Star Trek: Theurgy

Chapter 04: Invictus [01: Subjection]
Attn: Brutus, Nolan, IronFerrox, Kurohigi, Cathreen Dawinter

Captain's Log, Stardate 57505.28. One hour ago, we acted, and the acquisition of the Theurgy was successful. A few resistance cells are still operative on board, but we have the numbers on our side and we will be able to locate them with our internal sensors and with the search parties that we have deployed. Any attempts by people still loyal to Captain Ives to re-take command will be quelled without any considerate losses. At this point, it is only a question of time before Commodore Vasser is completely unopposed.
                                                                                                                       
[ USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1300 hrs. ]
Attn: Natalie Stark, Simon Tovarek, Aisha S'Iti & Declan Vasser

After having made her log entry into the arm-rest of the Commanding Officer's chair on the bridge, T'Rena stepped into the unoccupied XO Ready Room. She had yet to deem anyone qualified as her First Officer, so after Commander Rez had been locked away in the Brig together with Captain Ives, the rooms now served an auxiliary purpose.

The only change to the interior could be found in the middle of the office, where an annulus in the ceiling had been used, looping a synthetic rope through it. One of the security guards had tied the knots around the wrists of the two captives, and then hoisted them up until they sat on their knees with their backs against each other. A crude method, but quite effective. The purpose of stringing them up was merely so that they couldn't get away until T'Rena subjected them to their mind-melds - making them valuable to the new cause. The last hour had been rather busy for her, so it was not until now that she could take care of them.

The two captives were Natalie Stark and Simon Tovarek, the Chiefs of the Operations and Science departments. They appeared to still be unconscious while T'Rena stepped up towards them, flexing her fingers with her dispassionate gaze appraising them. Concious or not, it didn't matter. The results would be the same.

[Captain T'Rena,] came a voice from her combadge. [This is Phantom.]

"Yes, Mr. Kilinvoss?" she replied, not pausing her stride as she tapped her combadge. She would hardly call the man by his new callsign.

[We have a matter than needs your attention. I can't speak over the comm. The resistance might be listening.]

Neither sigh nor frown gave away the Vulcan's displeasure as she listened to what was being said. She merely turned on her heel and stepped back unto the Bridge. "I am on my way. You, remain posted and be alert," she said to the security guards posted on each entrance to the bridge. Then she glanced towards Declan Vasser, now seated in the CO chair after she left it. "I will be returning shortly, Commodore. I might suggest that as soon as Lieutenant Fedd reports that the threat of the Intelligence Officer and the Chief Engineer has been dealt with, the time is opportune to visit Cargo Bay 02 and round up the volunteers to our cause."

Before she stepped on the turbolift, she glanced towards the Cardassian woman at the helm. Chief S'Iti was likely immune to the mind-meld since she was Cardassian, but it did seem like she was compliant nonetheless. She had so far given them no reason to doubt her, and as it were, the woman remained by her post, even if it was due time for her to eat something.

The turbolift doors closed before T'Rena's face, and she descended into the restless starship.

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[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Deck 07 | 1300 hrs. ]
Attn: Miles Renard, Edena Rez & Dyan Cardamone

With the Security Office held by the crew loyal to Vasser, the prisoners had been placed in holding cells. All save for one, who had been dragged from the the Lone Wolves' hangar and thrown into an interrogation room. The prisoner was tied by feet and wrists to the chair he sat in, and Zaraq was sitting across the table with his large hands busy sharpening his d'k tahg - the warrior's knife he had carried with him since his exile.

Tilting his head, the Klingon looked up, appraised the injuries that the Vulpinian's face had sustained. Split skin. Swollen areas. Dried blood caked in rivulets down his fur. Bright eyes still defiant. Not about to yield just yet. Zaraq put aside his whetstone and raised a hand to stroke the shaved scalp of his ridged head, deciding to try something a bit more close to heart.

"From what I have understood from this human," he said, indicating the pilot who was standing behind Miles Renard's shoulder with his rumbling voice, "all Tactical Conn squadrons have their own set routines when they retreat from a fight. Your... pups may have run away with their tails between their legs, but it is just a matter of time before we locate them. Each second they are out there... is ripe with the risk of the Calamity locating them. They will die, and they might even bring the Calamity to us. We are currently ill-equipped to do battle with her. We don't want to kill them, so each second you delay in telling us their tactical protocols... you are risking the lives of all of us."

Riptor shook his head, standing there behind Renard with his muscular arms partly folded and stroking his long beard. He had been sent by Phantom to help Zaraq breaking the prisoner, and he had gotten a nice workout for it too. His knuckles hurt, and he had Vulpinian blood on his white undershirt. He also had another idea to offer the Klingon. "Why don't you tell him about the Asurian. I hear they became close during Lohlunat ."

Zaraq nodded slowly, choosing his words for best effect. The prisoner was likely to become more angry, but he understood the human's intent. "Captain T'Rena attempted to show the winged female what will come to pass... but it seems her kind doesn't respond well to... visions. We locked her up before we brought you here. She was raving, seeing things that weren't there, unable to separate whatever is in her mind from her actual surroundings." he said, not exaggerating anything. "No one can get through to her, so we will eventually put her out of her misery. Before that, I am sure you don't mind her company... because the two of you will be sharing a cell. Would you like to be with her one last time, mate with her on last time... before I cut her throat?"

As if they were done, Riptor unfastened Renard's wrists from the chair, but instead of doing so with his ankles, he locked the Vulpinian's wrists together with the cuffs, then he shoved him out of his seat and across the table. "Remember Lohlunat , Zaraq? Phantom wanted results, and this far, he has just bled a little. Hold his arms," he said confidently to Zaraq and put one knee on the seat of the chair to keep it in place - thus also keeping the Squadron Commander's legs spread and locked. "Let's make his integrity bleed a bit too before he is reunited with her, shall we?"

Agreeing with a nod, Zaraq slowly rose from his chair, towering above the table, and he reached out to hold the Vulpinian down with whitening knuckles around his hand-cuffs. Even if he did not like parting with it, he handed his blade over to the human. "Imagine me doing this to her, and when she finally give voice to her pleasure - for they always do - I will cut her cries short, and finish while she writhes in her own blood. The only way to save her... Miles Renard... is if you tell me what I need."

Smirking, Riptor cut and tore the SCO's trousers open. Then he handed the Klingon weapon back to Zaraq and unbuckled his own belt. He moved behind the Vulpinian, yanking the tail high and holding it there while he readied himself.

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OOC: Here is the current character placement in the Theurgy's brig, and I will soon be posting with Captain Ives too: [Show/Hide]

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[ USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 | 1300 hrs.]
Attn: Amelya Duv

Than'Ida zh'Wann sat on the floor of the holding cell, propped up against a wall. The bench had not offered comfort to her injuries, and she was far too agitated for comfort anyway.

She was still sharing her holding cell with the Harbinger's CMO, who had helped treat the worst of Ida's wounds. At least superficially, even if the pain still lingered in the areas where she had been beaten the most. The small sink in the corner had offered water to clean her face with, and she had gotten the worst stains of blue blood out of her hair too. Not that it mattered. She was still locked up and unable to help her crew on the Theurgy. With her wet strands of white hair framing her face where she sat, she glared towards the floor - thoughts bent on a singular purpose. To get out, and to warn Captain Ives and Wenn Cinn about what was going on.

Then again, the worst bit was that she knew too little. She wanted information desperately. What was Vasser's plan? How far had things gone already? Was anyone of the Theurgy's Senior Staff involved in this? Why had they tried to rape their own Chief Medical Officer? The questions were many, and the posted Brig Officer would not even talk to them no matter how much he had been threatened or shouted at. At one point in her career, she'd been the guard posted at the terminal. It was weird being on this side of the force field. Ida did not look towards her company in the cell, and she had no idea what the Trill was thinking about, but given what had happened to her, Ida did not blame her for not being too talkative.

A shadow crossed in front of their cell, and Ida looked up. A brown-skinned human stood there, arms crossed. Instinct guiding her, Ida kept her face calm and met the man's gaze as she stood up, trying to summon a confident air about herself without looking defiant. "Are you the Pinkskin that will tell us what is going on?"

The man had the audacity to smirk at them, and his unshaven appearance was surely appealing to some human women, but to Ida, he looked like a filthy, lanky primate. "That depends on how cooperative you are, ladies," he said, his accent... Did they call it Spanish? Ida folded her arms underneath her chest while he continued talking to them. "As of 1200 hours, I am the Commanding Officer of the Harbinger. You may address me as Commander Trujillo. Captain T'Rena is commanding the Theurgy, and the both of us report to Commodore Vasser. He will lead us to safety, and then... to victory."

"Not unless I kill all three of you before that," said Ida evenly, throwing away her plan to not be defiant. The newly promoted Commander chuckled in response. Ida hoped he would soon choke on that mirth.

"I think not. When T'Rena gets here," said Trujillo and folded his hands behind his back, "you will be shown the future, and understand our cause. You will also know your rightful place, which is on your back and with your legs spread wide. In fact, I think you will be the first woman I will attempt to bless with a child - one of the first pure-blooded to fight in the war."

"Come in here and try," said Ida gravelly, masking how his words and their implications creeped her out. "I dare you, Pinkskin." Perhaps the CMO had something in her labcoat that Ida could use as a weapon if it came to that...

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[ Uncharted Planetoid | Surface Temperature: - 30 ⁰ Celsius | Surface Gravity 0.81 g | 1300 hrs. ]
Attn: Nathaniel Isley & Thomas Ravon

Overhead, the Class-9 nebula lit the overcast heavens in gold, and the pelting blizzards howled across the frozen planet. The orange light made you think that it wasn't as cold as the readings in the Valkyrie said, but with most of its hydrosphere locked up in massive glaciers, it was barely habitable by any definition. The atmosphere simply couldn't trap enough heat from the Red Dwarf that it circled, but that had at least allowed for an easier atmo-entry for the Lone Wolves.

Evelyn Rawley released the seal of her canopy, letting more of the rigid air inside. Standing up, she saw her fellow Wolves climb out of their crafts. Her white space suit protected her from the worst of the cold, and her oxygen supply would last for at least three hours. Her eyes scanned the vista of the icy mountainsides and wondered if there could be anything alive out there. They had no sensor readings of their own any more, so it was anyone's guess, and that compelled her to pick up her Type III rifle before she jumped down to the ground. She pressed a button on her suit to close the cockpit behind her.

It had been a tactical choice to land on the planet regardless of the conditions, because the constituent compounds and elements in the orange nebula - with it's sensor-deceiving properties - had effected the planet's atmosphere too. At first, they had jumped to Warp, then doubled back to mask their warp signature, and then touched down much closer to the nebula than comfortable. They would be hidden from the Harbinger and its fighters if they followed, at least, but the need for decisions was pressing, and so was the need to repair their Valkyries as best as the conditions would allow them to. Rawley trudged through the ankle-deep snow and shielded the visor of her helmet with her free hand, trying to locate Maverick and Razor.

Razor. Thomas might have saved her from Hannah in the hangar, but that had not diminished Rawley's memory of what he had done to her that morning in her quarters. And then there was the rape-murder of Narik Cinsaj shortly afterwards. Then... the mutiny. Circumstances? She did not believe in them. She saw Maverick and walked up to him. "Wolves Three and Eight said they'll scout the perimeter," she said into the microphone in her helmet as she neared him. "So what the bloody hell should we do now? How the fuck could this happen, anyway?"

She spotted Razor then, barely hearing Nathaniel's answer... and she made her decision. She glanced towards Isley, hoping he wouldn't do anything foolish, before she raised her rifle against Thomas and powered it up. "Not one step closer," she said in cutting syllables. "So, let's hear it. How come you tried to rape me, saying you can't remember doing so, and then that Boslic woman met the same fate shortly afterwards? Come on, Thomas. You are a part of all the shit that has gone down today. I am fucking certain of it. So spill it out."

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OOC: This thread, named 01:Subjection, will contain the scenes with all characters that are captive by the current circumstances in the story, be it in the brigs of the two starships, strung up in a Ready Room or if they are stranded on a distant planet. This thread will eventually be continued in 03: Liberation, where the prisoners will somehow be set free, as soon as the IC-events affect to the captives. As of now, both threads start at 1300 hours, which is one hour after the end of the previous Chapter. It is free to make up what has transpired during the hour that has gone by since the hostile takeover based on what has been suggested above. Lastly, please make sure to tag your posts by [Character] and/or [Location] for ease of reading.

[Aisha S'iti | USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 | 1300 hrs. ]

The Cardassian woman fidgeted in her seat a moment as she just couldn't feel settled.  Looking around the bridge she saw one of the many sources of her discomfort.  At every door there were guards stationed ready to kill or incapacitate anyone who dared not do as the ice queen wanted.  More importantly there was something she might could do but she knew doing so would have it's own consequences.  Consequences that only begun with what could happen to her but more importantly consequences that if she wasn't able to return to her post there was an even greater chance of failure and eradication if and when the Calamity arrived.

Knowing the guilt of inaction  the futility if failure and the consequences of even the best kind of success in her ideas she began to outline various ideas for each stage and obstacle she would face and a means that could place her back here at the helm without arousing suspicion.

The first question was how to get into the XO's ready room.  this was of course followed by a more important question how to leave the bridge and what exit to take?  Sure a person who has no suspicions could go through the checkpoint to access the deck 01 corridor but for one the corridor itself most likely has guards she considered and secondly no one ever exited that bridge through that door unless they were going to the briefing room.  No, to her the only exit that would make sense would be the deck 01 main bridge turbolift exit.   But what would be the excuse to leave her station and how would she return to deck 01 without suspicion?  'Well it is overdue for my mid-shift lunch break perhaps I could ask the...Commodore' she thought to herself.  But he can easily monitor my movements via my com badge so that wont do me much good on getting to that room unless I can manage some form of being in two places at once.

SHe then began to ponder how to get into the XO's office even if she could not be tracked   Sure there was the Deck 1 corridor turbolift but there were bound to be guards in the corridor. so that was not the best idea.  the idea of the Jeffries tubes hit her but how would she pull that one off and where in the ready room could she access through maintenance access ways?  There were so many questions the least of which being.  'Can I afford to risk the mission both captains could agree on?  Can I afford to be disposed of in a way that could damn everyone for lack of knowledge of the plan with the galvanometric mines.' 

Thinking about this she rubbed her head and breathed her discomfort easily readable to anyone in the room as she stared at the Conn panel pretending to wrestle with impulse equations and warp trajectories she had figured out 30 minutes ago as she pretended to do work that was done the only thing she was still needed for were to preform the needed actions when the calamity showed up.  With that thought in mind she began to program in a series of autopilot sequences and maneuvers that no matter what happened would leave the now self appointed commodore the sequence of maneuvers that would at the minimum get them out of range of the mines when the Calamity tripped them.  At least if she was disposed of when that time came they would at least have a good chance against the calamity if the mines did their job.

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[ Miles Renard | USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Deck 07 | 1300 hrs. ]

Miles couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity of these interrogators and the absurdity of this all  He had been angry, resilient, spiteful,  now his mind had just resorted to the last defense mechanism and that was just the humor in the irony of the situation.

"From what I have understood from this human, all Tactical Conn squadrons have their own set routines when they retreat from a fight. Your... pups may have run away with their tails between their legs, but it is just a matter of time before we locate them. Each second they are out there... is ripe with the risk of the Calamity locating them. They will die, and they might even bring the Calamity to us. We are currently ill-equipped to do battle with her. We don't want to kill them, so each second you delay in telling us their tactical protocols... you are risking the lives of all of us."

He coughed and snickered in a sort of almost mad laughter, "Ya know what i have been saying this whole time?  I guess it's time I gave you a more detailed explanation of it.  I said there are no retreat plans.  I also said that If there were I wouldn't tell you.  Ya want the truth?  The truth!  That's the fucking hilarious part!"  he laughed   "If you hadn't closed the damn bay door and just allowed the coms to be open I would'a just ordered them to RTB and recommended you place myself and the whole squadron under house-arrest and had us guarded tac-conn lounge or forced to to work on whatever you needed us to do.  As such my recommendation as the SCO of the captured squadron would be to have us get all fighters available and ready for combat in the event that the Calamity shows up.  In the event of the mines not working to the desired effect I would scramble all fighters with yourselves taking the mark 3s leaving us with the inferior Mark 2' in the went that any lone wolves pilots should attempt to rebel.  As such I would order my squadron would follow the lead of phantom as Wing commander in any fight against the Calamity just as we would otherwise.

He added "Whether the fight is for Ives or Vasser is irrelevant to the mission of the Lone Wolves. Our job is the protection of the starship USS Theurgy.  IN order to preserve the truth so that it may be spread.  We don't make the decisions on where Ives, Vasser, or whoever the hell flies us we just scramble when our ship is under threat and attempt to defend it from aggression.  The harbinger's crew attacked the Theurgy therefore its Squadron were enemy fighters and I reacted accordingly.  Unable to scramble my own fighter I ordered Maverick to take command."

"The actions he took are not my own nor are they in accordance with any form of retreat plans.  That's the funny thing I never had retreat plans.  If Theurgy were to be destroyed I might have to make some up on the fly but can't really say I had ever considered it an option.  In the rare event that the Theurgy left without us having the capability to follow the plan was to delay enemy pursuit as long as possible, the objective being destruction of enemy vessels. If the enemy vessel pursues Theurgy attempt to pursue till fuel, oxygen, or water rations run out and if those are the cases I guess we fail our mission by dieing in the cockpit.  Given the circumstances that have occurred I would have had no contingency plan.  I would have had to make one up."

The following is my guess as to what Maverick did.  I put him in charge and whatever plans he made are his own.  My assumption would be that they bugged out to attempt to seek refuge on a nearby class M planet.  My tactical theory on the purpose of said retreat would be to preserve fuel and weapons while attempting to formulate a planed attack on the Theurgy and Harbinger in an attempt to retake the Theurgy."

Regarding earlier statements, The reason I would suggest that you place us under house arrest of course is because if you didn't we'd damn well be joining whatever resistance is left on this ship so that we can throw each and every one of you traitors to the Federation's morals out the nearest airlock."  he said smirking.  "Ya see...Thats the funny part isn't it?  I put someone in charge and now no one can predict the actions of said new leader, not even me?

He could tell his words had really pissed them both off cause their movements had changed.  It was clear they didn't believe him.  not even with the hilarious truth revealed, not that he was surprised  the truth was stranger than any fiction he could have made up.  He knew the results were the same no matter what anyways.  He knew that they would do as they wished no matter whether he gave them what they wanted or not.


 He listened to their threats and sighed.

"Captain T'Rena attempted to show the winged female what will come to pass... but it seems her kind doesn't respond well to... visions. We locked her up before we brought you here. She was raving, seeing things that weren't there, unable to separate whatever is in her mind from her actual surroundings.  No one can get through to her, so we will eventually put her out of her misery. Before that, I am sure you don't mind her company... because the two of you will be sharing a cell. Would you like to be with her one last time, mate with her on last time... before I cut her throat?"

"By vision's you mean forcible mind melds I assume." he said in response. to their threats towards the winged security officer. he had been snapped from his almost mad laughter and to a state of strange tranquility.  It was almost a state like he was in the fighter.  He was comfortable with the aspect of whatever happened. Prepared for whatever happened, even death."  He paused a moment before continuing, "Besides, if you wanted to use threat of killing a loved one as a means of coercion,  it far from a efective threat against me no matter who you chose.  Do you have any idea how many mating partners I have lost in various firefights.  You learn in my peoples fighter corps that you make and treasure your friendships, cause tomorrow one of you my be gone.  Its a fact of life, war makes people die.  You make connections and in time the connection is gone.  Such is life, and therefore such is death."

"Besides if you want to torture me, or kill her, or do whatever, you will do it anyways.  I know that if I say or do what you want, it will likely not result in any change in your actions.  Not to mention, torture is such an ineffective means of information gathering.  If I say the truth and its not what you want the truth to be, you will assume I am lieing, if I tell you the lie you want to hear, like for a confession or something, then you are gaining incorrect information and therefore will be acting on inaccurate intel."  he said calmly   How bout you two just be honest with me here, it don't matter what I do you are going to do whatever you want and there's nothing that I or anyone else can do to change it is there?"

He couldn't help but smirk seeing how he seemed to be getting into their heads making them less and less rational.  he fell to the tables as they forced him down and recuffed him.

"Imagine me doing this to her, and when she finally give voice to her pleasure - for they always do - I will cut her cries short, and finish while she writhes in her own blood. The only way to save her... Miles Renard... is if you tell me what I need."

He could tell what the human was going to do to him.  It was humiliating vile, sickening, to him but he knew what would happen there was no escape other than the refuge in knowing that no matter what happened he would not let the two truly feel they had conquered his mind.  He moved his head back seeing the equipment that was revealed.  "That's it?"  he said wondering he would react to the reaction of insult rather than fear.  "You know what the most idiotic part of that threat is, If you are going to wait until she cries out in legitimate pleasure from, that thing, then I'm afraid you'll die of old age first.  She does have quite discerning tastes after all.  I should feel insulted that you act like I should feel threatened by this?  Besides, I already told you the truth, should I start asking what lie you want me to tell on record instead?"  he said in an almost bored tone knowing what was inevitable and at this point just preparing to take it and see if he could get Riptor to confess a crime of his own in the process.

[ Simon Tovarek | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1305 hrs. ]

After the darkness came the light it seemed. Although Simon hadn't expected the afterlife to come at him with such a fucking headache. Everything around him was still pretty blurry and he couldn't make out what was being told around him. The next sensation that he registered was a sort of a sore feeling in his arms and soon enough he realized that he was strung up in some sort of way. 'I'm guessing this isn't the afterlife...' he thought to himself as his face pulled together to bite away the metal taste of blood in his mouth. He spat it out, giving the people around him the first sign of him still being alive. He blew out some air after that and tried to get off his knees onto his feet. Yet the tsks from the guards at the door quickly made it clear to him that it wasn't the best move to make.

Trying to relax in his discomforted position, Simon felt the body of another against his back now, he tried to peer back to see who it was and he faintly recognized the outline of Natalie Stark. Yet he was unsure if she was still alive or not.He groaned softly as he tried to speak and spat out some more dried up blood and what else that blocked his throat. This time however it was aimed more towards the guard closest to him and Simon couldn't help but smirk a little as his eyesight returned to normal, realizing he was far from dead and still aboard the hijacked ship.

Next he tried getting the attention of Stark "Lieutenant commander, are you there?" He asked, not really hushing his voice since there wouldn't be much point to it anyway at this stage. In an effort to wake her up or get her back to conscious, he tried rubbing his own back against her while continuing to say the same sentence over and over again.

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[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 | 1300 hrs.]

After managing to treat the deputy for as much as she could, Amelya had somehow managed to regain some of her composure as it had treated as a distraction for her. It was something familiar and something that she could lose herself in it, though this wasn't complex surgery or something groundbreaking. Yet it was simple enough to push away the thoughts and feeling of the attempted rape and assault that only happened hours ago to her. In her own office on that accord. How the hell was she going to work back at that office and not get conflicted feelings in it? In fact, how was she going to react if she saw any other male for that matter. Especially the ones in security outfits.

She had distanced herself from the blue lady as she seemed pumped up with anger, hatred and a thirst for blood. Amelya didn't mind that she was sharing a cell with the strong woman. At least she'd be sure that if anything bad would happen she'd at least have a fighter with her to balance the odds a bit. Doctor Duv sighed softly as she wrapped her lab coat a bit closer now when she suddenly heard a very distinctive Terran accent. She looked up to see Trujillo and let Ida do the talking while she moved closer to her. She stood to her left flank so she could hide behind her big body yet also still see and hear what the new promoted captain/commander had to say.

The pieces slowly started to fall in place now for Amelya as Trujillo unraveled the plans and she choked a bit on the last segment. Were they nothing more than breeding machines to them than? It angered the CMO yet she still felt powerless while Ida carried on to taunt the commander. Amelya dug her hands in her coat as she thought about what she just heard yet her fingers slid past an inoculation device. It probably would have still been laying in her coat since Theta Eredina. She had done some rounds in the triage center there with her labcoat on. It surely would come in handy if the time was needed she thought to herself. While the situation carried on to unfold, Amelya did the math for herself, T'Rena must be using her Vulcan powers to meld the minds of the crew. And it seemed like their only goal was to impregnate all the women aboard the two starships to raise them a sort of army?

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[ Thomas Ravon | Uncharted Planetoid | Surface Temperature: - 30 ⁰ Celsius | Surface Gravity 0.81 g | 1300 hrs. ]

After landing his bird not too far from the rest of the squadron, Thomas took a few seconds to power down the fighter in these harsh conditions. While doing so he looked up at the orange/ golden sky. Out there was their starship which had come under attack and yet here they were regrouping and hopefully plotting to mount a counterattack real soon. The thought of Skye being up there was gnawing at Thomas and he hoped she'd be alright. Once he sealed of his flight uniform and prepared himself for the cold he checked what else he might need on his way out. He had thrown his rifle to one of the deckhands so there really wasn't a lot he'd be carrying on his way out. He opened up the canopy and shielded his eyes a bit out of reflex for the howling wind and blizzard.

With a thud he jumped out of the cockpit and into the snow and made his way towards the rest of his pack. He spotted two figures in the blizzard and walked towards them recognizing the frame of Rawley and Isley as they seemed to be talking. "Hey guys... Nice weathe-" His sentence died off when Rawley pointed her assault rifle towards him and he heard his accusations once again. Razor rolled his eyes and moaned out softly which wouldn't transmit through the microphones as he raised his hands. His primary instinct was to grab his hand phaser and aim it at Rawley yet with this cold and seeing how on edge Rawley was it probably would result in him having a gaping hole in his flightsuit.

He looked at Rawley first before looking at Nathaniel he shook his head slowly and kept his hands raised "Fuck Rawley, I told you fucking before! I do not fucking remember what happened. The only thing I remember is talking to you before you were going to take a shower from your massive hangover and the next thing I see is a freaking furniture being thrown into me and you pounding away. Between that I have no recollection of anything whatsoever!" he said, giving his statement so Isley could hear so as well "Damn Maverick, tell her to fucking lower her gun, we're down to what... Five pilots against two starships and a fucking killer elite squadron. I swear man, I have nothing to hide but we do not have time to settle this crap here and now." Thomas looked over at Rawley and slowly he put a step forwards while lowering his hands a bit "I saved your ass in the hangar Rawley. Nightmare would have popped you if it wasn't for me, just like how she got Soo." he tried to reason with Rawley again now, while slowly creeping closer.

[ Zaraq | USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Deck 07 ] Attn: IronFerrox

Breathing through his nostrils, Zaraq had observed the Vulpinian as he finally spoke up, and fed them with the obvious kind of story that he was to be expected. The usual protestations came up as well, in how the prisoner doubted that Zaraq would be true to his word in regard to his and the Asurian's survival. It told the Klingon that the Squadron Commander had yet to break. So, the current idea to cause him further humiliation was good, and Zaraq made sure his grip on the hand-cuffs was firm.

"She might have had discerning taste," he rumbled, seeing Riptor produce his human phallus and stroke it in preparation to violate the prisoner. "Now, touched in the head as she is, I am confident she won't discern the difference between you and I. Pilot Riptor here enjoy male arse more than I do, so I will be the one who samples the exotic loins of the bird-woman. That is... unless you cease lying about surrendering and that there are no tactical protocols."

Readied, Riptor was keen to hurt the Vulpinian to put him in his place, but as he held the tail high and pushed the bulbous head of his large member against the anal opening, he checked himself from letting himself loose control over his temper. What he did was something more hurtful to the fox-man's integrity.  He reached around, finding Renard's strange cock next to the edge of the table. Riptor chuckled as he began to stroke the alien... meanwhile the rocking motions of his hips made his cock squirm inside him. "Is this something familiar to you, you filthy little fox? Do you like it?"

Zaraq might've not prefer male arse, but the sadistic development did something for him. He watched the reactions of the prisoner in quietude as he held the hand-cuffs. His thoughts went to the white-haired human he had enjoyed on the holodeck the night before. It was a shame T'Rena had ordered him killed. He had yet to tell Riptor about the helmsman's fate, and he hoped the pilot would take it well once the truth came out. It had seemed they were close on Theta Eridani and during Lohlunat . There was no telling with humans how affectionate they were, however, so Zaraq did not dare speculate about the bearded pilots affection towards Winterbourne.

In short order, Riptor's thrusts made the table rock on its legs, and the sound of his hand's ministrations came faster. "Does it hurt, Vulpinian?" Zaraq asked, overriding the noise, "or do you like it?" 

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[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Nolan

"I think not," said Trujillo and chuckled in reply to Ida's suggestion to step into the cell and make due on his innuendo. "I would prefer if Captain T'Rena would lay her hand upon you first, so that the both of you could be more forthcoming towards the idea. She would have done so if it hadn't been for a slight mishap in Theurgy's engineering. When she does, however, I am confident you will come to me willingly at that point, and long to bear my pale, blue children. Now, Doctor, ho-"

"Wait," snapped Ida loudly, not about to let the Commander threaten the Trill, and she needed to know more, "What happened? What did you do?"

"Oh, the results were a bit unfortunate when we destroyed the Theurgy's cloaking device. The crewman that was supposed to do it also destabilised the EPS-network, making the plasma relays blow out across the ship. A handful died, nothing compared to the numbers lost as we assumed command, but in the long run, the collective losses were nominal. We are but some repairs away from leaving the Alpha Quadrant and finding our new settlement - far off  the rim of the Galaxy."

This took Ida hard, the anger failing her in the shock of knowing that the Theurgy and its crew had suffered losses already, and that these brain-washed shadows of people didn't even give it a second thought.

"As I was saying, Doctor," said Trujillo with his confident smirk and stepped to the side so that he could look at the Trill directly, "We found your handiwork in Sickbay after Phantom reported your capture. If it's any ease on your conscience, I am happy to tell you that both Liam and Elliot have made a full recovery. They were quite eager to see you again. In fact, they are ready to pick up where they started."

"Don't you dare lay a hand on her," said Ida, snapping back to the current situation. "If this force field goes down, I will stand in your way, and you don't have your Winter Queen here to convince me that I should't break your legs."

"Perhaps not, but I can turn off the inertial dampeners in your cell. Raise the gravity so that you can barely breathe, and I can transport you to an interrogation room while I let my crew take turns with the lovely doctor. Too many have longed for her particular touch, and what kind of Commanding Officer would I be if I deprived them of that they want most of all?"

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OOC: I will post with Rawley after Kurohigi has posted.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ]

Listening to what Trujilo had to say about the take over aboard the Theurgy and about the fate of pretty much all the women aboard them was a pretty hard nut to crack. It all seemed so unbelievable yet here she was together with the former security officer from the Theurgy. The talk of Trujilo impregnating Ida to bear his own offspring was nauseating if not entirely sick and twisted. Amelya's eyes darted back to Ida as she seemed ready enough for a fight, though Amelya reckoned that with her injuries even if she'd be stoked with adrenaline she wouldn't get all to far. Not with more fatal injuries at least.

Amelya froze however when the new commander mentioned her handiwork in sickbay. Her mouth slowly fell open a bit and her eyes widened as he informed her that both men had made a full recovery, even worse was that both of them were still eager to continue what they had started. It was as if she was caught in a nightmare and that there would come no end to this horror. She slowly yet instinctively took her own steps backwards and pressed herself against the wall while shaking her head as tears slowly formed in her eyes. 

Ida stepped up once again to guard the doctor yet Trujilo made a fair point that he could just do whatever he pleased to transport the doctor out of the brig and into an interrogation room. The place where every single crewmen aboard the Harbinger would seemingly have their fun with her. Amelya's mind raced once more as she already saw her laying there, legs stretched open on one of the cold interrogation tables as Liam and Elliot would rape her over and over again, gushing their seed into her young womb. Not to mention the others that Trujilo mentioned... How many  more wanted to claim her, impregnate her, fill her...

Miles just glared at the Klingon,  "I had no intent to imply that her tastes are exclusive to myself.  I was just saying based on what I can see from Rip back there Its doubtful that even in attempting to ravage her he would barely satisfy what she would require to count as foreplay."  If its the Klingon that intends to make her moan, perhaps in that case there is a bit of a chance that she would find herself being aroused.  As for the plans.  I already told you my best guess at what Mav is having them do."

He felt Riptor pierce into him and groaned feeling the human member push seep into his body.  It was a bit painful but it wasn't like Renard was offering any resistance.  He knew trying to block the entrance would only make it more painful.  "Slightly familiar, Never had the same taste for males as I do for the fairer sex though but given the circumstances I can say there are far worse ways to spend time in an interrogation room.  I guess your friend behind me can't sate his latent desires for bestiality since animal fucking isn't allowed in holodeck programs.  He said as he felt the human pushing deeper and deeper rougher and rougher into his ass. 

Soon he felt the human pounding it fully as he stroked the vulpinian cock.  "My you really do know how to work a cock don't you?"  he said feeling the meat swelling to the humans touch.    "Can't say its the best I've had but it does beat masturbation." he said as he grinned back to the human.  now speaking to him instead of his proper interrogator perhaps after you've tried to please me from behind you can give me head and I'll forgive you for the mess one of your Ilk left in my office."  He then added tauntingly  "Or was it you yourself who did that.  Figures that the only way you'd be able get real pussy is by force.  Guess that explains the animal fucking fantasies and your eagerness to settle for male ass."

[Nathan Isley - planet surface]

"Rawley, put the rifle down," Nathan said, no more like told.  He was stepping into the leadership role he had been assigned to by the SCO when they managed to get out of the Theurgy and into space.  In the fighters or on the ground, that still established a chain of command that he had to keep.  Their enemy was out there, in the form of a possessed Starfleet, a rogue ship from the future, and now a crew of turncoats with brainwashed members of their own team.  "I don't know exactly what's going on, Rawley, but Nightmare didn't open fire on us willingly.  She's been compromised, and with a Vulcan first officer under Vasser, I'm willing to bet on Mind Melds used to control our crew.  If Razor doesn't remember what happened between you two, I would bet on the same thing having happened to him."

Maybe it wasn't what she wanted to hear, that whatever injustice done to her should have been forgiven because it as beyond the control of the other party, but that was exactly what happened during the Niga Outbreak, and that was what had to happen then as well.  "There are few of us out here, Rawley, and the last thing I need is one of our own killing another.  I need you to lower your weapon, and prove you can be my first officer."  Rawley was qualified to act as the second in command of this small group of theirs, and if something happened to Nathan, she had to lead.  Renard might have thought him crazy for naming her to the position, but maybe she needed it as much as he did, to have other lives counting on her to raise her own need to succeed, to be a good soldier.  Leaders couldn't be loners and they couldn't go without thinking clearly.

[ Zaraq | USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Deck 07 ] Attn: IronFerrox & Cathreen Dawinter

Zaraq looked upon Riptor and Renard, and despite the development and how much the human tried to wound their prisoner's integrity, it was obviously not so easy to shame his kind.

"Vulpinians..." said the Klingon and snorted, and then adressed the pilot, "Finish this so that we can throw him in with his ruined female. Maybe he won't be so defian-"

"Yeah, it was me," grunted Riptor and promptly changed his grip into a very painful one, knuckles going white. He talked as she shoved his length into Renard. "The Boslic cunt... thought herself so fine... so I showed her... that she was still... just a woman... like the rest of them. In the end... she died meek and afraid... all her illusions gone. Best of all... was that she didn't get any help. She had no friends aboard... and no one will truly miss her."

Zaraq preferred female mates, and he had not known that Riptor had killed the Boslic engineering consultant. He might not have condoned the loss of a female since she could have been a fine vessel for breeding, but this was not the time to challenge the pilot. Also, the diversity of also having Vulpinian genes would further T'Rena and Vasser's cause, so while he considered to hand his d'k tahg to Riptor again, he didn't. Given how Renard was taunting the human, Zaraq feared he would defile his weapon by cutting off the Vulpinian's erection, and which would make them loose that diversity as well. No, it was better to end the interrogation and continue later, when T'Rena could attend to the defiance of the SCO.

Riptor was not done talking. With one fist twisting underneath the table, he made another in the fur of Renard's neck - pulling so that he arched his back. With his beard-covered mouth behind the Vulpinian's ear, he said, "How does it feel... to be fucked by the one who fucked her up?" The sadistic implication must have done it for Riptor, or perhaps it was how Renard arched his back. In either case, he grunted even harder as he came - finishing himself inside the Vulpinian... before he eventually pulled out.

Regardless what the prisoner might say, Zaraq turned his head away and tapped his combadge. "Brig Officer, we are ready," he said. He glanced towards Riptor, who appeared more pleased than Zaraq thought was seemly. "If you are done, untie his feet."

[Acknowledged,] said the voice from the combadge, [unlocking the door.] Since all the interrogation rooms worked like the security gate, the doors in and out of the room was controlled by the aide duty station or the brig controls. Now, the sliding doors opened to the Brig and the holding cells. Zaraq made sure Riptor was done untying Renard before he adjusted his stance. He heaved with the grip he had on Renard's hand-cuffs - dragging him across the table and letting him fall to the floor. Zaraq then dragged the SCO towards the Asurian's cell. Riptor followed Zaraq into the Brig while buckling his belt.

"Open Holding Cell C," ordered Zaraq, and as soon as the forcefield vanished, he made another heaving motion and hurled the Vulpinian hard into Dyan Cardamone. "Activate the force-field."

"We will be back for you in a while," said Riptor with his thumbs behind his belt, "so enjoy her company while you can. If she doesn't end up dead, I would imagine T'Rena would like to drain her magic stem cells to support our cause. Either way, don't count on seeing each other again."

"Isolate them. I don't want him talking to his old Captain," said Zaraq, looking at the white-haired woman that he had lusted for many times on the Harbinger. Yet he said nothing before he walked away, leaving together with Riptor. His mind was upon their mission, and what they had to do next.

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[ Captain Jien Ives | Brig | Holding Cell A | Deck 07 ] Attn: Kurohigi

"What did you do to him?" demanded Jien, having stepped up to the forcefield when he saw Miles being dragged across the floor to one of the farther holding cells. Renard's clothing was cut and he was bleeding from his face, leaving a smears of blood across the pristine white floor before he vanished from sight. There was no use shouting, however, since Jien knew that Commander Rez and himself were in isolation. While one of the two brig officers recorded and heard all that they said though a ear-piece he wore, Jien could not make his voice heard through the invisible barrier. "I demand that you see to the Lieutenant Commander's wounds, immediately!"

Apparently, one of the men by the brig controls was listening, because he tapped a button before answering through the speakers hidden in the ceiling. [He is no concern of yours anymore, Ives. You are no longer his CO. If you don't settle down, we will set life-support at 10 %.]

Scowling, Jien did not answer, but he turned away from the force-field, facing Commander Rez. In their cell, life-support was set to 40 % and they had a hard time breathing already. His brow was damp from perspiration since every move he made sapped him of energy. Their headaches were horrible, and they had to constantly take deep breaths to gain enough oxygen to stay alert. It was taxing, yet effective to keep them from trying anything that required a lot of concentration. For instance, changing form into something he had no experience mimicking before. The labour of breathing and moving had made Jien change his form so that he only wore a black tank upon his upper body - changing out of his uniform jacket.

"We should have seen this coming," said Jien  and raked a hand through his hair, not caring if their heard them, "Counsellor O'Connor told me that a female officer was raped during Lohlunat . She told me this after the the Senior Staff meeting. The victim didn't want to step forth and involve security, so we could never learn what happened. There is a chance that the rape and the mutiny might have been unrelated, but either way, we would have been more alert. We might have suspected something, at least."

And now more of his crew was fighting for their lives, being persecuted by the mutineers, and turned against their will towards a cause not wholly their own. It was the Niga Incident all over again, only in the guise of misguided Starfleet Officers whom they had thought to be allies against the enemy. The consequences of his failure to foresee the danger they were in were overwhelming. The mere thought crippling his resolve. Dragging deep breaths, he sank down on the floor, one arm draped across the end of one of the bunks. Edena Rez was a fine First Officer, had proven herself plenty of times, but right then, he missed Nerina. The woman had always instilled hope during those first two hellish months when they fled from Starfleet. She had made him continue to fight for what was right - to defend the truth.

"I... I can't," Jien rasped, baring his teeth as he tried to voice his doubt, but he could not bring himself to say it. Only a whisper, lest the Brig Officers would hear. "I can't do this." Nerina wasn't there, so he could not make himself say it. Not when Jona lived on behind Edena's eyes. He had said too much already.

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[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Nolan

Hearing Trujillo's threats to Doctor Duv quickened Ida's anger, and she wanted to continue making threats of her own. She willed to strike the force-field out of existence and beat the human into pulp.

Yet in seeing the effect upon Duv, Ida came to realise - despite the loud way her blue blood was pumping in her ears and the anger that threatened to boil over - that if she continued to provoke Commander Trujillo, he would act out of spite and challenge them back. The way things were going, Trujillo might be tempted to send in the security detail en-masse and live up to his word. Injured as she was, and outnumbered as Duv and herself were, they would have no chance to get away with their modesty preserved. Ida knew she had to be smarter, and avoid that outcome. Better to have more time to find a solution than digging their graves in the ice before the battle even began. On Andoria, it was a common saying, and she had to live by it now else they were lost to the viles of Trujillo and his men.

"Then I think it's better if we see what your dear T'Rena has to say about the matter first," she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. She could not let go of her anger too quickly else he would be suspicious, which was rather easy considering how riled up she was. "I don't know what your deal is, but if you are so damnably convinced you have the right of the matter, then I would love to hear what your commanders have to say about the matter. Make no mistake, we will fight with teeth and nails to resist what you plan to do to us, and I assure you, I have been fighting for my whole life. If you decide to go through with this, then the consequences will be on your head."

Ida stepped in front of Trujillo again, her antennae tilting forth. "If you leave us be, we will be compliant as we wait for the arrival of your Vulcan and her wisdom. We will remain here and not attempt to escape. This is something that you should take to heart, since I have seen far more holding cells than you have. I make no lie when I say that I would get out of here in three hours time. Yet now, we will remain, and not make any such attempt, if we you leave us be. If T'Rena makes a good case, then you will not have to worry about your lives... and as much as I doubt it, we might even see things your way."

Ida did not like it, but she gave the Commander an appraising look. "I have been with Pinkskins before. Willingly, and it was not altogether a bad experience," she said, her tone low but not so husky as to seem implausible, "No human, however, has ever succeeded to rape me. On this you have my word as an Andorian."

Only that plant on Niga, what seems like ages ago. It still lingered in broken memories.

She turned her head to Doctor Duv. "Tell me, what did you do to the Pinkskins that tried to claim you in your office?" she asked, on purpose wanting the Doctor to scare off Tujillo and make him leave them be. "I can imagine that with your medical knowledge, you know the placement of the major arteries in most species. Did you cut them with an exo-scalpel?"

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[ Uncharted Planetoid ] Attn: Nathaniel Isley & Thomas Ravon

While the two men spoke, Rawley listened, and she was not entirely sure on her standpoint to begin with. She was aiming a rifle at a fellow wolf, and the circumstances were - suffice to say - chaotic at best.

Things were so fucked up and she felt completely ungrounded. Who could she trust? Hannah had put a rifle in her face one hour ago, and here she was, doing the same thing. She was feeling cornered, and with the blizzard they were standing in, the visor of her helmet felt like a glass cage. She saw Soo going down in her mind's eye. Her lover since years back. Lost again. Shot at point-blank range. Even if Hannah had set her rifle to stun, Soo was dead. Rawley breathed hard through her nostrils as she held her sights upon the centre of Thomas torso, where she was least likely to miss.

Only he had edged a lot closer, he was trying to...

"Back off!" she said sharply and shifted back two steps from Thomas, putting the butt of her rifle firmly to her shoulder. "Don't you dare come closer!" Her thoughts were racing, and Nathaniel's words were undermining her resolve. He was right, from his point of view. He was being objective, but he had not been assaulted that morning. His pride and integrity had not been injured. It might be that Hannah has been subjected to some Vulcan mind-trick, but that meant...

"So if they did the same thing to Thomas, how the fuck can we trust him now? Then he must be in on all of this! Damn you Isley, how can you trust him? He is going to fuck us over when we lest expect it, and if I... If I am to be second-in-command, you better listen to me too. If something has been done to his head, he is a fucking liability."

She shifted her feet a little. She could only shift one. The other slipped. The snow gave away.

"No... No, no, no!"

She was off the edge. She tried to hold on to her rifle, to no avail. At first, it was only her, but then the rest of the mountain seemed to come after her. All the snow, at least. The avalanche she had caused swallowed her whole, and she spun her way down the mountainside. Her fall and the weight of the snow caused the avalanche to build, and everything turned white in front of her visor. She had no sense of up or down, but she felt herself spinning, rolling and hurting. She was screaming. Screaming against the confines of her helmet. Screaming until her ears rang and she lost her breath.

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OOC: I had only intended for Rawley to go down in the avalanche, but if you two feel inclined, you are welcome to have your characters come along the ride instead of mounting a rescue. I leave it entirely to you guys.

Miles grunted in a form of protest as he felt his body violated listening to every word the Human said ad hanging onto each facet of truth he gleamed.  After that the vulpinian took on an air of defeat and silence no longer so willing to taunt the human.  In mere moments the violation was complete when he felt the hot seed of the human pump itself into his rear filling him with disgust.  It was at that moment he swore that he would make sure that the pilot would be punished, not for his crimes against the Vulpinian's pride but for what he had done to the civilian mechanic.  He needed time to think to plan.  but more importantly he knew time was a factor.  They would most likely kill or harvest from Dyan what she ha in the form of her stem cells.  Especially if she continued to be in this state of madness.

He felt himself being thrown into the cell and hurled into The Asurian's body.  He braced himself before the impact not knowing how she would react.  He had no clue of her mindset in this state.  Was she catatonic; was she not much more than a feral creature devoid of conscience; was she living a past of horrors that upon contacting his body woudl send her into a war-crazed blood-frenzy.   More than this though he Considered what they had said before.  that perhaps he could get through to her.  But how would he get through to her, if that was even possible.    He remembered how last night he had seemed to bring her such comfort.  How his fur coat was something unique to him in her time with the crew of the Theurgy  Something that she would doubtfully have any comparable memories to in her past.  Perhaps by trying to remind her senses of things that she had only known in her brief time knowing him her mind might return to reality.

Still there was something that made him reconsider the idea.  If she was to be treated as they suggested.  Would it not be less painful for her to not be able to realize what was happening.  Would it not be more kind to let her stay in whatever state she was in  so as not to suffer the fate the rest of them no doubt were facing.  Surely death was a far less cruel fate.  Still in her there was another hope that remained, he knew that if she could return to him then there were two of them in this cell that could think up a possible way out of this.  

His thoughts were ended with the rough collision of his body into hers from the way the interrogators had thrown him into the cell and he was immediately shook back to the reality that there was no telling how she would react to the shock of his body slamming into hers.

She wasn't the creature that she had been at one point. Her mind was wrapped in a bloody civil war that had been hell going through. Her mind now was painted the inside of the holding cell as one of the imperial bases on a forgotten moon that wouldn't likely be seen by terrain eyes for another couple life times. She could hear the steady sounds of foot steps and the sound of something being dragged. More then likely another rebel that had been captured and was being brought for judgment. Much like she was. Standing her legs would shake as she looked at the door her anger boiling over. "Let me out of here you bastards and I will paint the walls with your blood. My father is wrong in what he is doing. People need to be free," she screamed in the language of her people as her eye focused on the gray door knowing there would be guards on the outside not to mention all the ones that where in the base they where being held in. As the door opened she could see a winged figure literally being thrown in landing hard against her knocking her off her feet with a heavy grunt as she slowly pulled herself up looking over seeing a face that wasn't Miles but someone that made her blood run colder then the pace outside the hull of the ship. The look that crossed her pale features would be one of pure, total and unending hatred. "You fucking bastard. I am going to rip your head from your shoulders and drink your blood. You will know the pain that you have caused," she growled out lowly as she roughly and violently pushed him off of her before she would stand, her tail lashing back and forth.

"I know what you did you sick bastard. I know what my father and sister promised you to betray us. You will never have my place. Never stand at his right hand. Your life ends here," she growled out lowly before she lunged forward her lithe body landing hard over his as her hands aimed for his neck more the ready to choke the life from him. "You killed my brother and his mate. He wasn't a fighter and you killed him. You took the only person in my life that mattered to me. You said you loved me and you killed him and almost killed me like we where nothing. I am going to kill you and enjoy watching the life leave your body. Maybe I will let you regenerate long enough to kill you again," she growled out in pure hatred.

[Edena Rez - Holding Cell]

It wasn't her first time being detained aboard the Theurgy, but it certainly was the least comfortable.  Like Jien, she took measures to make breathing less laborious, opening her uniform jacket so that the only thing pressed against her chest was the thin gray undershirt worn beneath it.  Edena had been silent for a long time, communing mentally with her other personalities, whom weren't affected by the thin atmosphere they were left in.  Only the one with ownership of the body was left to that, which unfortunately for Jien, was the last person he would have wanted to be stuck with.

"You gonna break down on me, Ives?"  The masculine tone, the manner of speech, all of it told Jien that he was talking to Jona Rez in control of the body of Edena.  "I remember when you were first brought in to Starfleet Intelligence as an agent.  Everyone thought you were going to be the best thing that ever happened; the ultimate infiltrator.  I was the only one who saw the weakness in you.  Gifted with the power of disguise, sure, but you lacked conviction, or as you liked to call it, you had a conscience.  Well, congrats, you just got outmaneuvered by someone without a conscience . . . again.  Declan Vasser played you and now you're locked up in here."



[Nathan Isley - Planetoid]

"There's a simple way for you to trust him, Rawley.  It's called tactical positioning.  Ravon is gonna be our point man, which means he is going to walk in front of us at all times.  You'll see every move he makes while you act as rear guard.  I'll be in the middle.  I'd tell you that it's so I can communicate to you both equally, but we both know the reason I'm doing it is because someone has to stay in the middle of you two."  It kept Rawley from lashing out in the event she was wring about Razor, and allowing for him to stop Thomas if she were right.

When the avalanche began, they were left to outrun it, to push forward until they were beyond the fall.  After they had gotten away, it then became about doubling back and digging out Rawley from her snowy casket before something bad happened.  Nathan's legs pushed through the snow, using them to search for her, stopping when they collided against her, then using his hands to start pulling away snow.  If Razor joined in, the two of them would dig her out much faster then Nathan alone, and maybe he would start earning some points with the woman that might get a rifle pointed in a direction away from him.

He braced himself and felt the impact but seconds later felt a forceful shove as she pushed him away.  Despite the torrent of unfamiliar words part of the meaning was all too obvious.  Her body language gave away parts of the meaning.  whatever the words were pertaining to it was clear she was pissed off.  It wasn't just anger he could see in her body language but pure unrelenting hatred.  Whoever she saw him as was someone that she could never forgive.  and he could tell with every facest of her body language ad voice she had every intent to kill whoever it was she saw him as.

He tried to hump back back but was far too late as he felt her tackle him to the ground attempting to straddle his chest. She reached her hands for his throat clearly wanting to choke the very breath of life from him if he gave her half the chance.  In a improvised defense he fell back pulling his right knee upwards and crossing it over his chest forcing it between her body and his.  He felt her hands clinch around his neck and instinctively pushed his arms elbow deep between her own.

He quickly kicked out with the trapped leg forcing her body away as he pushed off the ground planting his left foot to the ground and pushing away as he forced his arms outwards forcing her hands from his neck.  He attempted to force her off of him but to no avail her balance was too good and she had the advantage of the upper position.  Still he was able to put himself at a bit better situation as he grasped at her wrists making sure to keep her choke at bay and used inertia to force his other knee between them in an attempt to put a bit more distance between them knowing her claws and bite were just as potentially deadly as the grip she almost had on his throat. 

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OOC:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guard_%28grappling%29#/media/File:Combatives_spider_guard.tif  this is the position he is trying to force her into, Miles in gray the main difference being his hands curently have an inside grip on her wrists attempting to hold them off from reaching his neck to choke him.  If he don't get this position then his right leg would be at a diagonal with her ankle at her hip and knee at her shoulder and he would be attempting to re-steady himself using the free leg to kick one of her knees out from under her for a sweep.

[Natalie Stark | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1305 hrs. ]

Having not been a heavy drinker in her academy days, Natalie didn't really have much of an understanding for what, precisely, a hangover felt like. The dull, throbbing ache centered at her temples would probably be a good start to one however. And accompanied by the full body sensation of having been beaten with a sack of oranges didn't help. And then there was the dim awareness of a much sharper pain, in her shoulders and arms - an unwanted stretching, a tautness that was damn near unnatural.

She shook her head, trying to clear out the ringing sensation, realizing that she wasn't dead - Heaven wouldn't be this painful, and if this were Hell, she was rather disappointed at the lack of fire and brimstone she'd been promised as a child. Trying to give a sniff to make sure, she found her nose clogged with blood, and made a face. It was then that she realized she wasn't alone, feeling someone squirm against her back. The last time she'd felt something like that had been with Rory -Rory! - Natalie immediately trounced down on that wave of panic. Later she mentally hissed. She didn't have the time to worry about the one person who was swiftly becoming very, very important to her. Natalie could only hope - yet again - that he was safe.

"Lieutenant commander, are you there?"

Well, she recognized that voice, anyways, and answered with a low groan. "Define there, Mr. Tovarek," she mumbled, wincing a she opened her eyes. Oh, it was nasty bright in the XO's office - she hadn't had much cause to visit Cmdr. Rez in her offices, but she had been there once or twice, back before things had gone to hell, back before she was in charge of ops, for minor repair work. Recognizing the room easily enough, she swept her blue eyes over the recent changes in decor. Looking up was not pleasant, for a multitude of reasons, but she managed all the same. So that's why this hurts so damn much, she thought bitterly. Those self same eyes bubbled up with hate when they saw the guard posted. She saw a bit of spittle and blood near the mans feet, and tried -failing, for the most part - to look over her shoulder at Simon. She tilted her head a bit, "Nice shot," she muttered, much more calmly than she felt.

[ Captain Jien Ives | Brig | Holding Cell A | Deck 07 ] Attn: Kurohigi

To hear that voice right then, emerging from the throat of his First Officer, it made Jien close his eyes and take another deep breath - struggling to find his centre again. In a way, it might have been the best of the four souls locked inside Edena that spoke, since it challenge him to not show weakness, and to reply with some kind of certitude.

"Unless I am missing something," he grated and opened his eyes again - staring at the Trill in his company. His oaken eyes were lined with fatigue. "You are in here too, Jona Rez, aren't you? Or are you going to blame your host body for your shortcomings again? It does get a bit old."

He would not grant Jona the satisfaction of getting back on his feet, because he suspected that the old Trill wanted to think he could manipulate him and boost his resolve if he so deigned to. He remained sitting at the end of the bunk, one arm draped across it, and he looked way from Jona's host as if he had no desire to mince words with him - that there were higher priorities on his mind. There were, of course, but somehow, the desire to undermine the self-righteous air of command that Jona's surviving ghost flaunted like the pips he used to wear... it was quite palpable.

"I would rather earn the respect of my crew than their fear," he said quietly, making sure to breathe a bit harder to compensate for the words he spoke, "In fact, I would say that we would not have come this far if I had done things your way. If I had used threats and chicanery, this mutiny would have sprung from my own crew... weeks before we even reached the Mahéwa System. You, on the other hand, would have killed everyone aboard at the first sign of danger, just to preserve the integrity of our technology... if Edena Rez had not come to her senses and revealed herself. That is the difference between you and me, and it has not so much to do with conscience... as it has to do with accomplishing our mission."

[Aisha S'iti | USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 | 1300 hrs. ] Attn: Kurohigi(Vaser), Brutus(Stark), Nolan(Tovarek)

Aisha looked down at her Conn display and smiled to herself pleased with her work.  "Commodore, I will be borrowing the view-screen for a moment in order to run a simulation in order to make some final adjustments." she said bringing up a rear view display on the main screen.  Within seconds the display began to be overlaid with a targeting reticule and with a rudimentary cross-hair like system.  "Captain, If I am rendered unconscious or worse during the battle I have created a backup means of targeting and launching the gravametric mines.  This system is saved via the conn console, tactical console, and or main screen as Conn Override Preset Calamity Protocol 1.  For lack of overly complex explanations and to test the systems interface in full I will demonstrate its use via a simulation." 

Pressing a button on the console the main screen showed an image like one would see while at warp but looking backwards and trailing them was mockup of the Theurgy.  She slid over a few more things on the display and the crosshair system turned green.  If it turns green then you have a lock meaning that if you launch a mine at that moment you will likely impact the trailing ship.  Since the distances required to get a lock are so close the time it takes for the mine to reach the enemy vessel will be insignificant.  Since we aren't using a standard targeting system and really are just using standard sensor data they won't even be able to register it as a lock on because essentially the mines are being dumbfired.  Due to this by the time any starship's sensors would detect the approaching object it will have already impacted so compensating for inertia and time traveled is irrelevant.  There is one more feature about this that you need to know of commodore if the Enemy vessel is so close that we will be impacted from the mine's "splash" then the reticule will show red instead of green.  I strongly advise against firing if there of it's showing red.  It is likely we will have our own warp field shredded by the mine and will likely suffer even worse damage than our target.  Alternatively this system can be patched in to operate via the manual steering column.  Personally I would recommend use of the column as this more simplified mine launching system would benefit from the on the fly reactions allowed via that system."  She explained SHowing the apparance of the different green and red setting demonstrating the interface using a Mockup of the theurgy herself as the target.  When done she swiped her finger across the conn panel and the simulation display ended returning the main screen display to normal.  "Are you satisfied with the backup mine targeting system Commodore?"

She waited a few moments for the Captain to react to her but instead she was interrupted by a voice she had been wondering about the absence of.  Over the Captains com badge the voice of Selena Ravenholm spoke up.  "Comadore Vasser, Captain T'Rena; I apologize for my extended silence.  I have just finished successfully reconfiguring Thea.  The updated AI interface is with me and we are on Deck 8 on route to the Deck 5 -- upper -- computer core."  I have locked out all others from accessing the core aside from the two of you.  I will need one of you to personally grant me access to the core in order for me to re-upload Thea.  Thea's Mobile emitter is functioning perfectly and she is responding in accordance to my reprogramming.  Ravenholm out."

The pure hatred she felt for the being before her would know no limits. Not even the unending expanse of space could hold her hatred for him. When her hands failed to find the cylinder shape of his throat she would growl out lowly wanting to see him become nothing more then a rotting pile of meat. Her anger all but grew as she felt him trying to push her away. "Just give me a few seconds and I will take the fight from you," she growled out in her native language her eyes narrowed with pure hate. As he gripped her wrists she fought to break free from his grip the clawed tips of her fingers trying to dig into flesh. The way he was fighting wasn't like how her people fought but her mind was too wrapped up with anger to think about anything else other then killing him. Her tail lashed out trying to snake between his legs to try and constrict around them. Her training helped keeping her balance a little better atop him. "All too soon you will die for what you did to Fallen. I will make sure what ever wretched excuse for a soul finds no rest in this life or the next. You will be scattered to the four winds," she growled out her native tongue resounding in the walls of the holding cell.

Unfortunately for her instead of grabbing onto flesh the only thing she managed to grasp was the thick fur of his chest.  SHe had countered his actions by making sure she kept herself steady and upright not knowing the multitude of movements he had available to him in this position.  Knowing her ability to recover his only option was somehow taking the rear in a way that coudl get past her knowing in this situation they could be just an effective a weapon as anything else.  Using her body as leverage he swung his legs around putting his legs around her neck in a move known as a triangle choke.  The choking pressure forced her to try and push towards him for breath and needles to say she was still struggling to close the gap in order to attempt to kill him she surged forward.

Having been waiting for the forceful surge he released the choke and used his agility moving around her quickly pressing his face in the space between her shoulder blades keeping it from taking any beating from her elbows. He quickly pushed his arms under hers and grasped her wrists again as his legs tightly wrapped around her midsection locking him into place as tightly as possible around her back.  The final appendage of his, the tail did something far less aggressive as it found hers. His head in between her shoulder blade she began to speak.  "Please Valkyrie, If you are in there hear me.  I don't know who you see me as but its Miles in here with you not someone from your past.  Please,  focus on the tail.  Focus on my body.  Does it feel like one of your kind's.  Does my fur feel like the skin of your race?"  as he said this his tail gently wrapped around hers hoping she would sense the feelings of intimacy they had shared only hours ago.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Lucan

Amelya remained frozen into place as she stared into Trujillo's eyes. The events of what had happened in her own medical office being replayed before her eyes. The conversation between Trujillo and Ida being pushed to the back of her mind so it only sounded like  blurry conversation that was blocked away as if she was submerged under water. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were wide open yet her pupils had turned into pinpoints due to her fear.

Yet when Ida spoke to her she snapped out of the sequence, looking around a bit frightened yet looking into Ida's eyes made her feel a bit more at ease only just a bit. What had she done to them? She parted her lips yet no sound came out and she cleared her throat a bit "I... I didn't have a scalpel at my disposal..." she said soft at first yet she looked up at Trujillo and closed her eyes for a second. "So I took a bite in one officer's genitals and shot the other one with a phaser... Multiple times, until he moved no more." She paused than for a second and took in a few deep breaths. "However, things would be much gruesomer if I had a scalpel..."

She hoped it would be enough to scare Trujillo off and she looked at Ida now, wondering what she thought of her, would she be a monster of some sort for her? A savage beast that would do anything for survival? She didn't know and she sat down on the cold floor of the cell as she buried her face in her hands to get a grip on herself once more.

[ Uncharted Planetoid ] Attn: Nathaniel Isley & Evelyn Rawley

Thomas listened to both Rawley as Isley as they tried to figure out whether or not he was a turned member. It somewhat bugged Thomas that they were questioning his loyalty yet it took every bit of his nerves to not just explode. Since an emotional outburst now could be considered as an act of violence, especially with Rawley pointing a rifle at his face.

He waited for the two to finish their conversation while he kept his hands up in the air, the cold blizzard rushing past his body while he shook his head slowly, they were wasting valuable time by just bickering here "Guys, do we really have to do this here? We have a starship to take back and some fucking killers to track down." he said now out loud, hoping the transmission would reach the both of them.

Yet it seemed events were taking a turn for the worse as the ground under Rawley began to shift, Razor followed Isley as they fled from the avalanche, yet he returned with him to assist him in digging Rawley out. "She better not fucking shoot me when we dig her out of here." he muttered as his hands scooped away snow as fast as he could while standing opposite of Nathan. "Do you believe her Maverick?" He asked now, wanting to know what the third man though, Finally they could see Rawley's feet first sticking out of the snow.

[Simon Tovarek | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1305 hrs. ] Attn: Natalie Stark

"Here would be the XO's office I believe." He answered relieved, happy to know that he wasn't alone in this ordeal. Stark was alive and that was a good thing. He had seen too many people being shot or get injured today. He couldn't help but laugh a bit as she congratulated him with his fine spitting skills. "Thank you lieutenant commander. I do try to hit the guard though, but I'm afraid he might just be outside my spitting range." Simon now tried to look over at Natalie himself but it seemed just impossible in the position they were in.
"Are you alright? You know, besides the fact that your head is about to crack open and that your body is being used like a bag of counterweight and all that crap..."

In between all the chaos and while waiting for Natalie's response Simon could hear that something was going on aboard the bridge, yet with the closed door, he couldn't make out what it really was. "Also, any plans for escape?" he asked on a muffled tone, keeping it out of the hearing range of the guards.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv

Apparently, the Harbinger's CMO had caught on to Ida's intention rather well, and it seemed to the Andorian that the Trill she shared the holding cell with was even telling the truth. Had she really bitten her assailant? Ida was beginning to like Dr. Duv, and at that point - after she had delivered her account of what had befallen the two security guards in her office - Ida could have kissed her, because the dark look on Trujillo's face was quite priceless.

Ida's elation disintegrated when she saw the Trill retreat to the floor and hide in her hands. It did not serve them at all to show weakness, so Ida tried to compensate - stepping into Trujillo's field of vision - hiding Duv behind her back. "So, I advise that you back off unless you want us hurting you in any way we can. If your Vulcan can make us see otherwise, as much as I doubt it, then who knows, perhaps we'll be more cooperative and see reason in this madness you seem to have embraced."

Ida took another step closer to the force field, her stare unblinking. "Before then... I suggest you back away, Commander Trujillo."

The human seemed to be cleaning his teeth with his tongue, weighing his options behind his dark eyes - returning Ida's stare with the confidence of a ruffian with the options completely on his side. Ida forced herself to breathe as she waited on the reply. To keep herself centred, she imagined breaking his legs. Made herself hear his screams and pleas for mercy. She would not give it immediately, setting her phaser to stun and shoot the Pinkskin only when he had learned humility.

"You just want to buy some time, chica" he said derisively and stepped away. Ida fought the urge to react, keeping her head level and her stance unfaltering. Trujillo was, however, not done talking, "You do have a point in that you will be much more compliant after T'Rena has shown you the future, so as much as I'd like to have my way with both of you now that I have the opportunity... I know you will accept your fate."

He stepped away, adjusting the sleeves of his uniform. He paused by the exit, glancing towards the Brig Officer before he left. He only gave them a winning smile in parting, adding, "Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet."

Ida curled her upper lip at his retreating back long after it was obscured by the shut doors. Then she turned to the CMO and sat down in front of her - making sure that her back obscured the Brig Officer's line of sight. "Doctor, I need you to focus if we are to get out of here. So they touched you against your will, fine, but I think you got back at them pretty good, correct?" Ida's whisper was sharp but quiet, and she laid her blue hands against the sides of the Trill's head, trying to make her look into her eyes and return to the present, "If you work with me, I will be able to protect you and you will be safe, but if you do not step up and get over yourself, I will be forced leave you here. Please, do not let the Pinkskins have the satisfaction of seeing you bleed. Save your tears for when the pain if far behind. Now is not the time, doctor. Now, it's time to think and to be brave."

Ida tried to give the woman an encouraging smile, but it just came out as some kind of bitter grimace. "On the Theurgy, we have a couple of words that we live by, and if we get out of here, and you chose to serve under a Captain that remain true to Starfleet and what the Federation once stood for, then you might as well know them, and heed them." The fierce expression on Ida's face put an emphasis to her whispered words. "Courage is fear, when it has said its prayers."

Silenty, Ida added in her thoughts, And conscience makes cowards of us all.

For Trujillo, T'Rena and Vasser... she would pull no punches. She lowered her hands from Amelya's face.

"Now, without letting him see or hear, empty those pockets in your lab coat. Let's see what we have to work with."

[Edena Rez - Jona Rez in control]

"Well, it's not like anyone has been listening to anything I have to say since the Ishtar Incident."  He had shown himself to others what Jien had long since known, that his morals were far too dark to be trusted on their current mission.  Jona was more section 31 then Starfleet Intelligence, and that mean having the grounds to do whatever he thought was best, without the restrictions of basic decency.

"The respect of your crew isn't doing much when you keep running into problems bigger then yourself, Ives.  Alien pathogens, omnipotent beings, and now a hostile takeover utilizing Vulcan Mind Melds?  All the respect in the galaxy isn't going to help you with that . . . though fear isn't going to do much better.  You need to cunning and ruthless right now, because that's how your enemy is thinking.  Hate me all you like, but that's what you need, not to mention that hate is a pretty good motivator, in case you haven't noticed yet."  The struggle just to draw breath had vanished, the life support's lowered setting less obvious when it wasn't being swelled on.  Hating Jona brought a certain kind of clarity to Ives' mind.

"The girls think they might have a method of escape, but it depends on your ability to change.  Think you got enough hate in you to focus on being a chameleon?"  It was a simple plan, if they could pull it off.  Jien could blend into the environment, become invisible, and when a guard found him absent, they would drop the force field to investigate.  From there, it was all about ambushing the guard.



[Declan Vasser]

The Cardassian Pilot's configurations were well done, planning for contingencies that could not be planned for.  It was good, very good in fact.  "Excellent," he said, giving a nod of approval to the helm officer.  As she put it, even if she were rendered unconscious, it would take only a single button press to launch the mines.  To further the good news, Selena had completed her reconfigurations, meaning they now had Thea completely on their side; the avatar of the ship, it's living, thinking brain, an ally of their cause.

"Excellent work, Ravenholm.  You will have my authorization to access the core," he assured her, giving her the all clear to proceed as planned.  He had found himself a number of highly capable officers, and they were making the take over go off seamlessly, better then he ever could have imagined it going.  If their attempts to take control of the time displaced successor to the Theurgy went this smoothly, then it was only a matter of time before they had the beginnings of a fleet, a fleet capable of overtaking the enemy.



[Nathan Isley]

Did he believe her?  It was an interesting question.  "I believe she believes it," he said.  That was Ravon's real issue.  Nathan would do what it took to complete their mission, but Rawley was going to be emotional, which meant that she was the one Thoma had to prove himself to.  That meant no distrustful tactics, keeping himself where she could see him, and most importantly, saving her life.  As a hand appeared, Nathan grabbed hold and started to pull her out, the snow loose enough to allow him to drag her out without any harm to her body.  "You with us, Rawley?" he asked, checking to see if she were conscious or if she would need to be carried out.

When her nails didn't sink into flesh but rather something else she could feel but her altered mind couldn't process. Even though she could feel something in her mind she couldn't see it. A long deep growl slipped out feeling his legs wrapping around her neck as her body straightened trying to pull free from his grasp. It wouldn't be long before she would have to try and push towards him to try and catch her breath. Using all the strength she had she gave one strong surge before she felt her pray moving from before her and she felt him behind her. She felt something pressing between her shoulderblades and she knew that there would no moving him from that position unless she really fought him. It wasn't to say she didn't try. The feeling next of his arms under hers as he grasped her wrists would pull an infuriated growl from her eyes narrowing in anger. She felt him locking her down to the point she wouldn't be able to move near as freely as she normally would and this angered her all that much more.

It was then she felt something far different brushing against her skin that her mind was having trouble processing. Something far different then the normal scales that where found among her people. She could hear words and in part of her mind they made sense and in other parts it was all to strange to her. Something of the feeling of the body against hers brought memories that felt fresher then the betrayal that had cost her everything she had held dear. For the first time in a long while something wasn't feeling overly right. Slowly sinking to her knees she felt the feeling of something else different in the room with her. "Got off of me you sick bastard," she growled out the words in her native tongue as she rested on her knees her voice wavering slightly as the smell in the room changed slightly for her.

[Miles Renard | USS Theurgy | Brig ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter (Neleo)

He continued to speak calmly to her as he held his position.  He did all he could to make sure she was unable to attack either him or herself knowing that there was the possibility that if she felt she was at a state of loss against a superior foe she may attempt something drastic.  He held onto her wrists keeping her attacks at bay as he kept his canine head against her back in the space between her shoulder blades..  Unbeknownst to him through their grinding against each other in his current state he began to sweat his own arousal beginning to grow a bit despite his best efforts.  Then he remembered something.  Her people like his had acute senses including smell.  Perhaps his own male musk could be used as well as the feel of his fur to attempt to bring her back.  He relaxed from his urges to suppress certain instincts letting his own arousal grow a bit.  Soon his own musk was seeping out into the air with his sweat as he held onto her tightly.  "Please, please my Valkyrie.  Concentrate on the now, not the past.  It's me, can't you feel me.  Please figure it out he pleaded quietly.  he said before thinking of one other way to reach her one other sense to bombard the her present with.  Slowly he crossed his hand over her own caws and used them to slice it open. His blood began to seep into his fur as he forced the hand upwards and towards her face forcing her to smell his unique blood.  she had said it had tasted different.  Perhaps its scent and taste coupled with the rest would be enough to force her mind back to reality.

[Aisha S'iti | USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 | 1300 hrs. ] Attn: Kurohigi(Vaser), Brutus(Stark), Nolan(Tovarek)

The cardassian , hearing the report hid the cringe within knowing that now time was even more limited than before.  If Thea was in their possession then she wouldn't be having to fool a default computer, but a thinking officer with senses for tracking each and every com badge on the ship.  If she were to spring the officers from their prison in the XO's office it would have to be soon.  Taking advantage of her long past due for a break work-time recently she knew how she would affect her own escape from the bridge.  "Captain, since I have prepared for the contingency that I am unavailable may I take a quick recess from my duties to get something to eat?" she politely asked hoping given her service to the mission he would understand the needs of an officer to not continue to work on an empty stomach.

[Declan Vasser]

"Of course.  My apologies for working you for so long.  You are dismissed," Declan said, granting Aisha the time away she required.  The efficiently of a bridge crew saw someone ready to step into her position at the helm as soon as she stepped away, to continue the act of piloting for as long as was necessary.  In an emergency, one always had their best at the helm, so Aisha knew that, if it was possible, she was to report to the bridge to assume her duties in the event of a red alert.  That was enough knowledge for Declan to grant her some leave after working tirelessly to set up the mines.  He wasn't about to be a slave driver, and chain her to her post, especially when she was one of his loyal crew members, not someone who needed to be forced into obedience by a Mind Meld.

[ Security Detail | USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 ] Attn: IronFerrox, Brutus & Nolan

The two guards present in the room had noticed the captives stirring in the wake of T'Rena leaving the XO Ready Room, one of them smirking when the Chief Science Officer spat blood at his feet. They were both Harbinger men, Petty Officers who had survived Sonja Acreth when she killed David Cerruto and everyone present outside the Harbinger Brig. Their remote posting on the ship had saved them, and now they were on the Theurgy to make the vision of the future come true.

"You can step out, man," he said to his comrade, nodding towards the door that led to the corridor. He watched them whisper to each other where he had strung them up, yet even if his green eyes were upon them, his words were for his like-minded. "Keep a look-out. I'll remain here."

So when he was alone with the captives, he rose from the couch and sauntered over to them. He sought their eyes as he circled them, making sure they knew he was there and wasn't going to be idle any more. Despite his stout frame, he moved with ease - a sign of strength that belied appearances. Eyes deep-set. His eyebrow split from a fight in his youth. The stubble on his chin was the same length as his shaved scalp, and peppered with grey even if he wasn't in his forties yet.

"I'm Kyle Benson," he said quietly, running his fingertips over his holstered hand phaser as his famished eyes feasted on the woman - the Theurgy's Chief of Operations. "Sounds to me like the two of you are having naughty intentions... wanting to leave before the Winter Queen sees to you."

As he passed in front of Simon Tovarek, he backhanded the man across his face. It was a disdainful act, almost like an afterthought. His steps led him into Natalie Stark's field of vision next, and his grin showed how much he liked what he saw. His crude demeanour was far from the schooled Line Officers. "Then again... I think I might be having naughty intentions as well."

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, eyes a bit wide as he stared. "Would you like to lick something for me, Lieutenant Commander?" He slowly unzipped his uniform trousers. "Something salty and scented?"

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I will be posting tomorrow with Jien Ives and Rawley in this thread.

Aisha nodded, "Thank you Commodore,  I will be back ASAP."  She said waking to the turbolift and then reconsidering.  You know I think i will get myself something to make sure I feel a bit safer.  she said as she turned around and headed towards the exit near the Mission ops post that opened to the armory.

Entering the armory she nodded to the officer within the room and grabbed one of the type three phasers on the wall.  "I doubt I will be needing this but better safe than sorry." She said to him as he stoically guarded the room.  Exiting the room she looked around mentally noting what she saw. 

She made her way down the corridor past the guard at the XO's office door then down the corridor where the turbolift was.  She noted in her mind the lack of corridor security aside from the one stationed outside the Captains private study entrance and began to make her plans perhaps the best start would be to see if she could remove at least one of the guards in her path.  Playing the bridge officer who never had been tasked with going on a real dangerous security mission the Cardassian approached the guard near the deck 1 corridor turbolift.  "Hey umm, I've been on the bridge ever since the takeover. Where would you suggest is a safe place to get a snack?"  She asked the type three phaser hanging loosely from her shoulder almost more like someone would carry a purse not like anyone who knew what they were doing would carry a weapon.  Of course for her idea to work the guard assuming she was clueless with the weapon and completely vulnerable was exactly the bait she was trying to lay.

[ Captain Jien Ives | Brig | Holding Cell A | Deck 07 ] Attn: Edena (Jona Rez)

Jien listened, but when Jona spoke, he was always a sceptic - seeking whatever catch there was to the man's suggestions. At least he was not giving the orders any more, yet then again, neither was Jien. The will to not show weakness to Jona was not quite hate, but a very close resemblance, but Jien dismissed the old man's notion to command his crew with ruthlessness. Cunning, aye, yet that did not forgive what Jona was suggesting.

Jien wanted to argue the consequences of abandoning what Starfleet represented, to say that they may be the last shard of a broken image, but he did not have the energy. His thoughts strayed to Ensign Henshaw, and how she had betrayed him. She had been overqualified for the position of Captain's Yeoman, and yet she had sought it. Now Jien knew why. She had seduced him and diverted his eye - chosen which reports he was supposed to read and which reports would be destroyed. She could have altered his written commands, turned the crew against him and made them side with Vasser. She had conspired with his new Tactical Officer and taken the ship from him - handed it to T'Rena and Vasser on a silver platter.

Thinking of the sounds Cameron had made, and the words she'd said afterwards, it did summon his hatred. It had all been an act, and he had not seen past her smiles. Perhaps ruthlessness would have its uses after all?

"Think you got enough hate in you to focus on being a chameleon?"

He almost did not catch what Jona said, but glanced towards the Trill eventually. "I do," he grated to the man behind the hazel eyes, and with bared teeth, he saw Cam's face superimposed over Edena's features. His voice was as low as Jona's to keep the Brig Officers from hearing their words. "But they have sensors. They will still see my readings. I won't be invisible beyond the means of their eyes."

Jien glanced up towards the solid surface of the ceiling, wondering where they might locate sensors. Was there any way they could be disabled even from inside the cell? Looking around, his question was of a more personal nature. "How many of them were in on it?" he asked Jona, since it was a matter of singling out the opposition, "Besides Sjaandin Fedd and Cameron Henshaw?"

Carrigan Trent and Chief O'Connell seemed to have aligned themselves to Vasser's cause right away - fearing for their lives. Or had it been a ruse? It was hard to think straight...

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[ Security Detail | Corridor | Deck 01 ] Attn: Aisha S'iti

"Hey umm, I've been on the bridge ever since the takeover. Where would you suggest is a safe place to get a snack?"

The security guard turned his head and looked at the Cardassian, recognising her and nodded to her question. She appeared a damsel in distress to him, obviously not having paid attention to the weaponry courses that they got when they enlisted in the fleet. Sitting at the helm ever since. If she meant to head down to the mess hall and didn't know how to defend herself, the resistance would likely shoot her. She was a well known face from the Harbinger.

"I would love to treat you, Chief, but I cannot leave my post," Crewman Williams said, debating with himself over what was the correct way to handle the situation without endangering the Commodore or the Chief. The way he had been briefed, S'iti was important too. His ruminations were plain on his tanned face. He tapped his combadge. "Williams to Mannington. "

[Mannington here,] said the other security-guard, and the echo of his voice could be heard around the corner of the corridor. It was the guard outside the entrance to the XO Ready Room.

"I need to be escort for a while, can you set a patrol for the whole corridor?"

[Acknowledged, hurry up.]

"Okay, I will help you out," said Williams to S'iti and smiled warmly to her, calling for the turbolift. "You can never be too careful. Until T'Rena has rooted out the resistance cells, there is no telling what might happen, so I'll protect you. I think there are plenty of replicators on the Deck below, I'll just open the door to one of he Senior Officer's quarters with my security override and we'll be all set."

Who knew, in the interests of the vision shown to them, perhaps he could even convince her to bear his child first?

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[ Uncharted Planetoid ] Attn: Nathaniel Isley & Thomas Ravon

There was no response from Rawley, and her arms were limp when she was dug out of the snow. Behind them, almost one-hundred and fifty meters above, the ledge upon which the Valkyries had landed awaited them, and it seemed they would have to carry Rawley up there, and as easy as it had been so get down the snowy incline of the mountainside, it would be a lot harder going up unless they found an alternate path. Furthermore, since they could not remove her suit, there was no way to tell her condition unless they scanned her with a tricorder, and those still remained in their cockpits.

Just as this realisation might have dawned upon them, there was a shuffling noise heard further away in the blizzard. A dark outline in the storm, ten feet tall, circling them...

Then another appeared, just beyond clear visibility.

And a third...

It was when the fourth presented itself that one of them came close enough to be seen through the whirling snow. And its shriek made their intention clear - giant maws opening all around them... before they closed the distance.

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OOC: Inspiration (not the exact same creatures) behind the button: [Show/Hide]

She smiled happily as he worked out the details on his own side seeming exited to hear him so eager to help her out.  "That sounds perfect!"  she said eagerly "Since I've done so much to help the Commadore he might let me be senior staff and keep the room."  she mused entering the turbolift.

Williams followed the Cardassian into the turbolift and told it to head to the deck below them. During the quick ride, Williams took the opportunity stand a bit behind her shoulder, just so that he could appreciate the shape of her derrière. "I am sure he wouldn't object to have you working underneath him, and if you so it well, he'll likely reward you too."

As the door opened she started to step forward showing her carelessness.  The security officer quickly reached out grabbing her shoulder and jerked her back.  "What was that for?"  she asked indignantly.

Williams turned to her.  "I may just be a rookie crewman who was fresh out of bootcamp before the Harbinger but even I know better than to step out into a who knows how dangerous corridor."  who knows there could be a group of resistance scouts attempting to find a way onto the bridge down here for all we know."  he said hoping the hellms-woman would finally grasp the danger she almost put herself in.

She huffed a bit watching him peek out into the corridor staying put.  "All's clear."  he said walking forward and taking point as he made his way to one of the nearest rooms.

as they walked she kept up her act finally adding.  "Thanks, you know, for holding me back like that."  she said.  "Though I really don't know in what way he could reward me.  heck I dont even know much of the plan outside of capturing the Calamity.  Unlike you all the Captain don't seem to trust me.  Guess its cause she knows where they stand because of the whole vulcan mind fusion thing.  Not so much with me.  Guess its cause my kind don't accept mind melds as easily as others.  Thank the stars The Commodore seems to appreciate loyalty where it exists."  she thought aloud as the door to one of the senior quarters opened.

[Neleo | USS Theurgy | Brig ]  Attn: Miles

Even through the rage that clouded her mind some part of her could still hear the soft tone of his voice as it helped sooth the anger that was raging with in her. The feeling of her body trapped unable to attack in even the simplest of fashions somehow didn't seem to bother her as much as she thought it should. Some level deep down inside her spoke of trust with the one that held her even if her eyes and mind processed what she had seen differently. The musky scent of desire started tainting the air around them making her question even more. Things she knew where in conflict with what she was sensing now around her. As the minutes ticked on the musky smell continued growing confusing her more as she continued struggling against him. The struggling of her body against his would slow slightly as the world she was seeing would slowly start to dim and blur ever so slightly as parts of the real would slowly slowly start peaking through the fog. The smell of coppery blood would pull a long deep growl from her as her eyes narrowed slightly trying to make sense of everything that was going on around her. Before she knew it the blood was near her and what she saw brought only more confusion seeing the red liquid rather then the silvery coloring that was normal to her kin. The more she tried to figure out why the blood looked and smelled different the more it felt like her head was splitting apart. A small groan slipped out as she slowly lowered her head on the ground as her throbbing head started remembering what had happened. The more her mind started to clear the more she could sense his smell even if things still didn't look quite right to her eyes. Closing them she focused on the feeling of his fur and the scent that wafted around her. The feeling of something hard pressing against her only worked to cement in her mind who was really behind her. "You have horrible timing when it comes to being aroused," she muttered softly in a language she was sure he would understand. Her words would make sense even if her voice was somewhat weak and warn.

Miles Renard | USS Theurgy | Brig ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter (Neleo)

He could tell he was finally starting to break through as he held her still tightly forcing her to see the red blood and his scent around her.  He couldn't believe his ears hearing her speaking in a translatable language.  He felt so happy to hear it that he gently loosened his grip on her still gently holding her close.  his tail and hands gently caressing her skin.  "A few tears came down his canine face soaking into his fur as he was overjoyed to know she was back.  "Thank the Matriarch you are still in there.  And, it isn't my fault that I can't help but be eager in your presence Valky."  He said teasingly.    He waited a few more moments making sure it really was the person he knew with him before letting go from behind her and pulling her around and embracing her tightly overjoyed that her mind had returned to her.

Pulling away from the hug for a moment he looked into her eyes again. taking on a serious tone.  "Sorry I seem to be rushing things but the Theurgy has been taken over by the crew of the Harbinger.  You were the victim of a Vulcan mind meld by the Self proclaimed Captain of the Theurgy T'rena.  As such she has declared Declan Vasser Commodore of a fleet of currently two ships.  Currently The whereabouts of Captain Ives and Commander Rez is the cell next to us.  Much of the Theurgy crew has been forcibly mind melded into following Vasser and T'rena's plans and there apparently is a small resistance of un-melded Theurgy personnel attempting to fight back against the coup.  From my understanding what put you in that state of being trapped in that state was due to the Vulcan attempting to mind meld with you and the differences between your brain's physiology and what Vulcans are used to were too great and it caused well it caused you to be in whatever state you were just in where you were trying to kill me and screaming at me in what I can only assume is your native tongue."  He paused letting her deal with what he had just told her.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ]

Amelya look up once again when Trujillo made his exit. She let out a soft sob yet already got spoken to by the former Theurgy security officer. She looked up at the blue colored woman as she spoke and tried to find courage and strength from her words. Despite what she said however, Amelya would normally not find the power to harness these words. She was a soft and kind woman, not the weapon that security officers turned out to be at times. Yet now there was very little time or room to stray from her personal affinity.

She nodded slowly throughout Ida's speech and when she told her to empty her pockets to see what she had with her Amelya nodded and whispered "Alright, I'll help you break out. Just promise me that it will be better aboard the Theurgy. I can't imagine to serve another second aboard this ship with all these men wanting to..." She paused her sentence and shook her head as tears formed once more and ran down her cheeks. She dug her hands in her pockets and revealed the inoculation device first to Ida. Besides that she had little to nothing that could help them. A few sterile pieces of bandage still in the wrapping, standard trinkets that she could use in triage yet nothing that would hurt. Their only and most effective weapon would be the inoculation device.
 
[ Thomas Razor Ravon Uncharted Planetoid ]

As Rawley was dug out for the most of it, Thomas looked over to Nathaniel. "She's still alive right?" He said, though it seemed more like a question. There was no way to tell what Rawley her condition was yet it seemed at first sight that none of her limbs were angled in a odd or twisted position. So Razor concluded that she probably didn't break anything during her fall. Maybe she passed out by the ragdolling she must've made while plummeting down with the avalanche. "So what's the plan Maverick?" Thomas asked now before he turned his head upwards to a sound he rather didn't hear.

"Please tell me you were just hungry Isley... And that was just your stomach." He muttered to himself before spotting the creature on top. Quickly though, Thomas realized that they had come into a shit storm. "You wouldn't happen to have found that rifle Rawley was packing.. Would you?" Thomas asked before looking back at Nathaniel. "We need to hightail it out of here... Rawley will slow us down if we drag her along... And I'm pretty sure these things haven't had lunch. But hey, I'm apparently not the most trustworthy person around according to this bitch here... So call the shots. Sir." Thomas said now and looked at Nathan.

[ Simon Tovared | USS Theurgy | Main Bridge | Deck 01 ]

Simon observed as the first guard made his exit and the lone guard started to circle them. Simon's words died off slowly as the guard came within earshot and he looked at the man as he walked around them. There wasn't much Tovarek could do as he saw the backhand coming and he only braced himself for the impact, closing his eyes before the slap turned his face to the right. More blood came into his mouth and Simon snorted a bit, wanting to spit once more to show his perfect state of rebellion towards the guard yet he already moved on toward Natalie.

All he could do now was listen and stand by idly while he heard this Kyle Benson speak. He spat on the floor, the blood more red now since it was fresh. He could hear the disgusting proposition towards Stark and Simon waited a little to hear what Stark would say or do in this situation. If needed Simon had just the right comment ready to hopefully turn the attention away from Kyle on Natalie back towards him. Yet perhaps Natalie could find another way to fool the guard and possibly even set the two of them free.

[ Security Detail | Corridor | Deck 01 ] Attn: Aisha S'iti

"Don't mention it," said Williams as he led the way to a door and and started to tap the control panel with his fingertip - doing the security override, "As for rewards, I suppose there are many ways in which Vasser may reward you for your loyalty... but I wouldn't count on it when it comes to the Winter Queen."

With a chirping noise, the sliding doors opened, and he led the way inside. "Lights, 60 %," he said and walked over to the replicator, "we need to conserve the energy after the sabotage in Engineering, and apparently, the Theurgy has been using replicator rations most of the time. We have yet to distribute them, but you can have some of mine if you'd like." He put the rifle aside and powered up the replicator for the Cardassian. Then he fished the ration card out of his pocket, charged with one week's limited rate of energy consumption. He turned to Aisha and smiled, holding the card between his fingers.

"As for the plan, I am surprised you have not been informed about the the vision... the way to victory," With a winning smile, Williams adjusted the hand phaser holstered at his hip and sauntered over to Chief S'Iti. He held the card between them in offering, but he also offered the truth of the vision which was for her to accept. "Ives' way will lead to our deaths. An effort in futility. The quadrants are already lost. The only way left to us is to fall back and regroup. Cleanse our own ranks. Make ourselves strong... and our children stronger. Captain Vasser holds the means for victory in his genes, and by resequencing the DNA of our offspring, we raise a generation bred for war, and we will prevail against the enemy... retake the Galaxy... and live in splendour - renowned as heroes."

Williams chuckled, tilting his head where he stood before the Cardassian. "Captain T'Rena does not care about the spoils of the coming war, but even she is prepared to give birth to as many children as possible, and clone more of them when the wombs and DNA of this crew doesn't suffice. Therefore, we need to secure Dr. Nicander. For if he could change an Ash'reem to a human, then he will be able to aide our cause." His eyes travelled the minute scales of the alien woman's face and he bit his lower lip in anticipation. "How about a kiss for the card, Chief? The voyage ahead will be filled with enjoyment, but if I may, I would love a precursory expedition with you."

He slid his free hand behind the small of her back, running the card down her face... and attempted to kiss her.

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[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv

Ida was glad to see the Trill able to confront her present situation and assist in the escape. As for the promise that it would be better aboard the Theurgy, Ida knew she could not make any such promises yet, but she said nothing of the kind since that might dishearten the Harbinger's CMO again.

While Dr. Duv dug through her pockets, Ida could not help noticing how very... bare the other woman was underneath her lab coat. Crouching as they were - with Ida's back to the forcefield and the eyes of the brig officer - the close proximity of the Trill reminded itself. Her thoughts went to Commander Rez and the intimacy they had shared outside the baths on Theta Eridani IV - the only other Trill she had seen without clothing to cover the twain rows of spots that wandered down... No, this was not the time to dwell of sweet times. Ida focused on what manner of items were spread out on the floor before her, dismayed with the assortment... until the doctor's movements shifted the folds of the lab coat, revealing...

"You have a combadge," she said quietly and removed it from the Trill, turning it over in her blue fingers as she rummaged through her own memories - survival methods taught to her by Wenn Cinn. She had learned the basics in Starfleet, and then learned a few more tricks from the Bajoran - non-standard adaptations of standard-issue equipment. She had picked up the gist of what could be done, but lost the details. "I am a soldier, not an engineer... but I know that you can program a combadge to trigger the functions and effects of some devices. We were taught in the Academy how combadges and tricorders can be remotely monitored and deactivated by the ship's computer. What they don't teach you is that these devices can also initiate or receive command links with other equipment and systems."

She laid the combadge down on the deck plates and turned it over, running a nail along the edge to open the back. "A large Bajoran once tried to teach me how to remote-trigger a number of devices. Sadly, the forcefield to our cell runs on a secure system, so even if I were to succeed, I would not be able to deactivate it. Nor can I link the combadge to the brig officer's computer console, because the manual override would require overriding the command interface with the Harbinger's computer - something that is done through the console's maintenance panel and disconnecting the ODN cables. There are also transporter inhibitors installed in the cells to keep the prisoners from being beamed out, so even if I were to somehow access the transporter systems, it wouldn't work."

Looking at the circuits revealed at the back of the combadge, Ida pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to remember how it was done. "I can - possibly - overload the guard's phaser rifle. But that would not help getting us out, only making more Pinkskins come here to investigate the explosion..." Ida muttered, as if to herself. "What was it that Wenn Cinn said about the sarium krellide cell in the combadge? Do not touch it with a conductive filament, because then you detonate the combadge instead..."

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OOC: I can recommend David Mack's "The Starfleet Survival Guide". Worth every penny.

She nodded hearing about the collective vision for the future. No wonder she had not been told.  For her the idea was very appealing, End the chase settle down on some world in the middle of nowhere and get laid as often as she liked for the sake of the future.  TO tell the truth it was her idea of the perfect retirement.  The more she head though, a sick feeling grew in the pit of her stomach.  For one there was a part of here that knew there was more that could be done. sure Ives idea was a bit too foolhardy and naively suicidal for her tastes but in a way she knew it was better than running off to hide away to live in a some kind of perverted paradise.  The other thing was far worse of an objection that hung in her mind.  Surely there were many who would not be as eager to allow themselves to become breeding stock.  Of course there was the mind meld the Vulcan was employing to make the motivation and eagerness up for them but it was brainwashing pure and simple and as far as common sense told her a person brainwashed into enjoying being fucked relentlessly was as bad as if not worse than just raping them. 

No, It was worse. At least the rape victim can still retain the fact that they objected and on a subconscious level their mind chooses how to deal with it.  T'rena has removed the choice all together.  The Vulcan was now the subject of more disgust than the Cardassian had felt since her youngest years wandering the streets within the DMZ.  T'rena despite not being Cardassian in the slightest was representing everything that Aisha hated within her own reflection.  Brainwashing was not the Federation way, It was no-one's way she knew of other than two others.  THe borg who rewrote their new drones into a hive mind removing their selves.  and the Cardassians who had for a long time relied on methods of torture and brainwashing to control their own population even.  When she told herself she hated the Cardassians dispute her own blood being theirs she had never really meant the people Or even the government, No it was the way the way how everything always came back to the obsidian order using their ability to brainwash extort spy and blackmail to make sure the people walked the line they wanted.  Even the government itself had been goosestepping like its people to the Obsidian orders marching tune.  Still even they had standards.  Oh they would brain wash they would torture.  But... there was still a semblance of choice.  A persons mind could snap.  The subconscious could break and fracture.  A person could fold under the pressure and be reshaped into something more easily controllable.  But the brain only snaps where ones subconscious chooses.  There at its core is still a slight bit of choice.  The subconscious choice where ones own mind itself decides where and how to break.  What The Vulcan was doing... It was worse than the Cardassians at their worst.  She was removing even the least semblance of choice,  almost like the Borg... No, worse than even the Borg. At least all the Borg operated on a hive mind of all making a singular collective decisions only directed by a queen.   No the Vulcan was worse even than the Borg.  She was willingly turning everyone into her drones.  And the drones had no way to influence her action in return as part of a collective as the Borg had.  All they could do was mindlessly obey as slaves to the directions she wrote into them.

As horrifying as the revelation to her was she had to maintain her facade.  Besides, as far as she knew, the security guard here speaking to her was just as professional as anyone normally. But, in this state the Vulcan had placed him in what he was proposing was not only unprofessional but violated every rule about sexual harassment that Starfleet had ever written.  Not to mention it would delay both of them from getting back on duty at the proper time making it from the perspective of the safety of the ship and the security of the bridge a horrible lapse of judgement.  Of course it was a lapse in judgement she could hardly pass up the opportunity to abuse for the sake of accomplishing the mission she had set forth on.  She smiled softly at him as he made his proposal before playfully pushing his advance back.  "A kiss for the card?"  she smiled slyly, "If our roles were reversed and I were looking at a handsome male who needed a nice meal after working for so long I think I would be asking for a lot more than just a little kiss."  she said before draping her arms over his shoulder placing a kiss on his neck.  Slowly she let  her tongue roll past her lips as she gently licked at the flesh of his neck and pushed against him letting him feel her chest press against his own before her lips pursed in a slow suckling kiss at his neck.  "There is so much more that you could want me to offer in exchange after all?  Tell me, What do you really want?  Don't you want me to have to earn my meal?"  she asked seductively making sure he knew exactly why the Commodore had the faith that she didn't need to be shown the vision to be trusted to make sure it became reality.

[ Security Detail | Corridor | Deck 01 ] Attn: Aisha S'iti

Honestly, Williams had not known what to expect when he made a pass on the Cardassian, but it seemed the rumours about her promiscuity was true. She might have refused the kiss, but told him to ask for more - all the while kissing his neck and rubbing her magnificent body against his front. It took a lot less to make him stir, and when she began to suckle the groove of his neck, he couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped him - hardened as he had become by her ministrations. He dropped the card on he floor and ran his hands down her back - cupping her buttocks in the palms of his hands.

"What I really w-want?" He grinned. Oh, she would have to earn her meal in full. The woman seemed to be in full favour of breeding the new army, that was certain. Perhaps they should make a head start? Surely that was beneficial to the cause, right? There were plenty of guards on the deck above them, and the Cardassian had her combadge if they needed her. "I want you to bear my first-born child."

With his grip, he lifted her up against his chest and carried her to the dining table, brutally setting her down there and starting to work on her uniform chest. He sought her mouth again with his own, only to pause for words - believing he'd tease her by leaving her bereft of his lips. His voice was thick with desire as he added, "Even if my seed won't take root, I wouldn't mind the practice... I have never fucked your kind before, Chief. Hope you don't mind."

If he got so far as to bare her breasts, he'd seize them in his hands and lavish them with his mouth.

[Natalie Stark | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1305 hrs. ]

Having the one guard leave the room sent a small shiver down Natalie's spine. She was still groggy and sore in the head from the close range stun burst, and the ache in her arms didn't make things any better. But there was that engrained sense of self preservation that had her hackles up. She was sure that the sudden downsize in guards was not going to be a good thing. Given her past experiences....

It turned out she was right. She winced, hearing, more than seeing, the backhand crack down on Simon. The brunette Lt Cmdr could feel him jerk with the blow, tugging against her as well. "Easy, Lt," she murmured softly as she felt him straighten back up. Natalie had to remind herself that she was the Senior Officer in the room and for better or worse, Simon's well being was something she was responsible for.

Never mind the fact that they were both bound, and she was very likely in immediate threat of....unpleasantries.

And then the big brute - she didn't care about his name one bit - unzipped himself in front of her. She hated being right. A kind of deep, heated anger. Why oh why does this keep happening! she asked herself, almost wailing in her mind. That damn planet. Then the would be goddess. And now Captain Vasser had gone off is rocker and that damn Vulcan bitch of an XO wanted to brain wash her into being a willing baby factory?!? Her mind and her body had been taken against her will more than once, and fear aside, there was just a sense of exasperation and deep, bone level rage at it all.

Her lips curled into a vicious snarl. "I've seen better," she spat out, without really thinking the words through. Both Lucan Nicander and Rory Callahan had been...more endowed. And frankly didn't stink. The Security Guard wasn't kidding about scented, and that snarl took on an almost sickened aspect.

[ Aisha S'iti | Senior Officer's Quarters | Deck 02 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

She smiled,  able to tell how completely fooled she had him.  Allowing him to eagerly take her where he wished and allowing him the freedom to disrobe her she smiled pulling the com badge from her uniform as her top was removed.  "Just one moment." she said excitedly with a soft giggle in her voice.  She pressed the badge and spoke into it as she felt Williams's lips craze over her scaled breasts wrapping around her surprisingly soft green hued nipples.  "Commodore, Many apologies but I am going to be a bit delayed.  My escort gave me quite the proposition and I am sure you understand how it would be impossible for me to say no with how much it serves the greater mission.  "I hope you understand Just thought I would give you the courtesy to know that I may not be returning as soon as initially promised."   she said into the badge making sure to subdue the moans that were near impossible to contain as she felt his tongue rolling over her sensitive buds.

As soon as her end of the communication closed she gasped out in pleasure her loins on fire with heat as he lavished her breast with attention as she eagerly had pressed a hand against his bulge and grasping the zipper to pull it down to expose him wanting to waste no time in having him within her.  Or at least that's what she hoped him to assume.  as her open hand let the com badge drop to the ground unceremoniously.

[ Security Detail | Kyle Benson | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 ] Attn: Stark & Tovarek

The comment only make Kyle Benson chuckle. "I don't care what you've seen," he said quietly, and as if meaning to slap her across the mouth, he took a quick step forward...

...but instead of striking her, he had yanked his hand phaser from his holster and  pressed the muzzle into the corner of her eye - brutally pushing her head back against Tovarek. "I care only that you do as you are told. Now lick it, Lieutenant Commander... from all the way to the tip."

He stopped pressing the phaser against her, making her able to reach his hardened length with her mouth. He supposed the voluptuous girl, who he had difficulty believing to be of such high rank, needed some more incentive. Therefore he reached out behind Stark with his phaser and struck the tip against the temple of the Chief Science Officer. Even if the savage prod may have hurt Tovarek, he did not remove the phaser either. He ground the tip hard against the man's head without letting up.

"Do it," he said in his quiet voice to the woman, eyes distended in anticipation. "Play with it... Suck it... or I will push this button, say he tried to escape." Even at a stun setting, the man would die instantly. But that may be too merciful. She may object. Better to make it clear he would not hesitate.  With his thumb, he increased the setting on his weapon - the chirp loud next to their ears. The muscles of his arm bulged under the uniform as he twisted the muzzle against Tovarek's temple.

"I will burn a hole in his head," he breathed to her, baring his straight teeth, "just large enough to fuck before your eyes."

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[ Security Detail | Williams | Senior Officer's Quarters | Deck 02 ] Attn: Aisha S'Iti

The Cardassian's body was incredible. Williams framed the heavy mounds in his hands and sucked hard on the dark peaks - her uniform jacket and undershirt already ripped free from her arms and tossed behind him. Was she talking to the Commodore? It seemed like she was buying them some time, so he approved, but wouldn't wait for the Vasser's reply in case he told her to return to the bridge.

Expertly, she had already freed his cock from its confines, and he felt her fingers around him. Experiencing the taste and feeling of her body had already made him hard. She heard the combadge fall, and since he had yet to sample her mouth, he tried to kiss her again. Regardless if she let him, he'd attack her neck and throat next with his warm lips, descending the front her body.

"I hope you weren't that famished," he murmured as he scraped his teeth against her collarbone on the way down - soon sucking her nipples again since they were in his way. "....because this may take a while."

Crouching down on one knee by the table, he opened her uniform trousers and yanked them down her legs - tugging off the clothes of her lower body before laying his mouth against her nether lips and flicking his tongue firmly against her. His hands roamed her thighs and her body as he relished her taste.

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[ Sneaking | Rory Callahan | Deck 01 ]

Slipping through the hallway, pausing here and there to listen, Rory made his way to one of the turbo lifts and hopped in with a pounding heart.  "Deck One," he said with more authority than he truly had but he was committed, and likely would be when this was all said and done.

He wasn't a hero like a lot of the people on board but he wasn't a scoundrel like Vasser and his lot either.  No, he was somewhere in between, just a civilian, and of course not nearly as smart as these people in uniforms ... which was why he was hoping this gambit would work.

Popping the top off of one of the bottles, he took a swig and swished it around so his breath would smell like he'd been drinking.  Spitting it out and then he pouring a little more out so it looked like half the bottle had been consumed, he took a few deep breaths and sent up an Irish prayer.

Please, jus' one or two Lord.  Tha's all I ask other'n keep Natalie safe.  That was all he had time for as the lift slowed and stopped, then the hissing sound of the doors opening set his heart racing yet again.  He was humming a jaunty Irish tune as the 'drunkard' stumbled out of the lift.

[ Aisha S'iti | Senior Officer's Quarters | Deck 02 ] Attn: Williams

Mummmm yes she gasped softly, feeling his lips move to hers.  Her tongue reached out eagerly to greet his kissing him as they lingered in this mouth to mouth embrace for a few longingly wonderful moments.  As much as she would love to continue this wonderful play she knew she had work to do.  as he moved down her body she lifted his shirt away tossing it to the side glad to now know hat his own com badge was well out of reach and her own badge was now primed only to receive.  No sounds from either of she would escape this room she thought to herself knowing what she would soon have to do. 

She recalled her training in CQB with other factions within the Maquis and recalled that she in particular had been given a bit more instruction than others due to certain characteristics that could aide her should she need to be sent on an espionage assignment.  Most importantly were her very in depths training in various forms of hand to hand combat in particular ways to render a foe unconscious or dead or with a concussion depending on where and how hard she hit.  Dim Mak she recalled the technique being called though from what she learned later whoever had called it that within the Maquis were clearly just fans of the old Wuxia films of 20th century Earth who decided that naming these pressure point attacks after the term for a so called touch of death was just part of the at times morbid sense of humor that was required to survive with ones sanity intact.  Such was life in the zone.

Within a few short moments he had seemingly disarmed her of any possibility of resistance as she moaned out in pleasure as he applied tongue to her sensitive body.  More importantly though he had became disarmed in a much more important way the phaser and holster as well as his and her own type 3s on the other side of the room.

She had only a few times practiced the strike that she was readying herself to deliver.  Once it had been fully successful resulting in the victim waking hours later with a throbbing headache and a mild concussion.  The other 3 times were of varying successes.  Twice the move had worked far too well and upon the blow the victim of the attack died.  The other time the persons head must have been a bit to hard because all she wound up with was someone much more angry whom she had t dispatch more traditionally and left her with a bit of a sore elbow.

HE had been savoring her womanly taste and as he did this she had  sat back up wrapping her hands around his head gently pulling him into her to coax his pleasurable kiss deeper.  Little did he know that as she used a hand to lift his chin up her elbow was coming down to deliver a sharp blow to his glabella.*  Unlike all the times before he was in quite possibly the perfect position for her to control exactly how hard she wanted to hit.

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*OOC: The glabella is located between the eyebrows, perhaps half-an-inch above the bridge of the nose. Heavy blows to the glabella damage the sinuses and frontal lobes, and cause concussion, unconsciousness, or death. http://skullanatomy.info/images/NFront%20pix/Glabella.jpg

The intent here is for the hit to render him unconscious for a decent length of time and leave him with a concussion sufficient enough that he will not be able to remember that she had been the one to attack him.

Cathreen Dawinter | USS Theurgy | Brig ] Attn: Miles

As her mind started coming back to her it was almost a relief to feel him near her with his scent flooding around her. As he gently loosened his grip on her attention would once more focus back on him as she rested in his grasp. The feeling of his tail and hands gently caressing her skin helped soothed the rage that was flooding through her mind. She could feel a little moisture touching her skin from his tears as a very small smile touched her lips seeing how much he truly was worried about her. "I never left I was just trapped somewhere," she whispered softly as she kept her eyes closed not wanting to see her world go back to what it had been. Still his comment about being around her. "I know your eager my pet," she whispered softly as she allowed herself to enjoy being near him like this. As he turned her around softly embracing her arms wrapped around his waist holding him closely. As he pulled away from the hug she slowly tried to open her eyes still only seeing the face she had seen before just as quickly she closed her eyes knowing that it wasn't him.

"No need to rush I know what is going on. I know about that bitch," she growled out as her hands softly moved touching his fur grounding it in her mind that it was still him. "It stuck my mind in the past. Before we came to this space. Its not fully over. When I look at you I still see...I see someone else," she whispered as she leaned up softly kissing the tip of his muzzle. "We need to get out of here. I can't trust my eyes right now that what I am seeing is what is really there so I am going to need your help," she whispered as she slowly leaned back as her eyes slowly opened seeing someone far different but in her mind she knew it was Miles. "I don't see you right now even though my mind knows its you," she whispered as her mind tried dealing with the fact at who she was seeing. "You're going to have to keep me grounded and be my eyes. Now how are we going to bust out of here and save the day?"

Miles Renard | USS Theurgy | Brig ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

He nodded listening to her not being able to help but give her neck a soft nip  It was interesting how eager he had been to accept her viewing him almost like a sub-servant in their play.  Perhaps it was a reflection of the few close physical bonds he had formed amongst his own people and how nearly all had been with females of a higher rank.  Still he understood their predicament perhaps more than any other given his earlier interrogation.  "I can't imagine what that must have been like."  he said.  I guess i should start with a briefing of our current situation then.  We are currently within the Theurgy's brig within the main security offices.  In the cell beside ours is Captain Ives and Comander Rez.  Based on things I have overheard when being shoved back into the cell with you Their cell is being operated on minimal life support.  I can imagine they are currently dealing with oxygen deprivation and possibly rising levels of CO2 and other gases poisonous to humanoid species.  Previous to being thrown back in here with you I was thoroughly interrogated regarding the whereabouts of the pilots who fled within their Valkyries.  I don't know if I am fortunate or unfortunate that I had given squadron command to one my flight group leaders.  Any contingencies I may have had were thrown out the window as he now had the command to institute his own leaving me as in the dark as our captors are.  Needless to say they didn't believe me when I said i didn't know where they went nor did they believe me when I finally broke by their methods enough to reveal just why I didn't know.  I wish I could say that I was made of stronger stuff but at some point the pain and repeated torment just blurred together and I started to gloat allowing them to know just how useless I really was as a source of information at this point."

"Guess this struck a nerve as it became the only opening I had."  he explained.  "They threatened you.  no they didn't threaten.  threat implies that they haven't decided what to do.  The showed me through experience their plans with you.  Or rather with your body."  He explained not wanting to admit out loud at the moment why his pants were torn open revealing his manhood and recently stretched anus hoping she should make the connection herself without being forced to explain the violation in detail. "Of course once you have fulfilled their personal uses for you they implied heavily they will execute you simply to get rid of a useless body.  I believe one of them did suggest instead of executing what they saw as a useless prisoner of her own mind that T'rena may wish to not execute but harvest your cells from you instead seeing you as a factory for medicine rather than as a person."  he explained before getting a cocky grin on his face.  more prepared to face the facts outloud revealing a sort of victory for himself through the violation.  "The Harbinger pilot Riptor explained something else to me in his...methods of attempting to break me."  He smirked.  "He did admit to being the cause of the mess I found in my office earlier today.  I kinda wish the asshole had decided to follow up the first attempts to make me submit with an attempt at silencing my taunting by trying to fill my mouth with something that would have been so easy to tear off with a quick bite and jerk of the head.  Teach that pervert that it isn't wise to offer a sausage to a wolf and not expect them to bite, chew, and swallow every inch of raw meat." he said in a sense revealing a certain depravity that their actions had unleashed within him.  He almost seemed to relish, no, literally,hungrily savor the idea of the morbid method of emasculation by partial cannibalism of the depraved human's source of such foolish pride.

[ Security Detail | Corridor | Deck 01 ] Attn: Searcher

Irritated that Williams had left to escort the Chief CONN Officer, and that his closest superior - Petty Officer Kyle Benson -  had dismissed him from the XO Ready Room, Mannington patrolled the entire length of the corridor on Deck 01. His thoughts were on the future, and the vision Captain T'Rena had shown them. He longed for the time when they'd extracted themselves from the reach of Starfleet, and hoped that the remaining resistance cells would be shown the vision as well before they could do any real damage. At least Commodore Vasser was safe on the bridge, with plenty of his comrades protecting him. He was, after all, the key to victory.

That was when the turbolift doors opened, and Mannington spun around. He raised his phaser rifle to take aim, eyes along the sights. He was perhaps fifteen feet away, and the shot would be fairly easy. He crouched down to minimise his own target area. If the resistance was coming, he was re-

Out stumbled the blonde singer, the one who had run the Thermal Springs Lounge back on Theta Eridani IV. Mannington could still remember the song from that first night on the planet, where the fallen had been commemorated. Yet based on the state of the man that now appeared before Mannington, recent events must have taken its toll. He was clearly drunk, unarmed, and completely lost. Why would he have asked the turbolift to go to uppermost deck of the ship?

"Hey!" he called, the sharp scowl over his blue eyes piercing the fool as he rose to his feet again. He remained where he stood, merely lowering his rifle to his hip. "What are you doing here? Remove yourself from this deck at once."

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[ Security Detail | Senior Officer Quarters | Deck 02 ] Attn: Aisha S'Iti

Oh, but how the Cardassian's nectar tasted sweet to Williams, and judging from the sounds she made, she seemed rather partial to his skills with the tongue too.

His hands roamed her inner thighs and even strayed so high as her breasts. She squirmed against him, and she seemed quite ready for him. She reached for his chin, and he thought she couldn't wait any longer, and frankly, neither could he. The touch was signal enough for him, so he pushed himself back on his feet with a grin... only to see the elbow coming at him.

The strike caught him over his teeth, and the world tumbled over backwards. He ended up on his back, or at least he thought so, but he knew he had his hands over his mouth - letting out a guttural cry. Part pain, part ire, part utter indignation. The Cardassian slut had tried to attack him? What the hell had just happened? Something was wrong with his mouth. Warm, wet and... he could feel a couple of teeth rolling around on his tongue.

With haste, he tried to get back on his feet with his uniform trousers caught around his thighs, even if his reactions were still sluggish from what his original intentions with the Cardassian had been. Now, his intentions were strictly to kill her!

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[ Rory Callahan | Sneaking/Security Detail | Corridor | Deck 01 ]

The tune faded off immediately as Rory stumbled and looked up in surprise, blinking and narrowing his eyes as if trying to make his eyes focus.  "WhattumIdoin'here?" he repeated the question and looked around, his own face scowling.  "Where was I goin'?" he muttered to himself and then looked at the bottles in his hands.  "Oh yeah!" he said with a grin.  "I'm th' entertainment.  Drink an'a song ye know."

He looked spaced out for a moment as he tipped the bottle to his lips for a quick 'sip' and then chuckled.  "I got one fer ye," he said as he staggered closer.  "There once was a whore from Kilkenny ... who charged two fooks fer a penny.  Fer half o' tha' sum, ye could bugger her bum.  An economy practiced ... by many," he recited a limerick and then started sniggering as he held out the bottle.

"Thirsty?  No' th' best stuff but don' burn too bad goin' down," he said then rubbed his shirt sleeve over the top with careful scrutiny.  "Jus' in case I slobbered," he added with big innocent yet drunk eyes.  Manning snorted in disgust and pushed the bottle out of his face and grabbed Rory by the shirt, making him stumble and drop the full bottle that thankfully didn't break.

"I said to get your ass off this deck," Manning menaced, jerking Rory back toward the turbolift doors.  It was the opening he hoped for and the clumsy drunk's fist suddenly plunged upward and caught Manning off guard.  His head snapped back and Rory flowed behind him, slipping an arm around his neck and clasped the wrist behind to keep him in the sleeper hold.

When Manning was out, Rory dragged him into the nearest room and into the bathroom where he used the box cutter to cut up the man's uniform into strips which he used to bind his ankles and hands, then arched him back to connect those binds so he wouldn't be able to move very far.  For good measure, he shoved a strip into the man's mouth to keep him quiet.

Standing outside of that bathroom and next to another set of doors he heard a commotion and they opened enough that he heard her voice ... Natalie's voice.  "I've seen better."  When he peeked around, his heart stopped when he saw the situation.  The man's back was to him but he knew what he was telling her to do and threatening the man tied up with her.

Rage washed over him like he'd never known before.  How dare this man force himself upon her!  Long legs carried him forward and the full bottle swept upward to crash against the phaser, knocking it out and away from the man's head while the other bottle followed quickly to crash against the man's head.  Sadly it wasn't hard enough to knock him out but that actually made Rory happy.

"Yer not deservin' o' her," Rory snarled as the man lunged for him.  Starfleet had taught him to fight but Rory had learned how to fight early on and not in the 'honorable' or 'take them out quick' ways.  Punches were thrown and both landed hard ones on each other but eventually Benson got the upper hand and after both fell over one of the chairs he was trying to crush Rory's throat.

Even as sparks started dancing in his vision, he managed to reach into his pocket and get the box cutter in his hand.  It was pure instinct now and Rory felt like he was in slow motion as his arm arced upward, the blade sinking deep into the man's neck just before time kicked back in and he felt the hot liquid splash across his face before the man fell off of him.

Rolling over on his stomach when he the weight was gone, he gasped for breath and when his vision cleared the man lay twitching, gurgling as blood pumped out of the wound but gradually stopped.  The realization of what he'd just done hit him like a ton of bricks, his skin not covered in blood showing ghostly white as he looked from the dead man to the box cutter and finally Natalie.

[ Aisha S'iti | Senior Officer's Quarters | Deck 02 ] Attn: Williams

"Shit!" she said to herself feeling her scaled elbow scrape over his teeth knowing she had missed the real mark.  Almost as immediately as she had missed she sprung to her feet from the table.  Taking advantage of his obvious disadvantage from being literally caught with his pants down she knew it would probably be for the best to end this quickly.  In an agile motion, sensing his anger towards her from the very look of seething rage in his eyes,  she sidestepped his charge his pants still half down and her own body nearly nude.  This time as he came in her elbow aimed lower and in a quick motion he felt the scales deliver a jab at his Adam's apple causing him to grab at his throat for breath.  She pivoted around him and pushed two claw like  fingernails deep into the flesh of his neck slipping into the soft area around the jaw bone and against the Cartoid sinus and her thumb into the sensitive area just below the ear where the vagus nerve lied.*

For a moment Williams screamed in pain feeling his chest seem to throb in pain but within a few seconds he was out cold.  As she looked at the body it took her only a few moments to decide his fate.  With a quick touch to find her mark she found the spot where she had applied pressure before and made a quick jab with her nails.  Her fingers didn't puncture the skin but it was obvious the damage that had been done as the skin began to discolor. A deep, bruising, blood blister formed where blood would be flowing to the brain.  She checked the other side of his neck. to verify her deadly work.  There was no pulse.

Aisha quickly gathered her clothes putting them on and grabbed all three phasers before shutting the door making sure the lock from the inside command was still active as it closed.  With any luck she and Williams wouldn't be missed for a while.  Either way and just in case, the door would at least be a bit of a hassle to open and until it was no one should suspect she is anywhere but in that room where her combadge lay discarded where she had let it fall in her false passion.

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OOC: The carotid sinus and vagus nerves. The carotid arteries carry blood to your brain. The vagus nerves regulate your heartbeat and breathing. They coincide at a point on the neck just below the angle of the jaw. Light blows to carotid sinus cause the victim to faint within five seconds, while heavy blows cause almost instantaneous brain death. All blows to the carotid sinus are dangerous due to a greatly increased risk of stroke following undiagnosed arterial wall disintegration.

Yes the principle of this is similar to that of the Vulcan nerve pinch in that both target nerve clusters.  IN the case of the Vulcan nerve pinch the target is the trapezius nerve bundle located more in the neck and shoulder region while this targets the both the carotid artery and the vagus nerve bundle.  The Vulcan nerve pinch s much less risky in terms of risk of death to the person it is preformed on but is harder to preform by non vulcans.  This would essentially be the next best alternative but unlike the nerve pinch can be deadly.

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]

Rage.

That was the only emotion that he was feeling at that moment after he'd been thrown into the Harbinger's brig after a pat on the head and being told that after the "Captain" was finished he'd see things in a much better light, if becoming a rapist and a murderer was "better light" then someone should just shoot him now.

Chris' hands flexed in time with every breath that he took as he remembered having his hands locked tightly around that braggart's throat as he regaled..REGALED..the others in the squadron about what he had done and the others simply asked questions about how it felt and why he wasted a perfectly good woman like that.

The familiar noise of the brig doors opening caught his attention and Chris curled up to make it appear that he was sleeping when he noticed Trujilo entering the room. Chris thought that he was coming over to drag him to see T'Rena but instead he stopped at the cell opposite of his which made him wonder what was going on.

Until Trujillo stated his intent.

Chris turned his head just enough so that he could make out the voices of the cell next to his which recognized that one of them was the Harbinger's CMO in Amelya Duv who he knew as one of his fellow officers but the other one sounded striking and andorian but he filed that away as he was more intent on listening to the new commander which made Chris start to flex his hands in rage once again but he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists so tightly he heard pops as he waited for Trujillo to leave.

Chris waited for a couple more minutes before he slowly sat up on the narrow bench in his cell and started to slowly tap on the wall where he heard Duv's voice and hoped that she heard it.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann, Husker

As Amelya laid out the objects that she had with her, she couldn't help but notice that the blue skin toned woman before her was observing her closely. Amelya was very much aware of the fact that she was nude under her lab coat and the emptying of pockets probably allowed Ida to see more of the Trill than she had meant to show. Yet this wasn't the time for dismayed thinking. Suddenly Ida reached out to her, her hands just grazing under her breast against her warm skin as she took the combadge off her. Amelya frowned and nodded silently before speaking softly "Yes, Phantom pinned it on me in my office, just before he transported me here into the brig... But I don't understand.. How will this help us?"

The plans of the security officer got laid out now and Amelya looked in awe now by the ingenuity of the Andorian. "So... We either blow a piece out of Trujillo's groin by detonating his phaser when he comes around... Or... Could we blow up a piece out of the brig wall? Or is the charge not strong enough for that?" Amelya asked in a whisper to Ida. Finally things were starting to look up for them and the doctor now had the fire back in her to escape and let these savage rapists show what she was made of. She smiled towards Ida and her eyes flickered with enthusiasm and fire while moments ago they only displayed pain, humiliation and despair.

While Amelya waited for Ida's plan to unfold she leaned against the brig wall that was closest to the cell of Husker. She was peering over Ida to check at the security guard posted by his panels, yet she heard something. She frowned a bit and looked around in her cell before she tried to isolate the sound. "Do you hear this?" she asked Ida "Some knocking... As if someone trying to communicate with us." She moved her head slowly to figure out it came from the wall next to them and she leaned in to the wall, her labcoat revealing a bit more flesh to Ida while she tapped back against the wall in response for Husker.

[Simon Tovarek | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 ] Attn: Benson, Stark, Rory

The smack that Benson had delivered to Stark was weak and Simon realized the guy had probably more dirtier plans for the voluptuous lieutenant commander behind him. He could hear his 'proposition' towards Natalie and in all honesty it made Simon feel disgusted by the man. Yet the remark of Stark did make Simon chuckle "I bet anyone's cock would outclass you Benson... You know what they say about big guns and compensation." Simon sneered towards the security officer, hoping he would turn his attention back to him instead of Stark, yet it seemed like the man had his plans set. Simon could feel Natalie's head being pushed back now against his as he also heard the phaser being pulled out. Yet before he could say anything more, he felt the muzzle of the phaser against his temples.

Enough of the provocative talking Simon thought to himself as he swallowed and heard the setting of the gun being set to highest. He didn't say a word anymore and realized that his fate would now lay in the hands of Natalie Stark. He could try various simulations in his head to see how his success would be in case he put up a big mouth or if he tried to resist or fight back. Yet they all resulted in the same outcome. Being tied up like a puppet on a string would only leave a gaping hole in his head. Something Simon would rather not have...

Yet out of nothing came the rescue it seemed as the phaser that was held against his head suddenly got smashed away what Simon believed to be a bottle. It was a crude mechanic and some would even say primitive, yet it proved efficient. Simon tried to get a look on the savior yet couldn't get quite a good look on him as Natalie obstructed his line of sight as they were tied back to back. All he could hear was the rage in the man's voice and thuds and punches being whipped around. Eventually he heard the thud and the far to familiar gargling noise of liquids entering a trachea. He could only hope the right man had been downed and he looked over at the phaser that laid there just in reach of his feet, instantly trying to shove it closer to him.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv & Husker

Ida was trying to remember the differences between the holding cell mechanics of starships commissioned a decade ago compared to the recent Theurgy-class ship that she was more familiar with. Since she had served upon the USS Nacre before the Theurgy, there had been several upgrades to acquaint herself with after the transfer, but it was hardly like she could remember every little detail of what hid behind the bulkheads around them. She was not even sure the Akira-class ship had been commissioned anywhere near in time to when the Nacre had left dry dock for the first time.

Duv had asked her a question so she answered without looking up. She did not need the distraction of seeing the Trill, but she could at least focus her thoughts by speaking. "The charge in the combadge is not exactly explosive, at least not unless we create the right conditions for it. The damage to people is considerable because of the electric charge of its power cell... but it won't blow a hole in the wall. But it might just..." Ida's mumbled whisper trailed off in thought. At least the Trill seemed to have snapped out of it and wanted to help.

No more had she come to the conclusion that the plasma relay she was looking for might be anywhere along the deck plates at the front of the cell when Duv said something else, and that was when she heard it too. She looked up and frowned, glancing between the the Brig Officer and the wall where the sound was coming from. She did not want to step away from the disassembled combadge and make the Pinkskin see it, so she removed her dirty undershirt and dropped it on top of the combadge before rising to her feet. The black tank top she wore had the same colour as her uniform trousers, and if they were to get out and use the shadows for cover, then she'd have to toss the brightly coloured undershirt regardless.

With the badge hidden, she stepped up to the wall next to Duv, laying the side of her head against the metallic surface. Her antennae were hooked in concentration. The Brig Officer glanced up, and Ida turned towards Duv unhurriedly, pretending to talk in private to the barely covered Trill instead of listening to the prisoner next to them. "They must have heard the same thing we heard from Trujillo," she whispered to Duv, standing face to face with her, "but they don't want to draw attention either. Therefore, I reckon they want out just as much as we do, and want to help. And... and I think they can."

She turned around, pacing, and she tapped her knuckle against the wall a couple of times until she stood at the front of the cell, as if contemplating something. She hoped the sounds she had made at least drew one of the people next to them, following the sound to the front of the cell. She waited, and then whispered just high enough for their neighbour to hear.

"I need the Pinkskin distracted. Can you draw his eye and company for a while?" She did not wait for a reply, instead walking back to Duv behind her - trying to keep her eyes from wandering.

Hopefully, they had been heard...

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


"I need the Pinkskin distracted. Can you draw his eye and company for a while?" the voice from the cell next to him asked him to do and a plan slowly started to form in his head before he moved to the center of his cell and said "Hey, Deion. Hey, come here for a second."

Zaynor Deion looked up from his station in the brig and looked at the pilot. "What do you want, Husker?" he asked.

"I got a question for you and I really don't want to shout it across the brig." Husker stated.

Deion let out an annoyed noise before he got out of his seat and walked over to Husker's cell as the pilot moved to the other end of the cell, further away from the one that held Amelya and her co-hort. "So what is it that you wanted to ask me?"

Husker let the best smirk cross his face under the circumstances come up on his face. "I heard Doctor Duv in the cell next to me but I also heard something really hot and andorian. What can you tell me about her cellmate?"

Deion's face got a little bit of a twist to it, "I wish that you could see her cellmate, Husker. She's one of the Theurgy's people and she's hot even for an andorian..I didn't know you had a thing for the blue skins, hopefully you'll get a shot at her after the Captain is done with her but I don't think it's likely since he's got big plans from the sounds of it."

Husker kept the smile on his face while inside all he wanted to do was put Deion out of commission. He knew the fellow junior officer and sometimes played poker with him and the other juniors below decks during the downtime over the course of the past couple of months since the Harbinger went on the run and while he'd feel bad about assaulting him, the gleam in Deion's eyes showed that he wasn't thinking right.

"Hey, lemme ask you another question..it might help you get out of owing me for that last game you lost." Husker added in conspiratol tone.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann, Husker

Amelya looked at Ida as she took her undershirt off and used to to cover up the combadge. She was curious what the security officer would do with the badge once she figured out what she exactly had to do with it. Yet now her eyes were focused on the trained body of Ida. She knew what she had to know about Andorian anatomy and physical profiles to do her work, yet she hadn't seen so many Andorians throughout her career. Yet it seemed to be no surprise that Ida kept her body in fit shape and the results of that were a beauty to the eye. Amelya followed her with her eyes while she stayed seated on the bench, listening to the plan she tried to convey to the persons in the cell next to them.

Amelya listened carefully to what the person besides them had to say to the brig officer. She wondered who it was and why he had been placed in the holding cells. Did he disagree with the plans as they were or was he perhaps sentenced here for a more horrid crime? Amelya tapped Ida on the back and whispered just loud enough so only she could hear "How do you know we can trust them?" She looked Ida in the eyes now and felt a shiver go over her spine when they spoke of Ida and when it seemed like the criminal besides them wanted to strike a bargain with the officer.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv & Husker

It did not take long for their neighbour to act on the incentive given to him, and Ida was granted a name. The Brig Officer had called the other prisoner 'Husker', and it was clear that the named man's subsequent request was in line with what Ida had asked for. So as soon as the guard stepped out of sight, Ida dove down to the combadge and resumed her tinkering - keeping the undershirt close at hand in case she had to conceal her efforts again.

While she worked, rifling through the other content that Amelya had spilled upon the floor from the pockets of her lab coat, Ida vaguely heard what was being said between Husker and the Brig Officer. Momentarily distracted by the words, Ida quickly decided that the interest in her was fabricated for the benefit of the plan. When Husker spoke of letting the guard off on a previous debt, Ida overheard Deion's reply.

"Sure, if one more question can settle that, then ask away. It's not like we are otherwise preoccupied, right? If it is about the vision, however, it's better to wait for the Winter Queen. She will show you the future and answer any questions you have in that regard."

Ida's train of thought was interrupted by Amelya tapping her on the back and asking if they really could trust the neighbour, regardless how many there were in that cell. "I don't know," Ida whispered back, trying to pick apart the hypospray, "but the guard is no longer watching us, is he? Let's not waste the opportunity..."

Finally, she got the damnable thing open, and she gutted it as best as she might with fingertips that had gotten sore from prying on the casing. She was careful not to make too much noise even if the guard spoke with Husker, but in the end, she had an empty tube that she meant to use as a conductive filament. Next, she'd have to locate the power source for the force fields, or somewhere close enough for the power surge to make the emitters stutter and overload. Ida thought she knew the location underneath the deck plates, but she'd still have to press the badge and its power cell against the filament to cause the energy surge. She worked as quickly as she could, and after grinding the casing into the crack between two deck plates, she snatched up her yellow undershirt and held the combadge with it.

"Stand back," said Ida, not about to waste another second. The conversation in the other cell had worn on, but how long would Husker manage to keep it going? They'd still have to overpower the guard outside, but with some luck, they would get some help from Husker with that as well. So, with a firm grip on the shirt and the badge and with her other hand shielding her face from what was to come... Ida pressed the sarium krellide cell against the filament.

The folded shirt protected her. The power surge shot down into the deck, the plasma relay's protests heard, and the forcefield before Ida flickered on and off for a couple of seconds before it vanished... along with the forcefields of the other cells. There was no time to waste on celebrations. No joy in having been correct about the placement of the relay under the deck. No, Ida stepped out of the holding cell as soon as the blinking field ceased, about to close the distance to the guard and take him out before he got his wits about him.

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


Inwardly Chris wondered why Deion would refer to T'Rena as the "Winter Queen" with such reverence for the vulcan first officer and he raised an eyebrow at that but before he could ask anything-he felt the familiar disturbance of the power to the force fields shifting off.

Deion also noticed this as he shifted his footing to turn and face the other cells on the block, his left hand going for the phaser holstered on his right hip and quickly brought the weapon up online with something that Chris couldn't see at that moment.

"Wha.." was the only thing that Deion was able to get out before Chris quickly lashed out and locked on an Andorian Vershaan hold that was a cross between a joint lock and a nerve hold on the arm that held the phaser which after applying just enough pressure, drove the younger man down ot the deck where he then followed up by quickly grapevining his right leg around the arm as well which made Deion dropped the phaser from his nerveless fingers.

"I'm sorry about this, Deion." the Asgardian said tensely before yanking just enough to separate Deion's arm from it's shoulder socket before driving his right knee down into Deion's left temple, knocking him out very quickly before Chris reached down and yanked the fallen officer's comm-badge off of his uniform jacket and tossing it back into the far end of the cell that he had just left.

Normally in this kind of situation, Chris would've gone for the phaser but instead he moved away from it as he looked over at the Andorian Zhen that stepped out of the cell next to his, he actually felt his breath catch for just a moment before he quickly shifted gears back. "Ma'am, can you or Doctor Duv please explain to me what is going on here and why does it feel like I'm stuck in a really shitty holo novel?" he asked.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv & Husker

After stepping out, Ida laid eyes upon their enigmatic ally, and saw the last techniques he had utilised to neutralise the Brig Officer. Antennae angled forward, she assessed the Pinkskin once he faced her, and having seen what he did, she could not help wondering if he had schooling in Andorian martial arts given the close resemblance to the school of Vershaan. He was dressed in a white-collared Tactical Conn uniform, and since Ida knew the faces of the Lone Wolves, she quickly established that he had to belong to the Dor'GhItlh Squardon.

As to the question, which further strengthened Ida's idea that the Pinkskin truly did not know what to think about the madness that seemed to evolve around them, Ida answered while she walked over to the hand phaser - deftly scooping it up from the floor and checking its power cell. The fighter pilot had likely heard Trujillo saying that T'Rena and Vasser had performed a hostile take-over on the Theurgy, leaving Trujillo as the CO of the Harbinger, so Ida gave both the pilot and Doctor Duv her theory.

"The shelat shaysha spoke of T'Rena showing them all a vision," she said with a locked jaw, calling Trujillo a feces-covered insect not unlike the beetles of Terra, "and being that the Vulcan Commander was a Master Acolyte at the Temple of Kolinahr before she joined Starfleet, it is not unlikely that she has performed mind-melds upon them - twisting them to her cause. Her warped logic must have decided for her that it'd be better to flee than to fight, and she convinced Captain Vasser the same thing. They now wish to leave rather than challenge Starfleet Command - abandoning the mission to restore the fleet to proper leadership. No longer wanting to purge the Federation from the vermin that has infiltrated our ranks."

Ida presented the handle of the phaser to the fighter pilot, locking eyes with him across the proffered weapon. "I'm Lieutenant zh'Wann, the Theurgy's Deputy until I came here. I was supposed to be your Chief of Security... but I have no such desire now. You can either stay here and protect yourself... or you can come with us. Duv and I could your help, for we mean to get back to the Theurgy and set things right."

She paused, hoping that the man would see things in proper light. "So what say you, pilot? How would you like taking the helm of this old warship and ram it up the collective arse of your old officers?"

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


Chris listen to what the Zhen said and then nodded, "I'm with you, lieutenant zh'Wann. But if the corruption is as bad as I've seen over the last few days, we might not be able to fix this easily." he said, his tone changing to a slightly bitter one as he recalled Riptor's gloating. "I can promise you that I fully intend to do more than ram this ship up the collective asses of my former shipmates but if we come across Riptor, I may present his hide to your captain as a new seat cover."

The Asgardian shook his head for a second to collect himself. "Sorry, I'm Ensign Christopher Slayton, most people call me Husker because that's my callsign." he said with a respectable nod before looking over at the doctor.

"Is everything okay with you, Doctor, and what is the next step?"

[Edena Rez - Jona in control]

Jien was right that there were still internal sensors that couldn't be fooled, and yet Jona didn't seem bothered by that fact.  He was always a manipulator, something that disgusted Ives about the man when he knew him, but one didn't get to be a manipulator without knowing how to get in people's heads, how to understand how they thought.  "How many security officers do you know would check the sensors before a visual confirmation?"  An Engineer always took a look at the warp core before they began a diagnostic, a shuttle pilot trusted his eyes before the sensors, and a security officer would lower a force field and look inside the cell for signs of foul play before he checked for life signs, and he would do it without raising an intruder alert, simply because he would not take the blame for an escape unless he had no choice but to call it in.

"You're asking the wrong person that question, Ives.  I was an SI officer through and through.  isn't the reason you left it behind because we were all too paranoid and distrusting?  I'd probably accuse half your crew of foul play, and I actually called for Edena to do full checks and interrogations on everyone.  She thought it was going too far, especially with my aggressive methods.  Wish she had listened to me now?"  Jien was in a difficult situation.  Too many times his crew had been compromised, by traitors or by outside forces.  He might have hated it, but he needed to be harder, less trusting, or there would be nothing left.  "You have a responsibility to this crew, and that means keeping them safe, even from themselves.  I don't argue you need to keep running a tight ship.  What you need to do is think outside the box from now on.  You go after people who know how Starfleet operate but will break rules, and they'll know everything they need to do to you to win."


[Nathaniel Isley]

Like every situation they ever found themselves in, things only got worse.  Rawley was out, creatures native to the planetoid were closing in, and Ravon wanted to leave her for dead.  The odds were against them, but he wasn't quitting.  Looking down at the fogged up visor of Rawley's environmental suit, he knew she was still breathing.  beyond, he didn't know her condition, but what did it matter?  As long as she was alive, that was what was important.  "We don't need to drag her.  Half-Vulcan, remember?  I'll carry her."  Hoisting her up onto his shoulder, Nathan thrust his arm into the snow, feeling around beneath where she had been laying, pulling out the rifle that had been in her hands.  He pushed it toward Thomas, a hard look in his eyes.

"You wanna call her a bitch for not trusting you, Razor?  You only get to do that if you prove her wrong!  Now, you gonna lay down cover fire while the three of us get back to our Valkyries together?  Cause I ain't losing anyone to this fucking place, not after all the shit we've survived!  We're too damn good for this ice ball!"

[ Captain Jien Ives | Brig | Holding Cell A | Deck 07 ] Attn: Edena (Jona Rez)

Sweat dripping from his brow, Jien sucked deep breaths through his nostrils to keep his mind clear. He turned his oaken eyes towards Jona when he argued how the Brig Officers would react to him vanishing from the holding cell. Perhaps he had a point. There was a chance that they would come investigate, standing outside the forcefield. But would they check the diagnostics before lowering the field? A gamble, yet Jona seemed to think it was plausible. The Lieutenant Commander did have a point in that they would not sound the intruder alert unless they were sure he was gone, and especially not when people like T'Rena and Vasser were in command of the Theurgy.

Yet in regard to Jien's question of who were in on the mutiny, Jona resorted to his common arrogance - even going so far as to say he could have prevented it form happening if Edena Rez had not been the main host of the Trill's body. Typical, that he would undermine her authority to further his own importance. Even if it was true, that he had made such a recommendation to Edena and she hadn't listened, Jien knew he would have done the same thing if Jona had proposed his usual methods to her. If he had just shown some bloody restraint and not suggested those methods, Edena might have listened, and she could have made a better call. Would it have made a difference? Uncertain, yet it made Jien wroth with Jona; because of his lack of scruples, how he never knew moderation when it was needed; and even more so when he kept advocating his methods. The lack of atmosphere getting to him, he pushed away and closed the distance to Edena - facing her squarely and looking into the eyes of his old mentor with eyes cast in bitter certitude.

"You are damn right I have a responsibility to this crew," he grated with a locked jaw, "but I have a mission that requires their loyalty - and while I failed to reach the crew of the Harbinger, and lost some of my own people to Captain Vasser's bloody notion that the entire Galaxy should be left behind to rot from inside - I still cannot fail the very ideals we mean to preserve!" Jien's eyes were blood-shot from the throbbing headache he felt, and he'd had quite enough of Jona. He stepped closer, backed him and his host body up against the wall as his words disintegrated from his lips. "I was a fool to let Vasser convince me to make the phasing cloak and and break the Treaty of Algeron! As it turned out, we had no use for the cloak since Carrigan Trent disabled Sankolov's fleet, and the Calamity can likely see right through it anyway. So, I have yet to see merit in abandoning the ideals of Starfleet and resorting to twisted schemes and ruthless methods. If I could, I would yank you out of that body and throw you Vasser and his ilk, because I am sure the two of you would get along quite well."

While Jien had not laid a hand on Edena, not even touched her, he was right in her face - their sodden chests almost touching. In the wake of his tirade, he was breathing hard to compensate for the cost of air. Shadows danced in his peripheral vision, and he had to put a hand on the wall next to Edena's head, lest he'd faint. He blinked hard, voice dropping again so that he'd not been overheard. "Now, would you be so bloody kind and crawl back under the rock from whence you came... so that I can have a word with my First Officer? In fact, I'd settle for anyone else than you, for I want to hear their plan when it is not twisted by your split tongue. How can we make sure they lower the field?"

[Natalie Stark | USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 | 1305 hrs. ] Attn: Benson, Tovarek, Callahan

The blow, well, she knew it was coming but that didn't stop the pain. The sudden impact, more from the back of her skull hitting Tovarek than the emitter in her eye socket, hurt and had her seeing stars for a second. A second that resolved itself into a whirl of fear. The emitter was cold to the touch. She knew it had fired not all that long ago - well, perhaps long, depending on how much time had passed since they were both shot down on the bridge. Regardless, it was cool to the touch, not a hint of the fury it could unleash. Something like that should burn the skin she thought bitterly.

She opened her mouth to tell him where to go. She'd been through this bullshit enough. Natalie was sick and tired of everything with a dick thinking it could just have its way with her. Lucan Nicander hadn't been like that. Rory Callahan certainly hadn't. But too many other things had thought her body (and more so her mind) where their private play things. A snarl built up in her throat, but died a cold, sudden death when P.O. Benson turned the phaser on Simon.

"I will burn a hole in his head," he breathed to her, baring his straight teeth, "just large enough to fuck before your eyes."

Suddenly it wasn't about her dignity any more. It wasn't about her life. It was about a subordinates. Cold, clammy fear clenched her gut, turned her stomach into a lump of ice. "You're a bastard." She told Benson, bluntly, eyes burning in cold fury as she looked up at him. With hands bound, and Lt. Tovarek's life forfeit if she failed to comply, Natalie had no choice. Her full lips parted, and her tongue darted out. Unlike the previous night, when she'd licked and tasted Rory, sweet Rory, this time, her face contorted into a look of disgust.

She lapped at him, in little flicks of her tongue, so she wouldn't have to taste as much. Just darting here and there, making her way up his curved shaft. A wave of revulsion wracked her body, and she nearly choked on bile that rose up. How she managed to keep it down, well, that was a mystery to her. She couldn't see anything but the cock in front of her, and the mans torso. It blocked her vision. She felt his arm give a little jerk, pressing that phaser harder against Simon. Insistent. She knew what he wanted and she hated to do it, but she parted her lips and slid them over his filthy cockhead. Her eyes burned darker, the hate building, as she sucked him in, slowly.

A bitter snarl bubbled in her throat - maybe he'd take it as a moan of pleasure. Sick bastard. She didn't care. For one glorious moment she contemplated biting down and tearing the offending member from his body. It was a vicious thought that the Natalie of a month ago would never have contemplated. But things had changed. The only reason she slid more of his cock into her mouth instead of rendering it a bloody mess was the fear that the pain might cause the bastard to depress the firing stud and burn a large chunk of Simon Tovarek's head from the rest of his body. To her shame, because she couldn't even use her hands to get the angle better, drool began to dribble down her lips.

It felt like forever - but it had hardly even been a minute - when thundering footsteps rang across the room and suddenly Kyle Benson's cock was ripped from her mouth with an absurdly loud pop. She gasped for air and looked up, hearing, more than seeing bottles crashing about. It was that voice - Oh God, his voice - that made her eyes go wide. Rory! She thought the name, then coughed it out, before shouting it. How was he here? If she'd only held out for another minute!

Even those self depreciating thoughts were washed away as the two men tumbled across the room. She struggled against the bonds holding her and Simon, she tried, she strained, to get closer, to help, to do anything other then watch, snarling in anger and fear. But she and the LT were tied down tightly, and all she managed to do was squirm in place as Benson began to choke her lover. She saw Rory buck under the P.O. and a new wave of fear swept her. Please God no, she begged. She could deal with the shame of what happened but right then she found out very, very abruptly that she could not forgive herself if Rory got killed over her.

Someone, or something, seemed to be listening. She saw the bartenders arm dart out, saw a flash of something catching the light, and then there was a shocking spray of red. Benson's body arched and tumbled to the side, arterial flow dousing Rory, the desk, and the corner of the office. It slid down the wall, and Natalie flinched at the sudden violence of it all. She closed her mouth, started to swallow, and nearly gagged, still tasting the now very dead Petty Officers cock on her tongue. But it didn't matter. Rory was soaked in blood, but it wasn't his own. He was pale, so pale, under the livid red coating him. "Rory..." she whispered, looking up at him, forgetting, for a moment, that Lt. Tovarek was bound behind her, a quiet witness to the savagery of the moment.

[ Aisha S'iti | Corridor (turbolift to XO Ready Room  | Deck 01 ] Attn: Stark, Callahan, Tovarek

The turbolift door opened and the Cardassian stepped out. Slung over her right shoulder was a type three phaser rifle and at her hip was her type 2 sidearm.  In her arm rested the type two she feared she would be having to use within seconds as she made her way to the bend in the corridor.  She put her back to the wall and peeked out for a moment  setting her weapon to stun hoping to catch the guard not able to identify her but knowing once fired she would have to move quick to spring Stark and Tovarek.  Looking out she saw...Nothing.

'Odd,'  she thought having expected to see the guard outside the XO's office where the prisoners were being held.  Still she couldn't help but seem a bit perplexed as she began to approach the office She began to hear the sounds of a scuffle Not knowing what was happening but knowing she might be the last thing that could prevent another death on her watch.  She put her back to the door and it opened.  She spun around Pointing the type three phaser Into the room trying to seek out the security officer whom she would have to incapacitate quickly.  Instead of an officer she saw the end of what appeared a sexual assault of Stark ending and a short lived fight ending ended the assault.  All she saw end it was a flash of thin metal come out of a pocket then into the security officer splashing the one physically ending the assault with blood.  The dirty mop of hair and the bottle made the identity almost too easy to guess.  "Barkeep?"  she spoke the rifle still in her hands.

She couldn't believe what she had stumbled on.  Someone else had came up with a plan to spring the two.  'Damn' she thought, now she had to come up with an alternate plan to cover her own tracks.  What she didn't realize though was how easily the three could assume that she was not there to aid their escape but to hinder it and the way she held the type three in her hands only could add to that suspicion.

[ Security Detail | Bridge | Deck 01 ] Attn: IronFerrox, Searcher & Nolan

Posted in the Theurgy's Main Bridge, Crewman Carla Roberts guarded the exit to the XO's Ready Room. Her large eyes, the color of charcoal, moved minutely as she observed the room and her many colleagues around the room. Commodore Vasser sat in the Captain's Chair, and everything was quiet. Quite bored, she took a deep breath and ran a hand through her wavy, black hair - quite aware that the gesture might draw the eye of the men in the room. She might have been short and had a lean build, but that did not make her any less able to bear children for the new mission. She was imagining how it would be like, not having to live on a ship and fearing for one's life all the time... when she heard some commotion from the door she was posted to guard.

Frowning, she glanced toward the sliding doors and wondered what was going on. The two prisoners were well guarded, so unless they'd had help, there was no way they had been able to escape. In the end, thinking she heard new voices too, Carla shifted her grip on her Type III assault rife and stepped towards the door. She had no idea what to expect, but as she stepped through and entered Commander Rez' Ready Room. The lights were dimmer than on the bridge, so she blinked and tried to make out the scene while she walked...

...and as she soon discerned the aftermath - she powered up  her rifle and hastily tried to take aim against the bloodied one with the blonde hair. She saw that the Chief CONN Offficer was there too, and there was no telling what kind of role she had in what had happened to Crewman Benson. Changing her priorities, she tapped her combadge. "Security to-"

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OOC: Just a quick post where IronFerrox posts next in the Natalie, Simon and Rory scene.

[ Aisha S'iti | XO Ready Room  | Deck 01 ] Attn: Stark, Callahan, Tovarek

Before she could say more Aisha lined up her rifle and Fired a high stun directly into the Crewman Roberts's center mass.  The concussive force of the blast knocking her off her feet and back behind the door.  Quickly she took aim at the door panel and blasted it before Taking out the Type 2 phaser and putting it at a high kill setting and sending line of energy down the seam of the door as it shut quickly semi welding it shut.  "Shit! change of my plans. Rory,  think fast and catch!" she said  throwing the type three in her arms to him before sending a phaser shot to the door panel where she came in and another line to the far door sealing it as well.  Finally she cut the rope suspending the two with the phaser and looked over at Rory, "  Make good use of that damn cutter and get rid of their bindings, and get behind me!" she said forcefully, "Deck one just got too hot for me."  she added scooping up the type 2 that had belonged to the would be rapist. 

Now holding Two Type two phasers one in each hand and a type three slung behind her back.   She immediately headed to the XO Study knowing that Security would likely be heading for them.  As she recalled there were 4 other security officers on the bridge, One within the armory and three left on the bridge.  Undoubtedly there was a security detail immediately catching a turbolift to the bridge and one probably heading for the deck 1 corridor turbolift as well.  knowing the layout of the deck she knew that the security team on the bridge could attempt to head them off on both sides and knew the closest shortcut to the turbolift would be if they headed through the captains office and headed them off right at the turbolift. 

Knowing this it was imperative that her next objective would be attempting to seal off that particular door like she had done to the two in this room  then quickly get access to the Jeffry's tube on either side of the turbolift and head down a few decks as quickly as possible and try and exit somewhere below deck 2.  With this in mind she adjusted the recently taken phaser to a higher stun setting and Readied herself to make her move knowing she woudl need to use the stun phaser on any security she could encounter and the other to disable and semi-weld the doors shut behind her.

[ Simon Tovarek | XO Ready Room  | Deck 01 ] Attn: Stark, Callahan, Aisha S'iti

While hearing Natalie whisper at first and eventually calling out the barkeeper his name, Simon noticed the door open once more. He laid his eyes onto the green skinned CONN officer and he saw the rifle in her hands. She seemed however surprised to see Benson down and Rory covered in blood. At this point though, Simon wasn't aware of the blood smeared Rory as his line of sight was obstructed. "Uh... I think we might have a problem..." Simon mumbled to Natalie as he kept his eyes pinned on Aisha. For all intents and purposes she was just one of the new mutineers trying to take over their ship, if that hadn't happened entirely already.

Yet before anyone else could answer Simon heard another door open and he could hear what the woman apparently said through her combadge. Yet to his own surprise the CONN officer opened fire and move out of sight, moving quickly now. Everything seemed to go into a faster pace of actions now and Simon suddenly felt the rope that was holding them up loose it's strength. He let out a relieved sigh as his muscles started to relax a bit and he looked at his chained hands while he could hear Aisha deal out orders to Rory. "Rory, get me out quick, I can stand guard or weld while you free Natalie." He said loud enough for the barkeep to hear.

Even now the situation became transparent to Simon. They had to move quick or they would end up dead or captured once more and he wasn't prepared to face either odds once again. He looked up at Aisha now and asked while waiting for Rory "You, why did you have a change of heart? Not feeling ready to turn into a baby booming factory yet?" he asked her and his eyes were trained on her. He wondered if she even had a plan doctored out to get them out of here, yet Simon was confident that the woman knew what she was doing. Than again, perhaps this might be a trap yet, time was of the essence. They had to move, now.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Husker

Amelya waited for the plan to unfold before her and she covered her eyes when the relays started to overload, knowing that Ida her plan had worked perfectly. She didn't make her exit as quickly as she did though as she waited for Ida to go first and he grabbed her inoculator with her just in case. While Ida give Husker the explanation of what was presumably going on and Amelya remained silent and eventually made her way out of the cell, she looked left and right before she turned herself towards Husker. Her eyes went over him and her mind tried to match the face with the records she had on him from back at the medical suite.

As she had made her exit out of the cell, she tried to keep her lab coat as tightly around her as she could. Yet the air seemed a bit cooler out in the brig and she could feel the cold air sneak between the openings of her clothing. Even though she tried to conceal as much of her body as she could, she couldn't help but show Husker some flesh, yet the most intimate parts were covered up. She looked at Ida while she gave him the phaser and she bit her lower lip slightly before she heard Husker speak up and address her. Her eyes darted over to his and she nodded slowly with a faint smile "I'll make it. Lets keep it at that. What about you pilot, are you alright?" she answered him and shuddered a bit "If we do head over to the bridge, we'll have to be careful though. No doubt people will be on the lookout."

[ Thomas Razor Ravon |Uncharted Planetoid ] Attn: Nathaniel Isley & Evelyn Rawley & unknown assailants

"I already proved her wrong more than once Mav..." he answered to Isley as he grabbed the rifle that was handed to him. With a quick touch he powered up the rifle to kill settings and started to blast away at the closing creatures that tried to have them as a snack. "Get some!" He shouted while he aimed down the sights for more precise fire. The red glow of the fire lighting up against his flight suit as he looked back now and again to cover Maverick while he carried Rawley back.

"How far till we reach the birds Nathaniel?" he shouted over comms while he continued a continuous barrage of phaser fire down onto the creatures that tried to creep closer. The cold was starting to bite through the suit bit by bit or so Thomas believed. Yet he fought off like a mad man trying to protect his prized possessions with furious anger. Somewhere deep down inside Razor, he wondered how Rawley was doing. Was she still alive, would she die on this rock? Yet his mind also took him back to the hangar, where he shot Nightmare with a precise shot. He knew that the shot itself wouldn't have killed her at the stun setting, yet maybe the drop did? Or the crew members that found her during the aftermath? Yet this was no time to dwell on these matters as these ugly creatures kept snapping and venturing closer.

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


Chris nodded in agreement to the doctor's question. "I'm fine, Doctor Duv. Just angry about what's going down, we're supposed to be better then what the Winter Queen is pulling." he answered bitterly but then he shook his head. "I'm sorry, it's not your fault and I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm mad at the two of you."

Chris then looked at the offered weapon and then held up a finger in a "hold that thought" motion before he went back into his now former cell and searched Deion for something before pulling out his replicator ration card and heading over to the replicator and inputted a couple of commands using the card and then withdrew the items which he then brought over to Duv.

The items in question was a clean uniform.

"I hope this helps, Doctor Duv. I'm sorry if I did something to offend you also, ma'am." he added respectfully, looking her in the eyes before gently placing the fresh uniform on the desk and then taking the prooffered phaser from Ida and then checking it's charge.

"I'll keep an eye out, lieutenant. Let me know when we're ready to move." he offered before moving to keep an eye on the door without being obvious.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Husker

A faint smile appeared on Amelya's lips when she saw the pilot ventilate his anger and afterwards heard him apologize. "It's okay Husker, it's not like you can help it." She answered him kindly. When Chris however walked back to the cell, Amelya looked over at Ida with a frown and eventually here eyes widened a bit and her lips brought out a soft "Oh..." She walked forward to accept the package and her fingers raked over the soft fabric of the uniform before she looked up at Chris. Accepting the items from him, her lab coat slid open, allowing him a precious sight which most men aboard the harbinger would apparently kill for.

"I'll be right back." Amelya whispered and hurried herself back to the cell she shared with Ida and took her lab coat off. She stood with her bare back towards the two others in case they would peek and she hurried to get the uniform on. She listened carefully to what the other two would be discussing in the hallway of the cells. Once she got dressed she made her hair look a bit more decent before she'd come out to meet Ida and Husker once again

Attn: IornFoxx

A small soft sigh of contentment spilled out feeling the soft nip on her neck knowing now who it truly was. Even if her eyes where lying to her she knew who he was and what he meant to her. Even if her eyes where lying to her, she knew who it was. Her head lowered as she nuzzled against his chest as he started talking and she worked on focusing on the sound of his voice above all else. Even if their current situation and that of Captain Ives and Commander Rez was not good she would remain curled up against him. She knew that they where going to have do something about the captives that where slowly languishing away near them. Her cheek nuzzled softly against his chest as he spoke of what he had went through when he had been interrogated. As he spoke of their plans for her and probably any other of her kind that would come across their path. She wasn't surprised with their plans to harvest her peoples natural healing ability. "I am not surprised that is what they want from me. That is why my people hide and why more then likely they will remain hidden. Safe from those would use us in such a way. If it takes my life I will keep them safe," she whispered as one of her hands softly moved to his tail as she lightly played with the soft fur. She could only just imagine what he had gone through with his violation. As he spoke of castration and cannibalism she would slowly lean back looking up at him with a questioning look still not seeing him with her eyes. Finally a small smile would cross her lips as she looked up at him. "Down boy," she finally whispered before she leaned in softly nipping his chest. "Do you have any plans on how we are going to get out of here or do you just plan on spending the time working out your frustration?" she asked him as she smiled softly.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv & Husker

It seemed that while Husker made promises towards sharing Ida's and Duv's goal to leave the ship and support Captain Ives aboard the Theurgy, the pilot was too wound up to accept the phaser she had proffered to him - instead naming one of his fellow pilots and alluding towards this Riptor having committed acts that merited severe repercussions. It was not the time to ask, and the Pinkskin - who introduced himself as Ensign Slayton - had already moved on to ensure the health of his former Chief Medical Officer. Now that the two Harbinger personnel were defecting, their positions on their new ship - if they even reached it and managed to take it back - were as of yet established.

Ida lowered the phaser and turned it over in her hands, somewhat in her own thoughts. While Doctor Duv offered word of caution, saying that the Vasser loyalists were likely on the lookout, Ida thought of Wenn Cinn and Edena Rez, who meant the most to her on the Theurgy, and if they were still alive. Husker arranged to replicate a new uniform for Doctor Duv, which was a chivalrous act that made Ida look up - a bit surprised. She had not expected that one of the pilots flying for that half-faced Wing Commander to make a woman's modesty his priority. Perhaps there was some honour behind the green eyes of the Ensign, and Ida found herself meeting those eyes briefly when he retrieved the hand phaser from her.

Moreover, when he did come around to arm himself, he did so with clear purpose - heading to the door to guard it from more security personnel. Who was this Ensign? As far as she was concerned, she might just steal him from Tactical Conn and dress him in a yellow uniform, because he clearly knew how to handle the situation. An errant thought came to her that he was not sore on the eye either, which was saying a lot for a Pinkskin, but she dismissed the notion quickly to focus on the plan she was making.

"No matter from which angle I look at our situation," she said and walked over to the Brig Officer's station, "it remains clear that the highest odds for success lie in a quick advance. We hold the element of surprise, and if we use that, never stopping and making sure we are not shot in the back, we can reach the Bridge with firepower and swift feet." Saying this, Ida picked up the Type III phaser assault rifle from behind the Brig's main console. With no-nonsense professionalism permeating her movements, she readied it for use and began to adjust its sights to her own preferences. She only paused when she noticed the bare back of the Trill inside the holding cell that they had shared, quickly averting her eyes from the doctor and letting her have a modicum of privacy when she dressed. She looked towards the Pinkskin instead, trying to nullify the visual impression by continuing to talk tactics.

"I will take point," Ida said, rifle at the ready in her hands as she walked over to Husker, "but I am counting on you to give me cover as best as you can from the rear, even if your first priority is the pursuers. I will make sure to employ a crouching or lying position so that you can shoot across my shoulder, but you have to make sure you don't hit Doctor Duv, since she will be right between us while we make our advance."

Doctor Duv emerged from the cell in her new uniform, which made it time to move. Ida squared her shoulders and came to stand before the sliding doors of the exit - widening her stance a little. "The more we linger, the harder it will get for us - the word likely to spread fast that we are out. Doctor, stay close behind me. Husker, set your weapon to high stun. We are moving out now."

Ida sucked a couple a breaths down her lungs through her nostrils, preparing herself mentally for the task. "Courage is fear," he breathed quietly, flexing her fingers around the handles of her rifle,"...when it has said its prayers."

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OOC: One more post each from the two of you, Nolan and DocReno, then Ida will be charging ahead. We will be ending this thread in a fitting way with my next post, where events will continue in an upcoming thread.

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[ Aftermath | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1300 hrs. ] Attn: RosariaRosette

One might think the last moans of pain had ended. That the woeful siren-song of the battlefield was already gone - leaving quiet debris and abandoned trenches.

The fires had burned down and the shot-up bulkheads towered over the hangar like tombstones with scorched writing. Surely no one was alive? The quietude rang like shell-shock in one's ears, and at least two dozen bodies had been left behind, strewn across the ruined deck like the spare parts that had been used for cover. A couple of the Mk III Valkyries had been hit in the crossfire, while the victors of the battle had landed with their Mk II:s at the forefront of the bay. The Phantom and his pilots had left, joining their new Captain in the fight against the remaining resistance cells. One might think the moans of survivors had ended since the bodies had all been left behind...

...but this was clearly not the case.

Out of the dust and grime, from underneath supposedly fresh sheets of plating now blackened by phaser canons... a lonesome voice tried to make it self heard - hoarse and weary after countless efforts to raise attention. To tell the world that she - by the name Nightmare - still breathed. Then again, perhaps her voice was broken because of what she had done; because of the body not lying far away - the one she had killed for her new beliefs. For an Asian pilot lay there, a determined soul that had managed to find her way to her base ship regardless the distance. A halfbreed Betazoid, loved in her pack of Lone Wolves for her quirks. Her name had been Oracle, yet now she lay dead upon the deck of the hangar - blinded eyes wide open. Nightmare, who lay trapped underneath the sheets of plating, may have fired the first shot, but then the two Mk II:s - flown by Phantom and Riptor - had riddled her body with charred holes, depleted the power cells of their phaser canons across the whole area.

Yet besides the dead wolf, and the wounded one... there was a third wolf coming to.

They all belonged to the same pack, and yet she was the only one fit to stand. She was stripped of gear, with feet and legs bared, covered in oils from shredded cans, and her Valkyrie was gone from sight. Reduced to nothing, she was perhaps reborn, or baptised in the battle of the fighter assault bay. For the name of this wolf was Morrigan, and she was just about to bear witness the aftermath; to hear the moans of pain. Would she howl in outrage for what had been done to their home? Would she pry the truth of what had happened from Nightmare, or even remember how she had struck her down?

If she gleaned the truth, would she show mercy to her fellow wolf?

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OOC: RosariaRosette, I will be playing Hannah "Nightmare" Slaverton for as long as Fasha lingers with her. Soo "Oracle" Young Seung is, however, dead, and plainly in sight.

[ Fasha | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1300 hrs. ]

Fasha could hear nothing, nor see anything it took her a moment to realize that she was indeed actually alive and not dead. She had not shared the fate so many others had already succumbed to around her. All except for other who's face Fasha could remember in such vivid detail. An Ally, Friend, Comrade...She had been all of these things. And yet her face was what she remembered last in the last few lingering seconds all she could remember were the yells and cries. The sound of a rifle being fired and Oracle falling motionless beside her. She lay motionless for a moment staring at the ceiling of the Fighter Assault Bay replaying her last moments of consciousness over and over in her mind burning the images into her brain.

Rolling over onto her stomach Fasha pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Her head was throbbing with pain and the sudden motion caused a sudden wave of dizziness to overtake her senses. She took a few deep breaths closing her eyes and mentally counting down from 10, taking the time to gather herself before pushing herself up onto her knees. She looked around the hangar fists clenching subconsciously as she took in the sight of the ship that had become her home. Hot tears burned at the inside of her eyelids as she closed her eyes. It was obvious what had happened a battle had been lost the numerous dead strewn about the hangar told her as much. A battle her side had lost finally pushing aside her grief Fasha crawled over to where Oracle lay. She pressed her fingers against the woman's cartoid artery there was nothing not a single beat. Fasha bit her lip staring down at the dead wolf before placing her hand over Soo Young's eyes "Savon sha'is Oracle..." Fasha whispered closing the woman's eyes.

She then moved over to where Nightmare lay her eyes hardened as she took in the wounded form of her comrade. Her lips curled down into a scowl, No she wasn't worthy of that title she wasn't a member of their pack anymore. She reached out gripping Nightmare by her uniform jacket and pulled her up to bring their faces closer together. "Why..." Fasha said firmly. But in the next instant Fasha had stood pulling Nightmare with her lifting her a few inches off the floor by her jacket "Tell me why!!" Fasha growled.

(Savon sha'is: Find peace.)

[ Miles Renard | Brig  | ] Attn: Dawinter

Miles couldn't help but smile a bit at her suggestion, "As much as I would love to work out my frustrations together with you I think we both know there's a better use of our time."  he said.  "To be honest I imagine the only one in this whole brig that could affect any form of escape would probably be you.  I mean it was you who managed to stop the assailant that tore through the Harbinger before.  If anyone has the ability to single handedly overwhelm an interrogation room I imagine it would be you."  he said quietly hoping that their captors didn't have listening devices within the cell.  "Perhaps since you have calmed you may be able to convince them that the mind meld took and you are one of them now?  I mean I am willing to bet that the reason they wanted me to see if I could snap you back to your senses would be to see if the meld was a success once you came to.  is there anything you can remember from the meld.  Perhaps you could use knowledge from it to convince them of your status as properly on their side.  Though I imagine thy may need some convincing that you truly are on their side."  he said hoping she got the gist that it was time to start acting like he had told her something in confidence and now she was ready to betray that information to them.

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


Chris nodded in respect back to the doctor and while inwardly he admired the bare curves of the stunning doctor, he didn't allow himself to outwardly show it because he needed to focus on the other situation and turned to keep watch again. "No problem, Doctor." he said.

Chris then moved himself just slightly from his place at the cell block entrance to keep himself hidden the best that he could while keeping watch but he could feel the Zhen's eyes look at him and tried to clear his head about the entire situation-but he stopped when Ida started to speak.

He to regard the Zhen and focused on her. "I agree but my question is do we have an operating plan as to how to get off the ship?" he asked as he reset his phaser to the setting that she suggested before moving it to a ready position as well.  "Let your woes become your deadliest weapons." he added with a grim smile before waiting for Ida to move forward. "You have point, I'm backman."

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Husker

Amelya had overheard what the further plan of their escaped entailed and once she got out of the cell, she put the lab coat over her uniform. She nodded at Ida as she told her to stay close and she glanced over at Husker whilst he acted as rear guard. Amelya was unarmed at this point and she was grateful to be so. Even if she had a phaser, she wouldn't really know how to shoot effectively with a person in front and behind her. She did have basic training yet after that she never really practiced to use a weapon after that.

From that moment Duv decided to function as an extra pair of eyes, calling out targets to Ida and Husker or letting them know if something would seem fishy or out of place. She stuck close to Ida and at first she bumped into her far to often, yet she learned fast and after two or three times she kept her distance so she wouldn't bump into her anymore. She also checked if the pilot called Husker could keep up and remained silent for as long as it needed as they made their way through the ship.

[ ThanIda zh'Wann | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Amelya Duv & Husker

The Harbinger pilot asked her - in so many words - if she had a plan, and Ida snorted with bitter humour while he took his position at the back. "If we board a shuttle, we'll be too exposed. The Harbinger has a skeleton crew since the majority has transferred to the Theurgy. If we move fast enough down these empty corridors, and overpower whatever resistance we meet, we can seize the Bridge. It is the only place where we can learn what condition the Theurgy is in , and then make a difference. Now, with me..."

Doctor Duv remained close to her, so close she bumped into her back when Ida stopped inside the security gate. It was a short corridor with a door on the other end that was controlled by the aide in the security office. He was likely looking right at them on his monitor when Ida changed the setting on her rifle and raised it, beginning to cut into the bulkhead above to the double doors - the beam carving its way sideways.

[Stand down, Lieutenant! I will vent the atmosphere in there unless you drop your weapons!] The young voice on the intercom sounded shaken.

"Too late," mumbled Ida as she finished her cut, powering down the beam for a moment and switching back to the highest stun setting. She had destroyed the hidden actuators for the door's hydraulic mechanism, so she resumed her advance with a mordant stride - heaving the left door back into its socket once she reached it. With her weapon raised in one hand, she stepped out into the main area of the Harbinger's security office. The panicked aide was facing her behind his station, so she shot the Pinkskin in the chest before he got his hand phaser up in time.

To the left, two other security guards sprang to their feet, going for the phasers in their holsters. Ida rounded on them, and in the split moment, she hoped that Husker was alert and able to take down at least one of them, since she had not set her rifle on wide dispersal.

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OOC: Slight change of plans with some addendum for the first part of their escape. Hope you don't mind.

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[ Aftermath | USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 | 1300 hrs. ] Attn: RosariaRosette

In Hannah von Slaverton's mind, she had replayed the events in the flight hangar while she lay there under the hull plates. She remembered nothing after she was about to stun Evelyn Rawley, and in retrospect, she suspected that she had been shot in the back - stunned by someone who had seen what she'd done to Soo Young Seung. A phaser was deadly at point blank range, even at a stun setting, and Hannah remembered how she had managed to hit Soo right in the chest - likely causing her heart to stop beating.

Though she did not regret her reasoning, she hated that she'd have to go to such extremes to keep her fellow wolves to oppose Commodore Vasser and Captain T'Rena. She had not wanted anyone to get hurt, but things had escalated too fast. She had tried to explain it all to Rawley, beseeched her to see the truth - that they were heading for their meaningless deaths if they kept following Captain Ives' orders. Even she could see that; the party girl among the Lone Wolves, who never passed on a chance to dance, drink or gamble. How could it have been so hard for Ranger to understand?

Now, it did not matter. The Fighter Assault Bay was was in ruins, shot to pieces from what looked like the phaser canons mounted on attack fighters. Phantom and his pilots had arrived and put an end to the resistance. At least it was a victory for Vasser and the higher cause, but Nightmare thought the price had been to much. She had wanted for her fellow wolves to see the future at the hands of Captain T'Rena, and join her in common understanding - elevated from the obsession that Captain Ives held to fight in futility.

A shadow fell over Hannah's face - blocking the lights from the ceiling. For a moment, she did not recognise the silhouette of Morrigan, because she seemed to have been showered in oil and dust - even stripped down to a tank and her undergarments. Fasha had been the first one Hannah stopped; struck her down since she had been trying to board her Valkyrie. By the looks of it, her fighter was now gone along with her gear, and the skin of her now swollen cheek had been split by Hannah's strike - leaving caked blood down her neck.

"Argh!" Hannah cried out in pain when Fasha suddenly pulled her up - making the edges of the hull plates cut into her thighs and her arm. Morrigan demanded to know her reasons, as reasonable as they might be in a hopeless situation. Hannah was not sure how injured she had been when she woke up, but she had to blink tears and hair our of her eyes after the brutal handling she now suffered. She wanted answers? Then she'd get them. Perhaps she could understand.

"Because Captain Ives is a f-fool," she growled back, green eyes ablaze from pain and bitter frustration, "No matter what we would have done at t-this point, heading back into the Alpha Quadrant would only have made us end up dead, and the t-truth about Starfleet Command would have died with us. Did you not hear what the upcoming mission was about? Ives would have had us raid a starbase and draw all the search parties out there to us by doing so, only on the mere hope that someone would heed a message sent from the station. The idea was... that Ives would have reconsidered that course after we destroyed the new cloaking device..."

Hannah looked out over the flight hangar - their destroyed wolf den. "It would seem he - or she - did not have a change of h-heart after all. Ives forced Vasser's hand to try and save our lives... and..." The tears were no longer just from the pain. "Vasser's plan is the only way to save the Galaxy. T'Rena showed it to us; the way to defeat the enemy, and it is not through any battle fought today or t-tomorrow. I saw it all through T'Rena's touch, how we were about to die... and I couldn't let it happen. I only regret that you, the people I love, didn't see the vision... before all of this had to happen."

Fasha felt her grip on Hannah's uniform jacket tightening with each passing second, with each and every word that passed her lips all it did was pour fuel on the already raging flames of anger burning within the deepest part of Fasha's soul. Hannah's excuses fell upon deaf ears she'd wanted an explanation she wanted to know why the price for her own damned beliefs had to be paid in the blood of one of their friends, a part of their family. Ives, Vasser, T'Rena none of these names meant a damn thing to Fasha not now. Fasha tilted her head down still holding Hannah above the ground as warm tears slid down her cheeks burning as they slid over her wounds. "That's it? That's why?" Fasha asked quietly her entire body shaking with rage.

Letting Hannah down Fasha quickly dragged the former wolf over to where Soo Young lay gripping Hannah by the hair and forcing her to bend down over the body of their friend. "Was it worth it!?" Fasha yelled gripping the her former comrade by the hair directing her gaze at the dead woman's face. "Soo Young was our friend!! She was fucking family!!! You say you fucking loved us?" Fasha kicked Hannah's legs out from beneath her forcing her to her knees beside Oracle's still form. "Then why was it so fucking easy for you to pull the trigger then?" Fasha hissed venomously. "If you loved us, If you even gave the smallest semblance of a damn about us you would have stood with us! To whatever end we were fated to meet!" Fasha said her voice cracking as she released Hannah.

"You wanted to save us from death..." Fasha said quietly as she stood beside Nightmare over Oracle's body. "You did a wonderful job..." Fasha said coldly. She picked up her Tau'Kon'She pulling it from the leather sheath it sat in blade shining in the light of the hangar. Her mind howled at her demanding blood for Oracle's death and Nightmare's betrayal. But after a brief moment of silence between them the sound of Fasha sheathing her blade was heard. "Don't tell a soul about me...Or no force in this world or the next will be able to keep me from finding you Nightmare..." Fasha said taking a quick glance around to ensure that the ex-wolf had no weapon to use against her. Her eyes fell upon the Phaser that had once been held by Oracle she quickly scooped up the weapon as she clipped the sheath of her Tau'Kon'She to the waistband of her undergarments. The very rifle that Hannah had used to kill Oracle came next just touching the weapon left a cold and empty feeling in the pit of Fasha's stomach but in these times she couldn't afford to not bring it with her.

She quickly shouldered the weapon taking one last glance at Hannah "You betrayed us Hannah...But at one point you were a friend...You were family...I won't sink down to what you've become..." Fasha said before beginning her walk away. As she walked towards the exit to the hangar she felt her foot fall over something. Moving her foot aside Fasha knelt down picking up the item that she'd almost crushed underfoot. It was a combadge she quickly pinned the item to her shirt before leaving if it didn't come in use later it would at least ensure that her presence remained unknown for at least a short time if anything.

[ Husker | USS Harbinger | Brig ] [Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Amelya Duv]


As soon as Ida was around the corner, Husker quickly moved the doctor into a good cover spot as the Zhen quickly rounded the corner and took out the guard there with a quick snap-shot from her rifle.

The other two security guards quickly started to move but Husker was already on them as he quickly snapped his own weapon up and brought it in-line with the two guards, catching the first one high in the left torso which caused him to twist slightly as he pitched forward and almost knocking his fellow guard over.

This action made the second guard stumble just long enough for the combat pilot to catch him square in the chest with a second shot which took him down which at that point-Husker made sure that Duv stayed low as he kept her cover so that she could reach the aide duty station and around the desk while he quickly recovered the fallen guards' phasers.

Husker then took a second to quickly check his phaser's current charge before checking the doctor over for any possible injuries. "Now what were going to say before you were rudely interrupted?" he asked Ida as he looked over his shoulder at the Zhen.

[ Amelya Duv | USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: ThanIda zh'Wann & Husker

Amelya followed Husker into cover as the first shots were fired around. While in cover she kept her head down and each time a shot fell, she closed her eyes for a few seconds before looking back to check if Husker was still alive. Once the fight was over, Amelya poked her head out from cover and she was glad to see that Ida had made it without any wounds. She crawled over now to the aide at the desk and checked his vitals without her tricorder at hand. She did it the old fashioned way and could feel his pulse in his neck. yet when she did so, she heard a little voice in her head question herself. Why would she need to look after these people? They would surely try to do harm to her...

She remained by the aide for a few seconds as she tried to deal with her own issues. Telling herself that it was a vow that she took to look after the injured and wounded. She snapped out of her trance though when Husker asked Ida what she was saying. Se got up from the ground and lingered a bit past the console before looking at it. Maybe they could use this console for their further plans "Ida, could you hack into this console perhaps? We might be able to see what the easiest way is without detection risk."

[ USS Theurgy | First Officer Ready Room | Deck 01 ]
Attn: Natalie Stark, Simon Tovarek, Aisha S'Iti, Rory Callahan & Declan Vasser

As the captives in the XO Ready Room were liberated by the Lounge Proprietor and the former Marquis, shouting was heard from the Main Bridge. Security guards scrambled and took pursuit, quickly choosing alternative routes than the welded-shut doors in order to intercept the small party before they could escape. During the commotion, a voice was heard on the intercom - emphasised by the shuffle of feet and the phaser fire.

[All personnel on the Theurgy, I am Lieutenant Commander Carrigan Trent. By now, you all know Declan Vasser and T'Rena have begun an attempt to hijack this ship by force of arms after a minimum of two sabotage attempts. I do not know the exact number of casualties at this time, but I know for certain Chief Engineer Tia Marlowe is fighting for her life, Helmsman Cale Winterbourne was murdered in front of me and Chief Tactical Officer Sjaandin Fedd was killed attempting to follow illegal orders.]

It was by a hair that the party managed to gain access to the Jefferies tubes by the turbolifts - having to hold off the Harbinger security guards with cover fire. With haste, one by one slipped into the darkness of the ship's maintenance chutes, all the while Carrigan Trent's voice continued to be heard over the intercom.

[They have accomplished this by planting their crew on our ship and by using mind melds and possibly other telepathic techniques to twist the perceptions of members of this crew. Vasser has also ordered the widespread brainwashing, the mind-rape, of every last person on our ship regardless of whether or not they join him.]

Finally, the last one managed to slip inside the hatch, with only a quick welding-job done to gain a few seconds of escape before some of the security guards cut apart the hatch and followed them. Even in the Jefferies tubes, the words of the Lieutenant Commander continued - perhaps permeating their desperation with new hope...

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[ USS Theurgy | Brig | Deck 07 ]
Attn: Miles Renard, Edena Rez & Dyan Cardamone

In the Brig, Zaraq and Riptor had just appeared and walked towards the shared cell of Miles Renard and Dyan Cardamone. It was time to claim the Asurian and the Vulpinian, both to be placed in separate interrogation rooms. Human and Klingon both armed with hand phasers, they ordered the forcefield to be lowered - Riptor grinning towards the SCO. He had obviously been graced with another opportunity to try and break the fox shapeshifter.

"Move it," rumbled Zaraq, motioning for them to go separate ways from the holding cell. Yet as they emerged from their cell, the voice of the Intelligence Officer was heard on the intercom. Riptor bared his teeth in irritation, and Zaraq tapped his combadge to give orders to the aide to kill the speakers, but it was too late, and the aide unfamiliar with Theurgy's systems. So the speech continued, even as Riptor cuffed Renard's hands behind his back and shoved into the interrogation room.

[Since Captain Ives and Commander Rez have been detained by Vasser and his cohorts, as a senior officer on the ship's rolls prior to this attack, I am assuming command as one of Captain Ives' lawful delegates under the auspices of Starfleet regulations pertaining to continuity of command. As such I will retain command of the Theurgy until such as time as I am relieved or ordered to yield command by the proper authorities or murdered on the word of the criminal Declan Vasser.]

Zaraq, with phaser to her torso and a brutal grip on her white hair, hurled the Asurian into the second interrogation room. His massive frame filled his end of the relatively small space, and while he had no idea what Dyan Cardamone saw instead of his figure, he did not care. They might have been colleagues on the Harbinger, but that was before Zaraq knew the truth about her... and about the future.

Now, she was the breeding stock and the DNA sample for a guaranteed victory against the enemy in a distant year - where they would all have access to her kind's healing power. Through her children, Vasser's new world would thrive. "Remove your clothes."

Still, the speech on the intercom continued in the whole Brig.

[Now, I ask all of you to listen to me. This enemy we fight needs us, the ones aware of its existence, at each other's throat. It needs Starfleet to be riven with cracks and to lose all confidence in itself and from the Federation at large. As such, so long as we remain Starfleet, so long as we remain true to our oaths and our procedures and regulations, we are strong! Vasser promises you what? Murder? Hiding? Forsaking everything you are? Look inside you! Look around you! To this vessel, to your shipmates!]

Everyone heard the speech, with the exception the shared holding cell of Captain Ives and Commander Rez, who had been been isolated from the outside world. Jien did not hear Carrigan Trent, even if he might have noticed how the Brig Officer looked agitated. Standing very close to Rez with his demand lingering in the air - eyes locked in challenge - he was unable to hear the commotion, and therefore , he noticed not how Miles Renard and Dyan Cardamone had been put into the interrogation rooms.

This meant also, of course, that they didn't hear how the speech continued...

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[ USS Theurgy | Fighter Assault Bay | Deck 15 ]
Attn: Fasha "Morrigan"

When Fasha dropped her to the deck, Nightmare sucked air through her teeth from pain, only to to let out that breath in a cry of agony when she was dragged out from under the heavy hull plates. She felt her skin and uniform trousers tear, and the loud noise of the metal hitting the deck rang in her ears. Yet nothing of it was comparable to being pushed down to see Oracle's lifeless face - eyes shut as if she was asleep.

Hannah wanted to protest against Fasha's accusations, awkwardly supporting herself on one uninjured arm after having been kicked in the knees and getting her hair twisted and pulled so that she could not look away. Yet the sight of the Betazoid hybrid with her white headphones robbed her of any such incentive. She wanted to tell Fasha that it had been an accident, that Soo had surprised her from behind and she had not realised how close she was when she rounded on her. It was the truth, but what did it matter? The outcome was still the same. The fact of the desolate flight hangar remained all around them, regardless of any protestations she'd make.

Soo had been Rawley's lover until she'd gone MIA in the Borderlands, and yet Soo's love for Rawley had made her find her way to Theta Eridani IV with her inborn abilities. While Rawley had laid injured in the triage tents when Soo finally reached them, and was not quite the same woman as Soo had loved before then, it was a story that came to Hannah's mind again when she was looking down upon that face. She head Fasha draw her knife, but in this memory, it felt just that she'd die as well. The only way the fear for her own life manifested itself was in how Hannah felt like she had to vomit, but she managed to swallow down the bile in her throat - to accept her own fate. She may have quivered from the pain, but she closed her eyes so that she did not have to see the blade when it came for her throat.

And yet the blade never came. "Don't tell a soul about me...Or no force in this world or the next will be able to keep me from finding you Nightmare..."

And so Hannah was left behind, on her knees beside Oracle's body. Fasha gathered weapons from the ground and walked away after twisting the knife of her words deeper into Hannah's heart. And while Fasha began to trek down the length of the hangar, the speech from Carrigan Trent was heard over the intercom. Perhaps it may have lent spirit to Fasha as she walked a path paved with corpses, but it only made Hannah feel more miserable as she heard the words echo across the destruction.

[....As advanced as the Theurgy is, she needs her crew! She needs all of you! Your friends and shipmates need you! If you are Starfleet, I ask you to remain at your posts and man your stations! I ask you to do your duty. If you are one of Vasser's accomplices, know that my first concern is to this ship and the enemy that hunts us. As such, I ask you ay least not interfere with those who choose to do their duty as Starfleet personnel. But if deep inside you remember who and what you are, your assistance will be most welcome.]

Hannah closed her eyes as she heard those words, and she curled her hands into fists. Where was the reason in this madness? The only reason she knew what that of the future and what needed to be done - the greater picture. T'Rena had showed her... There was no other recourse, regardless of the cost. She found no motivation truly of her own, but she knew that what she did was larger than herself.

[Those of you who choose to serve the Federation as you best know how, I am thankful for your duty and I will be honoured to command you for as long as is needed to resolve this crisis.]

Nightmare opened her eyes and glared at the deck of the hangar. It all had to stop. One way or the other. The Calamity was out there - looking for them. They needed to be ready, and there was no choice but to get up and finish what she had begun. With ginger movements, she eased out of her uniform jacket, beginning to tear the sleeves and to dress her wounds.

[This is Lieutenant Commander Trent, interim commanding officer. All stations, all departments: close up and report readiness!]

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[ USS Harbinger | Brig | Deck 07 ]
Attn: Amelya Duv & CJ "Husker" Slayton

The pilot seemed to have paid attention to his phaser training as well, since he could handle both the present guards with two quick beams of energy. Ida was beginning to like the Pinkskin more and more given how resourceful he proved to be - armed or not.  Idly, she wondered how resourceful he was in the cockpit if he was so capable up close to the enemy... but Ida's artistic mind created an image of how capable he was in bed instead. Perhaps it was because of his physical resemblance to David Grayson... or merely that word for the pilot's cabin that Tactical Conn used. If she was to be completely honest with herself, the idle thought might not have been entirely idle, because she caught herself lingering at it before she answered him.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head and frowning at her own lack of focus, instead quickly walking over to the door that led to the corridor. "That is the extent of the plan as of now, but we'll likely have to change it along the way. Things like these seldom have a way of working out as intended... So, we go for the Bridge and if we run into Trujillo... I won't be too displeased if he doesn't surrender."

The Harbinger's CMO had the idea to scout the path to the Bridge, and it was an excellent idea. She lingered by the door just to make sure there weren't any more security officers about to arrive. "Good call, doctor," she said, then she went to the aide's station to try and access the internal sensors. "It seems they did not rescind my new security clearance after throwing me into the Brig," she added, with a small smirk touching her lips. "They likely thought that T'Rena would have dealt with me right away, and didn't bother to remove the clearance since they would have had to restore it as soon as I left the cell. Damn idiots. I'm quite relieved I won't be their superior officer."

It took her a moment to scout the path towards the Bridge with the sensors, and she considered what more she could do from the limited access that the aide's station gave her. After a few moments, she put some commands into the console, doing what she could to ease their task with misinformation to the limited number of crew on the ship. Then she stepped away.  "I know where to go, but I can only do so much from this console. Our path ought to be cleared now, so let's go." She hoped that Amelya Duv would be able to stay out of harms way, because what they were attempting to do did not have favourable odds. Then again, the odds were a long way better than to try and attempt the same thing on the Theurgy - which was brimming with Harbinger staff when she left it.

And so they set a grim pace towards the closest turbolifts - about to seize command of the Akira-class cruiser.

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[ Uncharted Planetoid | Outside the Class-9 Nebula ]
Attn: Nathaniel "Maverick" Isley & Thomas "Razor" Ravon

At first, all that she heard was the sound of her own laboured breathing inside the helmet. Then, Rawley began to hear other things, faint sounds of phaser fire and shouting voices. The howling of the blizzard overrode it all. "How far till we reach the birds Nathaniel?"

Razor's voice, coming from inside her helmet. There was something about Thomas that was important, she gradually remembered - disoriented as she was and unsure about what was happening. She tried to open her eyes, but there was only so much to see. She could just make out confusing motions, perhaps feet trudging snow, but not her own feet. Was she being carried? She was rocking on top of something, feeling week, having been pummelled in her fall... Yes, the fall. The avalanche. She had gone over the edge and brought down the lip of snow with her. That, however, did not explain why she was seeing Thomas shooting at... something that was moving below them in the snow. Things that were pursuing them, shrieking against the wind and the barrages of phaser fire.

The small slits of her eye looked away from the fighting, trying to see how much more Nathaniel had to carry her up the mountainside. The vertigo of trying to turn her helmet told her that she might have suffered a concussion. Something not good normally, but might be a tad worse because of her previous injuries. Her vision blurred and she remained limp on top of Maverick's strong shoulder. All she could see besides the mountainside and the snow was the orange skye behind her shoulder. It was their only source of light, and she rested her eyes there in order to keep her bearings.

That was when she saw it. A sight she remembered from outside the Hromi Cluster, and never to be forgotten. The shadow cutting low across the sky, deploying Reavers into the atmosphere.

"The Calamity," she mouthed, eyes wide.

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OOC: Attn All - In order to read the speech in its entirety, which most people on the Theurgy will be able to hear on the intercom, you should read the paragraphs in italics in the different relevant sections in this post. I am not closing this thread, leaving you guys able to post reactions etc. There is, however, a continuation after the speech on the intercom so please do not report readiness to Carrigan Trent just yet. That should not be any problem, however, since I think everyone who hears the speech are either too busy surviving or doesn't have a combadge of their own. The continuation of the speech will be posted in the opening of the new 4 threads that will be posted before the middle of next week.

Attn: Miles Renard & Zaraq

Her own smile grew hearing if they had more time he wouldn't mind working out his frustrations with her. She hadn't expected him to take her up on her offer but it was still nice to hear. His words about her abilities made her smile as she looked up at him her hands softly brushing along his cheek. "I don't remember much from the mind meld but I can offer them something that I think they will be too eager to pass up. Right now I am the only one who knows where to find an almost endless source of creatures to harvest their healing abilities," she whispered hating the idea but if there was one thing people couldn't pass up it was the chance to harvest her peoples abilities. She nodded her head before leaning up her lips softly brushing against his before she would pull back slightly as she looked at him. "I promise I will do what I can," she whispered as she slowly stood as her fists flew out slamming as hard as she could on the sides of the cell. "Let out of this place I need to talk to Captain  T'Rena," she yelled as she looked back to the door. When the door opened and she was faced with faces that she didn't recognize she would still slightly as a low growl slipped from her pale lips. She could hear someone voice over the intercom. She slowly backed up tell she felt the phaser to her torso and the brutal grip on her hair as she was hauled and hurled to an interrogation room. When she was forced in she stumbled slightly before turning back to the behemoth that blocked the door. His order to remove her clothes would pull a soft smirk to her lips as her arms crossed over her chest and she tilted her head in a defiant tilt. "No," she whispered softly. Maybe if she got him close enough she would somehow find a way to over power him.

Miles complied as he willingly went with the man whom he loathed, in his eyes was a defeated look almost on par with betrayal but not quite.  "You won..."  he said softly in a defeated tone.  It mattered not what the voice over the intercom said that would have given hope to others.  In the part he played now he had been defeated.  almost betrayed but not really.  The lady he knew was not herself at all anymore.  "I brought her back like you asked, but she is changed,"  he said in a voice of loss. "I guess changed into what you meant for her. All she could talk about was how her people would be a great asset to the cause.  She even desperately grabbed at me and attempted to mate with me as if a vixen in a maddening heat."  Figured what you assholes would make her into would be some sex crazed lunatic willing to destroy her own people for your insane cause."  He said as he felt himself being cuffed back into the interrogation chair.  "I would tell you to ask her about my pilot's contingency but I doubt that would do any good.  Seems there's other things she wants to talk about.  So...what exactly do you want to know."  he said in a voice of reasoned defeat.  "Or did you just drag me in here alone cause you found my body so irresistible that you wanted me more than the Lady next door."

[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

Hearing the one word Dyan said to him, Zaraq grinned - pacing back and forth on his side of the close confines of the interrogation room. He breathed through his nostrils, seeing not his former colleague from the Harbinger any more. She was female, and Starfleet regulations for mating no longer applied. It was his duty to spread his seed, and he needn't fight his primal nature. He cast off Klingon honour many years ago, upon his exile, and now he could cast off the shackles of of his uniform.

"So you can understand me now," he rumbled in observation of her changed behaviour, holstering his phaser. Still he paced, like an animal. Meanwhile, T'Rena was heard on the intercom, making it clear she'd kill the human in one of the Battle Bridges. Zaraq cared not. Not his battle. He tore back his jacket from his shoulders - freeing himself and tossing it to the floor. The golden colour of his undershirt was something they shared, but not any more - not in that room. Not on Vasser's ship. "The mutt must have reached through to you somehow. Good, then you will appreciate what is coming to you... for what it really is."

With a sudden movement, he tore his undershirt up over his head, throwing it against the wall. His rough and powerful upper body caught the sharp light of the room, and he bared his teeth to her. "I always wanted to claim you for my own, Dyan. I looked at your body and I wanted it. The tail is a nice addition to it., and now that there are no... fraternisation rules between us, I mean to collect."

Then he draw his d'k tahg from his belt. "Take them off, Dyan." He held the blade before his face, spinning it in his fingers. "Or I will cut them off you."

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[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer paused his rough treatment only to hear the SCO out - tilting his head and listening. At the same time as Miles spoke of the reported progress he'd made with the the winged lady, T'Rena was making threats on the intercom. Riptor gave his Captain only a half an ear, since he had no orders to deal with the spy. No, he was supposed to help Zaraq, but that did not mean that he did not seek pleasure where he could find it. In the end, the Vulpinian teased him, as if he wanted more cock that he got last.

So he stroked his beard, tilting his head the other way to see through the gaping damage he had done to Renard's uniform trousers earlier. Only then did he answer. "I don't find that particular body of yours so irresistible," he said with a grin, "but while I should be pursuing the matter of your fellow wolves out there - all alone - I am more keen on sampling what your... Vulcine form has to offer. It's called Vulcine, right? The questions can wait a bit.... don't you think?"

Riptor held his phaser by the hip, but still levelled against the SCO. "Why don't you shift and bend over the table again. Let's see if your ass is better before or after loosing the fur." It was simply the case that Riptor preferred asses who looked more human. The Boslic little thing had been enjoyable in that way. No true surprises under her clothes, just that ugly forehead.  "Come on!"

[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

She saw the grin forming on his lips as hers would push down in a slightly frown of annoyance. Her eyes never left him as he paced like a hungry lion in the close confines of the small room. "Yea sadly I understand you. I do have to say I am deeply disappointed in your choice of sides. I would think even you would know better," she said coldly feeling trapped for the first time. Her body tensed watching as he freed himself of his jacket. "And what is it that is really coming. Besides a small pathetic boy taking what doesn't belong to him. She growled out as her body twitched slightly as his sudden movement. Her eyes stayed on him seeing his rough and powerful upper body knowing normally she would be a fair match for him but now it was a little more of a question. Still she would make sure if he did manage to take her it would be with a fight.

"Well don't I feel special," she whispered never having pictured that he had wanted her. He never truly made a move or showed any signs so to hear it was a bit of a surprise and not one she was sure that she liked. "You can try and collect," she said coldly before she watched him draw his weapon as a long low growl would slip from her lips. "I think your hard of hearing. I told you no," Dyan growled as her eyes narrowed and his fists clenched in anger.

He shifted into the more humanoid form taking his time so the shift was less exhausting and more natural.  of course in doing so he made use of the way the bones rearranged to allow the restraints to loosen over a few key areas.  not remove them per Say but drop just enough that if he transformed back into his natural form he would easily be able to slip out of them.  Still he wasn't going to make things easy for the vile person.  Yes the term is correct.  He said as looked into the person's eyes. "Sorry but I don't think you have the ability to make me bend over like you want? Though I would love to see you try."  he said eager to goad his captor into a state of foolish anger.

[Edena Rez]

Jona surrendered control, seeing no way in which a conversation between him and Ives would result in anything worthwhile.  He was poison to Jien, so better to cut his losses and try to help in some other way, as part of the think thank inside the head of Edena.  When control was given up, it wasn't Edena who took over though.  Instead, it was someone who thought she might be able to help him in his more difficult times.  he was having a crisis, reeling from the manipulation of Declan Vasser, his attempts to make the Theurgy Captain betray his ideals.  The way her eyes fell to his, the softening of her face that spoke of her endless wisdom, there was no confusing her for anyone but Kiya Rez, the original Rez host, the one that he had become close to during the Ishtar Incident.

"You're frustrated," she spoke, sounding so gentle and understanding, not the slightest hint of Starfleet protocol in her.  She wasn't speaking as an officer, but as a person who cared about him.  "People cannot begun to fathom what rests on your shoulders.  Your crew, Jona, even Vasser himself doesn't know what it is to look at the rules you abide by, which could very well be a prison for you as well.  Jona is right that your enemies will use it against you, but that doesn't mean you should give up on them."  Kiya reached out, touching a hand against his cheek, another comfort she could feel he sorely needed.  A Captain stood alone in some things, and in such cases, it was a civilian, not an officer, that he needed.

"You're a man of principle, and you should never betray them.  You are the one who has to decide what to do, just as it is the duty of the men and women who follow you to trust that.  Tell me what you need, Captain Ives, and how you can get it."  The answer was likely inside him all this time, just requiring him to focus on that instead of all the frustrations of betrayal, of Jona, and of the heavy gravity blinding his senses.  Kiya sought to give him a moment of clarity, to remind himself why he was the Captain, and how to get back his ship.

[ USS Theurgy | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Kurohigi

Confusion about whom he was speaking to quickly evolved into clarity while Kiya sought to strengthen his resolve, for Captain Ives did recognise her despite the face she wore and the voice she used. The subtle hints that gave her away was far easier to detect after having met her in person, and upon recognition, Jien's ire abated and the challenge in his scowl was soothed by the touch of her hand against his cheek. The comfort she brought made him change... into her female form, and she closed her eyes to absorb Kiya's words.

To hear that she shouldn't abandon the principles of the fleet they sought to restore meant a lot to Jien, and somehow, breathing came easier to her despite the low setting on the life support systems in the cell. One way to fight the fatigue upon her body had been anger towards Jona, but the balm of Kiya's reassurance also made the burden of breathing easier to bear. The perspiration that dampened Jien's black tank top and beaded her brow was still there, but each drawn breath was deeper - measured to sustain her with the help of renewed resolve.

Still, there was doubt. Worries that could not be silenced. What had happened on the bridge at noon had taken a heavy toll on her. "I... I made my decision, laid out our course and chose how I believed we were best suited to deliver the truth far and wide in the Galaxy," she said in answer, opening her eyes and looking away - staring at the white bulkhead. "But those who I believed followed me... they did not trust me. They did not believe that I had chosen the right course. Captain Vasser, with all his experience and willingness to adapt to the situation we are in, he managed to rally enough loyalty to spark this mutiny and seize the ship. I can understand how the Harbinger crew that transferred aboard might follow his orders, but people under my own command sided with him - people who I trusted and whom I thought believed in our mission."

The thought of how Vasser had sabotaged their shield and killed some of the crew lingered with Jien, and it made it even harder to imagine that people like Sjaandin Fedd had arranged it of their own free will; that Vasser's ideas were so compelling that Jien's crew would kill their own to facilitate a change in command.

But then there was the words Declan Vasser had said to T'Rena just before they were sent to the Brig. Blinking, Jien tried to remember them. "T'Rena, you can mind meld everyone into seeing our way of things? Prioritize those members of the crew who have skills and positions of value to the ship's operation and work your way down."

Had that question meant that the Vulcan had already done so, or that she was supposed to starting using the technique when the mutiny began? Frowning, Jien looked back into Edena's eyes. "What do you know of the Vulcan mind-meld?" she asked in the end, trying to find an explanation that might bring clarity to what was happening. "Do you believe T'Rena could have turned my crew against me before I was removed from command?"

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[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

Breast heaving in anticipation of what was to come, Zaraq licked the blade of his weapon - eyes trained on the Asurian. He did not like the answer that Dyan repeated, but that was not really going to stop him. Question was if he wanted to do it the hard way or the easy way...

"I can shoot your legs out," he rumbled and drew his phaser from its holster in one smooth motion with his free hand - aiming against her knees. "For while you'll heal, female, it would make the fun I am going to have with you easier. I might even shoot your arms. Like picking the limbs of an insect."

Pointing with his phaser to her knees, he raised his chin to look down his nose at her - letting her know who was going to dominate her. Oh, he had not enjoyed himself as much as he was since before he agreed to join Starfleet. He missed hunting on the Klingon homeworld. The holosuites had been down for weeks, and he had not enjoyed the chase and the kill of the wilds for far too long. They may be standing in a crowded space, with no range for pursuit, but the principle was the same. He had never hunted an Asurian before, and the thrill of the kill was small compared to the rewards of a tough struggle with the prey.

"But I would rather claim you on my own merits," he snorted and tossed the hand phaser behind himself, baring his teeth at her - nostrils flaring as his frame heaved in presentiment and excitement. "I will bring you down like a wild targ on the tundra, and if you refuse to yield, I will skin you alive until you fold... and spread those pale legs for me."

And with those words said, he lashed out with his brawny arm, striking the tabletop form underneath and sending the entire table spinning over and crashing right against Dyan. The chairs clattered on the floor, and with a roar, he came at her - calloused fist seizing the chest of her uniform jacket. Regardless how much damage the table had done, he hurled her sideways to try and smash her head against the bulkhead, or at least tear her uniform open.

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[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

The violent commotion in the interrogation room next to Riptor's got the pilot grinning, not yet having answered the former SCO's challenge.

"Do you hear that?" said Daniel Ritwer and appreciated the new form of the Vulpinian before him, stroking his beard with his free hand. "It sounds like they are having fun. That is your precious little pale angel that is being shown a good time - getting what has been coming for her. Never liked her myself, with or without the tail."

That was the moment where Riptor backhanded Miles with the same hand that held the phaser. It was the response he had to the curve-ball thrown from the former squadron commander. Riptor did not care how hard he had hit Miles. It didn't matter, but getting what he wanted did. So, after the strike, he tried to seize the Vulpinian's hair and get him to kneel before his tall frame.

"Take it out." He put the phaser to Miles temple. "No tricks, or I will make you one head shorter, okay? Learn to know your place and we won't have a problem on this voyage."

Riptor was already hard with anticipation - the idea to make the Vulpinian his slave quite promising.

Hearing the commotion and more importantly feeling the throbbing headache from being clocked with a phaser like an old fashioned pistol whipping only made each word Daniel said only solidify the plan Miles was putting into motion.  "You mean my Valkyrie making a impulsively idiotic Klingon regret thinking she could ever be anything close to the toy fools like you would fantasize her becoming."  he quipped before feeling the phaser being pressed against his head forcing his hands toward doing as asked.  "I promise Rip... I'm going to make you regret every second of the rest of your pathetic life when the tables are turned.  And it's inevitable that they will be."  he added.  "It's only a matter of time before your so called Commodore and Vulcan witch of a Captain slip up."  he said in a voice of angry resistance despite his hands doing the opposite making sure he did as told.  He had to do as asked while on his knees and helpless before a primed phaser.  But he wasn't going to let Riptor think he was as broken as he at first led on. 

It was obvious his initial ploy to bait with being broken and with his lover betraying him had failed so the charade of being broken was useless now.  No he had to be just compliant enough that he wouldn't get killed bur resistant enough to make the idiot before him think there was still a sport in trying to break him.  It was a delicate balance to make himself the right kind of temptation, to make himself exactly the bait that Riptor would want to take.  He could tell by the engorged cock that Miles revealed with falsely trembling hands that Miles had made himself quite the nearly irresistible bait for Riptor.  He knew that the cock before his face would not be exposed to the air for long and had prepared himself for what he would have to do but he had to keep up the facade of being forced to comply in order to make the bait all the more irresistible to the inhuman human before him.

[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

Her eyes narrowed watching as he licked the blade of his weapon feeling his eyes trained on her with almost laser precision. She was going to fight him and made sure if he did manage to take her it would have come with a fight. She didn't flinch as he drew his phaser knowing if it came down to it she could heal herself. It wouldn't be the first time that she had regrown a limb...or two. "Go ahead. It won't stop me from fighting you," She said as her mind braced itself for the pain that might be getting ready to experience. She watched him as he pointed his phaser at her knees not liking the look of domination that was crossing his features. When he tossed the hand phaser behind him she thought for the first moment she would be able to win this fight. "You don't have what it would take to bring me down child," she growled out as her eyes focused on him in hate and anger. He was the only thing standing between her and freedom.

Her body flinched from the loud noise as he struck the heavy table from underneath. Dyan only had just enough time to bring her forearms up before she felt the heavy impact of the table against her body. It wasn't until she lowered her arms that she felt his hand gripping the front of her uniform jacket. A sudden jerk at the jacket would shred the material as her body went slamming sideways her shoulder taking a good deal of the blow. Slowly she would push herself up a twisted smile forming on her lips. "Alright. You better then I thought," she said as her tail snaked out trying to wrap around his ankle to pull his feet out from under him.

[Edena Rez - Kiya Rez in control]

"I know that Vulcan Mind Melds are probably one of the most powerful psychic abilities in the quadrant."  There there were other races who had more powerful telepathic abilities, among the Federation, none were more effective then the Mind Meld.  The suspicions made by Ives got Kiya thinking as well, as she found herself on the same page as the Captain about why his crew had turned on him.  "There have been cases of Vulcan Mind Melds used many times in the past to alter a person's way of thinking.  Oftentimes, they can retain their own personality, just with a single opinion or memory adjusted, and done so in such a manner that the person never even realizes that they are under any manner of influence.  usually, atmospheric changes during a meld could be used to sever the connection, but after it has already been done, the only way to repair the damage is to have the meld undone.  Other then that . . . people of strong mind can break free of it.  I've heard Cardassians are trained from childhood to not yield to Mind Melds, and other Vulcans can also overpower it if sufficiently triggered."

[ Jien Ives | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Edena (Kyia) Rez

Listening to Kiya when she spoke of the Vulcan mind-meld, Jien tried to find some meagre hope left in her heart that perhaps her crew had not willingly sided with Vasser, but instead been brainwashed to follow his command before the mutiny began. All she had was a brief comment from the traitor himself, and while there was some hope, Jien did not know which theory was most plausible any more.

Was Vasser right to abandon Starfleet ideals to fight the fleet they were trying to save, and in that there was no use risking their lives at the small chance of spreading the word? Alternatively, in order to save Starfleet, should one neither desist nor abandon the tenants you meant to preserve from alien influence... even at the cost of grave tactical disadvantages? Kiya was on his own side in this, but what of the others in the two crews?

The immediate question was if Vasser had used his Vulcan for his own benefit, regardless if the man was right or wrong. Then that would explain Sjaandin Fedd, among others. Cameron Henshaw was, however, something entirely else. The thought of her made her change... to his male form. 'He' was, of a sort, the slighted party. Jien had only been male when intimate with her. To think that she had infiltrated his very own Ready Room and used her body to earn his trust, even back on Theta Eridani IV. That was long before any talk of Starbase 84 and while Jien had ordered the construction of the phasing cloak. What was most evident was her rank making her overqualified to be his Yeoman. Even if she had been mind-melded by T'Rena back on the planet, it still make everything between them a bitter lie.

Having been unable to reach any definitive conclusions in his brief ruminations, and even changed back to his male form, he spoke to Kiya again. "Thank you, Doctor," he said quietly, looking towards her where she stood by the wall. He walked back to her and quietly took her hands into his own. While his own hands were calloused to bear the strain of his unarmed combat skills, he had never considered Edena's before, but now he knew he held the hands of a famous surgeon, who had used her hands to heal rather than to harm. While Edena's hands did not show such specific marks, Jien tried to imagine the hands of the woman who had...

It must have been the lack of oxygen that made him remember the time in the surgical suite, where they had partaken in Ishtar's game. Beyond the entity's cruel manipulation of what now lay between them, they had done what was required, and they had done it with great respect towards one another.

"I had not thought to end up alone with you again," he said quietly, trying to find something to fall back on in the madness around them, and Kiya was one facet of Edena that had never betrayed him. He had never met the grifter, but Edena had been a spy just as much as Jona had been when she first came aboard the Theurgy. Kiya had never been involved with Starfleet Intelligence beyond exposure to Jona and Edena, and that was a quality he cherished right then - when the world was falling apart around them.

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[ Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

The former SCO seemed to think the tables would be turned on Riptor and his commanding officers eventually, and it was likely words inspired by Carrgian Trent's speech on the intercom.

"Words, promises, spoken guarantees," said Riptor as he looked down on the Vulpinian - the line of sight obscured once his own cock sprung free - throbbing in all its roused glory. "In the end, they are just words without true merit... It is only our actions that outlive us. The imprint we leave on the Galaxy. " Riptor tilted his head to the side and chuckled, grabbing the base of his rigid arousal and brushing its crown across Renard's face.

"Suck it now," he said in addemendum, and he made sure to keep his phaser pointed at Renard's head. What made it all so much more arousing were the sounds of commotion in the room next door, and while Riptor did not care too much for women, he imagined Zaraq raping the Asurian little harlot with his thick and ridged instrument, and that made Riptor even more keen on having his way with Renard. "Bittersweet are my thoughts on our sitiation now, since T'Rena showed me the future, and I know that the Galaxy is already lost. So what does anything matter any more? Will Vasser succeed? Perhaps, but it might not be in our lifetime, and certainly not without more battles. Battles to be fought by our children, as far as I understand it, but what does our actions here and now lead to? Nothing, that's the answer. We are nothing more than breeding stock for the wars to come, so why should I care to limit myself in my own desires? There is nothing else for me out there than to breed and enjoy myself in full, so why not indulge myself completely when I can? I do think you should do so as well... Don't you agree?"

Grinning, Riptor stretched his neck - not caring about ought else than his own satisfaction now that he had been granted such a pristine opportunity.

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[ Zaraq | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

Zaraq was utterly distracted by the sudden exposure of the Asurian's upper body - uniform jacket torn and revealing a lot of creamy pale skin.

While primed for combat and to beat her into submission, his primal instincts were bent on mating when presented with such a sight. Klingon society was, actually, rather prude in its views on sexuality because of the honour system, and while having been exposed to Federation views since he was exiled, it had not exactly helped in that regard. He'd been forced to find his own ways to satisfy his urges, but so far, he had never gone so far as to take it by force. He had charmed and he had paid latinum, but neither method had granted him the opportunity of a sight such as Dyan's partially bared body. It was even better than he had imagined it since he first lay eyes on her.

The sight did, however, make him miss the fact that she ensnared his ankle with her tail, and she utterly unbalanced him when she got back on her feet. In futility, he tried to correct his stance, but it happened too fast, and he went down sideways - smashing a chair that lay on the floor to pieces at the end of his fall.

Snarling like a poked animal, Zaraq leaned down and seized the middle of her tail with his colossal fist. He pulled at it, hard, and meant to bring her down unto the floor of the interrogation room. From there, he would wrestle her down underneath himself - using his massive body and its weight for leverage. If required, and an opportunity presented itself, he would give her a backhand slap across the face to make his prey more pliant.

[ Miles Renard| Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Riptor

He laughed at the stupidity of Riptor's justifications, "You truly are without worth," he said. thinking to himself about the person before him.  Wondering was there anything about him that was worth sparing if he got the chance to put Riptor on the defensive.  Federation ethics, hi own peoples senses of ethics and beliefs, the recent encounter with his own creator everything blend together in turmoil of what do do if he had a chance.  Closing his eyes he reached out and took hold of the mans cock and opened his mouth.  Slowly he reached out with his tongue and began to lick the surface of the organ.  slowly he swirled the tongue around it pushing his head forwards as he took the organ into his mouth more fully.

What he was doing in away didn't feel bad or anything.  The taste if anything was mildly salty.  The texture not too awful different than sucking on Dyan's tongue.  the motion the action everything about it did nothing to disgust him.  But, the thought of bringing this sub-human pleasure almost made the bile rise up his throat.  Dispite the revulsion he continued.  Slowly, complying he reached around and grabbed at the males rear and squeezed it gently as he pulled himself in closer beginning to cuck on the cock more and more earnestly.  "yes" he thought to himself.  start enjoying yourself Start loosing yourself to my tongue you worthless piece of shit."  He thought as he felt the humans hips begin to move and felt a hand grab his head and force him further feeling the cock probe his throat enough to elicit a mild gag reflex.

Not that that in itself stopped the human at all.  If anything feeling Miles gag only made him want more.  He grabbed at the fox persons head and forced it against his shaft further moaning softly to himself as Miles's eyes shot open in shock as his throat filled with thick long cock spreading it wide.

A pleasurable tingle seemed to exist at miles core as he felt himself getting hard from felating the monster of a human male then gagging tears welling in his eyes from the mild choking he felt as a swell of meat making his throat bulge as the human began forcefully making miles deepthroat him.

Miles felt his cock grow hard from the treatment cursing how he seemed to enjoy it and tried to suppress the thoughts that he might even be enjoying this revolting human.   His eyes began to roll back from a bit of asphyxiation tears from the involuntary gag reflex reaction streaming down his face as Riptor shoved the entire length deep into the Vulpinian's throat making miles involuntarily start sucking and swallowing trying to swallow the organ down.

Pleased with the seemingly eager sucking he pulled out and grinned s miles Involuntarily began to pant.  His tongue lolled out of his mouth seemingly looking like the eager cock sucker Riptor was wanting to make the imprisoned SCO into.   "See? I told you I was going to make you my bitch"  he said taunting Miles.  "Suck it down."  he added Forcing the cock back down the Vulpinians throat making him wince again closing his eyes trying to think of anything to endure this treatment, trying to endure the shame as he felt himself beginning to enjoy having his throat utterly raped by Riptor as the Harbinger pilot continued to threateningly taunt Miles with the phaser which remained pressed to his temple.

[ USS Theurgy | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

She looked up at him trying to look somewhat defeated as her tail snaked its way around his ankle hell bent on fighting him. When the muscles of her tail flexed and yanked she watched with pleasure and amusement as she unbalanced her would be attacker. Still her time of gloating would be short lived as she scrambled to her feet knowing this fight was far from over. Her tail remained wrapped around his ankle ready to try and yank his feet out from under him again. If nothing else it would let  him know that she was not going to be an easy win. A deep growl would slip out in response to his own her eyes narrowing. It wasn't until she felt his hand gripping her tail she knew he was planing on tugging her down. She quickly tried to yank her tail free but he was too strong as he brought her down to the floor. She tried squirming and flipping before she felt his massive body and its weight coming down on her threatening to steal her breath from. A harsh backhanded slap across her cheek would sting but it would also make her mad. When his hand came close again her teethe would try and sink into any of his flesh she could. The more they would struggle the more she would come to realize that if she was going to get away from this with some energy left she was going to have to try something different. Maybe if she started giving him what he wanted he would let his guard down a little more allowing her to strike. Slowly she would let her legs spread as her fighting slowly started dying down hoping he would think she was growing tired.

[ Zaraq | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

While Zaraq managed to strike her and come away unscathed once, the second time drew the Asurian's bite - teeth sinking into carpus of his hand. He bared his teeth and snarled at her - right up in her face. In order to get his hand out of her mouth, he had to lay his elbow against her upper body and pry with a rough thumb into the side of her mouth - getting her jaw to unlock.

As soon as he got his bloodied hand loose, however, he found that he was gradually making progress. He got her thighs spread for him and he made sure to keep them that way by letting his torso weigh her down. The true test lay in keeping her from biting him and scratching him with her nails. And as he fought her, Zaraq came to realise just how close of a resemblance their actions held to that of Klingon mating rituals. It lay in his undeniable nature to appreciate the struggling he had to go though to claim her - the reward so close he could taste it. With Klingon women, this was no rape at all but fully consensual foreplay.

Zaraq began to tear Dyan's uniform open whenever he could reach - the chest ruined already but the waistline of her trousers was still fair game. Undergarments were quickly yanked at and torn like they were made of paper. He scraped her skin with his teeth - took the peak of one bared breast into his mouth and sucked hard at it. He did so with one massive hand to Dyan's face - holding her head flush to the floor. The promise of mating permeated his whole being, and he had grown hard from the scent of female, and the conquest of her.

With deft motions, he used his free hand to release his ridged phallus from its confines - his size evidence to how compelling Dyan was to him. His intent was to get inside her without delay, and he could barely think of ought else. He spat into his hand and reached own between their bodies, showing her the mercy of lubing the head of his
reproduction organ. Then, it was but a matter of entering her - to finally earn the experience of her body...

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OOC: I'm refraining from posting again with Riptor for two reasons, one being to facilitate an outcome previously discussed and also because the the rape-depiction-quota of mine has been traversed already as it is.

[ Jien Ives | Holding Cell A | Brig | Deck 07 ]

Kiya did not answer Jien. Not immediately and not in any way that he had expected. Her eyes were downcast as Jien held her hands, and when she looked up at him, she took a step forward - her parted lips slowly drawing close to his own. Her eyes were wide as she looked into his, as if she was afraid he would reject her before she could reach him, and still make sure he wanted her too. It was madness that Kiya wished to kiss him under the present circumstances, and yet he also remembered the real her - and the way she had kissed him before. He was not thinking clearly, not even remotely, and neither could she. They could barely breathe, and here they were about to reminisce, together. Her arms were sliding behind his neck, and he could feel her breath against his lips.

"I can't do this," she said, quite suddenly, and she fell back against the wall of their holding cells, hands open as if the touch of of his had burned her. Jien had moved to step after her, but the look in Edena's eyes stopped him short. Because it was Edena, and no longer Kiya Rez. It was his First Officer that faced him for the first time since they entered the cell - Jona having been the chosen presence to better fight the low setting of the life support systems. While Edena's tank top was slick with perspiration from the task of endurance, she was now winded for the first time - sucking air into her lungs at a rapid pace.

"You are right, of course, I..." Jien said, not sure what he ought to say. He had erred. "It was not my intention. Nor do I think Kiya had thought we..."

"No," protested Edena, shaking her head, "I mean, I can't do this anymore. This. Us. Jona and Kiya, and then me, together, serving in this position, because.... Because day by day, I learn more about Jona when I am around you, and I learn what he did when he served in Starfleet Intelligence. He has hidden too much from me."

Jien frowned, looking at Edena when she started to pace the holding cell, talking quickly and loudly, as if to override the protests of unseen people around her - Jona likely shouting at her, and the other two trying to mediate. "I am starting to... To make his priorities my own. His thoughts permeate my waking hours, triggered by the sight of you. Shut up! Just now, I saw it. When I saw the difference. When Jona and I were put into contrast with Kiya's opinion of you. I... I see how Jona has made me think, and I realise how unfit I have become to stand by your side. Kiya is right. You cannot abandon what Starfleet once was, and yet I find myself doubting because of him, and if I cannot... restrict Jona, he will end up betraying you. I know this because I am starting to know him more than I would like to. He is draining me of values I do not want to loose..."

Her eyes were closed, as if trying to shut out the sight of someone in the cell, and it was not Jien. Despite her shortness of breath she kept talking. "It's not just that... Jona may be a liability to this crew and our mission, but Kiya is... Kiya's feelings towards you have not abated since the Ishtar Entity forced the two of you together. I think she... she misses her husband, and is... You... I don't know, but it is not something that should reside between an Executive Officer and her Captain. It just can't."

Only then did Edena open her eyes, turning to face him. "I am sorry, Captain, but there is more... It is not just the former hosts. I did not want to tell you. The edict is still in effect since Niga... but I was not infected when you came for me back then. I remember everything, in detail, especially since we are here - where you attacked me." She closed her eyes again, as if trying to shut out the memories. They were in the very place where Jien's infected shadow had tried to rape her.

"I think it is the schism... The subconscious leverage that Jona has used to make me resent you, despite how I know it was not truly you. I am so sorry, Jien... for I know you need me so direly at this dark hour, but for all these conflicting and confusing reasons that crowd inside my head, I cannot be trusted. If we make it through this... I must resign my position at your side."

At a loss for words, Jien simply stared at her - not knowing what of everything that she had just said earned his voice the most. Yet as it were, he would not have the time to say anything...

...because that was when the sharp light detonated outside their forcefield - casting everything in whiteness.

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OOC: Only one more post from you, Cathreen Dawinter, and we have finished this thread!

[ Dyan | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Auctor Lucan

As she bit down into his flesh she was assaulted with so many different sensations. The sound of him snarling at her, the warmth of his breath against her cheek, the flavor of his blood on her tongue and the feeling of his thumb prying her mouth open. Slowly she would open her mouth feeling as though she had managed to take a small pound of flesh from him. Still by the time he had managed to pry his hand from her jaw would be sore from having bit down on him so hard. Even when he got his hand free she would still be fighting him. If he planned on clamming her as his prize it would be a hard win. As her legs slowly spread she could feel his torso weighing her down keeping pinned. Every time some of his skin would come close enough she would bite and scratch where she could.

The feeling of her uniform being torn away from her pale body would make her growl as her slender form tried to squirm away from him as much possible hating the feeling of being so exposed before someone like him. Her tail more then once lashed out trying to hit and bruise the side of his chest. When her undergarments that last line of her defenses was torn away her body would shutter slightly as the cool air of the interrogation room would brush against her moist pussy. "Zaraq I swear I am going to make you pay for this," she growled out feeling him taking one of her bared breast. As he sucked on it hard as much as she hated it the nipple would harden at the sensation. The pointed tips of her ears would twitch slightly as she heard the zipper being pulled down freeing what she could guess would be his erection. As he did she would squirm and struggle against him knowing what was about to come.

Closing her eyes she could feel the moist head of his organ brushing against her pale lips before he filled her as she growled lowly. It hurt but it also felt good on a pure primal level. Still a plan formed in her mind waiting tell he got lost in the feeling of mating before she would strike.

[ Daniel "Riptor" Ritwer | Interrogation Room 02 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Miles Renard

Oh, but Riptor was thoroughly enjoying himself - able to mix the threat of violence with bodily satisfaction. That it was the Theurgy's SCO sucking his cock heightened the glorious sense of victory - the spoils of war more than just a little sweet to him.

Looking down, he saw something below his proud and glistening length. He tilted his head, and since the Vulpinian worked back and forth - going fast and then slow and then fast again - he could glimpse that the Lieutenant Commander was aroused as well. Seeing that, Riptor's grip on his hand phaser tightened - knuckles whitening. He almost squeezed the button on his weapon too hard. No, not yet.

His free hand made its way into Renard's hair and he rolled his hips and dragged the Vulpinian closer - forcing him to gulp and swallow around the additional push. Yet to the SCO's credit, he didn't try to pull away.  So Riptor fucked his throat, relishing the ragged hitches and gags the Lieutenant Commander worked to keep down - the leak of precum rolling down his chin from his slackened jaw. Riptor could hear him draw breath through his nose as he bobbed his head, and it would not be long until Riptor woul-

The Red Alert was sounded, and Riptor looked around - almost forgetting to keep his phaser against the Vulpinian's head. Still there was no further detail added than that everyone had to report to battle stations, so Riptor just grinned at Renard where he sat. "Phantom will let me know when he needs me, so we still have some time to finish this. They will be using those mines to begin with anyway. Continue."

Likewise, Riptor resumed his pelvic thrusts, grunting with each push, and in the moments before he might come, he deliberated over whether he'd be satisfied with the man's mouth, or if he should lift him up on the table, fuck him, milk him and make him come over himself - to make him wear the shame of his desire towards someone like Riptor.

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[ Zaraq | Interrogation Room 03 | Brig | Deck 07 ] Attn: Cathreen Dawinter

Being Klingon, the lash of her tail excited Zaraq. As much as it hurt and how welts rose from his leathery skin, she was whipping him into a frenzy. Dyan told him she would make him pay for what was about to happen, and yet he only heard consent: That she had accepted what was coming for her and that she only wanted to be compensated for it. "Any price," he promised, licking the swollen mound of her other breast before he pressed the crown of his ridged length into her.

Oh, but he found her moist and ready for him. It was not something he had expected. That he'd excited her to the degree that her sex would accept his thick girth - accommodate the hard ridges that lined his shaft - no, he had thought her less pliant. He grunted in appreciation - his rough organ squirming along slick inner walls. His ridges sawed across her clitoris on the way inside her, and again as he pulled back. Like that, he now found himself mating with Dyan Cardamone - the prize that he had secretly hoped for since he first lay eyes on her.

That she growled, squirmed and struggled against him merely kept his idea of foreplay continuing into the act itself. He wanted to ask her how she felt, but expected nothing would make her admit to such a thing. Instead he kept moving - pushing himself deep into her and teasing her clit with his Klingon ridges. Females loved his unique reproduction organ and he gave it to her in full - hilting it and grinding the last inches into the woman. He kept appreciating her breasts with his mouth, keeping her arms locked over his head.

That was when the Red Alert was sounded, and Zaraq growled in sharp displeasure. He wanted no distractions. No outside interference. He was finally mating with Dyan Cardamone, and he planned to savour it as much as he possibly could. Let the ship burn for all I care.

- Fin