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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #166 on: March 20, 2018, 03:48:31 pm »
All along the proverbial watchtower, a short time later...


In someone's quarters...

Slax leaned back against the bulkhead of the quarters, sighing loudly. 

How had things come to this place? 

How had her duty as a security officer come to the position of helping a lover to capture her boss by watching a child?

Was there even a point in asking how?  What was that poem the humans had?  Her roommate at the technical services academy had been a fan.  'Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do and die?'

She tapped her combadge.  =/\= Petty Officer Slax to Ensign Zolarim.  In Position.  =/\=


In Corridor 3-12

Crewman Randy McMillan checked his PADD, tiny red icons representing the position of the security patrols and guards at watchposts.   He'd never had an order to avoid capturing a suspect before.  But hey, his job wasn't to ask questions, right?

=/\= Crewman McMillan reporting: All department personnel in assigned patrol paths. =/\=


In Shuttlebay Bravo

Ensign P'Rell found the whole affair to be quite illogical.  Even if the station was on lockdown, there was no reason for her to decrease the efficiency of her department, nor to mandate their consumption of food so severely.  Round-the-clock shifts could perform shuttle maintenance with more alacrity than personnel rigidly forced into standardized cycles.  Plus, some species had differing needs for nutritional consumption.

Moreover, there seemed no reason for a Security Officer to take an interest in her department's scheduling.  That should be an internal matter.

And yet, it was not her place to question such things...

=/\= Ensign P'Rell reporting that all shuttle bay personnel have been assigned to 'lunch' according to your request.  =/\=


USS Glyrhond, in Shuttlebay Alpha

Kalro listened as the requested acknowledgements came rolling in.   Everything was going according to plan, and they were almost ready to go.   He glanced to Filitov and the Counselor.  A good pilot and a good mind-binker.  What more could he ask for?

Well, maybe a bit more.

=/\= Ensign Zolarim to Meadows, Kaz, and Garrison.  Confirming all preparations are complete and we are good to go green?  Once I transmit the security alert, I expect things to happen quickly. =/\=

An operation like this was akin to directing an orchestra.  Many instruments.  Many parts.  Very complicated. 

But if everything went according to plan, there would be music...




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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #167 on: March 20, 2018, 06:38:16 pm »
[ Starbase 375 - Shuttlebase Alpha - USS Glyrhond ]
Day 3 - 2 1 1 5 hours...

Calandra rubbed the inside of her palm where she had slammed it against her console before Zolarim and Filitov transported onto the Glyrhond. Although the redness had faded into a pale cherry, the pain still throbbed in the center of her hand. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to focus on the auxiliary science console. Instead, her mind was left to wander. The counselor recalled the way Officer Slax's head turned sharply at the sound of the banging. When Fala had updated the staff on the PADD as to the identity of the killer, all of the frustration, rage, and fatigue from the past two weeks came boiling to a head.

The Haliian continued to fume as she sat in the silence of her station. After her fellow Shran comrades had transported aboard the Glyrhond, the counselor had barely spoken to words to either of them. First, she did not trust the Zakdorn with her life as his recent track record had been less than stellar. Second, had Kalro not been afraid to question Dorei upon their initial encounter, perhaps she would have come to the conclusion much earlier. We had him, she thought bitterly as she crossed her arms against her chest while the quiet continued to effervesce. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she reminded herself that Dorei had managed to evade them and was still on the loose.

There was a small part of her frustration that emanated from herself. Dorei was the most obvious suspect, laying low in plain sight. He had the most to gain after the death of Morag. He witnessed Cassie Lemard's altercation and his security overCassieas used to open her quarters. The security chief had even managed to slip into the Hair of the Dog to plant a coin for his next victim, Sivak. Upon their initial interaction, he was obviously distressed by their presence in the investigation. Even with all of those red flags raised, she hadn't seen this coming. She tore her eyes from the screen and lifted them to stare straight ahead at the wall in front of her since her station was off to the side.

Voices began pouring into Zolarim's combadge. Apparently, Kalro had managed to concoct a plan that included locking Dorei out of certain Jeffries tubes. Decks were under lock downs that prohibited anyone from leaving or entering without proper identification. Shuttlebay Beta was evacuated in order to engineer a path for Dorei to escape. Once again, Zolarim was taking a calculated risk and lives were on the line. This was Kalro's last chance to make amends for his miscalculations and mistakes. If something should go wrong, he might never recover from the shame and disappointment.

The counselor was tired of just waiting around like sitting ducks. Right now was probably not the best time to rile anyone up or ruffle any feathers as the situation was already tense. Yet, something nagged at her and she swiveled in her seat to face the cockpit once more, "Are we sure about this? Giving a criminal a runabout without knowing if he has any accomplices? Dorei managed to commit all of these murders in plain sight. Isn't that a little suspicious to you?"

"The whole security department could be compromised." In truth, the counselor had already ruled out that Dorei was working with an accomplice upon the discovery of the first body. However, she was feeling petulant and the revelation of Slax's affection for Kalro gave her the ammunition to discuss her feelings about his carelessness in a more round about way. Satisfied with her small jab, she blinked innocently, waiting for a response.
« Last Edit: March 21, 2018, 02:01:07 am by Calandra Trilarck »

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #168 on: March 20, 2018, 07:15:44 pm »
[ Starbase 375 - Shuttlebase Alpha - USS Glyrhond ]
Day 3 - 2 1 1 5 hours...

Calandra rubbed the inside of her palm where she had slammed it against her console before Zolarim and Filitov transported onto the Glyrhond. Although the redness had faded into a pale cherry, the pain still throbbed in the center of her hand. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't bring herself to focus on the auxiliary science console. Instead, her mind was left to wander. The counselor recalled the way Officer Slax's head turned sharply at the sound of the banging. When Fala had updated the staff on the PADD as to the identity of the killer, all of the frustration, rage, and fatigue from the past two weeks came boiling to a head.

The Haliian continued to silently fume as she sat in the silence of her station. After her fellow Shran comrades had transported aboard the Glyrhond, the counselor had barely spoken to words to either of them. First, she did not trust the Zakdorn with her life as his recent track record had been less than stellar. Second, had Kalro not been afraid to question Dorei, perhaps she would have come to the conclusion much earlier. We had him, she thought bitterly as she crossed her arms against her chest while the silence continued to effervesce. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she reminded herself that Dorei had managed to evade them and was still on the loose.

There was a small part of her frustration that emanated from herself. Dorei was the most obvious suspect, laying low in plain sight. He had the most to gain after the death of Morag, he had been at the scene of Cassie Lemard's altercation and his security override was used to open her quarters. The security chief had even managed to slip into the Hair of the Dog to plant a coin for his next victim, Sivak. Upon their initial interaction, he was obviously distressed by their presence in the investigation. Even with all of those red flags raised, she hadn't seen this coming. She tore her eyes from the screen and lifted them to stare straight ahead at the wall in front of her since her station was off to the side.

Voices began pouring into Zolarim's combadge. Apparently, Kalro had managed to concoct a plan that included locking Dorei out of certain Jeffries tubes, deck lock downs that prohibited anyone from leaving or entering without proper identification in order to engineer a path for Dorei to take. Once again, Zolarim was taking a calculated risk and lives were on the line. This was Kalro's last chance to make amends for his miscalculations and mistakes. If something should go wrong, he might never recover from the shame and disappointment.

The counselor was tired of just waiting around like sitting ducks. Right now was probably not the best time to rile anyone up or ruffle any feathers as the situation was already tense. Yet, something nagged at her and she swiveled in her seat to face the cockpit once more, "Are we sure about this? Giving a criminal a runabout without knowing if he has any accomplices? Dorei managed to commit all of these murders in plain sight. Isn't that a little suspicious to you?"

"The whole security department could be compromised." In truth, the counselor had already ruled out that Dorei was working with an accomplice upon the discovery of the first body. However, she was feeling petulant and the revelation of Slax's affection for Kalro gave her the ammunition to discuss her feelings about his carelessness in a more round about way. Satisfied with her small jab, she blinked innocently, waiting for a response.

Runabout Glyrhond

Katcha was seated at the flight controls waiting for the next part of the plan to happen. She was not sure if she was needed there, but for the first time since leaving the Shran, she felt at home. She was not an investigator or security officer. Nor was she a Doctor of a Counsellor! They all had parts to play in the investigation, whereas she was just helping out whenever they needed a spare body.

As such, they were following Kalro's plan. So all she could do was wait for something to happen.

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #169 on: March 20, 2018, 09:37:31 pm »


=/\= Ensign Zolarim to Meadows, Kaz, and Garrison.  Confirming all preparations are complete and we are good to go green?  Once I transmit the security alert, I expect things to happen quickly. =/\=

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #170 on: March 20, 2018, 09:46:01 pm »
[Starbase 375, Security Office, present day]

Dorei had tried to be extremely careful. Though he marked his victims, he was sure to leave biometric data off of his Janus coins when he left them for his victims. He tried to make the kills when the victims were alone. He even did his best to present himself as neutral. So how the hell did they get a scent on his trial?

Upon seeing the messages coming in, Dorei experienced a full array of emotions. First came the fear followed closely by the panic. He looked up from the terminal to the security crewman that was manning the front "reception" desk. It didn't seem like she saw the data feed yet. Good. He still had time.

"Oh." he said. "I just remember that I have a meeting. Can you man the office for me while I'm out? I'll be back as soon as it's done." Before the security crewman could respond, Dorei was already out the door, moving as quickly away from the office as he possibly could.

For a moment, Dorei considered stopping by his quarters and grabbing a few of his belongings. A thought he had to push out of his head. If they were hot on his trial, that would be one of the first places that they would check. He was a sitting duck on the starbase. He would have to get off.

He looked down at his services uniform and noticed his comm badge. The small starfleet insignia seemed to dully reflect the lighting from the ceiling above him. He figured that if they were tracking him, he would have to ditch the badge as well. He slipped it off and threw it down an empty hallway before walking the opposite direction. It wouldn't buy him much time, but he needed all that he could get.

[Starbase 375, Shuttlebay]

Dorei entered the shuttlebay through an access hatch. The main doors were manned by some of his men, who he was certain were fully aware of the current situation. He cursed as he bumped his head on the opening, but maintained his speed and made a beeline for the runabout.

[Runabout]
When he entered the runabout, Dorei ran to the flight console and closed the door. He initiated the engines through a series of button taps on the LCARS console. The blue hue strained his eyes a bit and he lamented for the days when the interface was yellow and purple. Within seconds, he was taking off, and within two minutes he cleared the starbase's forcefield.

The terminal to the right of him pinged one. Then twice. Then three times. The starbase was attempting to hail him. Probably for the better that I don't answer that, Dorei thought to himself. He closed out the notifications on the terminal and proceeded to move away at full impulse. Once he cleared the Starbase, he would set a course for heading for Deep Space Nine where he would take the wormhole into the Gamma Quadrant to start his new life.
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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #171 on: March 21, 2018, 07:20:10 pm »
USS Glyrhond, Shuttle Bay Alpha

An alert lit on the runabout auxiliary console, and Kalro nodded to Filitov.

"Ready or not, there he goes.  Let's go after him.  Make sure he gets far enough from the station before you get too close.  I'd like him to be clear of any potential traffic before we get to him."

So far, everything had gone according to plan.   It was a nice change from the usual.

Their suspect had taken the baited runabout, virtually admitting his guilt in the process.   Now all they had to do was tag along, spring their distraction, disable the runabout, and capture their prisoner.

Well... that was actually still quite a bit that could go wrong.

But he had faith.  Not just in his plan, but also in the people who were carrying it out.

If there was anything he'd learned during the past week, it was that his colleagues on the Shran were people he could rely on and lean on in a pinch.  Now he just had to prove that he was someone they could count on, too.

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #172 on: March 21, 2018, 07:24:44 pm »
[Starbase 375,  Operations, Day 3, 2100]

Other than leaving to find dinner and checking in with the teams working on their plan to capture Lieutenant JG Matthew Dorei (NPC), Awen had stayed in Operations. Everything seemed to be ready...or at least as ready as it could be. All that was left, for now, was to wait for the Acting Security Chief to make his move.

She glanced over as Captain Williams (NPC) joined her as she watched the viewscreen. All was quiet for the moment. The Starbase captain looked worried, not that she could blame him. Having a serial killer aboard, let alone having it turn out to be one of his crew, must be unsettling.

Gerard shook his head, "Part of me still can't believe Dorei would do something like this, but if I really think about it, I'm not really that surprised. I had complaints about him as well as Morag and I knew the two didn't get along."

"It's often difficult to see what is happening right in front of you. Especially if you don't want to believe it or the possibility seems so remote. A serial killer is not exactly a regular occurrence anymore, after all," Awen replied, watching him.

He nodded, "True. Still though. Do you think your security officer's plan will work?"

The Bajoran considered the question, thinking about the various aspects of the plan before she answered. "It's a unique plan, but I think it has the best chance of succeeding. Dorei knows this starbase - even if we locked out his security codes, he could probably slip by us. This way we're more in control of the situation and are ready for him."

"Sir! Unscheduled runabout launch!" A young man called out.

"Is it the prepared runabout?" Gerard looked over the ensign and saw him nod. "Follow normal procedure and try to hail him. We don't want him to suspect anything."

Awen's eyes moved back to the viewscreen as she watched a runabout appear. Time to find out if their plan really would work. Not long after, she heard the ensign notify Gerard that the runabout that Kalro, Calandra, and Kachina were on was taking off. She saw the second runabout begin following the first and said quietly, "Here we go..."

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #173 on: March 21, 2018, 07:28:21 pm »
USS Glyrhond, Shuttle Bay Alpha

An alert lit on the runabout auxiliary console, and Kalro nodded to Filitov.

"Ready or not, there he goes.  Let's go after him.  Make sure he gets far enough from the station before you get too close.  I'd like him to be clear of any potential traffic before we get to him."

So far, everything had gone according to plan.   It was a nice change from the usual.

Their suspect had taken the baited runabout, virtually admitting his guilt in the process.   Now all they had to do was tag along, spring their distraction, disable the runabout, and capture their prisoner.

Well... that was actually still quite a bit that could go wrong.

But he had faith.  Not just in his plan, but also in the people who were carrying it out.

If there was anything he'd learned during the past week, it was that his colleagues on the Shran were people he could rely on and lean on in a pinch.  Now he just had to prove that he was someone they could count on, too.


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At the word that their quarry had taken the bait, Katcha put her part of the plan into action.

Instead of going by standard procedures and getting clearance before taking off using thrusters, she bypassed all of that. Having rigged the docking bay hatch directly into the runabout. she simply opened it herself and took off using the impulse drive.

Thanks to the foresight of manipulating their target to take a specific ship, she had been able to put that ships specific details into the nav system and simply play follow the leader.

She hoped they would catch up before he went to Warp, otherwise the chase would get a whole lot harder. Keeping a relatively close distance behind the stolen vessel, she waited for the next part of the plan to spring.

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #174 on: March 22, 2018, 09:39:07 pm »
[Starbase 375, holosuite 2]
Alyssa took a deep breath. She wore a device on her head that appeared to look like a tiara at first glance. Upon closer investigation, it was something much more intricate. She pressed a button on the right side of the device. "Show time."

[USS Argus, stolen shuttle]
The image of Alyssa appeared on the shuttle a mere few seconds after she activated the device. It carried a phaser that appeared to be set to kill. She feigned a smirk and walked forward, making sure to clear her throat as she did so.

Dorei seemed to jump in his seat when he heard Alyssa clear his throat. His dark eyes met hers and she was met with a mix of fear and anger in his eyes. "You're a bigger fool than I thought." he said. "Why would you be here?"

Alyssa chuckled. "Why?" she parroted mockingly. "Well, you must not know me very well, Mr. Goodbye."

Dorei's face hardened. He didn't like being made fun of. It was one of the many things that annoyed him. "It's Dorei." he hissed back.

"Dorei, goodbye, why does it matter? You'll be saying one of those things when I'm done with you, but I have a feeling Dorei won't be it."

His eyes moved to the phaser. His mind began calculating how much time he had to react before she pressed the trigger. He didn't know her tactical prowess, but she didn't seem scared of him. He knew he only had a few moments to act. He reached for the blade attached to his waist and unsheathed it before throwing it directly at Meadows. He aimed for her chest, but at this point, he didn't care if he killed her or wounded her as long as it knocked the phaser out of her hand.

When Dorei chucked the blade at Alyssa, he imagined how it would sink into her, but when it passed right through her, his heart dropped. What was this? A trick?

Alyssa laughed. "Oh, you thought you could kill me? Bitch, I'm Alyssa Meadows, and I can assure you, you've never faced off with anyone like me." she said. "You think you can get away with threatening me? With threatening my family? I told you I would end your career. You're about to realize I don't joke about that." She stopped and paused a moment before flashing a smile. "Oh, but first, let me give you a gift."

Alyssa double tapped her comm badge. A humming sound came from her image. In a moment a flash of white light consumed the stolen shuttle, momentarily blinding Dorei, and causing the image to disappear. Alyssa had done her part. Now she hoped the rest of her team could bring it in home.

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #175 on: March 23, 2018, 12:14:00 am »
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A signal lit up on the runabout's console, indicating Meadows' trap had been sprung.

"Now, in for the kill," Kalro said, arming the runabout's phasers and carefully targeting defensive systems.  If everything had worked according to plan, their quarry would be blind for several seconds.

Unable to evade.

Unable to fire back.

Orange-red phaserlight lanced from the Glyrhond, peppering their vulnerable target.

"Bring us underneath her.  I want to lance the secondary shield generators.  Counselor, prepare to beam aboard our guest as soon as the shields go down.  Then it'll be up to you to deliver the finishing blow."

Kalro would have liked to do the deed himself, but his hands were full at tactical.  Filitov was busy with the flight controls.   Neither would be able to capture their target.  It would all come down to Trilarck.





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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #176 on: March 23, 2018, 10:03:30 am »
USS Glyrhond, in Pursuit

A signal lit up on the runabout's console, indicating Meadows' trap had been sprung.

"Now, in for the kill," Kalro said, arming the runabout's phasers and carefully targeting defensive systems.  If everything had worked according to plan, their quarry would be blind for several seconds.

Unable to evade.

Unable to fire back.

Orange-red phaserlight lanced from the Glyrhond, peppering their vulnerable target.

"Bring us underneath her.  I want to lance the secondary shield generators.  Counselor, prepare to beam aboard our guest as soon as the shields go down.  Then it'll be up to you to deliver the finishing blow."

Kalro would have liked to do the deed himself, but his hands were full at tactical.  Filitov was busy with the flight controls.   Neither would be able to capture their target.  It would all come down to Trilarck.


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Katcha nodded at the security officers request and she skilfully manoeuvred the runabout underneath their target. It should all be over soon!

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #177 on: March 23, 2018, 01:18:59 pm »
[ USS Glyrhond ]
Day 3 - 2 1 2 0 hours...

If there was anything that Calandra despised in the world, being ignored had to be near the top of her list. Years of being made to feel as if she was seen and not heard had caused her to turn her back on the Federation and family the first time. She craned her head back, raising her chin to the ceiling as she stretched out the back of her neck. It was the only thing that she could manage to do that would restrain her from shrieking at the top of her lung. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and as she exhaled her eyes came to rest on the console once more. "This better work," she grumbled under her breath as she scooted back into her seat.

At the sound of a small beeping, Calandra leaned forward to scan her console. The Argus' had taken flight from the second shuttle bay. At least the first part of Kalro's plan had proved to be successful but she remained jaded. There were still two other components to the plan that would prove to be more difficult than the first. Adrenaline began coursing through her body as she elongated her spine to sit up straight at her station. She might have made the mistake of letting Dorei slip through her fingers once, she wouldn't give him the opportunity again, "The Argus is traveling at full impulse. Dorei has yet to engage the warp drive."

The Argus had been laden with traps that were engineered by Kalro with the assistance of Kaz and Garrison. Certain systems would short circuit if he tried circumventing the engineering. The warp drive had been tampered with. Once it was engaged, a signal was set to set off the holo-projector, hidden in plain sight. Regardless, Garrison had access to manually override the projector as a back-up should he manage to get the warp drive back online. She evened her breath as she read out her stations reports to Filitov and Kalro, "The Argus' heading indicates he's piloting the vessel in the direction of Deep Space 9," and she punched in a few keys at lightning speed.

Calandra closed down the screen analyzing the Argus' trajectory and pulled up the the interface of the holo-projector. She monitored its progress, noting that it was now active aboard the ship. "Holo-projector is running and operational," she reported from her console. The constant status reports were useful in keeping track of time in accordance with the steps of Zolarim's plan. The seconds dripped like honey. Her breath was heavy as she monitored the holo-projector's readings. "The low yield photonic charge has detonated. Transport systems are online and operational."

She craned her neck over to the cockpit, diverting her attention towards Filitov who maneuvered the ship just underneath the Argus. "On your mark, Mr. Zolarim," She watched him, hunched over his station, digits dancing across the tactical console. She brought her focus back to her station. After another few tense seconds, "Shield are down! Initiating transport," she replied, furiously typing on her console. In just a few more moments, Dorei would materialize aboard the Glyrhond. And she would be ready.

The counselor stood from her station and positioned herself behind Zolarim and Filitov facing the back of the runabout. Calandra gingerly pulled out the ornate pin that held shards of her canar and let her dark chestnut ringlets fall to her shoulders. With her other hand, she reached towards her second holster where her phaser was tucked. Although the recommended setting was 'stun', she switched it to a medium setting. If she couldn't kill the bastard, she'd at least want him to feel pain for all the chaos he had wrought.
« Last Edit: March 23, 2018, 01:53:43 pm by Calandra Trilarck »

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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #178 on: March 25, 2018, 12:26:22 am »
USS Gyrhond

Kalro complete his final salvo of phaser fire, piercing into their target's systems at the precise point of greatest vulnerability.  His accuracy was enabled by the expert flying provided by Filitov, who seemed to channel the prowess of her Soviet ancestors as they conducted dangerous sorties against better equipped Nazi aggressors in the skies over Stalingrad.  Or so he imagined.  He'd heard stories of such battles at the Academy.  This fight didn't go any better for Dorei than it had for the Luftwaffe.

"His shields are down.  You are go for transport."

Kalro looked over his shoulder at Trilarck, noting with interest as the counseor took something from her hair, loosing the strands to fall free for the first time since he'd known her.  It was a good look, and he wondered why she didn't wear it that way more often... but he also wondered... why now?

But he said nothing as he watched...




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Re: S2-M3 CSI Starbase: Loss of Control
« Reply #179 on: March 26, 2018, 04:03:43 am »
[USS Argus]

Matthew (NPC) cursed under his breath. He should've known. How could he have been so stupid as to fall into their trap? He had been too focused on getting off the starbase to really think about what had been happening - of course they'd guided him to exactly where they wanted him. Lulled him into thinking that he was actually escaping.

The security officer slammed his fists down on the console in frustration. If that Shran crew hadn't shown up, he probably would've been fine. Those idiots on the starbase would never have traced the killings back to him. He had to admit that it was mostly his own fault...as a security officer he should've known better than to leave those stupid coins...and he should've changed the murder weapon.

His fingers flew across the controls, but something was wrong with the warp drive. He was stuck; they'd sabotaged the runabout. It was over. Unless... surely they were going to try boarding his runabout; he could be ready for them - shoot as soon as they materialized. Yes...and then transport himself over to the other runabout, take out whoever was flying it and escape. He could still do it.

A smug grin spread across Matthew's face as he set the shuttle to auto-pilot and dialed up the setting on his phaser. That annoying half-breed woman's holo-image was thankfully gone and no longer mocking him...now he just had to wait for those idiots to beam ov--

His eyes widened as he felt himself engulfed in a transporter beam. He closed his eyes, seething, as he waited for the transport cycle to finish.

[USS Gyrhond]

Matthew rematerialized on the other runabout and glanced around quickly - three Starfleet crew...at least two from the investigation team. His jaw set, he shouted, "No! You won't take me!" He aimed at the woman who was also holding a phaser and fired.

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