporters. Be ready for either eventuality."
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Walters says, "Aye Sir..." He begins hitting a few buttons. "Transporters or shields."
McTiernan wrinkles her nose. Nope, this isn't good. "Sir, think of us as the mouse to the cat" she says, with a gesture out in space at the location of the vessel in question. "To put it into numbers, we're 23 meters from tip to tail. She's 110 meters from tip to tail. I'd suggest yellow alert, Sir."
"We're ready to resume course to the station when needed, sir," Jel says. His hands can be seen working the astrogation panel as he speaks.
Doing another sensor sweep Jasira nods her head, "Yes sir. Going to yellow alert, sir?" she asks, her fingers lingering over the console. Data scrolls by as she waits, "Sir, it seems the unknown ship knocked out the power core of the other ship and left the remains intact. Most likely from a precision firing of phasers," Trying to focus the sensors in tighter she grunts, "However there seems to be something blocking the sensors against getting more information on the unknown ships weapons systems."
. o O Hamilton thinks, "What is that ..."
. o O Takamura thinks, "I wonder. Could this be the Behemoth? That would be some luck on our part to catch it in the act of piracy."
Takamura nods his head slowly, a look of determination setting on his face. "Go to yellow alert. Have the phasers on standby, though, I'm not sure how effective they will be against that ship. Piper, scan the Don Juan for life signs. Cadet, hail the unknown vessel. Chief, be ready for some evasive manuvers in case we're not welcome to this party."
Jasira runs her hands across the consol and all around the bridge, ribbons of light begin to pulse with a soft yellow glow, "We are at yellow alert, sir." She pulls up another sub routine, running the array through it's paces before announcing, "and phasers are on standby, sir."
Nabrun continues to bustle around the medical area, continuing to keep an eye on the critical patients. "Dr. Adansae," she says quietly. "Small frieghters hold between one and ten life forms, if I'm remembering correctly. Given what we've heard, what injuries do you think we might be expecting?" Apparently there are learning opportunities even in the midst of chaos.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors vs Routine and Succeeds.
Devona gives a nod and gets to working hailing the other ship. Her posture isn't so tense, but it's not relaxed either. She hails, and waits for a reply.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh boy a fight."
. o O Nabrun thinks, "I love having Hiroshi as a CO for a mission. We think on the same levels. Come on, Raynne...You can do this."
GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.
Adansae blinks at Nabrun, clearly surprised by the question, but a beat later, she has an answer: "Broken bones, burns, contusions, concussions -- if they're still alive, it's likely we can save them once they're here, but we'll need to act quickly." Her voice is low, and carries little further than the Lieutenant's ears.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Difficult and Succeeds.
McTiernan is nodding even as she's reading the steady stream of data that flies across the screen. "There are no life signs on the Don Juan, Sir. At this distance I can tell you the following: The phasers were probably Type VII's. They used their full power to hit the Don Juan but they didn't use alot of it meaning it was precision firing that stopped her cold and not necessarily the strength of the phasers though they are slightly stronger then our own. I have nothing listing a crew roster so it's possible, given the size of the freighter, that only the owners were aboard but we don't know for sure."
And in response to Cadet Devona's hail comes a crystal clear transmission, a male voice this time, filled with anxiety. "Amazon? Oxidar Flonoff on the *Shamrock* here. I don't suppose you folks can give us a hand here? There's people hurt!"
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Oh please ... trap!"
Takamura opens the comm channel and replies to the voice. "Mr. Flonoff, this is Lieutenant Takamura aboard the Amazon. Can you please state the nature of the emergency and tell us how many people are injured?"
. o O Takamura thinks, "The Shamrock? Hmmm. I wonder where that is registered and why it is so modified."
"Nature of the emergency?" Flonoff's voice if filled with surprise. "Somebody bloody -attacked- these people." He takes a deep, audible breath. "The one girl's just knocked up a bit. Uh, around, that is. Couple of bruises and a little bleeding. But the other one... Ugh. If I never see burns like that again in my life, it'll be too soon."
. o O Hamilton thinks, "well, maybe not a trap. But something isn't right here."
Takamura continues his conversation in a calm voice. "Is it only those two people who are injured? And do you have any idea who attacked their ship?" He asks, before muting the channel. "Mr. Jel, close the distance between us and the Shamrock. McTiernan, see what you can find out about this ship and her captain. Hamilton, keep your eyes open for any unusual activity from them or in the surrounding area." Keying the channel to the doctors, he asks, "Have you heard the report back there? We have at least two injured people to bring aboard."
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Fails.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Difficult and Fails.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Computer/Research vs Routine and Succeeds.
Nabrun nods to Adansae, smiling a bit. "Excellent. It sounds as though we'll not have to worry about radiation sickness. Can you think of anything aboard the other ship that might interact adversely with our current patients? What do we need to be concerned about with regard to quarrantine measures?"
Bring up a tactical map of the area Jasira does another scan then focuses the ships systems on the unknown vessel, "Nothing unusual at this time sir. But I'll keep an active scan going on the ship."
Adansae appears less than pleased to hear that her prediction of the injuries -- especially burns -- is accurate. She turns her attention back to Nabrun, thinking quickly. "With those sorts of injuries, there's no need to quarantine -- if they're beamed directly over, the transporter should alert us to anything unusual."
McTiernan makes a face at her console. "Still working on sensors, Sir. As for the ship, there are 847 ships named the Shamrock listed in the database." She nods, yeah yeah, she already knows what she needs to do. "I'll start cross referencing that ships design with ship names so we can narrow it down. The man's name brings up nothing."
"I'm bringing us in toward the Shamrock. We should be getting a clearer view now," Jel says. Sure enough, the two ships can be seen growing steadily larger through the portholes.
"Just those two were aboard, Amazon," comes the response from Flonoff. "And no, I don't. Whoever it was warped out when we showed up."
Indeed, the ships soon hover into view. One, darkened with no running lights, dwarfed by the other. And from the way the former sits, rear and a bit below the ship that must be the Shamrock, the Don Juan's in a tractor beam. Which is probably good, since otherwise it'd be drifting helplessly. And as for the Shamrock itself...
No wonder it didn't match anything in the computer. Though the large ship is sleek and well-built, it's obviously an amalgamation of many parts that were never meant to be part of one ship. Klingon, Federation, Orion, Ferengi, Romulan... a lot of cultures supplied those parts.
. o O Takamura thinks, "Why don't I believe you, Mr. Flonoff?"
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Pakleds?"
. o O Walters thinks, "What is that thing? Looks like a science fair project on sterroids."
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Hmmmm. I wonder if they could get the signature of whatever warped out and identify it that way? I'm not sure what we're getting into...I hope Hiroshi is packing an extra Type I, just in case."
Takamura narrows his eyes as he studies the two ships out of the viewport and makes sure his comm is on mute. "Cadet, send out a message to the closest Starfleet vessels, requesting them to join us here. I have a feeling that Mr. Flonoff is not what he appears to be." Opening the channel again, he continues. "Would you mind accompanying us to Station 419? We can accept the injured. However, our runabout isn't as well equipped as your vessel is for towing."
. o O Walters thinks, "Made from spare parts from a intergalactic junk yard."
"Yes, sir." Devona replies and complies quieckly enough. She sends out the message, and then sits back to await farther orders.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Succeeds.
Glancing up from the console Jasira quickly says, "Sir we are being scanned."
GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy+A vs Challenging and Fails.
GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.
Walters falls silent as his fingers itches over a few readied keys...
GAME: McTiernan contests her Computer/Research+A vs Impossible and Fails.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Impossible and Marginally Fails.
McTiernan continues to work at the console before her, her attention focused on what she's working on. The more she tries, the more her station beeps at her. Realizing she'll need to keep working, she sighs and says softly to Tak. "Their phasers where fired recently but I can't tell if it was within the time frame the Don Juan took damage, Sir."
Nabrun's eyes go distant as she continues working with her patients. "Excellent, Doctor. Sounds as though we'll have to prepare for two, which is much better than ten. Two injured is better than ten dead." Frustration mars her brow for a moment before it smooths back out.
As Nabrun addresses her, Adansae rejoins the senior counselor with the critical patients and begins around round of scans.
Flonoff responds, sounding rather distracted. "Yeah, we can do that, but... Hell, hold on a second, Amazon." The channel cuts out for a brief moment, then returns. "My medic says the burn victim is fading fast. He doesn't want to risk dragging her down to our transporter. You got a doc aboard, Amazon?"
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Don't fall for that."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy+A vs Challenging and Fails.
. o O Walters thinks, "This smells so much like a trap...."
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Impossible and Fails.
Takamura nods at Hamilton's and McTiernan's reports before responding to Flonoff. "Yes, we do, however our medical assests are required aboard our own vessel. If you send us the coordinates of the two wounded individuals, we can transport them over ourselves in a site-to-site transport." Muting the channel again, he tells the crew, if he agrees to this, we need to move quickly. I don't want our shields down too long because I suspect this is the attacking vessel. But, we need to get those wounded off that ship."
. o O Walters feels apprehension.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Impossible and Marginally Fails.
/That/ gets McT's attention. Already she's shaking her head. "Oh, this is bad.." she all but mumbles under her breath since she can't rule out the Shamrock as the source of the phaser fire. But it's not her call so other then her first mumbles words, she says nothing, merely gets back to work trying to scan their phaser banks more carefully. She blinks at her screen. Phaser banks? /What/ phaser banks. Grumble and back she goes to try again, adjusting her work.
GAME: Hamilton spends a courage point.
Adansae suddenly comes to a stop in front of one of the patients, her eyes going wide with alarm. "Doctor," she calls to Nabrun, her voice low but filled with urgency. She nods towards the patient, and the problem is readily apparent -- the young male is bleeding from both his eyes, blood that wells and drips like bloody tears.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems/Tactical+A vs Moderate and Fails.
. o O Takamura thinks, "I'm not about to give him any more potential hostages."
Walters says, "I have shields, sir, but you realize that thing could overcome us, or even the Freyr on a bad day, right?"
Looking over her data from her last scan Jasira mutters something, "Sir, I also can't seem to get a lock on a timeframe. However it seems that the ship is blocking our sensors from reading exactly when they did last fired their weapons." She pulls up more data, then shakes her head.
Nabrun's voice is calm as she responds to the emergency. "If any of the others start bleeding, administer 60mg of Trigerazine immediately. We might need to titrate down, but for now, we'll stay at 60." The hypospray is prepared and handed over to Ada to administer while the Betazoid, eyes still a little distant, reaches for something to mop up the blood. Despite the brutal efficiency, she's rather tender. She glances toward Takamura as she works, clearly debating saying something.
. o O Walters thinks, "Warp 9? What super genius made that thing? I wonder if I could get a few pointers for our saucer landing program..."
Jel continues to work at his console, saying nothing for now.
"Oh, thank God." Flonoff's voice fills with relief. Obviously speaking to somebody nearby, he snaps, "Jerry! Send 'em the coordinates!" And a few seconds later Hamilton's board beeps to confirm receipt of such.
Takamura still has the comm muted when he says, "I know that, Mr. Walters. That's why we've already sent a message to Starfleet." Getting up from his seat he opens the weapons locker and takes out several Type II phasers. "I don't trust these people, so we're going to be armed in case they decide to board us." He passes out weapons to Jel, Walters, McTiernan, and Devona, keeping one for himself. Reopening the channel, he replies, "Thank you, Mr. Flonoff. Once our medical team is prepared to recieve them, we will begin transport." Muting the channel again, he says, "Hamilton, lower the shields only long enough for transport. McTiernan and Devona, head to the back to watch over the patients. Jel, when we have them aboard, start heading for the station."
GAME: Hamilton spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Challenging and Fails.
With quick, efficient motions, Adansae takes the hypo from Nabrun and administers the medication and then waits and watches, breathless, for the Trigerazine to take effect. When the bleeding slows, she allows herself to exhale again and moves back to the other patients, checking their status and making certain that neither have hemorrhaged while she and Nabrun were attending to the emergency.
Walters says, "Ah meant in the speed category, in case you decide to try to run for it. Sorry for the imprecision." And he takes a phaser, checking the charge on it before putting it away on his side. "Let's all hope life is full of white clouds and prarie dogs, and this ship isn't hostile."
Jasira runs her fingers along the console, "Yes sir, shields are lowered," she grimaces slightly her hand hovering over the sequence to bring them back online.
"I get the feeling that hope will not be enough here, sir," Jel says, seemingly in reply to Walters. "It's all a little too convenient, including their cooperation with us."
. o O Hamilton thinks, "I don't not feel comfortable with this. Dang J, what the heck."
. o O Takamura feels some tension and distrust.
Nabrun offers Adansae a smile, then turns her face toward Tak, eyes focused somewhere a million miles away. "There are around fifty aboard, Sir. A couple of them are terrified, as if they're kidnapped or prisoners. Some are looking forward to the latinum." She takes a deep, slow breath. "And one is watching us like a fox watches a rabbit hole." The Betazoid's words seem to tumble at the end. "Permission to go armed, if necessary, Sir?"
. o O Takamura thinks, "Prepare for the worst and hope for the best. If this is really the Behemoth, I hope they aren't willing to openly attack a Starfleet vessel."
. o O Hamilton thinks, "I knew this was a trap!"
GAME: McTiernan contests her Shipboard Systems/Sensors+A vs Impossible and Fails.
McTiernan runs her scan a last time before rising. "We're being blocked on purpose, Sir. I still can't tell if they did the firing or not. I'd say they /did/ but proof is a different matter. When taken together with what the Doc says, I expect they'll try to take us, take the Amazon. I agree the Docs should be armed" she pauses then adds with a heavy voice, knowing that people probably won't understand, "..and they should make sure they can .. deal with their patients should that need arise. The last thing anyone needs is to be help a hostage or to give them those that are ill with a Syndrome we can't yet fight fully or understand." With that said, she sighs and ducks around, heading for the back of the vessel with a sad look at Nabrun and her charges.
GAME: Devona spends a courage point.
GAME: Devona contests her Receptive Empathy+A vs Challenging and Succeeds.
. o O Walters feels tense
. o O Walters thinks, "Here goes nothing..."
"Roger that, Amazon. Awaiting your transport," comes from the Shamrock.
Takamura nods to McTiernan. "Give them phasers, Piper. Just to make sure. When they are armed and ready, give us the signal." Turning to tactical, he says, "Hamilton, begin transport on their signal. I will operate the shields while you do that. Jel and Walters, be ready for us to leave immediately." He then moves into position so he can control the shields.
Walters says, "Aye Sir, readying to run. I can give us warp 7.5, but I would guess they can do 9."
Devona takes the weapon but she seems to be somewhere else. Her voice is a little distant as she says, "So much noise.. They're amused, sir. I think they're playing with us." Tesa snaps out of it and curls her fingers tighter on the weapon and goes to her assigned place. She comments idly, "Someone is very, very amused, sir."
Adansae looks up in alarm at the news that she and Nabrun will be armed, but offers no objection. She's too busy scanning and caring for the sick patients to object even if she were of a mind to do so.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems vs Routine and Succeeds.
Nabrun shakes her head slightly as she moves to prepare for the incoming, once again. "Not armed, yet, Sir. Just...where we can get to them, if need be, please." She gives Piper a long look, unreadable, then goes back to working in tandem with Adansae.
. o O Nabrun thinks, "Euthanize the patients if we're boarded. I don't think so."
. o O Adansae thinks, "What is she *thinking*?"
. o O Nabrun is irritated by the idea, very much so.
. o O McTiernan thinks, "This just gets better and better. Some master mind is using a Pakled or someone that /acts/ like one to hide their threat. Open wide, Amazon, we have a candy for you. Oh! Sorry! Did we forget to mention it was filled with poison. Why, how silly of us!"
McTiernan nods quietly, setting two weapons near to Nabrun before she too moves into the proper position. She gives Devona a look before holding her weapon up. "Ready here, Sir.'
. o O Devona is disturbed, but keeping her calm.
"Sir, the transporter is coming online. I'm transporting them directly to where the doctors are. If it's not out of line sir, I would like to suggest we have someone with a phaser beyond the doctors at the ready just in case I'm beaming over a hostile." Jasira states as she brings the transporter online and waits for the order to start the transport.
. o O Nabrun projects, "Just breathe, Tesa. Remain calm. Make sure your phaser is set to whatever the Lieutenant directs - stun, if I'm not mistaken. Remember to center yourself, and listen to LT Takamura. You know the laws, you know what we're here to do. I believe in your. You'll do fine."
GAME: Takamura spends a courage point.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Why the heck is McTiernan doing the weapons? I'm the freaking Tacitcal Officer."
GAME: Takamura contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
And between Takamura's skillful manipulation of the shields, and Hamilton's quick transport... *boom* Two prone figures lie on the floor in the back compartment, each covered up to the neck by a white sheet. The blonde one trickles blood from a cut on her forehead and moans a little; the brunette is deathly still, save for violent shivering.
Takamura manipulates the shield controls with a practiced hand. Once the transport is complete, he is relieved that no boarding party has joined them. Opening, the comm again, he states calmly, "Thank you, Shamrock. We will tend to the wounded. However, we must depart quickly because we already have critical patients aboard."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Routine and Dramatically Succeeds.
GAME: Adansae contests her Personal Equipment/Medical Tricorder vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
The Betazoid drops to one knee and scans the patient - then she does something rather odd. The tricorder gets raised just slightly, as if it's going to be used as a weapon. "LT Takamura," she calls. "I believe we've got the boarding party." Her voice is rather pleasant, all things considered. Professional. "Ma'm, don't even think about moving. LT McTiernan, could you please cover both of our...patients? This woman is about to put her empty hands out where we can see them." Barana's voice drops slightly, though she doesn't lean in any closer to the brunette, trying to stay just out of arm's reach. "I'll treat that nasty little infection once you're secure," she tells the human on the floor. Yes, Barana is ready to pounce, if need be.
"Sir transport complete," Jasira runs another sub routine, and turns quickly in her chair to look at Takamura, "Sir, the Shamrock's weapons online. Go to red alert?" she questions her fingers hovering over the console.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems vs Impossible and Fails.
GAME: Devona contests her Receptive Empathy vs Routine and Marginally Fails.
Adansae immediately moves to the blonde patient, assisting her onto a biobed before quickly scanning with the medical tricorder. She frowns as she works, but it's a frown of concentration rather than worry -- the patient is obviously going to live. She's about to begin treatment with a dermal regenerator when Nabrun's words stop her in her tracks.
Devona glances toward Nabun and frowns slightly. The Cadet's large black eyes focuss on the weapon and she frowns slightly. And shakes her head.
McTiernan's reaction is immediate and expected. She falls back a step to place herself between the women on the floor and the patients, her weapon drawn and set to fire at a moments notice. She doesn't question why Nabrun feels this way, clearly there is reason, and she has a ship and crew to protect. "Computer! Raise forcefield Alpha-Two Gamma, authorization McTiernan1143Omega." The order /should/ bring up a forcefield that separates the bridge from the rest of the small runabout.
. o O Devona thinks, "Can you read them Barana? It's too distant, too small. But I felt eagerness."
Walters types a few things on his console, studying something, and shakes his head with a grumble.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Perception vs Moderate and Fails.
*FWONG* goes the sound of the forcefield snapping into place, as the computer calmly replies, "Forcefield Alpha-Two Gamma initiated."
Which doesn't at all stop the flurry of movement from beneath the white sheets covering the 'injured' women. Abruptly, a knife is held to Adansae's neck, the blonde woman watching her with steady, dark eyes. And the brunette lifts... and swerves around the descending tricorder, to smirk at Barana Nabrun as she leaps up, knife in hand. She starts to prowl around the Counselor, though her words are meant for McTiernan and Devona. "Shoot, and she's dead. Guar-an-teed."
GAME: Devona contests her Receptive Empathy vs Routine and Succeeds.
As the forcefield goes up, Takamura glances over his shoulder. Turning back to the front of the ship, he cuts the comm with the Shamrock. "Red alert. Helm, get us out of here with all due haste, taking evasive manuvers as necessary. Tactical, if they fire upon us, target their engines. We need to try to cripple them so we can make our escape. Engineering, keep the shields up and the engines going." All the while, he is tapping his communications panel to open a channel to Starfleet.
Adansae gives a little cry as her patient is suddenly, miraculously 'cured' and pressing a knife to her throat -- clearly, this was the last thing that she expected. She stands statue-still, her eyes on Nabrun.
. o O Adansae thinks, "Don't worry, Barana -- I'm not going to try anything. I'm not even going to move."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy+A vs Routine and Succeeds.
. o O Devona thinks, "They're confident Barana. Maybe too confident. Lets see if we can use that against them?"
. o O McTiernan thinks, "I'm sorry, Barana."
Devona shifts on her foot, turning to face the brunette that's prowling around Nabrun. Her voice is soft as she says, "You really don't want to do that." Her weapon is ready, but not fired.
. o O Devona is nervous, but the worry is over Nabrun's safety not her own.
GAME: Jel contests his Vehicle Operations/Shuttlecraft vs Routine and Succeeds.
Nabrun very slowly puts her tricorder down on the floor and turns both hands over, palms up, to where the two women can see they're empty as the Betazoid rises. "Cleverly played," she tells the pair of them, eyes moving back and forth between the two. "For the most part." She nods her head to the three patients who are critical. "Have you both been innoculated?" There's concern on the Betazoid's face, clear. "If not, you'll be symptomatic soon. This is, unfortunately, a rather virulent strain." A very brief glance is spared for Adansae, but the counselor's attention is on the two women with knives. She nods, briefly, toward the bloody cloth used earlier, as if showing them proof.
"I'm taking us out of here," Jel says. His voice carries a little more weight suddenly, and his words seem to have more emphasis, perhaps because this is a situation he is not entirely unaccustomed to. A moment later, the usual hum of the ship raises in pitch as the unmistakable sound of the warp drive kicking in is heard. Outside of the portholes, the stars flash for one brief moment before they start to race in and out of view as the ship goes to warp.
GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Fast Talk+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
The lights change from soft yellow to a harsh red as Jasira keys in the sequence. Pulling the array up to prominence on her consol, "Shipboard phasers and microtorpedoes are online sir."
. o O Hamilton feels anger.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "How the heck did I miss that knife."
McTiernan's look turns cold as her attention rests on the blond after hearing Devona dealing with the other woman. She tips her head slightly as she regards the woman. As Nabrun speaks, she simply shrugs to the blond. "I don't have to do anything, chica. You've signed your own death warrant. The woman you're threatening to kill? Yes, well.. only she can protect you from the plague these others folks have. See how he's already bleeding from the eyes? We just picked him up." She offers the blonde a cold hard smile and shrugs as she seemingly leans a hip against a biobed casually, "All I have to do is wait. It'll do my work for me."
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems/Engineering vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: McTiernan spends a courage point.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Fast Talk+A vs Moderate and Fails.
Walters says, "Shields at one hundred ten percent. Safety interlocks off for warp 7.5, estimated speed of enemy vessel Warp 9."
Now, the brunette actually pauses, glancing toward the patients. She grits her teeth. "Lovely." She taps at the metallic device on her shirt in an odd sequence- two short, one long. The blonde, however, just smirks, moving to put Adansae between herself and the McTiernan/Devona duo, all the while keeping that keen blade at Raynne's throat. "Then they can cure us later. For now, you're gonna put those weapons down."
And up front, a voice comes over the channel. It's not Flonoff, though it's still male. "Lieutenant... Takamura." And there is a smile in that voice, and not a friendly one. "My ship can outrun yours. My weapons sure as hell outmatch yours. Stand down. If it helps, I have no intentions of harming anybody aboard your ship. I only want your craft."
GAME: Jel contests his Space Sciences vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Devona contests her Receptive Empathy vs Routine and Fails.
Pulling up the arrays once more Jasira, her bottom lip slightly bloody from worrying it between her teeth, turns her attention on the sensor scans, "Sir the Shamrock has moved to warp and is following us."
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Where the heck is he going to put us out into space. Deep breath, J. Focus on making them dead in the water."
Takamura opens the channel to the pirate ship. "You have some gall trying to hijack a Starfleet vessel, Mr. Acis, is it? Starfleet has been notified of our situation and help is on the way. So, you might want to reconsider your actions. And I have no reason to trust a man who has deceived us thus far with our safety." He then mutes the channel. "We'll try our best to outrun them until help arrives. In the meantime, I need options, people."
Nabrun watches the brunette out of the corner of her eye and slowly turns as the blonde does. "M'am," she says quietly. "I'm a trained physician who just came from a plague of this. I watched what it did to dozens of men, women and children. The man on that bed there? A few moments before we got the distress signal from the ship that's being held in the Shamrock's tractor beam, he was bleeding from his eyes. This is a nasty disease, and even though you're holding one of my team hostage, I don't wish this on you. Take a look at the three on the biobed. Do you see all of the blood? Do the physicians aboard the Shamrock know how to treat this, have the medications needed? The symptoms start slowly, with coughing. Within a short time, those infected start coughing up clots of blood as the lungs begin to disintigrate. If one of the clots gets into the blood stream, ischema is imminent - and that doesn't always kill you, just leaves you unable to move, unable to communicate. You're aware, awake, but a prisoner in your own body. I'm sorry, I wouldn't wish that fate on -anyone-. Not even a Jem'Hadar. Imagine being able to feel everything happening to you, but being unable to do even blink, unable to communicate to anyone that it -hurts-. The vaccine is a simple one, and one we have aboard, one we've all been treated with. I DO have other doses of it. Otherwise, it's like the Lieutenant said, it will only be a matter of time before it's your blood on those cloths, until the other Doctor and I are trying desperately to save your lives. If others board us, or if you go back, you're going to infect the whole ship, and we'll have another plague on our hands.
Adansae continues to stand as still as she possibly can, not wanting to jostle the blade against her throat. Her eyes remain on Nabrun as she listens to the Lieutenant's words.
GAME: Nabrun spends a courage point.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Persuasion+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
. o O Adansae oddly calm, and certain that Nabrun will be able to get her out of this. She's more concerned about the critically-ill patients needing attention.
Devona glances toward McTeirnan, and shaking her head softly. She murmurs, "I think you should listen to the doctor.." She slowly starts to lower her weapon, not too fast though.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems/Tactical vs Moderate and Fails.
Walters says, "We can't outrun them and we probably can't outfight them, but stalling tactics might not hurt. The Freyr will be at our last position in 20 minutes or so. One thought is if we managed to loop around and hide near the other vessel, I could try to lure them close and overload it's engines and drive it down heir throat. But no really great ideas yet. I'll search for spacial anomalies to play tag in..."
GAME: Jel spends a courage point.
GAME: Jel contests his Shipboard Systems/Tactical+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Walters spends a courage point.
Pulling up sensor scan after sensor scan, each one a bit more detailed Jasira shakes her head. Shifting her focus to the weapons array she again checks it's availability.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Succeeds.
McTiernan just doesn't have the Doctorate to back up all this but hey, Nabrun does so it's all good. She holds her weapon steady, her position doesn't change but she does remain silent, simply watching the blond, the way she moves, how she holds herself, letting her listen to the truth of Nabruns words.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "Come on J. Think of something."
Jel swivels in his seat to face Takamura. "There's nowhere to hide in this area that I know of, sir," he says matter-of-factly. "And we certainly aren't going to outrun or outgun them. Our only shot is to cripple their propulsion systems with a quick strike and then retreat. We know that they've cobbled their ship together from a variety of different sources. If we can target a weak point on their nacelles, we should be able to cause enough damage to disable their engines. It won't be easy, but it's possible."
And the blonde woman hesitates, glancing toward Nabrun, then toward the Fabrizzi-afflicted patients. Her attention distracted, the blade lifts a bit away from Adansae's throat. Not much, but a little. Her partner in crime, though, just smiles, and moves abruptly to trail her own blade along the blanket covering the female patient. "Hmmm. Hostages." And then she blinks. For the afflicted patient, having watched all of this, starts to scream in terror, and turns into a blur of motion and batting at the pirate woman. "Get away! Get away!" And Ms. Brunette jumps back out of pure reflex.
Up front- an abrupt pause from the channel, then that voice comes again, much less friendly this time. "So much for not harming you. A pity. You could have been... useful." And the channel closes. And then the Amazon rocks from a full-on phaser blast.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Receptive Telepathy+A vs Routine and Marginally Succeeds.
Walters says, "I'd say yes, there's a weak spot on the Shamrock's Nacelles if we can hit them there..."
Walters punches a few more commands on his console of course before saying this.
Takamura holds on tight as the small ship rocks. "Evasive manuvers. Hamilton, target the ship in the tractor beam. While they are reacting to that, turn our weapons onto their warp nacelles. Walters, keep us together."
GAME: Nabrun contests her Intellect/Logic vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Walters contests his Shipboard Systems vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Nabrun contests her Unarmed Combat/Starfleet Martial Arts+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
GAME: Hamilton spends a courage point.
Walters taps a few buttons on his console, frowns at a blat then hits a few more. "Shields at seventy eight percent, but we're holding together for the moment."
The blade moving slightly away from her throat is all the invitation that Adansae needs; the second she has an inch of space in which to maneuver, she twists out of the woman's grasp and spins herself to the other side of the biobed.
. o O Nabrun projects, "I'm going for the blonde, Tesa. See if you can take down the brunette."
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems/Tactical vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems/Tactical vs Moderate and Succeeds.
And all it takes is Adansae's moving away for Barana to go in low, diving forward toward the blonde's legs - and under the knife, hopefully. Nabrun makes no noise, simply becomes a moving target toward the blonde.
GAME: Jel contests his Vehicle Operations/Shuttlecraft vs Routine and Succeeds.
GAME: Jel contests his Vehicle Operations/Shuttlecraft vs Moderate and Succeeds.
GAME: Devona spends a courage point.
GAME: Devona contests her Energy Weapon/Phaser+A vs Moderate and Marginally Succeeds.
After the brunette jumps away from the flailing woman, Devona brings her weapon back up and fires at the brunette. Her voice is as commanding as a Cadet can make it, "Put your hands up."
. o O Devona builds up a strong resolve, blocking everything out that isn't needed at the moment.
Jasira's fingers glide over the consol causing the rear weapons to send out one micro torpedo first at the Don Juan ripping a large hole in its side. Causing cargo to spew forth as it's pulled along behind the Shamrock. The second micro torpedo quickly slams into the Shamrocks nacelle causing it to rapidly lose power.
GAME: McTiernan contests her Energy Weapon/Phaser vs Routine and Succeeds.
. o O Hamilton thinks, "about freaking time, J."
McTiernan has about a second to blink as several things happen at once. The ship rocks, the blond slips, Adansae ducks and Nabrun charges. Nabrun charges? Is she nuts to put herself between a weapon and the bad guy? Yesh. Sadly, Piper was already firing on the blond.
And our fearless pilot easily slices the Amazon through space, lining her up in perfect syncopation for Hamilton to fire. And through the front viewscreens, the Shamrock suddenly cuts power, letting the Amazon zoon ahead, and is soon lost from sight. Of course, meanwhile, there's a bit of excitement going on in the aft section of the runabout. Very quickly- Counselor Adansae twists free! Counselor Nabrun abruptly launches a tackle toward Raynne's blonde former captor, and manages to get enough of a hold to slow the woman down. A knife starts to slash viciously toward the Betazoid, only to drop abruptly to the floor when Lieutenant McTiernan's shot finds its mark. And the blade is quickly followed by unconscious blonde. Of course, there's still the other nemesis, but the dark-haired pirate shudders and screams when Cadet Devona's shot finds its own mark, grazing criminal arm. That blade, too, falls from stunned fingers, and the pirate looks around wildly. "... Oh hell..." The arm that still works rises quickly at the cadet's order.
And the flurrying patient? Still flurrying in panic, and she's now joined by the guy on the next bed over. Panic is, after all, infectious.
With the tactic successful and the Amazon hurtling towards Station 419, Takamura sends another message to the Freyr giving the cordinates of the crippled Shamrock. He also requests back up for the Freyr. Looking to the bridge cew, he says, "Excellent work. Now, let's get our patients back to the station, best possible speed." Next, the Japanese man hails the rear compartment. "Piper, what's going on back there?"
. o O Takamura feels a sudden rush of relief, but there is still a underlying current of tension.
Despite the fire of weapons and general chaos, Adansae remains calm enough to reach the biobeds in order to comfort and medicate her patients. Hyposprays are administered, scans are run, shoulders are patted -- it's almost as if all the turmoil taking place around her is happening on another plane, a plane in which her life wasn't in danger mere moments ago.
Walters says, "The engines should only going to last an hour or so at Warp 7.5, but depending how close the station is..."
Nabrun confiscates the knife once she's got her knees under her and is sure the blonde is down. "ENS Adansae," she calls quiet, "Sixty of Trigerazine, ten of Diprivan..." Then she trails off to watch Ada for a second, nodding once. Yes, that's pride on her face. "Nice shooting, LT McTiernan," the Betazoid says softly. "I THOUGHT I remembered you pulling high." She moves to confiscate the second knife, keeping an eye on the brunette as she does so. "If you'll sit on the biobed, M'am, I'll treat that as soon as Command says it's safe." Finally, as she's moving back toward Adansae, the Counselor's eyes fall on Devona, and she just smiles.
GAME: Hamilton contests her Shipboard Systems+A vs Moderate and Marginally Fails.
Jel turns around once the course is plotted and laid in. These things can practically fly themselves, you know. "So this must be your first real mission then, cadet?" The question seems to be directed toward Devona.
. o O Nabrun projects, "Exceptional shot, Tesa. I'm proud of you, and I think the Commander will be as well."
Devona keeps an eye on the brunette as well. Phraser still aimed at the pirate and she doesn't seem to have any intentions of lowering it any time soon. She murmurs distractedly, "Yes, sir."
Running sensor scans a look of puzzlement comes to Jasira's features. Running them again she frowns, 'Sir, the Shamrock seems to have disappeared from sensors. They might be blocking our sensors again."
. o O Devona is still blocking everything out.
. o O Nabrun is rather relieved that the hostage crisis is over, but wary of the two prisoners. There's no small measure of pride, as well. Someone is rather proud of, and grateful for, the team she's worked with.
. o O Devona thinks, "Thank you."
McTiernan is all business as she moves to the blond and secures her as best she can at the moment. After a quick look at the other woman, she says softly to the cadet. "Well done. Just watch her so I can report in. I'll be back in a minute with security restraints." Adansae gets a soft touch of hand to shoulder and Narbun gets a pointed look. Only then does she make for the forcefield. "One moment, Sir," she calls out to Tak before she says to the computer. "Computer, lower forcefield Alpha-Two Gamma, authorization McTiernan3411Delta."
. o O Walters thinks, "Krylow's going to kill me. Or worse, make me do the refit myself."
The dark-haired pirate swings her gaze around to Nabrun, shocked and bewildered... and sits *thump* on the biobed. After a moment, she remembers to glare. Blondie, of course, just lays there unconscious on the floor.
The comm console beeps with acknowledgement from both the USS Freyr and Dulcais Prime.
And with two prisoners well in hand, and the afflicted patients sedated to calmness, the USS Amazon flies toward home, triumphant. Well, mostly triumphant. There are still two prisoners out there in the hands of who-knows-who aboard the ship that called itself the Shamrock... a ship that vanishes into thin air, despite the best efforts of the 17th Fleet...
