03-09-2025, 05:08 AM
== Cargo Bay ==
Readied, Nathan was patient in waiting for his prey to appear. For a moment he thought he could hear the footfalls of the approaching Klingons, but it didn’t much matter if he could or not. All that mattered was taking them down as quickly as possible once they did appear - if they got into close quarters, he’d have to deal with it in a much bloodier fashion. There was a sound beside Nathan, possibly from Bance shifting, that caused his eyes to shift to the source for the tiniest fraction of a second. That was when the Klingons came out from behind a set of crates.
Of course the moment I look away…
The reaction was instant, and Nathan was pulling the trigger the second his eyes were back on target and his aim adjusted. The first shot caught one of the Klingons in the upper right shoulder, but it didn’t stop them. Ramius’ second shot caught the same Klingon in the chest, before his third shot connected straight to the Klingon’s bony cranium. As that one fell, the other dodged and put some cover between Nathan and them as the fourth shot sailed into some crates.
Waiting for another opportunity from his angle, Nathan could hear some shots from Doyle’s phaser. In the intervening moments, it didn’t take long for Ramius to register the next big thumping sound to be the second Klingon dropping to the deck. With their pair of Klingons stunned for the foreseeable future, he stood completely up and cracked his neck.
“Good job Doyle, Bance,” he commented to the security pair even though he hadn’t completely caught how well their shots had landed.
With the immediate threat taken care of, he holstered his pistol and returned the strap that secured his mek’leth within its sheath; while he was happy not to have drawn blood, he would’ve done so without any hesitation. Nathan let out a quiet sigh. The next part was one that he wasn’t looking forward to. As if the universe noted his uneasiness, a hulk of a woman entered his view. Nathan had to check himself from grabbing his phaser, as she seemed more Klingon than Starfleet, with a bloodied machete in hand.
Nathan’s first thought that she was ex-militia from a colony world, or perhaps a well-raised farmhand considering her proportions. Though he leaned toward the ex-militia angle with the no nonsense swagger she had going. A casual glance suggested she might have the slightest height advantage on him, but they both were well-built, hers being more bodybuilder-esque than his. As she spoke to Doyle, Nathan noted her tone and vocabulary. If she wasn’t already Chief of Security, then she was on her way to being it, if she could keep her obvious bloodlust in check.
“And you,” her hazel eyes had locked onto Nathan as she continued to speak.
There was, for a moment, a brief expression of surprise that passed across Ramius’ face. If anything, Nathan would have thought his name and face would have been plastered on every training manual for ‘what not to do’ as an officer on the Artemis in perpetuity. Perhaps he’d overestimated his infamy, which only led the surprise to deepen on his face, with just the slightest hint of something that resembled sorrow. It had been a rightly earned set of black marks on his dossier. Yet, he now had to wonder if time was finally erasing those marks.
Perhaps they are fading…
Hearing that Calleja was the COS of the Artemis didn’t surprise him in the least, and his face returned to neutral as she demanded a reason for his presence on the ship. As she raised the machete up to point toward the door, Nathan took a few steps to take a look at the portal. Then he returned his gaze back to Calleja.
“Lieutenant Commander Nathan Ramius, Starfleet Security Command, and unfortunately I don’t have an easy way into that area…” his tone was respectful if somewhat flat. The drugs that coursed through his veins to wake him from his medically induced torpor were beginning to wear off, along with the adrenaline of the fight.
“...Tyra... Captain Crawford or Commander Coleman will know exactly who I am…”
Nathan was once more hedging his bets that Tyra was still in command. He’d done everything she had told him to, sending missives to various individuals in an attempt to get ahead of the fallout that befell her. Even when he’d finished, Ramius wondered if it was going to be enough, especially when an armed contingent of security officers had visited his own quarters.
The echoes of my past actions still reverberating… Nathan stopped the thought.
“Unless Beka Sydesh is still aboard the Artemis? Actually, strike that from the record, as I very much doubt she’d give me a positive character reference,” his hand reached up to his neck and rubbed it, a somewhat sheepish look in his face as he quickly relived his cringeworthy memory of a particular party.
“I do have a PADD that will confirm my identity in one of those crates over yonder. I’ve also got some intelligence about what the qoH is doing out here, though that I’d need to share directly with the Captain.”
== tag Rubi and Mara! ==
Readied, Nathan was patient in waiting for his prey to appear. For a moment he thought he could hear the footfalls of the approaching Klingons, but it didn’t much matter if he could or not. All that mattered was taking them down as quickly as possible once they did appear - if they got into close quarters, he’d have to deal with it in a much bloodier fashion. There was a sound beside Nathan, possibly from Bance shifting, that caused his eyes to shift to the source for the tiniest fraction of a second. That was when the Klingons came out from behind a set of crates.
Of course the moment I look away…
The reaction was instant, and Nathan was pulling the trigger the second his eyes were back on target and his aim adjusted. The first shot caught one of the Klingons in the upper right shoulder, but it didn’t stop them. Ramius’ second shot caught the same Klingon in the chest, before his third shot connected straight to the Klingon’s bony cranium. As that one fell, the other dodged and put some cover between Nathan and them as the fourth shot sailed into some crates.
Waiting for another opportunity from his angle, Nathan could hear some shots from Doyle’s phaser. In the intervening moments, it didn’t take long for Ramius to register the next big thumping sound to be the second Klingon dropping to the deck. With their pair of Klingons stunned for the foreseeable future, he stood completely up and cracked his neck.
“Good job Doyle, Bance,” he commented to the security pair even though he hadn’t completely caught how well their shots had landed.
With the immediate threat taken care of, he holstered his pistol and returned the strap that secured his mek’leth within its sheath; while he was happy not to have drawn blood, he would’ve done so without any hesitation. Nathan let out a quiet sigh. The next part was one that he wasn’t looking forward to. As if the universe noted his uneasiness, a hulk of a woman entered his view. Nathan had to check himself from grabbing his phaser, as she seemed more Klingon than Starfleet, with a bloodied machete in hand.
Nathan’s first thought that she was ex-militia from a colony world, or perhaps a well-raised farmhand considering her proportions. Though he leaned toward the ex-militia angle with the no nonsense swagger she had going. A casual glance suggested she might have the slightest height advantage on him, but they both were well-built, hers being more bodybuilder-esque than his. As she spoke to Doyle, Nathan noted her tone and vocabulary. If she wasn’t already Chief of Security, then she was on her way to being it, if she could keep her obvious bloodlust in check.
“And you,” her hazel eyes had locked onto Nathan as she continued to speak.
There was, for a moment, a brief expression of surprise that passed across Ramius’ face. If anything, Nathan would have thought his name and face would have been plastered on every training manual for ‘what not to do’ as an officer on the Artemis in perpetuity. Perhaps he’d overestimated his infamy, which only led the surprise to deepen on his face, with just the slightest hint of something that resembled sorrow. It had been a rightly earned set of black marks on his dossier. Yet, he now had to wonder if time was finally erasing those marks.
Perhaps they are fading…
Hearing that Calleja was the COS of the Artemis didn’t surprise him in the least, and his face returned to neutral as she demanded a reason for his presence on the ship. As she raised the machete up to point toward the door, Nathan took a few steps to take a look at the portal. Then he returned his gaze back to Calleja.
“Lieutenant Commander Nathan Ramius, Starfleet Security Command, and unfortunately I don’t have an easy way into that area…” his tone was respectful if somewhat flat. The drugs that coursed through his veins to wake him from his medically induced torpor were beginning to wear off, along with the adrenaline of the fight.
“...Tyra... Captain Crawford or Commander Coleman will know exactly who I am…”
Nathan was once more hedging his bets that Tyra was still in command. He’d done everything she had told him to, sending missives to various individuals in an attempt to get ahead of the fallout that befell her. Even when he’d finished, Ramius wondered if it was going to be enough, especially when an armed contingent of security officers had visited his own quarters.
The echoes of my past actions still reverberating… Nathan stopped the thought.
“Unless Beka Sydesh is still aboard the Artemis? Actually, strike that from the record, as I very much doubt she’d give me a positive character reference,” his hand reached up to his neck and rubbed it, a somewhat sheepish look in his face as he quickly relived his cringeworthy memory of a particular party.
“I do have a PADD that will confirm my identity in one of those crates over yonder. I’ve also got some intelligence about what the qoH is doing out here, though that I’d need to share directly with the Captain.”
== tag Rubi and Mara! ==