[USS Juno] Taking back the prisoner

Posted on Fri Aug 3rd, 2018 @ 7:41am by Captain Harrold Anderson & Captain Xalanth & Lieutenant JG T'para

2,464 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: [USS Shanghai] S1E2: Encounter in the Abyss
Location: Various Locations
Timeline: 05/15/2394, 11:00 Hrs

Charlena walked in to the shuttle bay with Xalanth. Charlena walked in to the shuttle as she started to check the systems. She turned to Xalanth. "Sir, we're taking this craft to an Crescent outpost. I know it is risky, but that Orson kid said the prisoners are held there, and if we're going with the Juno we will be detected easily and fired upon immediately. Which makes sense." She then walked outside. "We taking the rifles, sir?"

The dragonian nodded as he walked over to the armoury. " Mixture of phases and TR-116 rifles with both stun and lethal ammo. We don't know what we'll be fighting so i wanted us to be ready for anything. " He was already wearing his modified federation combat armour with his organic dragonian assault rifle slung as his secondary weapon. The red bio weapon appeared to be breathing as it's internal bioreactor worked to prepare its metallic enamel ammo. Picking up a TR-116 and a pasher rifle he carried them over to the marine captain. " Which do you want Charlena?"

Charlena took the TR-116 rifle. "What do you think, sir?" She then looked on the padd she was holding. "I have 3 additional marines with us. Commander Bers and Orson are joining us as well. That kid knows the lay out of that outpost better then us. I want to keep him in close range though. He may be a kid, but I am not assured yet. Would you like to add anyone of your team to join us?" She asked.

" I'd like to add someone who has training as a combat medical officer. We don't know what condition the prisoners will be in. " The lizard replied his voice and tone showing he was enjoying this. This was what the ancestors had created his clan to do.

"Of course, sir, anyone you may need. Who is this combat medical officer?" She asked curious.

" Only one officer trained as combat medic i know off and she's my mate...." The lizard began as the doors opened. T'para stepped into the shuttle bay wearing her own blue tinted federation away armour. It had the medical attachment added to it grieves and other tools on the legs and back.

" That would be me." The hybrid said politely. " Thought i'd make my way here when i felt the ship stop. I know it's against regulations, but I'm the only medical officer with combat medical training and who has experience. "

Charlena looked at the Vulcan. "Well, it makes me a bit relieved to know you're here, lieutenant. Let's hope we don't need your expertise." She held up her rifle. "I am sure you can hold one of these. Cause I don't expect the mission to be easy."

"Of course. I'm no dragonian legionry or marine, but I can hold my own." She said taking the rifle and making it ready. Though her hands were made for medical work she held the rifle as naturally as any personnel in Starfleet.

Bervag walked in with Orson. The Commander was armed with his standard kit. A phaser rifle, Standard medkit, and tricorder. Orson, not so much. "Lieutenant, Captain." he nodded. "Doctor T'Para." he said. He began to check his gear.

3 Marines came in full gear as well. "Well," said Charlena, "I am the marine here, your starfleet. Which one of you is going to pilot this thing." She grinned.

Bervag grinned. "That'd be me." he chuckled. "I was a helmsman before I picked up this heavy hardware on my neck." he said.

"Ok everyone, let's move out." Charlena motioned for everyone to get on to the shuttle, before she walked on board herself. She sat down next to the pilot and looked to him. "Are you alright, commander? You seem a bit off. I know you been trough a rough time with the whole switching thing. Do you think you can handle the mission?" She looked over her shoulder to everyone boarding.

Bervag gave a curt not, as she hit somewhat of a sore spot. "Not denying my head feels like its gonna explode. But not gonna let it get in the way of our mission." he replied. He settled behind the controls Do I really seem that off?

"Yes, sir, my apologies, I won't question you again." She got up to make room for Xalanth to sit next to the first officer and moved to the back to sit down with her marines.

" No need to appologise. Now lets go and save the day." replied the lizard as he sat down in the seconed seat.

***

[Prison Facility - Interrogation Room]

Siltar Le, was preparing for next round of torture sessions. He was given permission to torture Tera, and he was looking forward to the opportunity. Tera had been resisting the torture from Amilla, which was really pissing off her off. In in away pissing him off as well. Siltar had a crooked smile on his face. "Good morning Miss Tera." Said Siltar.

"Amilla sent in the b-team today?" Asked Tera.

Siltar elbowed Tera on her left shoulder, causing her to thrust forward in the chair she was bound too. "Silent slave." Demanded Siltar.

"I'm not your slave, and your not getting any information from me." Said Tera, wondering why they were keeping her live. What was the ulterior motive. She had no idea, they sent an agent to apprehend her daughter.

"Oh you will talk, the beating will continue. The pain will get worse daily, by the end you will be begging for us to kill you. Once you give us the information we need, we will grant that request." Suggested Siltar, hoping he was scaring her into being more cooperative.

"My daughter is safe, back with the Federation. There is nothing you can do to convince me to assist you." Said Tera, as she looked at Siltar with distaste. She wish she could kill him, where he stand for all that he had done to her and to the other prisoners.

"Its only a matter of time, we will get her. And we will kill her. You have my word on that Tera." Said Siltar with a big belly laugh.

"I will kill you Siltar, mock me all you want. Before I escape from here, I will you." Said Tera, as she tried to fight her restraints. But she was going no where.

Siltar laughed as he back handed her. "You can't even get out of her chair, you do have a sense of humor." Said Siltar as he continued to laugh.

Amilla was standing outside and witnessed what was going on. "Siltar," she said his mind. "Get out here now!"

"At once your excellency." Said Siltar, as he left the room and walked over to Amilla. He bowed and then kneeled in her presence.

Amilla watched him coming out and waited for him to kneel before her. She turned around and smacked him in the face. "You do like torturing, don't you? Don't answer that, you know I know the answer. Now listen to me, I want you to take the ground forces and one third of the guard commandos and send them back to the home planet. Don't ask questions." She really didn't want to be interrupted. "And I want you to secure this place with everyone that is left. Understand. And leave the prisoner and alone for now. I want this outpost to be secured for intruders."

She looked to the prison. "I want minimum security for the prisoners and maximum on my throne room, is that understood? And scan for large vessels, I believe a federation starship is heading our way. No need to concern yourself with smaller vessels. I believe several smaller scout ships will be coming soon. You can ignore them. Until I tell you otherwise." She didn't feel the need to inform him on everything she was planning. She wasn't really trusting anyone and she didn't want to make it anymore easy on her grandson as she already did. It would be best if the Federation believed he really defected by letting her subjects believe it as well. "Oh and by the way, my grandson disappeared and one of the smaller escape vessels. You're guards are getting rusty. I don't need anyone to find him, just know he is branded a traitor until I am satisfied he is not."

"At once your excellency, your orders will be carried out." He said still kneeling in her presence, keeping his head down and showing respect to the messiah of his people. The Crescent of Sephira, was strong, and no single federation ship or small support craft, will take down the mightily empire.

Amilla nodded, "but just focus on that big ship that will be here soon. Understood?"

"Of course your excellency." Simply said Siltar. "We will be prepared for their arrival." He was already anticipating how he would lay a trap for the weak federation. Their big ship would be a nice trophy for Sephira.

***

Down in the prisons lower levels, one of the guards struggled to keep his eyes open. He was tired so barely heard the noise until his foot connected with the sphere which clunked along the floor. Stopping he picked it up to exam it which would turn out badly for him. The sphere exploded in a burst of bright light and sound that sent the guard screaming to the floor in pain. He could do nothing as Xalanth beamed in and shot him with a stun shot from his phaser.

After making sure the guard was out the lizard scanned the dark corridor as the rest of his team beamed in. As no other guards appeared he started moving heading for the area where the kid had said the federation prisoners were being held. " Everyone okay?" He called into his helmet mic as he kept his rifle firmly scanning the surrounding area.

Charlena pointed her rifle around following behind Xalanth. "Somehow the diversion is working," said Charlena, she looked over her shoulder to Orson, "Do you always leave your prisoners so sparely guarded? There seems to be not much resistance here."

"Almost too easy." Bervag agreed. He raised his own phaser. He was grateful to Orson for reversing the switch. But He wasn't sure he completely trusted him. He gave a nod to the Marines with him to fan out and give it a double check.

"Grandmother bust have plans. Maybe hopes to capture you as well." he shrugged. "She usually keeps her plans on a need to know basis." he offered

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Noticing Orson had gone on board she grinned. She took her seat on the command center. Without everyone noticing she send a telepathic message to Orson. Grandson, you are on schedule, the route I told you won't give you much problems. Remember I trust you. She then turned to Siltar and said, "You have the command center, I will be in my room. I trust you keep that federation ship at bay."

"The ship will be your trophy soon, Sephira will be happy with us on this day." He said as he said as she left the command center. Siltar was eager to capture the federation vessel.

Thank you, Grandmother Orson telepathically replied. "This way." he told the Starfleet group. " I do remember that it was lightly guarded."

Xalanth kept scanning with his eyes piece. Something was wrong here. No one was in the cells and there was only a limited guard presence. All of which he downed with the knock out rounds from his T117 leaving them on the floor. His primary heart jumped when life signs he recognised. Bajorians.

Dropping another guard he approached one of the cells. " Kid how do i open these? " he barked out as he indicated the marines to take up defensive positions.

Bervag came up,Orson in tow. He had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity. "You have the floor. And we don't have all day." the XO said.

Orson looked over the cell. He touched it and it just opened. He was just as surprised as the rest of them.

"Well that was handy" Bervag said. He flashed a look to Xalanth. As if to say. "Or convenient"

"You're safe now." He offered. "We're here from the USS Juno."

The lizard nodded. Something was wrong here. T'para was already checking on some of the more badly hurt Bajoran. " Is there anyone else in the prison?" he asked still scanning the area with his head piece.

Charlie was holding a padd that the captain gave her and started to do a head count. She then came back to Bervag and Xalanth, "Commander, Lieutenant, we're only missing the Bajoran chancellor, but Lt. Aanyo just informed me she is dead. Everyone else is here. We have to get out, the Juno can't keep up the fight, if reinforcements get here we will be overrun!"

She turned to T'Para. "Doctor T'Para, if they are able to walk, we have to get them out of here now! You can treat them on the shuttle, we have not enough time to do it here."

One of the marines that came with Charlie walked up to her and whispered something in her her ear. "Ok we need to move it people, we have been made, reinforcements are probably on the way!" Charlie ordered. She turned to Bervag and Xalanth again. "We have to go, sirs!" She then started to make way to the dockingspace.

T'para nodded as she helped one of the worst hurt to his feet. Xalanth covered her being the last one back into the corridor. He started seeing guards moving around them on every floor. He started dropping them causing panic amongst them as their fellow guards started dropping randomly. They'd fought anyone with a TR-116 rifle before he thought to himself as a grin spread across his face.

It was only a short distance to the place they had left the shuttle. " Keep moving people were almost there." He yelled encouragingly as he hit another guard with a stunning shot.

Bervag had Orson in front of him. He nodded at Xalanth as he went past him. "Corporal, watch him." he ordered.

"Sir?" the corporal said.

"I can't watch him and fly us outta here at the same time." he said. The corporal nodded. So Bervag hopped into the pilots seat and began the start u sequence. Ready to lift off at a moments notice. He brought the shuttle into a short hover. "Everybody aboard?" he called out.

Charlie came in with the last prisoner. "I got the kid, corporal. Ok commander, I closed the shuttle. Let's go!" She quickly said.

"Good! Lets blow this joint." he said. The shuttle streaked off.

 

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