IKC FHew 7C6110
Operation Foxtrot Uniform – Dust off!
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Ne' Leah Vien
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The RCS thrusters on the FHew roared as she leapt into the sky. Groundforces tried to take pot shots with hand guns, but the shields shrugged the attacks off.
In the Hold Marie and JechwI' were having an argument over whether they had time to beam aboard any of the merchant's weaponry goods.
“I don't have any room for anything more,” Marie screamed. How many times do I have to repeat it before it gets through that thick Klingon skull? “The hull is jammed full. If you'd eat dead food like civilised people we might have more room but....”
"By Kahless' Blade! I have invested too much of my business here for House Matlh to just abandon my wares! I demand you beam them aboard this instant!"
Marie sighed. This was getting her nowhere. "Look...I got shot at down there and nearly killed. I deserve something for my efforts. And...” she added before JechwI’ could get a word in edgeways, “don’t you even think of mentioning honour. I can’t eat honour; I can’t sleep with honour. I don't want to have come all this way and leave empty handed any more than you do, WE JUST CAN'T FIT IT IN!
JechwI’ hesitated, "Live food? You have Targ on board? Well, then let us have a victory feast and use the empty pen to store some crates. Or store them in the Meeting hall, no one ever uses that space."
Marie pondered. We could store about half a ton worth of stuff in the meeting room. It'd slow us down, but... Then again, the way this ship lumbers through space, who'd notice! There was a sudden rush to the transporter pad to put in coordinates and begin what salvage they could.
Ru'fimohp was helping Tell out of the Nephilim. She was exhausted, though she hadn't noticed the drain while wearing the suit.
As she stepped out of the suit, Tell hadn't realised just how worn out she felt. She almost fell to the floor with fatigue, nothing but sheer will power kept her upright. That and the thought of collapsing in front of Klingon's made her pull her tired body together. Mustn't look weak in front of the Klingons. A shower and bed was all she needed but she knew she wouldn't be able to relax unless she checked on the engine room first. Too tired to speak to any one, she quietly took herself off.
HIchop was treating the burn wound on Marla, not sure whether to mention it appeared to have been made by a Klingon Disruptor.
May'bel and Leah returned to the bridge where Leah took her post next to Hay'legh and Ro' returned to his chair.
"Report!" Ro' barked as he settled himself.
"We got him," May'bel supplied. "And I left a calling card."
He held up a small electronic unit and pressed a switch. The rear monitor showed a flash of light as the explosives May'bel's team had planted in the factory erupted into a blossoming mushroom.
Leah slumped into the navigator's chair, exhausted and a mess she took a moment to rub at her face slightly to concentrate and set in coordinates beyond orbit and for the jump.
"Route plotted" Leah chirped before easing back in the seat.
"Good," Ro' turned to Hay'legh, "Loose the attack craft. You can use the cloak if you need to. Time for us to be heading back to DS15. I also need to talk to our grateful escapee."
With that Ro' left the bridge.
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Ne' Leah Vien
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| Title | Dust off! | |
| Mission | Operation Foxtrot Uniform | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Sogh Marla Varquis & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Marie St. Helene & Ne' Leah Vien | |
| Posted | Wed Jan 12, 2011 @ 12:00am | |
| Location | FHew Bridge |
In the Hold Marie and JechwI' were having an argument over whether they had time to beam aboard any of the merchant's weaponry goods.
“I don't have any room for anything more,” Marie screamed. How many times do I have to repeat it before it gets through that thick Klingon skull? “The hull is jammed full. If you'd eat dead food like civilised people we might have more room but....”
"By Kahless' Blade! I have invested too much of my business here for House Matlh to just abandon my wares! I demand you beam them aboard this instant!"
Marie sighed. This was getting her nowhere. "Look...I got shot at down there and nearly killed. I deserve something for my efforts. And...” she added before JechwI’ could get a word in edgeways, “don’t you even think of mentioning honour. I can’t eat honour; I can’t sleep with honour. I don't want to have come all this way and leave empty handed any more than you do, WE JUST CAN'T FIT IT IN!
JechwI’ hesitated, "Live food? You have Targ on board? Well, then let us have a victory feast and use the empty pen to store some crates. Or store them in the Meeting hall, no one ever uses that space."
Marie pondered. We could store about half a ton worth of stuff in the meeting room. It'd slow us down, but... Then again, the way this ship lumbers through space, who'd notice! There was a sudden rush to the transporter pad to put in coordinates and begin what salvage they could.
Ru'fimohp was helping Tell out of the Nephilim. She was exhausted, though she hadn't noticed the drain while wearing the suit.
As she stepped out of the suit, Tell hadn't realised just how worn out she felt. She almost fell to the floor with fatigue, nothing but sheer will power kept her upright. That and the thought of collapsing in front of Klingon's made her pull her tired body together. Mustn't look weak in front of the Klingons. A shower and bed was all she needed but she knew she wouldn't be able to relax unless she checked on the engine room first. Too tired to speak to any one, she quietly took herself off.
HIchop was treating the burn wound on Marla, not sure whether to mention it appeared to have been made by a Klingon Disruptor.
May'bel and Leah returned to the bridge where Leah took her post next to Hay'legh and Ro' returned to his chair.
"Report!" Ro' barked as he settled himself.
"We got him," May'bel supplied. "And I left a calling card."
He held up a small electronic unit and pressed a switch. The rear monitor showed a flash of light as the explosives May'bel's team had planted in the factory erupted into a blossoming mushroom.
Leah slumped into the navigator's chair, exhausted and a mess she took a moment to rub at her face slightly to concentrate and set in coordinates beyond orbit and for the jump.
"Route plotted" Leah chirped before easing back in the seat.
"Good," Ro' turned to Hay'legh, "Loose the attack craft. You can use the cloak if you need to. Time for us to be heading back to DS15. I also need to talk to our grateful escapee."
With that Ro' left the bridge.