Victim Victory-a

Posted on Fri Nov 17, 2017 @ 12:26am by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit & Lieutenant Arashi Tanaka Mr. & Lieutenant Samantha Raylen

1,771 words; about a 9 minute read

Mission: Dīvide et Impera ~ Chapter One: Sending Out An S.O.S
Location: USS VICTORY

Transporter Room 2

Dr. Anderson was just getting started with her initial scans of the civilian pilot, as her nurses stood to the side with medkits and an antigrav gurney, when the doors to the Transporter room parted and Captain Kennit entered. She wasted no time, sweeping in and deftly removing a member of the medical team from her path in order to reach her quarry. Reaching him, she took in his physical appearance with a swift analytical glance. He was tall, 6’1” at least, with dark black hair that was combed neatly back, and piercing blue eyes. As she approached, he gave her a gleaming white smile. By any standard he was a strikingly handsome specimen.

Even though Captain Kennit stood a mere 5’6”, she had no problem at all in grabbing hold of John Hunter and dragging him away from the medical staff, forcibly turning him to slam him - face and chest into the bulkhead, held there firmly and quite easily as she snarled in a savage yet quiet, soft..oh so very soft voice. “That rusty piece of shit you call a ship could not possibly stand up to the fire power of Razom Hetaz’s ship. If he could hit us that hard.. there is no way in HELL you should still be here that means you are helping that Orion shitbag and that means you start talking or I start hurting you...”

"Captain!" Nicole shouted, as Hunter cried out in pain.

She motioned for her staff to stay back and walked up to the Captain, making sure she was enough in the Captain's line of sight that the other woman couldn't ignore her. "Captain, you are injuring my patient without provocation."

“On the contrary Doctor,” the Captain answered, her voice still holding that mild, soft yet deadly lethal calm. “I have reason enough to immediately have our guest incarcerated into the brig and interrogate him thoroughly. And,” she added as a clear afterthought, “I have not injured him at all. Yet.”

"Well I'm not in pain from nothing," Hunter grunted. "And I wasn't helping anyone, I was trying to protect my cargo from being stolen! Maybe I'm here because whoever it was didn't feel like damaging the merchandise!"

“I’ve heard that before.” Kennit drawled in response. “And what exactly is your cargo that a criminal like Razom Hetaz would want it badly enough to take so long in going about the act of stealing it?” she questioned. Not waiting for a response, she snapped in a stronger tone, “Kennit to Bridge! XO, I want an armed security detail and our Marine contingent over on that cargo ship. Secure the vessel and get me a complete manifest of its cargo. Once we have its manifest I want its holds inspected and it’s cargo verified.”

On the bridge Alec heard Rhea's no nonsense call. "Aye Captain." He acknowledged as he closed the com with her and tapped his combadge. "Hunter to Major Prime, Major get your team and head to the transporter room and prepare to board the merchant vessel we've encountered. You're to secure the ship and get a complete manifest of it's cargo. Once you have the manifest. Check the holds and verify the cargo. Security will be joining you. he added."

While waiting for Prime to reply. Alec looked back towards security. "Hunter to security, I want an armed security detail to meet Major Prime and his Marines in the transporter room and prepare to board the merchant vessel. You will coordinate with Major Prime and his team."

Arashi was in his office reviewing his actions during the recent drill, looking for places to improve and what he could do to speed up response times to emergencies when he got the call. He pressed his comm badge and responded. "Yes sir. I am on my way now," he said. He closed the channel and turned to some of the security guards that were in the office readying for their shift. "Yo we got a job to do, people. Ready up and get to the transporter room. We are going to the merchant vessel that the captain stopped and we are going to help the marines secure it. I want your best out their." Arashi said to his security team. They grabbed phaser rifles and sidearms, waiting for their leader to lead them. Arashi brought a tricorder along with the phaser rifle and sidearm and headed out with his team.

Back in the transporter room, Nicole leaned in to whisper to the Captain. "Captain if you are going to incarcerate the person we came to rescue, go ahead, but if you bruise or fracture anything on him, I will have to note in in my log."

The Captain’s eyes when she at last glanced toward the Doctor were dark, emotionless and clearly indicated exactly how concerned she was by that little threat.

"Who the hell are you people?!" John finally shouted. "There is no way this is a Starfleet ship! I swear by the Prophets I don't know who was attacking me, so either kill me and put me out of my misery or throw me in a brig but in the name of everything decent stop hurting me!" The end of his outburst sounded more like a plaintive wail as he slumped against the wall, tears coming out of his eyes.

"Captain," Nicole repeated, quietly, "let him go. This is not right."

“I’ll give him this much,” Kennit said, noting the crocodile tears in the cargo captain’s eyes. “He’s a good actor.”

She released him, stepping back but maintaining an alert, distrusting stance.

Nicole immediately came up to him as he slid to the deck and scanned him. "No, he isn't," she said. "You tore his rotator cuff, and he has a hairline fracture in his clavicle."

“I’ll ask you again, how is it that a cargo ship withstood an attack by a known Orion smuggler, murderer, and former second in command of the Orion Cartel. If he was after your cargo, he’d have taken it before we could arrive.”

"Shield...emitters..." John said, trying to control his breathing and lessen the pain. "Got them second-hand, but they're starship quality. Main reason I survive this job at all. No point in transporting cargo if anyone passing can transport it away. The rest was me trying to pilot the ship in enough of an erratic pattern that he couldn't hit me. Almost worked till you arrived and my engines gave out." He paused and took in a sharp breath, which only caused him to wince in pain again.

Nicole snapped her fingers and one of the nurses slapped a hypo into it. She programmed it and pressed it against his neck, delivering a pain blocker. Immediately his breathing eased and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Captain," he said, looking up at Kennit, "I don't work for, or with, Orions. I generally try to avoid them. I've got a cargo hold full of equipment for genetic research that I'm delivering to a station a few hours from here. You are welcome to search all of it, I don't give a damn."

"That's enough," Nicole said. She stood up and beckoned the nurses over with the antigrav gurney. "Get him set up on biobed two. I'll be there shortly." She paused and said, as an afterthought, "keep a restraining field activated. I don't want him stressing his shoulder any more."

She stepped aside and let them carefully help him onto the gurney before wheeling him out of the transporter room. Once they had gone, Nicole looked to the transporter technician who was doing his best to intently stare at his console. "Out," she ordered, and he locked the controls and left as if he'd been waiting to hear the word.

"Tell me," she said slowly, "that what I just saw was a 'bad cop' maneuver that went a bit too far, and not you just sadistically causing someone injuries."

“Bad cop.” Kennit echoed with a shake of her head. “I have no idea who your new best pal is,”the Captain said. “But I damn well know Razom Hetaz, and the fact that your pal survived nearly 32 minutes of attack by Razom’s ship with his hide and his cargo intact tells me he’s involved in...whatever it is that Razom is up to and as far as I am co corned, that makes your pal just as dangerous.”

"He is not my 'best pal'," Nicole said. "And who the hell is Razom Hetaz?" Nicole half-shouted, nearing exasperation.

“I can’t tell you...exactly. Suffice to say, he was the Number Two Man in the Orion Cartel. They were working to reach an agreement with a faction of the Klingon Empire which is...less than friendly, shall we say. The focus of the assignment was on his boss, Tevan Isklena. Razom was just...an opportunity. When Tevan and Razom both were taken off the game board, the tensions with the Klingons eased...somewhat. I find the knowledge that Razom managed to survive quite troubling. He’s a threat, make no mistake. You’ve seen the leftovers of damage he caused on my scans. Eight weeks as his guest, and eight months tracking his movements and habits before that. Your pal is lying.”

"Not my pal," Nicole repeated, "my patient. And until we have something more than your hunch, you are not allowed in Sickbay. My people will watch him. I'll also get his clothes so we can search his belongings."

The Captain’s eyes snapped with the rising argument about be unleashed when she stopped, mid-breathe and blinked once. If she was banned from Sickbay that meant the follow-up medical scan of her implants after the time spent in the regeneration alcove scheduled for that afternoon at the end of her shift was impossible to achieve. And while Rhea enjoyed a good poking and prodding to be sure, the variety offered in Sickbay was not at all her type. Therefore, she need not submit herself for more scans. That expression of ‘about to argue’ shifted to a smile. “Very well Doctor. Have it your way.” Kennit turned to leave, paused and added in a congenial tone “Be advises, if your patient proves to be a problem for my ship, my crew, or myself.. after I’m finished with him, I will be paying you a visit.” On that final note, the Captain exited the transporter room.

 

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