06-11-2025, 12:16 AM
== Hitting the fast forward a little with permission. Well. A lack of objections, which is basically the same thing… ==
"Pomn, huh? Gosh, that sounds kind of familiar…. Where have I heard that name before?"
That one was mentally filed away by Calleja for investigation later. There was definitely history there and she was going to find out what it was.
[Givens to Crawford. A trail has been found but it's faint and getting fainter. We're on the clock now.]
Mara wasn’t privy to the entire conversation there but she did anticipate the order that came next.
"We need to move. Calleja, we need to get any relevant evidence over to Artemis as well the bodies before getting our personnel over. Between you and Nathan, figure out what we need to do with this ship. If it's served it's purpose, let's destroy it but if you think there's a reason to keep it, we'll tag it and come back. Whatever the decision, we're on a tight schedule now."
The Security Chief nodded and let the CO finish issuing the stream of orders that were coming.
"When it rains, it pours," Tyra said. That one drew a feral smile from Mara.
“I say we blow the ship, unless Ramius is attached to it. We leave it, it gets salvaged by the wrong people. I’d be happier takin’ it out of circulation permanently. We’ll get on it.”
Receiving no objections - although she would admit she didn’t exactly leave much room for them - Calleja nodded to both Crawford and Ramius and went to get on with her job.
She put her fingers to her mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
“Security, gather round,” she called, her voice carrying with little effort. “Hustle up!”
With her teams quickly clustering around, Mara didn’t waste time.
“We’re leavin’ and we’re goin’ quickly. Artemis has a trail to follow so we gotta shift. Trev, I want the qoH rigged to blow. Don’t go nuts but make sure the job gets done. Arm the charges only once we’re all off, wait for my order to pull the trigger. Get it done, go!”
Calleja waved the squad away. Whilst she could have rigged the charges herself and a part of her really wanted to pull rank and do it, she knew she had to delegate this one, and Trevathan was a trained and capable sapper.
“The rest of you, I need the Klingons tagged for transport. Dead and alive, although I don’t think we’ve taken many prisoners. Doyle, handle the ones in the cargo bay for me. Okehampton, the engine room. Bance, get up to the Bridge and help Svenson. When you’re done, contact Artemis, get them beamed over to the morgue or the brig, and then beam back yourselves by team as well. Let me know ASAP once you’re done and clear. Got it? Good. Go!”
As the assembled Security officers scattered, Mara took a step back. She could see the telltale flashes of transporter activity as demolition charges were beamed over and Trevathan was already on his tricorder picking his sites, as the others moved to tag the defeated enemy.
“Calleja to Svenson. We’re leavin’,” Mara said into the comm. “I’m sendin’ you up Bance for back-up. Tag the Klingons ready for transport. Live ones to the brig, bodies to the morgue. You’re authorised to contact Artemis once they’re ready to go. Check with Omdor if he needs any muscle with whatever he’s movin’ but time is of the essence, and if you’re not needed, get back to Artemis. Let me know when you’re done and clear. Calleja out.”
With the orders given, Mara grabbed a crate and headed for the bloodstained slave pen with a resigned expression on her face. Given the readings that came from the blood samples, she knew it was important to collect as much evidence as possible.
The Security Chief was probably the most secular person on the ship. She didn’t believe in spirits, the almighty, ineffable plans or anything that required even the smallest amount of faith. But even she felt something stepping back into that chamber of horrors. It was like she could feel the torment seeping out of the walls. She shivered involuntarily and then got to work. There was a reason she’d taken this task on herself. She didn’t feel comfortable ordering anyone else in here to do what needed doing.
It didn’t take long before the crate was filled with chains, sections of floor plate and a couple of significant pieces of bench. Mara had picked out anything that had both significant traces of blood and was removable with the multitool she carried on her belt. Slapping a tag on the crate, she had the transporter room beam it straight to the medical isolation labs.
“Calleja to Mayfair. We’re movin’ the bodies over now. We’re leavin’ in a hurry so expect to see them come over staggered. Also, I’ve just sent a crate to your medlab with anythin’ that was both bloody and easily dismantled from the slave pen. You should have plenty to work with there. Fuck do I feel like I need a shower after that though.” She sighed. “I’m gonna stop by once I’m back on Artemis anyway. See you in a bit. Calleja out.”
[Okehampton to Calleja. Engine room is clear Chief. We’re on our way back to Artemis.]
“Acknowledged. Good work Nat. See you back in the office.”
Mara looked around the cargo bay. The Klingons were gone and so were her teams, bar Trevathan who approached with the control unit for the demolition charges.
“To you, Chief,” he said, handing it over. “Green button to arm, double press the red to detonate. Plenty of range to do it from Artemis.”
“Thanks.” Mara nodded to the team leader. “Get back to Artemis, I’ll see you shortly.”
That just left the bridge team, and for the Security Chief to make sure Crawford and Ramius were gone too.
We came, we made a fuckin’ huge mess of the place and the crew, and we fucked right off…
There was a wry smile on her lips as she started her last circuit.
== Tags all! ==
"Pomn, huh? Gosh, that sounds kind of familiar…. Where have I heard that name before?"
That one was mentally filed away by Calleja for investigation later. There was definitely history there and she was going to find out what it was.
[Givens to Crawford. A trail has been found but it's faint and getting fainter. We're on the clock now.]
Mara wasn’t privy to the entire conversation there but she did anticipate the order that came next.
"We need to move. Calleja, we need to get any relevant evidence over to Artemis as well the bodies before getting our personnel over. Between you and Nathan, figure out what we need to do with this ship. If it's served it's purpose, let's destroy it but if you think there's a reason to keep it, we'll tag it and come back. Whatever the decision, we're on a tight schedule now."
The Security Chief nodded and let the CO finish issuing the stream of orders that were coming.
"When it rains, it pours," Tyra said. That one drew a feral smile from Mara.
“I say we blow the ship, unless Ramius is attached to it. We leave it, it gets salvaged by the wrong people. I’d be happier takin’ it out of circulation permanently. We’ll get on it.”
Receiving no objections - although she would admit she didn’t exactly leave much room for them - Calleja nodded to both Crawford and Ramius and went to get on with her job.
She put her fingers to her mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
“Security, gather round,” she called, her voice carrying with little effort. “Hustle up!”
With her teams quickly clustering around, Mara didn’t waste time.
“We’re leavin’ and we’re goin’ quickly. Artemis has a trail to follow so we gotta shift. Trev, I want the qoH rigged to blow. Don’t go nuts but make sure the job gets done. Arm the charges only once we’re all off, wait for my order to pull the trigger. Get it done, go!”
Calleja waved the squad away. Whilst she could have rigged the charges herself and a part of her really wanted to pull rank and do it, she knew she had to delegate this one, and Trevathan was a trained and capable sapper.
“The rest of you, I need the Klingons tagged for transport. Dead and alive, although I don’t think we’ve taken many prisoners. Doyle, handle the ones in the cargo bay for me. Okehampton, the engine room. Bance, get up to the Bridge and help Svenson. When you’re done, contact Artemis, get them beamed over to the morgue or the brig, and then beam back yourselves by team as well. Let me know ASAP once you’re done and clear. Got it? Good. Go!”
As the assembled Security officers scattered, Mara took a step back. She could see the telltale flashes of transporter activity as demolition charges were beamed over and Trevathan was already on his tricorder picking his sites, as the others moved to tag the defeated enemy.
“Calleja to Svenson. We’re leavin’,” Mara said into the comm. “I’m sendin’ you up Bance for back-up. Tag the Klingons ready for transport. Live ones to the brig, bodies to the morgue. You’re authorised to contact Artemis once they’re ready to go. Check with Omdor if he needs any muscle with whatever he’s movin’ but time is of the essence, and if you’re not needed, get back to Artemis. Let me know when you’re done and clear. Calleja out.”
With the orders given, Mara grabbed a crate and headed for the bloodstained slave pen with a resigned expression on her face. Given the readings that came from the blood samples, she knew it was important to collect as much evidence as possible.
The Security Chief was probably the most secular person on the ship. She didn’t believe in spirits, the almighty, ineffable plans or anything that required even the smallest amount of faith. But even she felt something stepping back into that chamber of horrors. It was like she could feel the torment seeping out of the walls. She shivered involuntarily and then got to work. There was a reason she’d taken this task on herself. She didn’t feel comfortable ordering anyone else in here to do what needed doing.
It didn’t take long before the crate was filled with chains, sections of floor plate and a couple of significant pieces of bench. Mara had picked out anything that had both significant traces of blood and was removable with the multitool she carried on her belt. Slapping a tag on the crate, she had the transporter room beam it straight to the medical isolation labs.
“Calleja to Mayfair. We’re movin’ the bodies over now. We’re leavin’ in a hurry so expect to see them come over staggered. Also, I’ve just sent a crate to your medlab with anythin’ that was both bloody and easily dismantled from the slave pen. You should have plenty to work with there. Fuck do I feel like I need a shower after that though.” She sighed. “I’m gonna stop by once I’m back on Artemis anyway. See you in a bit. Calleja out.”
[Okehampton to Calleja. Engine room is clear Chief. We’re on our way back to Artemis.]
“Acknowledged. Good work Nat. See you back in the office.”
Mara looked around the cargo bay. The Klingons were gone and so were her teams, bar Trevathan who approached with the control unit for the demolition charges.
“To you, Chief,” he said, handing it over. “Green button to arm, double press the red to detonate. Plenty of range to do it from Artemis.”
“Thanks.” Mara nodded to the team leader. “Get back to Artemis, I’ll see you shortly.”
That just left the bridge team, and for the Security Chief to make sure Crawford and Ramius were gone too.
We came, we made a fuckin’ huge mess of the place and the crew, and we fucked right off…
There was a wry smile on her lips as she started her last circuit.
== Tags all! ==