Yesterday, 01:18 AM
"Hopefully, not Jem'Hadar."
Mara’s lips pulled back, her teeth bared in a feral smile. She’d tested herself in combat against pretty much everything the Alpha Quadrant had to offer. The Jem’Hadar were a legend, made all the more intimidating by the passage of time.
There bein’ more of those bastards is a Bad Thing. Let’s not fuck around with the notion that it ain’t. But… There’s a part of me that wants to see if they’re half as scary as they’re supposed to be. I’d be lyin’ if I tried to deny it.
"If you have any spare security officers, have them start identifying the Klingons…. Maybe they're in a database and we can figure out who the Hell these idiots were," the Captain ordered.
“Will do boss,” Calleja replied as Crawford retreated to a quieter corner of the cargo bay. She turned and went to find Trevathan, making sure she still had a clear line of sight to the CO so she could respond in case of trouble. Old instincts died hard, even though she knew only too well that the redhead was more than capable of defending herself.
“Trev? New job for you and your boys,” Mara said. “Boss wants to see if we can ID any of these Klingons. Scan ‘em, check the database for any matches.”
“So we got to go check the bodies again? Lovely job,” he replied.
“I’ll kick you a grog ration when we get back. I’m not beyond bribery,” the Bandaran offered with a grin.
“Done.” Trev chuckled and then went to rally the nearest couple of officers.
[Svenson here, Chief. Captain Givens had me look into the freighter database some more, to see if I could find anything Dominion-related or sensitive information. While I was unsuccessful with that, I did manage to find a cargo manifest listing items such as food, medical supplies, and alcohol, but this is where it got interesting, specifically with it all coming from Achenar IV, with them heading to Pentax III and a crew supposedly made up of 17 Dopterians not Klingons. From what I can tell, this points to forgery, which suggests to me that someone is covering their tracks.]
Mara grinned to herself. She was stood out on her own, watching the Star Fleet teams as they worked, so she figured she was clear to use the D-word.
“Noted Ensign. We’ve not found traces of Dopterians down here. Klingons, Cardassians and one TBC so far, so you’re bang on the money. Just do me a favour, keep the whole Dominion thing quiet for now. I don’t want that hitting open channels until the Captain’s good and ready with a message of her own.”
She paused.
“What’s your status up there? How many did you lose? Givens sounded pretty beat up.”
As she waited for Svenson to come back to her, Mara remembered the sample that had been sent over to Sickbay.
There’s every chance that comes back as a Gamma Quadrant race. I better call Robin.
“Calleja to Mayfair. Can you go to a private space please, confirm when you're on your own?”
She paused to give the CMO time to get off the Sickbay floor.
“Mid Doyle has sent through a blood sample just now. I know I can trust you to be discrete so I'll catch you up. This is a slaver's ship. The blood sample came from a hidden compartment full o' chains and manacles. We've also found Dominion tech. Hence the secrecy. I don't want that word on an open channel until we're good and ready. Can you identify the race that blood sample came from and let me and the Captain know directly please?”
== GM input please - at your leisure, can you let us know if our Klingon victims appear on any databases or registers that let us identify them? ==
Mara’s lips pulled back, her teeth bared in a feral smile. She’d tested herself in combat against pretty much everything the Alpha Quadrant had to offer. The Jem’Hadar were a legend, made all the more intimidating by the passage of time.
There bein’ more of those bastards is a Bad Thing. Let’s not fuck around with the notion that it ain’t. But… There’s a part of me that wants to see if they’re half as scary as they’re supposed to be. I’d be lyin’ if I tried to deny it.
"If you have any spare security officers, have them start identifying the Klingons…. Maybe they're in a database and we can figure out who the Hell these idiots were," the Captain ordered.
“Will do boss,” Calleja replied as Crawford retreated to a quieter corner of the cargo bay. She turned and went to find Trevathan, making sure she still had a clear line of sight to the CO so she could respond in case of trouble. Old instincts died hard, even though she knew only too well that the redhead was more than capable of defending herself.
“Trev? New job for you and your boys,” Mara said. “Boss wants to see if we can ID any of these Klingons. Scan ‘em, check the database for any matches.”
“So we got to go check the bodies again? Lovely job,” he replied.
“I’ll kick you a grog ration when we get back. I’m not beyond bribery,” the Bandaran offered with a grin.
“Done.” Trev chuckled and then went to rally the nearest couple of officers.
[Svenson here, Chief. Captain Givens had me look into the freighter database some more, to see if I could find anything Dominion-related or sensitive information. While I was unsuccessful with that, I did manage to find a cargo manifest listing items such as food, medical supplies, and alcohol, but this is where it got interesting, specifically with it all coming from Achenar IV, with them heading to Pentax III and a crew supposedly made up of 17 Dopterians not Klingons. From what I can tell, this points to forgery, which suggests to me that someone is covering their tracks.]
Mara grinned to herself. She was stood out on her own, watching the Star Fleet teams as they worked, so she figured she was clear to use the D-word.
“Noted Ensign. We’ve not found traces of Dopterians down here. Klingons, Cardassians and one TBC so far, so you’re bang on the money. Just do me a favour, keep the whole Dominion thing quiet for now. I don’t want that hitting open channels until the Captain’s good and ready with a message of her own.”
She paused.
“What’s your status up there? How many did you lose? Givens sounded pretty beat up.”
As she waited for Svenson to come back to her, Mara remembered the sample that had been sent over to Sickbay.
There’s every chance that comes back as a Gamma Quadrant race. I better call Robin.
“Calleja to Mayfair. Can you go to a private space please, confirm when you're on your own?”
She paused to give the CMO time to get off the Sickbay floor.
“Mid Doyle has sent through a blood sample just now. I know I can trust you to be discrete so I'll catch you up. This is a slaver's ship. The blood sample came from a hidden compartment full o' chains and manacles. We've also found Dominion tech. Hence the secrecy. I don't want that word on an open channel until we're good and ready. Can you identify the race that blood sample came from and let me and the Captain know directly please?”
== GM input please - at your leisure, can you let us know if our Klingon victims appear on any databases or registers that let us identify them? ==