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Title: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on April 27, 2018, 01:39:06 PM
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[Tesserarius Lorad | Personal Quarters | Sub-Level 05 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad had returned late the previous evening from a mission. He and his unit were not due to report for debriefing until midday and he was using the extra time to catch up on some quality rest. Unfortunately, that was not to be as Lorad was shaken awake by the distant rumbles of what Lorad recognised as orbital weapons fire. Someone was bombarding the area near their base.

Lorad rolled out of his bunk and straightened up just in time to be knocked back to his knees as the ground shook from another impact. And this one was closer. Lorad quickly dressed as the base continued to shake from nearby impacts, all the time wondering how long before one of those shots actually hit the base proper. Slipping on his vest, he ensured that his visor was secure in one of the internal pockets. The visor was a gift from his Romulan mother, Pakena, and while she would never replace his birth mother, Minuk, in his heart, there was room for her as well. And for his sister Samala.

Half Reman, half Romulan, Samala was the apple of her father's eye, or so the human phrase went. He had learnt it from a Holonovel that Pakena had translated into Reman. And while the words and phrases didn't always make sense, the characters in the story acted the same way that his father acted with Samala.

Another impact rattled the room, throwing Lorad across the room. That had been a close one, Lorad could tell. Steadying himself, Lorad turned to retrieve his weapons when the center of the room was blocked by the incoming transportation of three Romulan soldiers.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 04, 2018, 04:23:01 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad | Personal Quarters | Sub-Level 05 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad had one advantage in this situation; the poor planning of the Romulans. They had teleported into the room, side by side and all facing the same direction. And Lorad was behind them.

Seizing the initiative, Lorad sprang into action. Creeping up behind them, Lorad kicked out the right knee of the Romulan on the left, turning and isolating him from the fight. Grasping the center Romulan, he shoved him to the right into his companion with all his strength, sending the two of them to the floor as well. As one of the Romulans tried to raise his disruptor, Lorad stomped on his forearm and shattered the bones within under his heavy boot. Without hesitation, Lorad knelt down and grabbed onto the injured Romulan’s head at the jaw and occipital bones. With a sharp wrench, Lorad broke the man’s neck before gathering up his fallen disruptor and shooting his dazed companion.

As Lorad turned to third Romulan, he instead found himself staring down the barrel of a disruptor. The hand holding it was trembling but that made it no less dangerous. Lorad considering trying to say something witty but he never received the opportunity before a disruptor pulse hit the hand, vaporising it, before a second one impacted his torso. The Romulan collapsed to the side and moved no further.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 05, 2018, 06:58:49 AM
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[Tesserarius Lorad | Personal Quarters | Sub-Level 05 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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“What did I teach you about making sure that your opponents were dealt with correctly?” the familiar voice of his father asked from the now open doorway, a disruptor carbine in his hands.

"In my defence, I was not expecting three Romulans to beam into my quarters," Lorad said as he stood back up with the Romulan disruptor still in hand. "What is happening? How did they find us?"

"I'm not sure. 20 minutes ago, a pair of D'deridex warbirds decloaked in orbit and began to bombard the continent from orbit," his father related. "It was obvious that they knew we were here but not where. The Tachi was out testing some modifications and came back. They were able to eliminate one of the warbirds but they were then engaged by 4 Mogai-class warbirds. So far, they have killed one and are working on the rest. But it is prevented from targeting the other D-deridex that is continuing its bombardment."

"The bombardment must be disrupting the power grid," Lorad realised. "That is how they got through the magnetic shield.

"It is," his father confirmed. "The shield is fluctuating and gaps are opening and closing. The Romulans are beaming in small groups to try and shut down power to the shield completely. I eliminated one such group not far from here."

"They are after the data cores," Lorad stated as he thought about what the Romulans would want.

"The cores, tech, prisoners," his father listed. "The Romulans will take it all if they can and try to build their own ships and weapons. We will not let that happen."

"The self-destruct?" Lorad wondered.

"Indeed," his father said. "It will detonate in 57 minutes. Less, if the Romulans breach the control centre or the archives."

"Evacuation plan?" Lorad asked as his training asserted itself.

"Everyone is being sent to either the Mek'leth or the main shuttlebay. The Tachi will provide cover," his father briefed. "Grab your gear, we have to find your mother and sister quickly."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 08, 2018, 01:37:32 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad | Corridor | Sub-Level 05 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad and his father advanced quickly but quietly down each side of the corridor they were in, disruptors at the ready. The bombardment had continued but so far neither believed that anything important had been hit. They were just coming up to a junction when 5 Romulans beamed into the space before them.

Neither of the Remans hesitated as they opened fire almost before the intruders had completely rematerialised. The five Romulans never had a chance against the two shock troopers with none of them even managing to get a shot off before they were killed.

"That was a larger group," Lorad observed as he looked down the connecting corridors.

"The largest I have seen as well," his father agreed. "The shield must be weakening. We have to hurry."

"We should split up then," Lorad proposed as he looked at his father. With what time they had left, it was the best option.

"Agreed. You go after your sister," his father commanded. "She should have been at her Kormerek lesson on level 4." Lorad's mind flashed back to his own lessons years earlier. The Remans had appropriated the Romulan martial art and adapted it to their own use. The brutality remained but the stigma against blocking was removed. When paired with knives or sticks, the most common weapons available to any Reman, slave or soldier, it was a formidable skill their enemies were forced to overcome.

"Where will we meet?" Lorad asked.

"The briefing rooms on level 3," his father said. "Now go, we do not have time to waste."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 21, 2018, 05:42:51 AM
[Tesserarius Lorad | Corridor | Sub-Level 05 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad had considered using the primary lift shaft to ascend to level 4 but had found his way blocked by another group of five Romulans. Not liking his chances without help, Lorad had backtracked to a secondary emergency shaft and climbed up the ladder within to the next level.

The Romulans had been prepared for this, posting a pair of guards to stop anyone trying to enter the shaft. But they were not prepared for an angry Reman exiting the shaft, weapons at the ready. Lorad had easily shot one guard in the head before stabbing the second one in the throat. Now their green blood emptied into to shadows at the base of the shaft they had been guarding. And their killer; he padded off down the corridor in search of his sister.

Samala may only have been Lorad’s half-sister by blood but he had never treated her differently; regardless of her familial connection or hybrid status. Samala was the daughter of his father, a full-blooded Reman and Pakena, his Romulan stepmother. Her, Lorad had had to grow used to but she had worn him down eventually. And she had borne his sister.

His sister. Samala was an oddity on the base. There were other hybrids on the base; 2 in fact. But unlike the others which tended to favour either their mother or their father, Samala was almost an even split in her appearance. She had her mother’s smooth skin but instead of the dark chestnut of her mother, thanks to her father, it had lightened to what Pakena had called a Terran Caucasian. She retained the pointed ears of both her mother and father and her brow ridges, a typical Romulan trait, were more subdued. She had brown hair that hung down to her shoulders, another difference from the other two hybrids who were both hairless.

But perhaps the most unique trait about his sister was that she was telepathic. They weren’t sure if it came from her Romulan or Reman blood but to them it didn’t matter. She was what she was, and they wouldn’t change anything.

He was approaching the training rooms when he heard the sound of Romulan disruptor fire and the death scream of a male. Locating the door he thought it was from, Lorad reared back and kicked it open before stepping through.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 22, 2018, 05:17:14 PM
[Samala | Kormerek Training Room | Sub-Level 04 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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She had thought she had avoided detection when she had ducked into the training room as the two Romulans materialised in the hallway. But cornered as she was now by three Romulans, she realised she had made a mistake. Not that it mattered now. Samala kept her back to the wall as the three males entered the room; their disruptor rifles held casually. Seeing this, Samala realised they couldn't see the knife at the small of her back and assumed she was unarmed and not a threat to them.

"Easy girl," one of the Romulans said. He, judging from his uniform, was one of the two that had just transported in. He and his companion's clothes were clean while the third Romulan's were dirty, bloody and torn. "Surrender and you won't be harmed."

"And why should I believe you?" Samala asked as she took another step back, careful to keep the knife hidden from view.

"You are a fellow Romulan," the other clean-clothed Romulan stated. "Would you not take us at our word?"

"The world of a Romulan enslaver?" Samala queried in derision. They didn't know what she was. "You must think I am a fool."

"Don't be like the animals that scurry about in these tunnels," the dirty Romulan chided. "All they do is hide and die in their holes." And that caused one of Samala's hidden talents to flare up. Because, unknown to her three assailants, Samala was a telepath.

Ever since the rumbles had started, Samala had been forced to contend with the fear. Oh, she wasn't an empath but the thoughts of everyone on the base within her range, all thinking the same thing, with the same images in their minds overwhelmed her neophyte abilities to keep them out. And that caused her to feel fear as well. She would have had to be an emotionless Vulcan not to feel fear.

When the Romulans had begun to transport into the base, that fear had turned to panic and then terror as the Romulans attacked. Fighting against the images, Samala had come back to get her pack from her room down the next corridor when she had been forced to dash into the training room. Thankfully, the majority of the thoughts had stopped as she had moved away from others. But she was weary and her ability to block thoughts overtaxed. And the strong thoughts coming from the dirty man pushed aside what shielding she had tried to maintain.

He was reliving a memory of an earlier altercation. He had beamed into the base with two others and they immediately set out to begin their tasks of capturing Remans for interrogation and disabling the magnetic shield protecting the base. They had just turned the corner when they came face to face with a family; a father, mother and two small children. Samala even recognised the mother from the man's thoughts. Before the Romulans could do anything, the father had shouted for his family to run as he drew his knife and charged the Romulans.

What followed was a frenzy and blur but it ended with this Romulan standing over the corpses of both his friends and the Reman father. Catching a glimpse of the escaping family dashing into a small storeroom in an attempt to hide, he gathered up his fallen rifle and pursued them. He had even offered them the option to surrender but he mother had shot at him with a disruptor. Not seeing a way to get them out without injuring himself, the Romulan had primed a plasma grenade and stuffed it through the door.

The memory ended there as the Romulan considered just shooting her in the leg. Samala was about to retort when she felt another mind approaching. It was her brother, Lorad's mind. He was searching for her. Calling out wasn't an option nor was any other way to gain his attention. The dirty Reman was too twitchy. But that could work in her favour.

"First, I'm one of those animals," Samala announced as she smiled at the three Romulans, revealing her elongated canines. They weren't anything special but they did the perfect job in showing that she wasn't 100% Romulan.

"Mongrel!" One of the clean Romulans hissed. Samala wasn't sure which as she concentrated on where Lorad was. He was about 20 metres away. 

"Second, her name was Siratek and her children were Riakad and Tirarix," she revealed. That took a moment but realisation dawned on the dirty Romulan.

"She's a telepath!" He shouted as he tightened his grip on his rifle. Perfect.

"And lastly," Samala said as she twisted her body slightly in preparation. "My brother's outside." That had the desired result of all three men starting to turn around to face the door. And it was this movement that heralded Samala's attack. 

Dropping her right hand to the small of her back, Samala gripped the knife handle. Snapping her am forward, she threw her knife into the left leg of the dirty Romulan. He cried out in pain but it was too late; Samala had followed her knife and was upon him. She kneed him in the groin and rode his body to the ground as she reached for his weapon. Gripping the barrel of the disruptor, she pushed it in the direction of the other two Romulans before tugging on it. This caused the Romulan's finger, frozen in pain over the trigger, to pull it and fire the weapon.

The first shot took the closest Romulan square in the chest, dropping him to his knees. The second shot, meant for his companion, instead obliterated his head. Samala kept on tugging on the weapon, causing it to fire several more times before she finally managed to shoot the stunned Romulan. With a final tug, she ripped the weapon from the Romulan's hand and reached for her knife.

"For those you have killed," Samala declared as she twisted the knife, causing the Romulan immense pain, before pulling it out. She was rewarded with a spurt of blood from the wound; some of which hit the side of her face. She had pierced his Femoral artery. Unsatisfied, Samala buried her knife in the Romulan's heart, causing him to scream one last time as his life left him.

From outside, she could see Lorad's mind as he reacted to what he had heard. A moment later, her brother kicked in the door.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 23, 2018, 05:39:37 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad | Kormerek Training Room | Sub-Level 04 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad entered the training room, side arm up and ready to fire but he quickly realised that it wasn’t necessary. Among the bodies of three dead Romulans, he found his sister Samala; knife in hand and with green blood on her cheek. Making a quick scan of the situation, Lorad deduced what had occurred.

“Sister,” Lorad greeted Samala.

“Brother,” Samala replied in kind as she stood up.

“Did he really deserve the knife in the heart? You did sever his Femoral artery,” Lorad questioned.

“Siratek, Riakad and Tirarix were hiding in a storeroom. He killed them with a plasma grenade,” Samala explained. “I saw it through his eyes.”

“I did not realise Romulans were so patient,” Lorad noted as he tapped the two Romulans who were shot with his boot. Neither flinched.

“You still don’t understand,” Samala said. “In the mind, time isn’t constant. A lifetime can feel like an instant or an instant, a lifetime.”

“And it is times like this that I am glad I am not a telepath,” Lorad pointed out.

“I wouldn’t wish my ability on anyone,” Samala whispered as she lent down and pulled her knife free before wiping it clean on the Romulan’s clothes. “The cost…is too high.”

“I know, sister,” Lorad conceded. He had wished more than once that he could do something to help his sister with her telepathy. But unless he somehow became a telepath himself, there wasn't anything he knew he could do. “We have to go. The base…”

“Is being evacuated. I know,” Samala finished. “How long do we have?”

“A little over 35 minutes,” Lorad responded after checking the chronometer on the wall. “We have to hurry.”

“I was on my way to get my gear when this happened,” Samala explained. “My new quarters are just around the corner.”

“Lead the way,” Lorad said as he stepped to the side to allow his sister to pass.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 25, 2018, 05:09:53 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad & Samala  | Samala’s Personal Quarters | Sub-Level 04 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad stood in the doorway of his sister’s quarters, guarding the passageway as she stuffed items into a bag. She hadn’t said anything since they had left the training room and it was starting to worry him. He had seen the price his sister had paid before for seeing another’s memories of something terrible. His own being the first.

It had been about 6 months since the start of the Dominion War and Lorad was returning home after a particularly bad battle. Their warbird had been disabled and boarded by the Jem’Hadar and the resulting fighting had continued for almost 2 days before help arrived. Afterwards he had been allowed to return home while his unit was returned to full strength and a replacement ship procured.

He had entered the home and greeted each of them without issue but a question from Pakena had caused him to flashback to the events on the ship. Without warning, Samala had started screaming and crying before running off to shut herself in her room. That was the day he discovered that his 12-year old sister was a telepath. She had seen the memories in his mind as he had relived them. And he still carried the guilt of it to this day. They were not something she should have ever seen.

“You can stop feeling guilty,” Samala said from across the room as she finished zipping up a full-body suit before reaching for leather belt, complete with two disruptor pistols in thigh holsters. “I do not blame you.”

“You should,” Lorad countered. “Because of me, you experienced events that I hoped no one would ever need to know the full details of. I should be begging your forgiveness.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” Samala declared as she moved her knife from the scabbard on her discarded training belt to the one on her gun belt. “I would have experienced traumatic memories sooner of later. At least with you, I had someone who I could talk to and try to understand why you did what you did.”

“I’m still sorry,” Lorad said as he watched his sister pick up and shoulder her pack. “Have you gotten any better with those?” He asked as he indicated her disruptor pistols that their father had given her.

“I’d like to think so,” Samala replied. “But I guess we’ll find out. You lead.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 26, 2018, 04:46:54 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad & Samala  | Corridor | Sub-Level 03 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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They had made it back to the secondary emergency shaft that Lorad had used to get to level 04 and had used to climb up to level 03. They were headed towards the briefing rooms when their path was blocked by the arrival of 5 Romulans. With no cover to conceal them, they had no choice but to attack.

Dashing forward, Lorad speared the center Romulan through the group, collapsing him to the ground in pain. Rolling to his knees, he drew his knife with his left hand and slashed at the knees of the closest Romulan. His strike connected, disabling the Romulan and dropping him to the ground.

Samala, surprised by the arrival of the Romulans, recovered quickly and drew her disruptors. She had favoured the dual pistols ever since joining her brother in one of the few holonovels that they had available. It was something the Terrans called a ‘Western’. In it she had used a pair of guns called colts to good effect and had taken up the same style beyond the novel. Now though, she found her shots blocked by her brother diving forward.

But his plan soon became apparent as the Romulans that were still standing all turned to engage the Reman in their midst; abandoning their training in the face of the immediate threat that Lorad presented. She watched as Lorad disabled a second Romulan with his knife before rolling away to the side and clearing Samala’s line of fire.

Wasting not a moment, Samala opened up with both of her weapons in concert, easily firing more times than was necessary to kill the three Romulans still standing. Once they had all collapsed to the ground, Samala stepped forward to execute the other two but Lorad beat her to it as he shot them both in the head with his own weapon.

Recovering his knife, Lorad and his sister began making their way down the corridor towards the rendezvous with their father and mother.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 28, 2018, 01:30:36 PM
[Tesserarius Lorad & Samala  | Briefing Rooms | Sub-Level 03 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ] 
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"I need a sword," Samala declared as the two of them approached the briefing rooms. They had not encountered any more Romulans to their relief. But they had also not encountered any remans either; alive or dead.

"You don't need a sword," Lorad stated. While he had learnt how to engage sword users in training, he had never seen a Reman use one in Combat. Only knives.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my knife," Samala declared as they paused to check a side tunnel before continuing. "But I would love something with a little more reach."

"That's what your disruptors are for," Lorad pointed out. "And I thought you said you had gotten better with them. You fired enough shots to kill a dozen Romulans back there."

"I wanted to make sure they were dead," Samala argued with a smile. "But you know there are times only a blade will work. Surely me having a second one would give me options."

"I..." Lorad began as he mulled that one over. Having a second blade would give her options. And her physical stature did limit her reach. "What kind of sword would you want?"

"I don't know. Something with a longer blade, obviously. But not too heavy or it would slow me down," Samala described and Lorad had to agree with her deductions. "I think I need to talk to father about it."

"I agree," Lorad said. They were coming up to the first briefing room when their father and Pakena appeared in the tunnel ahead of them.

"Father!" They both exclaimed as they saw his injured arm and rushed over.

"I'm alright," he said as he holstered his pistol. "Just getting slow in my old age."

"No, this is from attacking 6 Romulans on your own," Pakena chastised as she checked the bandage on the wound. "But your father is right. He'll be fine once I can treat it properly."

Further conversation was stalled by a tremendous rumble through the underground structure. All four of them looked at the ceiling as several cracks appeared.

"What was that?" Pakena asked. She was the least educated when it came to explosions but even she knew that a blast of that size wasn't good.

"It's not the power core or we'd be dead," Lorad said.

"Could have been a disruptor bolt from the D'deridex hitting right over the base," Samala considered.

"Only a high-powered shot would do that and there is too much risk for the Romulans to cause secondary damage doing it," their father pointed out. "No, that was the hanger. They penetrated the rock over it and set off one or more of the ships within."

"By all that... it will be a disaster up there," Pakena gasped as her hand covered her mouth. Samala moved to comfort her mother as she focused on keeping her mind closed.

"Father, anyone left alive up there will be going for the transporters," Lorad said.

"If they are still operational," his father agreed. "We need to find another way off this planet."

"What about the maintenance hangar?" Samala asked suddenly. "There are ships there that can fly."

"It's on the other side of the base to the main hangar and the transporters. And it is deeper into the rock," their father said, his mind at work.

"All we'd have to do is kill any Romulans that try to stop us," Lorad noted.

"It's our best chance with the time left," their father stated. "But we must hurry."

Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 03, 2018, 11:25:23 AM
[ Samala | Corridor Adjacent To Maintenance Hangar | Sub-Level 02 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ] 

"How much time do we have?" Samala asked as they waited for Lorad to climb out of the access shaft. They had had to climb up the ladder to level 02 to get to the maintenance hangar. But two dead Romulans later, and they were as close to a way off the planet as they had been since the Romulans had arrived.

"Less than 15 minutes," Pakena answered as Lorad began to emerge from the shaft. "We must hurry."

"Samala, in what condition are the ships in the hangar?" Her father asked her. Samala considered her response based on when she had seen the maintenance board the previous evening.

"There are 4 ships in the hangar that can fly. Two Kestrels that were going to be returned to service today after they had had a final test flight. There is a Hawk that was brought in because it lost all power to weapons and shields. It flies, it just can't fight," Samala described as Lorad finished exiting the shaft.

"Or protect itself," Lorad commented, having heard the conversation as he had climbed.

"The cloak still works," Samala stated.

"You mentioned a fourth ship," Pakena interjected. "What is wrong with that?"

"A fault in the starboard disruptor array shorted out the cloak. It was decided to go ahead with the biobed install while the cloak was disabled and then fix it. You know how the biobeds always caused issues with the cloak power matrix," Samala replied to her mother. "We fixed the fault in the array so it is fully armed. The biobeds were going to be installed today."

"And the cloak is disabled," Samala's father clarified. "Can you fix it?"

"We fixed the damage," Samala stated. "The cloak should just need reinitialising and maybe a few adjusts in power flow optimisation. I've been doing that for almost a year now."

"Under supervision," Lorad said. While he had every confidence in his sister's abilities as an engineer, they far outstripped his own, this was their survival at stake. "You won't have that this time."

"I can do it," Samala declared confidently.

"Then we'll take the Hawk," their father decided. "It's capabilities far outstrip a Kestrals. And Samala can fix anything that is still broken."

"As you say, father," Lorad deferred.

"Lorad, take you sister on ahead to the bay," their father said as he reached for his pack. "I'll jam this door so that the Romulans cannot follow us."

"What of any fellow Remans?" Pakena wondered after Lorad and Samala had begun to move away towards the hangar.

"It is too late now," their father declared somewhat coldly as he pulled out a plasma grenade from his pack. "This base will be gone in minutes."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 07, 2018, 03:51:49 AM
[ Tesserarius Lorad & Samala | Corridor Adjacent To Maintenance Hangar | Sub-Level 02 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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“How many do you think managed to make it to the Mek’leth?” Samala asked as the two approached the door to the Hangar.

“I do not know,” Lorad responded as he turned back to look at his father working on the access door. “Hopefully it has already left or there will not be much left when the self-destruct detonates.”

“It would have a better chance of making orbit than one of the shuttles,” Samala reasoned as she moved to the door control panel.

“But our cloaks?” Lorad asked. “Would they not protect us from detection?”

“They should,” Samala replied as she punched in the code. “But there is always a way around. Shinzon discovered that in the ‘Bloom’. He should have won easily but he lost to a Betazoid female. Who’s to say the Romulans haven’t figured out a way to penetrate our cloaks. They found this base after all.”

“I see you point,” Lorad conceded. He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I hope the Tachi is ok.”

“It shouldn’t have any difficulties. It may not have had a full load of torpedoes, but all of its disruptor banks worked. As did its cloak and shields,” Samala stated as the door began to open. “Zaria still the Secondary Tactical Officer?”

“She is,” Lorad answered. “I was going to see her tonight. We were to share a meal.”

“I’m sorry brother,” Samala commiserated.

“It is not your fault,” Lorad assured his sister. “And it was only a meal.”

“As you say,” Samala said with a soft smile as the two of them looked back down the corridor to where their mother and father were just leaving the access door for the shaft. They had barely taken half a dozen steps when 9 Romulans transported into the corridor between the two pairs.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 08, 2018, 06:18:49 AM
[ Tesserarius Lorad & Samala | Corridor Adjacent To Maintenance Hangar | Sub-Level 02 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]
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Lorad’s training took over as he pushed his sister away from the hangar door and into cover down a side corridor; all while drawing his sidearm and firing. His aim proved true as one of the Romulans went down with a wound to the chest. Disruptor bolts from the Romulans impacted the wall behind them as they took shelter, showing that these Romulans were better trained than others they had encountered. Lorad sneaked a look around the corner, ducking back as several shots came his way.

“How bad?” Samala asked, her hands filled with her own pistols.

“3 dead or dying in the corridor. Only one of them is mine,” Lorad explained. “The other 6 Romulans have taken shelter in two of them rooms between us and father. What are they?”

“Just meeting rooms. It’s where we hold training courses on new equipment,” Samala answered, flinching as several more shots hit the wall, showering them in dust. “Could you see mother and father?”

“No, but they are ok,” Lorad said, silently hoping that he was right.

“How can you be sure?” Samala asked.

“2 dead Romulans in the corridor and more shots coming from the other end of it,” Lorad stated as he lent around and fire off two shots, discouraging the Romulans from leaving the shelter of their cover. “Can you reach mother or father?”

“I, ah, haven’t tried,” Samala stammered, realising what her brother meant. It was at the farthest reaches of her range but she was familiar with their minds so that helped.

“Can you?” Lorad prodded. “Time is running out.”

“Hold on,” Samala said as she holstered her pistols and tried to focus her mind over the combat taking place around the corner. She reached out mentally, searching for the familiar feel of her mother’s mind and the Duranium wall that was her father’s. She had to focus past the open minds of the Romulans, ignoring all the violent thoughts they were having. “I found them,” shouted Samala. “They are right at my limit.”

“Can you talk with them?” Lorad asked as he fired again, grazing one of the Romulans who had overextended.

“Mother’s mind is all turbulent. She’s in pain. I cannot reach her,” Samala responded, concern flooding her voice. “Let me try father.” Lorad stayed silent as his sister focused, firing around the corner at irregular intervals to keep the Romulans pinned down. He was about to fire again when his find felt enveloped by something he had never felt before. It was like it was surrounded, enclosed by something and then it seemed as if a door opened inside his head.

“Lorad, Samala,” their father’s voice echoed through their minds. Lorad turned to his sister to ask how she was doing this but the look on her face, her eyes as wide as he had ever seen them, told him all he needed to know. She wasn’t doing this.

“Father, how?” Lorad said softly. It was immediately apparent to him that the question was redundant; he knew how. He had always assumed that Samala’s ability came from Pakena, not their father.

“You know how, Lorad,” his father’s voice echoed through his mind with force and clarity; a symbol of his strength and skill.

“Father, you never said,” Samala’s voice chimed in inside Lorad’s head. He was still looking at his sister and her mouth hadn’t moved. She was speaking telepathically.

“No, I didn’t,” their father confirmed. There was a pause and then her spoke again. “Lorad, you need to take your sister and go.”

“Without you father?” Lorad asked yet knowing that his father wouldn’t have said it without meaning it.

“Yes, without us,” his father confirmed. “We can’t make it.”

“We aren’t leaving you father,” Samala declared adamantly. “We can get to you.”

“NO!!” their father practically shouted. “There isn’t time. You have to go now.”

“What aren’t you saying father?” Lorad asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. Or his sister to know. “We can take the Romulans.”

“Even if we did,” their father began. He didn’t speak for a moment and Lorad heard disruptor fire from down the corridor. “There isn’t enough time. You have to go now.”

“Father, mother isn’t speaking and all I can get from her is thoughts of pain,” Samala said. “What aren’t you telling us.”

“We aren’t making it,” their father declared again, his focus wavering for a moment and Lorad realised why.

“How bad are you both hurt?” he asked as he fired around the corner again. As he was ducking back, he caught sight of a transporter beaming in more Romulans in one of the meetings rooms. “More Romulans just transported into the room across from our position.”

“Got it,” their father acknowledged. “I took a glancing hit to my left leg. Enough to keep me from putting weight on it. That same shot also hit your mother in the back. I don’t know how bad, but she hasn’t moved since she fell.”

“Mother!” Samala shouted, both verbally and telepathically. Lorad feared he would have to physically restrain her but she didn’t move.

“She can hear you Samala, but she can’t reply through the pain,” their father said. “You need to go. Time is almost up.”

“How much?” Lorad asked as he took another shot.

“Less than 5 minutes,” their father said. “Catch!” Lorad looked out just in time to see something flying at him. He realised it was his father’s gun belt and knife as it landed right at the corner’s edge.

“Father, I…” Lorad began but found he couldn’t finish.

“They are yours now my son,” Lorad’s father said, even his telepathic voice carrying the emotion he felt. “Bring them honour.”

“I will,” Lorad promised.

“Now go, my son,” Pakena’s voice suddenly erupted into their heads for but a moment before it disappeared again.

“MOTHER!” Samala shouted as she jumped to her feet and drew her disruptors. Lorad had barely moved to stop her when she stepped out from the corner, weapons blazing. Lorad scampered to his feet as he snatched up the belt from the ground. Bringing up his own disruptor, he added his fire to his sister’s barrage even as he passed behind her and wrapped the arm holding the belt around his sister’s waist. Using all his strength, he picked his sister up and began to back into the hangar.

From the other end of the hallway, his father appeared, rolling into view while firing Pakena’s disruptor and throwing a plasma grenade at the room where Lorad had seen the Romulan’s transport into. His fire pinned the occupants in the second room even as the grenade detonated within the first room. The explosion caused everyone to duck for cover long enough for Lorad and Samala to enter the hangar; Lorad slamming his disruptor against the door controls to shut the doors.

As the Romulans in the second room recovered and began to shoot back at their father, he looked down at his children through the closing doors.

“Take care my children,” his voice filled their heads. “Lorad, protect your sister.” And then he broke the connection as the doors shut; Samala’s disruptor blasts hitting the door several times before she stopped firing.

“I promise,” Lorad uttered vocally within the silent hangar.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 09, 2018, 01:22:38 PM
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Samala’s arms fell to her sides as her mind tried to process what had just happened. Her mother could be dead, and her father probably was after drawing all of the Romulans’ attention to allow Lorad and her to escape.

“Samala,” Lorad called as he set her down on her feet. She was numb. What did she do now? “Samala! This is not the time. We need to get out of here. Which ship is it?”

“It’s, um…” Samala began but didn’t finish as her mind whirled. They were gone. They were safe right; right behind them. And now they weren’t. “I don’t know.”

“Samala, I…” Lorad started before stopping abruptly. He turned her around, laying his clawed hands on her shoulders. “I know this is hard to comprehend, and I cannot know how you feel right now. But they did what they did for us. So that we could survive.”

Survive. Yes, that is what they had wanted. Her mother and father had died so that Lorad and she could live. And with the realisation, Samala’s mind snapped into clarity.

“That one,” Samala indicated as she holstered her disruptors. “But I need you to open the hangar doors while I get the ship ready.”

“How do I do that?” Lorad asked. He was unfamiliar with this section of the base.

“Control room over there,” Samala said, pointing off to the side. Console facing the doors. You can’t miss it.” As her brother ran off, Samala headed for the ship with only one thought on her mind.

I will survive. And to the Pit with anyone who tries to stop me!
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 11, 2018, 11:56:38 AM
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Lorad ran. He had to run. Time demanded it. Each moment in his head seemed to last an eternity as he ran towards the control room that his sister said controlled the doors. It dawned on him as he ran that he had never even seen the external entrance to this bay. The main hangar was hidden in the cliff wall of a canyon; the door camouflaged to look like the external rock. But this one, he had no idea. And now, it didn't matter. In minutes, there wouldn't be a door, a hangar or even a base; it would all be gone and their sole objective at the moment was to not be here when that event occurred.

Lorad entered the control room and immediately sought out the console that faced the external doors. Finding it was easy enough and Lorad began to scan the controls for the one that would activate the door mechanism.

"Where is it?" Lorad said to himself as his eyes flashed over the buttons. He idly wondered if shooting the console would open the doors before dismissing the thought. "There!" Lorad shouted as he finally found the right button. Slamming his hand down on it, he was rewarded with the sounds of the doors opening; a sound that was matched by the view of them doing the same thing when he looked up and out of the control room window. His task completed, Lorad dashed back out the door.

He had almost made it back to their escape ship, the rear ramp just meters away, when the door they had entered through and sealed behind them, exploded inward. The force of the explosion sent Lorad reeling to the side where he landed behind a stack of crates; thankfully out of sight but now cut off from their ship, and his sister.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 17, 2018, 05:49:56 PM
[ Samala | Maintenance Hangar | Sub-Level 02 | Secret Reman Shipbuilding Facility | Bacury III ]

Samala was in the pilot's seat, preparing the ship for launch, when she heard the explosion. Using a side monitor, she pulled up the rear ramp camera to find out what it was and where her brother was? The monitor showed the doors they had sealed were now smoking rubble on the ground as several Romulans entered the hangar, their disruptors at the ready.

"Not good," Samala uttered to herself as her eyes scanned the screen, searching for her brother. She was just about to change the view when she spotted movement behind a stack of crates near the rear ramp. Reaching out with her mind, Samala searched for her brother's even as she continued to prepare for launch. "Lorad!" Samala practically shouted when she touched his mind. On the monitor, she saw Lorad's head pop up and stare at the ship before ducking back down. "Just think your words and I'll hear them."

"Like this," Lorad thought.

"Like that," Samala confirmed. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, just some grazes," Lorad replied as Samala watched up check his surroundings, careful to stay concealed from the slowly advancing Romulans. "But I am cut off from the ship. It's too far for me to reach it before I am shot."

"I'm working on that," Samala said as she climbed from her seat and moved back to the tactical station. Manipulating the controls, Samala transferred control of the primary disrupt cannon and the aft disruptor array to the pilot's station before moving back there. Seating herself and rechecking her consoles, Samala switched her attention to the monitor, waiting for the right moment. "Get ready brother. On my signal."

Samala watched and waited as the Romulans slowly advanced, lowering the power level of the rear array as they neared her brother. She saw Lorad shift on his feet as he feared being detected but just as the closest Romulan was about to come within line-of-sight, Samala activated the array.

A green energy beam erupted from the array above the rear ramp of the ship, impacting the bare wall behind the ship and sending debris and dust everywhere.

“Now, brother,” Samala called out but Lorad was already moving. He dashed across the open space between where he had hidden and the ship. A disruptor pulse from a Romulan behind him impacted the ramp ahead of him but Lorad ignored it as he rushed up and into the ship, slamming his hand on the ramp control panel once he was aboard.

“Go!” Lorad shouted but Samala was already ahead of him. Bringing the ship into a hover, she retracted the landing gear while readjusting the power to the rear array. Once the ramp was up and secured, Samala began to slowly move the ship forward and through the doors into the tunnel beyond, raising the shields as she did. She heard her brother enter the cockpit but kept her eyes focused on the monitor. “We can’t leave yet. What about the ships in the hangar?”

“Already have a plan for that,” Samala said, her gaze unchanging. As the ship advanced further into the tunnel, Samala adjusted the target for the array.

“What are you doing?” Lorad asked.

“Dealing with the ships in the hangar,” Samala replied without looking. “By destroying them,” she stated as she fired the disruptor array again at full power. The shot tore right through the unshielded Kestral she had targeted, the beam unhindered in its destructive path. The beam finally pierced the fuel tanks of the ship, igniting and detonating them. As the ship exploded, Samala changed targets and fired again and again until she had destroyed all the ships in the hangar.

As explosions erupted behind her, Samala threw the ship forward until they were hurtling down the tunnel.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 23, 2018, 03:37:35 PM
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The waterfall, despite the bombardment happening nearby, continued its gravity bound fall over the edge of the cliff and into the canyon below. It had flowed thus for millions of years, its flow over the precipice unable to be stopped; even by the emerging form of a Hawk-class runabout as it burst through the cascading water in dramatic style. A fireball emerged after it, instantly turning the descending water into steam; but this only added to the majesty of the image.

"Hang on," Samala said, perhaps redundantly, as she piloted the ship at a breakneck pace; all while keeping it below the lip of the canyon.

"Shouldn't we be going higher?" Lorad asked as he sat/fell into the starboard console's seat. 

"Only if we want every ship in orbit to know that we are down here," Samala replied. "They probably will still see us because we aren't cloaked, but no sense in making it easy for them."

"Right," Lorad accepted. He was extensively trained in ground combat but when it came to piloting ships, he was a novice. In this regard, his sister was the expert of the two of them.

"How long until the base...." Samala began to ask; her question dying on her lips as the sky lit up. Neither of them could see it, but an enormous explosion tore through the Reman facility. A large portion of the base was immediately vaporised; anyone inside at the time unquestionably dead as debris was thrown hundreds of meters into the air. The sky above the base took on the familiar pyrocumulus cloud common to all large detonations.

And the waterfall; it died a sudden, ignoble death as the water that once streamed over it was irreparably diverted into the crater that was formed from the base's destruction. It would pool there before escaping back into the canyon out a crack on the far side of the basin.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 24, 2018, 10:53:46 AM
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"Are we far enough away?" Samala asked as they stared out of the cockpit window at the still growing mushroom cloud above what had been their home.

"The blast can't hurt us here," Lorad assured his sister as he too, stared at the cloud. "We're almost 100km away now. Nice flying."

"We're just lucky the canyon widened out and straightened or we would have been a lot closer to that," Samala pointed out. "How big of an explosion was that?"

"Father once said something about a 15-megaton device being used to protect our secrets," Lorad answered. "I don't know if he was speaking about the bases' self-destruct or another bomb."

"Well, however big that one was, judging by the cloud and lack of bombardment, there isn't much of anything left," Samala observed. Further conversation was stalled by a sudden beeping from Lorad's console.

"Samala, I think we have a problem," Lorad said as he turned to and tried to understand what the console was telling him. His sister jumped up from where she was sitting in the pilot's seat and moved to look at his console.

"We have a big problem," Samala said as she began pressing buttons faster than Lorad could understand. "3 Scorpions are on an intercept course."

"By the pit," Lorad cursed. Samala finished whatever she was doing and dashed back to her seat. "What did you do?"

"I transferred control of the rear disruptor array back to you," Samala said as she sent the ship careening along the canyon once more. "I can't shoot at the Scorpions and dodge their fire."

"Right," Lorad acknowledged.

"I hope you remember how to shoot better than reading the sensors," Samala joked half-heartedly. "We're going to need it."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 01, 2018, 11:02:33 AM
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"Where are they brother?" Samala asked as she focused on flying the ship. They had stayed in the canyon to limit the Scorpion's attack vectors but now the walls were closing in; the canyon was getting narrower.

"2 of the Scorpions are lower, almost in the canyon with us, while the third is higher and further back," Lorad responded.

"The one further back will guide the other two towards us while also being ready to cut us off if we exit the canyon," Samala explained. "How close are the other two?"

"They are in the canyon now and almost within our weapon's range," Lorad replied as he looked up at his sister. "Should I fire?"

"Not yet. They don't know our weapons have a longer range than theirs," Samala said. "Wait until after they fire at us."

"As you say sister," Lorad acknowledged as he returned his attention to the screens before him and not the canyon walls flashing past the cockpit windows as Samala expertly guided their ship through the twisting gauntlet. The two chasing Scorpions, due to their smaller size, had an easier time of it. Their stature, along with their speed, proved advantageous and they soon closed within range to fire their own disruptors. Their first shots missed but they quickly found purchase on the weaving shuttle. "Shield's down to 91%. May I shoot back now sister?"

"Please do," Samala requested through gritted teeth as she accelerated, pushing her skills to the limit. For his part, Lorad focused on the weapons console as he targeted the lead Scorpion. Once he was ready, Lorad tapped the button that activated the rear disruptor array. A luminescent green beam lanced out from the emitter above the ramp on the shuttle, crossed the distance in the blink of an eye and bathed the Scorpion's forward shield in light, draining its power. Lorad's next shot missed as the Scorpion rolled out of the way before returning fire.

"Shields at 87%," Lorad reported as he returned fire. "What happens when they send more Scorpions after us?"

"I'm not planning on being here for that?" Samala pointed out.

"How do you plan to lose the ones already here?" Lorad asked with a glance at his sister.

"I don't think you want me to tell you," Samala chuckled. "Just keep them away from us for a little bit further."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 02, 2018, 01:45:44 PM
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"Almost there," Samala said, half to herself and half to reassure her brother, as the shuttle careened along the ever-narrowing canyon. 

"Almost where, Samala?" Lorad asked his sister as he continued to fire back at the two chasing Scorpions. He had brought their shield levels down but had yet to do any appreciable damage to either of them. Thankfully, they had had the same difficulty in damaging the shuttle. "You still haven't explained what you have planned."

"It's not a plan, exactly," Samala admitted as she manoeuvred the ship through a particularly narrow portion of the canyon; having to bring the ship up on its side to make it through. As they emerged through the gap, Lorad fired back at the pursuing Scorpions, scoring several good hits due to the limited ability to evade. "There it is," Samala announced as she adjusted the settings on the main disruptor cannon. "Get ready."

"Ready for what?" Lorad wondered.

"This," Samala said as she fired the cannon once, and then a second time. The main disruptor cannon on a Hawk had multiple settings, but the two most used were a full power pulse, or a reduced powered burst of three pulses. Samala had chosen the full power shot. 

Ahead of the shuttle, a rock bridge spanned the canyon; once that had stood for as long as the canyon had existed. Today was its last day, however, as a disruptor pulse hit the point where it connected with each side of the canyon. Its support weakened, cracks spread rapidly, separating the spanning rock from the wall and allowing gravity to take hold.

"Are you crazy?" Lorad asked when saw what she had done.

"Just get ready to fire," Samala said as she switched the cannon back to burst mode before guiding the shuttle under the bridge. The pursuing Scorpions, unable to fully realise what Samala had done due to their complete focus on bringing down the shuttle, were too slow to react to the falling rock. The first made it through with only relatively minor impacts to its shield, but the second found itself completely pinned under the falling rock; its forward motion instantly redirected downwards.

The lead Scorpion, in checking their systems and what had happened behind them, failed to manoeuvre when Lorad fired. The ship's weakened shields collapsed under the strain and allowed the beam to penetrate the ship. Lorad wasn't sure what he had hit but watched on his screens as the Scorpion impacted one of the walls of the canyon and exploded.

"That's both of them sister," Lorad announced.

"Good," Samala said as she practically flipped the shuttle on its end, pointed the nose skyward and sent them hurtling upwards; directly at the third and final Scorpion. It had no time to react to the Hawk's sudden change in course and Samala wasted no time in targeting it with the main cannon; firing as soon as it was locked. Several bursts in rapid succession crossed the dwindling distance between the two ships. The Scorpion tried to turn away but Samala adjusted her aim. Multiple pulses hit their shields as the Scorpion tried to evade but the assault was too much and the fighter exploded moments after its shields collapsed.

"And that is the last one," Samala declared. "Time to go."
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 03, 2018, 12:40:11 PM
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"Anything on sensors?” Samala asked as the shuttle climbed out of the atmosphere; the sky beyond the cockpit windows darkening as it did so.

“Uh, looks like the wreckage of at least one, maybe two, of the Mogai’s. The other two Mogais, and the the D’deridex have disappeared, probably recloaked to protect themselves from the Tachi,” Lorad briefed. “You think they left?”

“The Romulans?” Samala asked rhetorically. “Unlikely. As soon as it’s safe, they’ll be transporting down to scour the planet for any sign of us.”

“And they can see us because we have no cloak,” Lorad pointed out. “We need to leave.”

“Already plotting a course,” Samala said before her brother’s station emitted a loud shrill.

“Ship decloaking behind us!” Lorad exclaimed. Seconds later, the shuttle rocked. “It’s the D’deridex.”

“They have locked onto us with a tractor beam,” Samala declared as she worked the controls. “Can you disable the emitter?”

“I’d never get through the warbird’s shield,” Lorad replied. “Can you flip us around? Several photon torpedoes might work.”

“No, it’s completely immobilising us,” Samala responded after a moment of working her controls. “We’re trapped.”

“I’m sorry, sist....wait,” Lorad said as he noticed something on the sensors. “Incoming torpedoes!”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 08, 2018, 12:57:45 AM
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In space, in orbit around Bacury III, a Mogai-class warbird in service with the Romulan Star Empire, hung like a swooping raptor above a Reman Hawk-class runabout. Not that the Hawk could escape due to the tractor beam that the Mogai had caught it in. But then everything changed.

From out of nowhere, 4 photon torpedoes appeared and slammed into the starboard shields, taxing their ability to hold up to the punishment. As systems aboard the warbird tried to compensate for the abrupt power demands, the tractor beam was shut down, releasing the runabout that it had captured.

“We’re free!” Samala cried out as she kicked in the engines she had moments earlier throttled back so as not to damage them. “Where did those torpedoes come from?”

“I think it was the Tachi,” Lorad responded without looking up. “They just appeared out of nowhere. More incoming.”

“Moving,” Samala said as she directed their shuttle down and away from the Mogai as quickly as she could. It was a good thing that she did because as soon as they began to move away, a barrage od disruptor pulses appeared; all targeted at the Mogai. They impacted on the bow shields but then began to rotate around the ship to the port shields and then the rear shields, making it clear that whatever was attacking the Mogai, was circling it.

“The Mogai’s shields are failing,” Lorad announced as his sister flew them away from the fight. “Two more Mogai’s are decloaking.”

Beyond their shuttle, two more Romulan warbirds appeared from nothingness but they were too late to save their comrade as a trio of photon torpedoes appeared, blazing across space before slamming into the neck of the defenceless Mogai. The powerful explosions that followed succeeded in violently decapitating the ship.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 08, 2018, 02:19:59 PM
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“What are those warbirds doing?” Samala asked as she weaved and rolled the shuttle, constantly changing its heading as she plotted a course to somewhere she knew well. They could stop and rest there in relative safety while also having time for her to repair the cloaking device.

“They are in a running battle with the Tachi,” Lorad answered. “It keeps firing at them, giving its position away. And they cannot ignore it or the Tachi will destroy another one of them.”

“It is drawing them away from us?” Samala enquired. Her gut said that was what was happening but she needed to know for sure.

“It is,” Lorad confirmed. “From what I know of her design, is isn’t even using all of its rearward weapons. And there have been no more torpedo launches since it beheaded the Mogai that caught us.”

“The Tachi didn’t have a full complement of torpedoes aboard to begin with,” Samala reminded her brother. “And we don’t know how they used before we launched.”

“True,” Lorad acknowledged. “Where do we go now?”

“I’m taking us to the Bacury asteroid belt,” Samala answered as she finished.

“Uh, why?” Lorad wondered idly. “I know we need to fix the cloak but wouldn’t we be safer somewhere else?”

“The belt is laced with Meklinite. It interferes with sensor scans,” Samala replied. “We’ll be safer there than anywhere else right now.”

“If you say so,” Lorad said, having no knowledge on the matter.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 09, 2018, 01:25:37 PM
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“Alright, we’re here,” Samala declared as she began shutting down the ship’s system’s. “I’m shutting down everything we don’t need to reduce our energy signature.”

“That I understand,” Lorad noted as he looked out the forward window. He could just barely make out the side of the rocky asteroid that Samala had hidden their ship within. “Can they find us?”

“I don’t think so,” Samala answered, turning her seat around so that she could face her brother. “The asteroid is laced with Meklinite. That and the stealthy nature of the Hawk should keep it hidden from sensor scans. And I put us pretty deep inside the fracture so we shouldn’t be seen from the outside.”

“But there is a chance?” Lorad asked.

“There is always a chance, brother,” Samala said. “But I believe they would have a better chance of locating us by randomly destroying all the asteroids in the belt.”

“Comforting,” Lorad responded dismissively. Seeing his sister stand, Lorad continued. “Where are you going?”

“To fix the cloak. We can’t risk leaving without it working,” Samala answered.

“We need to rest for a moment and eat,” Lorad stated, worried for his sister. “We need to...”

“Grieve?” Samala snapped at her brother. “They are dead. Killed by Romulans. We can grieve later. Now, I am fixing the cloak.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on July 31, 2018, 01:15:14 PM
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Lorad had tried to keep busy. He had field stripped, serviced and reassembled all 20 disruptor rifles in the hold. And then did the same to all 20 pistols. And then he had down his own sidearm. And then, very reluctantly, his father's. He had even offered to give Samala's weapons the same treatment but she had curtly demanded he leave her alone when he had asked about them.

He had thoroughly cleaned the decking and the walls. Completed a manifest of the current equipment and cargo aboard. Visually verified how many photon torpedoes were in each magazine. He had prepared all the meals they had eaten in the last day and a half they had been hiding here; not that combat rations were difficult to prepare. He was running out of things to do. Which left him more and more time to remember and relive the events that had brought them to their current position. But they couldn't stay here.

And so, Lorad found himself standing at the entrance to the hold; watching as his sister worked on the cloaking device though one of the access panels in the hold's deck. At least, that is what he had thought she was doing until his impressive hearing caught the softest of sobs. 

Without a word, Lorad walked across the hold and sat down next to his sister and laid a hand on her shoulder. He was considering saying something when Samala sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. And Lorad, he wrapped his arms around his sister as he thought of the promise he had made to his father. To protect his sister.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on October 14, 2018, 12:37:03 PM
[ Samala | Hawk-class Runabout | Asteroid Field | Bacury System ]

Samala had watched as her brother had kept himself busy. She had sat next to the access panel to the cloaking device and watched as he serviced every disruptor, counted the photon torpedoes cleaned the ship and cooked meals for both her and himself. When he had asked her if she wanted him to clean her own weapons, she had snapped at him, telling him she was busy and to leave her alone.

In hindsight, Samala knew that he didn’t deserve that reaction from her. He was in probably as much pain as she was. He had lost his father as well as a woman he had come to consider a 2nd mother. She could have peeked, if she had wanted too. But that would mean she would have to open herself up and that she didn’t want to do.

So she fiddled. The cloak itself only really needed a few hours to fix but she had managed to stretch that out into almost 36 hours. She had stopped to rest in that time but hadn’t really slept as she was awoken by nightmares of her parents dying in front of her. She hadn’t known if she had screamed in her sleep and her brother hadn’t said anything; respecting her wishes to be left alone.

But eventually, she cracked. She had seen her brother staring at the entrance to the hold, watching her and realised that he probably had nothing else to do. Wondering what that left him with, Samala sobbed uncontrollably as her minder wandered back to what the two of them had lost.

She had heard her brother pad across the deck to where she sat but only reacted after he had laid a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around her brother’s neck and hugged him for all she was worth. And her brother, he returned her hug.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on November 26, 2018, 10:34:09 PM
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“What do we do now?” Samala asked quietly from with her brother’s arms. Neither of them had said a word in several minutes as they hugged, foregoing words to seek as much solace as possible from their sibling.

“I don’t know,” Lorad responded after a moment. “Everything is different now.”

“I want to kill something,” Samala declared adamantly.

“But we can’t,” Lorad responded. “We’re one ship and two people surrounded by Romulan space. We have no known safe-haven and no way to locate one. There is only one place that we know of that could harbour us.”

“The Klingons,” Samala reasoned, her emotions simmering.

“The Klingons,” Lorad confirmed as he released his sister and stepped back so he could look down at her. “But you know as well as I do how far away they are. It’s a long, unsafe journey and there is just the two of us and this ship. We’ll have to rely on each other.”

“So no more ‘not talking to anyone’ events?” Samala asked somewhat rhetorically.

“Not if we can help it,” Lorad responded, smiling softly. “I know it hurts Samala, and I wish I could say that it would get better and hurt less.”

“But it doesn’t” Samala interjected.

“No, it doesn’t,” Lorad confirmed. “But it does get easier to deal with.”

“I hope so,” Samala practically whispered.

“Trust me,” Lorad proclaimed firmly. “Now, about that cloak.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on December 08, 2018, 03:22:04 AM
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Escape Day 1 – Mid-Afternoon

“I’m done,” Samala declared as she straightened up from her previous position leaning into the access panel for the cloaking device. “The cloak should work now.”

“Should work sister?” Lorad asked carefully from where he sat nearby, leaning on a crate. “You realise that if it doesn’t work, we’ll be seen by everyone.”

“Well unless you want to go outside and have a look, brother,” Samala retorted, gazing at Lorad. “Should, is the best you are going to get.”

“Do we have a suit for me to go and check?” Lorad deadpanned. The look he was giving his sister caused her to chuckle, helping to relieve some of the stress she was under.

“No, we don’t,” she responded after a moment. “All the systems’ checks and diagnostics tell me that the cloak is functioning at 100%. So short of going outside and looking at the cloak, we have established is not something that either of us can do, the cloak is working.”

“So, we have a functioning cloak, a full complement of weapons and ordnance but only enough supplies for 12 days for the both of us,” Lorad listed. “Our top speed is?”

“Warp 6 nominal,” Samala answered instantly. “Warp 7 if I push the drive to its limit. But we could only do that for maybe 10 hours. Why?”

“We’ll have to resupply somewhere than,” Lorad pointed out. “We don’t have enough to get to Klingon space safely. Even with rationing.”

“Do you know where we can get supplies from?” Samala asked.

“I do,” Lorad confirmed slowly. “There are two places. But neither of them is a good option for us.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 13, 2019, 12:03:23 PM
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Escape Day 1 – Mid-Afternoon

"Well, we can forget about our first option for resupply,” Samala declared as she looked at the sensor readings that were showing on one of her screens.

“It was a long shot anyway, though a safer one,” Lorad pointed out as she looked at the same screen. Approximately 10km below them, a platoon of Romulan soldiers was pouring into the main entrance tunnel of what had once been a secondary supply cache and watch bunker. Its usefulness as a base had decreased as the main installation had expanded but it had been maintained as a supply cache and training waypoint. “Time to go,” Lorad announced as he sat down at the engineering station.

“Not yet,” Samala countered as she brought the Hawk around. 

“Samala, what are you doing?” Lorad asked his sister.

“Giving them what they deserve,” Samala replied icily as she lined up the ship with the entrance tunnel of the base below. Before her brother could react, she began accelerating towards bunker. When she got within 3 kms, she decloaked, shunting the energy from the cloak to the main disruptor cannon and once it was charged a moment later, fired several full power pulses. She watched as those pulses impacted the area around the base, one of them even entering the tunnel to bathe the interior in fire, before powering down the cannon and recloaking. As they sped away, Samala turned to look at her brother. “Worth it.”

“Perhaps,” Lorad grumbled, understanding Samala’s actions. “How long to get there?”

“At warp 5, 4 days,” Samala answered, already laying in the course.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 27, 2019, 04:47:06 PM
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Escape Day 4 – Morning

"Keep your guard up,” Lorad directed as he struck out at his sister again. They had been sparring for half an hour already and just as had happened in each of their prior sessions, Samala’s mind was beginning to wander. As her attention waned, her guard dropped and Lorad took advantage of it; after warning her of course. This time would be no different.

“My guard is up,” Samala proclaimed as she lunged forward, her knife blade leading. But Lorad was prepared for such an emotional attack and sidestepped while bringing his own knife around, aiming for a rear neck slice. But Samala refused to cooperate, rolling around Lorad further and stabbing upwards. Lorad was forced to continue his turn and change his strike into a block to defend himself. He succeeded but it was a close thing as Samala straightened and stepped back. “I almost had you that time brother.”

Lorad said nothing, instead stepping forward and, with his right leg outstretched, dropped into a sweeping kick. Samala’s reaction, given her lacklustre attention, was predictable as she jumped into the air to avoid the attack. And that was when Lorad struck true. Pushing off the deck with his sweeping leg, Lorad flung himself around completely, his right arm coming up to lash out at his still airborne sister. He could had struck her with his full strength but the Reman wanted to educate his sibling, not hurt her. Instead, he shoved her hard enough to send her flying across the room, impacting the deck and sliding some more until her momentum bled away. Samala lay still, catching her breath as her brother walked over and held out his hand for her.

“Almost is not enough,” Lorad said simply, his point made.

“Yeah yeah,” Samala intoned, accepting her brother’s hand before he pulled her to her feet.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 28, 2019, 02:21:50 PM
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Escape Day 4 – Noon

"So how close was I?” Samala asked after swallowing her mouthful. They had sparred for another half an hour before stopping. Now, after each had showered, they were sitting down to enjoy lunch. With the ship at warp and only the two of them about, they had had to find someway to pass the time. Naturally, they chose to fight.

“You were closer than you have been in a long time,” Lorad replied, stopping his eating to consider his answer carefully. “But you still reacted emotionally. Emotions in combat will get you killed.”

“So, I am supposed to be some kind of unemotional Borg drone then and care nothing for those around me?” Samala challenged.

“You know what I meant Samala,” Lorad chastised. “It is one of the first lessons our father would have taught you,” Lorad reminded his sister. “No matter what you are feeling in your heart, fear, anger, frustration, none of that wins fights. It fuels them, and the fighters in them but it is your head that wins fights. Use your emotions to make you stronger, faster, more resilient but always stay in control. You are the centre of the storm that rages around you. But you are serene.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on February 10, 2019, 02:24:49 PM
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Escape Day 4 – Afternoon

"4 days. 4 days since the Romulans came. 4 days since the attack. 4 days since they died,” Samala thought to herself as she stared at the bulkhead above her as she lay on her bunk. “Feels like an instant and forever all at the same time.”

She had needed some time to think. About what her brother had said to her. About the past and all the events in it. And what the future might hold for her. They’d reach their second resupply option early the next morning and Samala knew, if only by the place's reputation, that it would not be an easy place to visit. There was a reason they had always sent at least a dozen Remans when they had had to come here.

Now it was just her and her brother. They would have to do things differently. They could leave the ship hidden somewhere, and use the transporters to get in and out. And some long-hooded cloaks would help to conceal their identities. But there were still so many things that could go wrong.

Leaning to the side, Samala reached out and drew her knife from its sheath on her gun belt. Custom made, she held it up above her and stared at the deadly curves of the blade.

“If all else fails,” she whispered softly. “This never has.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on February 25, 2019, 09:16:58 AM
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Escape Day 4 – Afternoon

"Tomorrow is going to be rough,” Lorad thought to himself as he sat in the cockpit monitoring the sensors. It was a mostly pointless exercise; they were cloaked and at warp. But it gave him something to do and he needed the distraction. 

“So much had happened since I was woken up that morning. And we haven’t stopped since. So much to process and no time to do it,”
Lorad considered, his mind wandering and reliving recent events. "Should I go and speak with my sister? Or leave her be for the time being?”

Lorad, despite his efforts, had never gotten as close to his sister as he would have liked. He put it down to a combination of missing the better portion of her life while he was stuck on Remus while also feeling like he was responsible for awakening his sister’s telepathy. Logically speaking, he knew that that wasn’t the case, that the ability awoke at random, but that it was his memories of a violent battle that she saw first, leaving an irremovable mark on her soul; he had never forgiven himself for that.

[It was not your fault brother. You know this,] Samala’s voice rang within his head.

“I still feel like it is,” Lorad explained, rather pointlessly in hindsight.

[I do not blame you brother, no one does…did,] Samala said. 

“Are you alright?” Lorad asked simply, ignoring the oddity of speaking to an empty cockpit.

[No,] Samala responded, her mental voice softening. [But I will be. And then we can talk about it.]

“I’ll be here,” Lorad promised.

Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on March 11, 2019, 03:19:35 AM
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Escape Day 4 – Evening

“What can you tell me about where we are going?” Samala asked as the siblings sat in the cargo hold, lent up against a crate and ate. “I know of this place, but I have never been myself.”

“With good reason,” Lorad declared firmly. “We never came here without at least a dozen shock troops and half of us stayed with the ship at all times. We may have come here to get supplies and equipment, but we never trusted the Syndicate. Never have, never will. Only a fool trusts them.”

“I understand that brother,” Samala said, setting down her drink. “What I am asking is, is there anything that you can tell me that will help us get though dealing with them. I already planned to hide the ship, either in orbit or on the ground somewhere and we can get around using the transporters. But what do we do about us inside?”

“We be very careful about who we talk to and what we do,” Lorad began carefully. “We try not to be seen. Enough people walk around with their identities concealed that two more won’t matter.”

“I can replicate us a couple of cloaks,” Samala interjected.

“Good. And lastly,” Lorad continued. “We control ourselves. There will be any number of people there, some of them enemies. But we cannot afford to start anything. Am I clear?”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on April 14, 2019, 10:37:13 AM
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Escape Day 4 – Evening

“There will be Romulans there?” Samala asked, her voice controlled. Since the attack and death of her parents, the very thought of Romulans made her blood boil. She knew that the very sight of them would make her want to spill their green blood upon the ground where they stood. It was what her heart would demand even if her head said otherwise.

“Very likely,” Lorad confirmed, watching his sister and trying to judge her reaction. “They do not discriminate against their clientele and the Romulans use it for many purposes. Some legal, some not.”

“The Tal Shiar will be there?” Samala questioned, her voice hardening slightly. They had discussed it earlier and the siblings were in agreement that the Tal Shiar had some sort of hand in the attack at Bacury III. They may not have been present, but they knew of it.

“I don’t know,” Lorad stated. “Best to assume that they are and act accordingly. This place’s proximity was always a boon for us in a way. It made getting supplies and equipment easier. But now it will be dangerous for us for that very same reason. We must be cautious.”

“I can be cautious,” Samala stated firmly, her mind listing the different ways that she knew of to kill Romulans, both quickly and slowly.

It was not a short list.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on April 26, 2019, 12:47:30 PM
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Escape Day 4 – Evening

“Brother, there is one last thing we need to take care of,” Samala announced before the two separated for the evening to sleep. “The ship.”

“What about the ship?” Lorad asked, suddenly concerned. While he had a general understanding of how the ship worked, that knowledge paled in comparison to his sister’s knowledge on the subject. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing is wrong,” Samala confirmed, looking to calm her brother. “Its just, there is something that I want to do.”

“What is it Samala?” Lorad asked, his voice and tone soft as he wondered what was on her sister’s mind. The only thing he could tell was that it was making her nervous just to raise the topic with him.

“I want to change the ship’s name,” Samala revealed slowly. “I need to erase some of the ship’s data to protect both ourselves and other Remans. The ship’s registry and construction date and such. And since I was doing that, I was going to change the ship’s name while I was at it. But I wanted to ask you first.”

“And what were you thinking of naming the ship?” Lorad wondered.

“I want to name it after something that will both remind us of our past, but also something that we both respect,” Samala explained, building herself up.

“Which is?” Lorad asked.

“The Apache.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on May 17, 2019, 06:18:23 PM
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Lorad stared at the ceiling of what had become his quarters on the ship. No, it was the Apache now. He had liked how the name had resonated through his mind when Samala had suggested it and it was a nice reminder of simpler times when his sister and he had enjoyed the holonovels that Pakena had graciously translated for everyone to enjoy. Now, it was also a reminder of the ferocity of a people that were, in Lorad’s opinion, scorned, mistreated and persecuted almost to extinction by a government want to control everything. And that those same people refused to give up no matter what was thrown at them or what they had to do to persevere.

Tomorrow, he was taking his sister into what the Human’s called the ‘Lion’s den’. He had no understanding of where the phrase came from, but he understood its meaning well enough. They would have to careful who they spoke too lest someone, be they Romulan or some other party, seek to profit off their misfortune.

“I promised to protect my sister, father,” Lorad whispered to the empty room, lest he wake Samala up with his voice. “No matter what it takes, what I have to do to ensure it, Samala will be protected.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on June 20, 2019, 07:02:49 AM
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Escape Day 5 – 0800 Apache Time

Lorad sat quietly as he watched his sister manoeuvre their shuttle, now named the Apache, through the planet’s rings. Filled with the remains of a shattered moon from what he could tell, the debris had settled into a disk around the planet’s equator. A navigational hazard for some, for them it provided a bounty of potential hiding spots for their ship. All they had to do was find the right one.

“Alright, that looks about right,” Samala finally spoke after saying nothing for over an hour. She had been skirting the field, using the ship’s sensors on a low setting to seek out chunks of rock that were large enough to be able to conceal the Apache. While it had a cloaking device, it was better to be safe than sorry. “Now to just ease us in there.”

Lorad remained silent, watching with pride at how far his sister had come from the first time she had taken him flying. He was pretty sure that he still had some scars from that adventure. Now, she flew their craft without issue and had even fought off three Scorpions during their escape. Parking the Apache in the rock crevice of an asteroid in orbit of an Orion Syndicate outpost seemed almost trivial by comparison.

“If someone would have told me this would be where I am a year ago, I would have slit their throat from ear to ear,” Lorad thought as Samala began to shut down the Apache. “And they would be laughing at me right now from wherever I had sent them.”

“Get ready, we leave in 15 minutes.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on December 27, 2020, 03:58:16 PM
[ Samala & Tesserarius Lorad | Orion Syndicate Outpost | Romulan Space ]
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Escape Day 5 – 0845 Apache Time

With their hoods drawn up to shroud their faces in shadow and the encompassing nature of their cloaks working to conceal their forms, the two siblings walked calmly along the street of the outpost.  The location was a known outpost to the Romulans, who allowed it to exist so that they too could benefit from what the Orion Syndicate could provide; access to the Alpha and Beta Quadrants underbelly. It was in places like this that the Romulan Star Empire bought and sold their slaves, including their fellow Remans, Lorad reminded himself, while simultaneously bartering for information that the Tal Shiar was unable to provide. 

Nudging his sister gently, Lorad directed his sister down a side alley and towards the entrance to a shop halfway down. As they walked, Lorad listened and waited to see if they had drawn any unwanted followers before entering the shop, a beep alerting the owner to the arrival of customers.

“Yes, how can I help you?” a grizzled Terran said from behind the counter, his hands resting lightly on the bench.

“We are looking for some freight work and were wondering if you had any jobs that might work for us,” Lorad announced, his eyes focused on the mirror behind the bar that granted him a clear view out the shop’s front door and windows. “My father said that if I ever was lost and needed work, that Zachariah could point me towards my brothers and sisters.” Satisfied that they were not being unduly observed, Lorad reached up to pull back his hood slightly to reveal his Reman features to the man before him. 
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 01, 2021, 05:59:48 PM
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"Who’s Zachariah? Is this him?” Samala wondered silently, not making a sound as the Terran behind the counter and Lorad locked eyes, seemingly sizing each other up. In the pilot’s mind, any bout between them would be less than a warmup for her brother. And it wasn’t family bravado making that assessment; her brother was Reman, he had 3 times the strength of the Terran and the physiology advantage to go along with it.

“I’m sure he did,” the Terran replied in Romulan. “But times have changed, and life has gotten harder. And what you ask for comes at a cost.”

“And what cost is that?” Lorad asked, switching to Romulan. He was grateful that they could converse in a language they both spoke rather than trusting a translator to convey their speech.

“Oh, it's nothing too serious,” the Terran commented. “I just need something moved from one place to another without interruption. And I’d hazard a guess that your ship would be able to accomplish this task. And with minimal effort required.”

“And why should we trust you?” Samala asked from beneath her hood, unable to contain herself any longer. “You have not even confirmed if you are Zachariah.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 03, 2021, 08:58:41 AM
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Escape Day 5 – 0850 Apache Time

“Samala!” Lorad practically snapped. He had almost said sister instead but managed to stop himself from revealing their familial relationship. The less information spread around about them the better. “You are being impolite.”

“Perhaps,” Samala conceded, appearing as nothing more than shrouded figure with a waspish voice echoing out from under the shadows of her hood. “But why should we risk ourselves for the promise of information from a man who has not even confirmed who they are. It is foolhardy at best.”

“She has a point,” the man interjected before Lorad could speak again. “Trust is an exceedingly rare and valued commodity in these parts, and it would be irresponsible of me to expect it without having earnt it. So, why don’t you tell me what I can do to earn you trust, if even a little?”

“You could tell us what we want to know,” Samala retorted. “No questions asked.”

“Well, that would be bad for business but since you have caught me on a good day, I’ll to just that. But only for you,” the Terran said with a wink. “Klingon Empire, a planet called Nar’Get V.”

“We know there are Remans in Klingon space!” Samala growled angrily, resisting the urge to pull her blade and threaten him with it. “But where are the ones here, in Romulan space!”

“As right as your father was about me,” the man began, his tone now more sorrowful. “Unless you wish to travel to Remus, I cannot tell you where your brothers and sisters are. Truthfully, I do not know and there is too much at stake for me to know. I am too easily interrogated by the Romulans.”

“Then why haven’t they taken you already?” Samala wondered idly, her eyes darting to the mirror to check the door behind her. “Unless this is a trap?”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 26, 2021, 04:14:34 AM
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Escape Day 5 – 0855 Apache Time

“Oh, I like you, young one,” the Terran declared with a chuckle and a smile. “You remind me of me when I was a much younger man,” he said, having caught the subtle head movement from the shorter figure, a movement he understood to be them using the mirror above his head to check the door behind them. Not for the first time he thanked himself for installing it. It made all the difference when Remans came into his store and wanted to keep aware of their surroundings.

“But your youth betrays your inexperience and lack of knowledge about how this place continues to exist,” the man continued. “The Syndicate allows the Romulans to operate here, as long as they do not cause an incident while the Romulans allow the Syndicate to remain so that they can gain easy access to everything that the Syndicate can provide. I can be taken, and interrogated, with ease, as I mentioned, but there is no point, I do not know anything. And the Romulans understand this.”

“You are of more use to them as bait,” Lorad surmised, his tone revealing his unhappiness at the realisation.

“In a way, yes,” the Terran confirmed. “The Romulans could attempt to capture the Remans that come to my store, and they might even succeed. But all they might get, is the location of a single Reman cell. No more. And then the Syndicate would no doubt kick them out because of the mess they will have undoubtedly made in the attempt to capture your brothers and sisters. It is not worth it to them to try.”

“Better to skulk about and watch and listen. Maybe even try and follow the Remans that come here to find out where they come from,” the Terran commented. “But that is above my level.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on February 01, 2021, 02:21:04 PM
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Escape Day 5 – 0900 Apache Time

“That still hasn’t answered why we should trust you,” Samala pointed out, her mind racing to try and comprehend all the angles of this unfamiliar situation. She was good in a cockpit, or with a blade in her hand. Her aim with a disruptor could be better but this, trying to get information around people she didn’t know if she should trust or not. That was something that she had never had to do before. She was almost considering probing his mind with her own but was concerned her emotional state would affect her control. She only wanted answers, not to destroy his mind.

“No, it did not,” the man confirmed calmly, not wishing to antagonise his two customers. “And there is no way that I can prove I am trustworthy. I do not know what you want to hear from me.”

“That is unfortunate,” Lorad stated, depressed about their lack of guidance but knowing that what the man said was true. “We will make our own way forward from here. Thank you for your time.”

“There might still be a way that I can help you,” The Terran put forward. “If you need supplies for your journey, I am sure that we can come to some arrangement.”

“Keep going.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on February 09, 2021, 02:44:40 AM
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Escape Day 5 – 0905 Apache Time

“There is a mining outpost about a day and a half’s journey away at warp five. They contact me every few weeks with a list of supplies that they want to purchase. The way it works normally is that the supplies get delivered and a load of ore is brought back. I sell the ore for them and the funds wait in escrow for the next order from them to arrive,” the Terran described, trying to be open about the whole arrangement. Remans tended not to like being surprised. “Now, the reason I am offering you the job is that the usual courier I use was attacked by pirates on his last run. They made it back here with the ore but died from the poisoned injury he had received. So, fair warning, the job is not riskless.”

“Nothing is now,” Lorad proclaimed as he glanced. Going off what the Terran, presumably the Zachariah they had been sent to meet with, had told them, the delivery run shouldn’t prove that difficult. Afterall, they had an advantage that most ships didn’t have. They could cloak. Glancing at his sister, Lorad could see that she too was thinking things over and a moment after he looked at her, Samala returned her brother’s look, followed by a simple nod. “If we can do it, we will.”

“What are the details and how much are we hauling?” Samala asked.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on February 15, 2021, 11:51:11 AM
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Escape Day 5 – 1115 Apache Time

“Alright, that is the last of the crates,” Samala announced as she shut down the ship’s transporters. After getting the manifest of what was to be shipped and coordinates where they could obtain the cargo from the warehouse, the siblings had walked back out of the outpost, careful to watch for anyone following them. After moving out of sight, and confident they were not being followed, the two of them had transported back up to the Apache. Truthfully, they could have transported at any point, but both agreed that disappearing from the middle of nowhere was better than being seen to transport. More places for an enemy to look then.

“I’ll have them secured in ten minutes,” Lorad assured his sister, being no stranger to securing cargo. Truthfully, of all the jobs on a Hawk, this was the one he was most comfortable with.

“Lorad, are we doing the right thing?” Samala asked, not having moved from where she was watching her brother. “Why help this man? Why not just take what we need to get where we want to go?”

“Because it is not our way,” Lorad declared, his tone even as he finished locking down a crate. “We are not the Romulan Empire. We do not take without regard. If we wish for others to treat as better than how the Empire treats us, then we must show them that we are worth being treated that way. That means behaving with honour and integrity.”

“You sound like mother and father,” Samala observed, her voice breaking. 

“I miss them too sister,” Lorad said, stopping and looking across the bay at his sibling. “Now, do you think you can plot a course before I finish here?”

“With my eyes shut,” Samala guaranteed, her face breaking into a soft smile before she turned to head towards the cockpit.
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on March 03, 2021, 03:43:53 PM
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Escape Day 5 – 1230 Apache Time

“The Terran was right,” Samala announced as Lorad stepped into the cockpit. His sister had summoned him from where he had been checking over the cargo they had taken on and he had hurried forward. “It is easier to try and follow us than to confront us in the outpost. A ship left just after us and so far, their course has matched ours for both direction and speed. I’d wager a bottle of the finest Reman whiskey that they are headed for the same place we are.”

“Romulans?” Lorad wondered, staring at the screen and willing the sensors to provide them with more information.

“Doubtful,” Samala replied. “If Romulans were trying to follow us or intercept us in any way, they’d be cloaked and waiting to ambush us. More likely these are pirates after the load.”

“Anything you can tell me about the ship?” Lorad asked, his mind processing everything.

“Only that there is one out there, and they are not cloaked,” Samala responded. “They are currently matching us for speed at warp five but are too far away to get any kind of accurate readings about who or what they are. I’d have to get closer for that and that would mean allowing them to catch up to us.”

“No,” Lorad muttered. “I’d rather conduct the exchange without having to defend ourselves. We stay on course.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on September 08, 2021, 06:42:54 PM
[ Samala & Tesserarius Lorad | The Apache | In Transit To Mining Outpost | Romulan Space ]
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Escape Day 6 – 1350 Apache Time

“How are our friends?” Lorad asked as he stepped into the cockpit. His sister was in her customary position at the controls of the Apache, having barely moved since they had left the Syndicate outpost the day before. He had brought her meals and she had even dozed in her seat, waking every hour or so to check on things despite her brother also being present and promising to wake her if anything changed. He himself had retired to get some sleeping, knowing there was not much he could do beyond stare at a screen until they reached the miners.

“Still there,” Samala confirmed, spinning in her seat slightly to be able to see him. “If I wasn’t confident in our cloak, I would almost swear that they could see us. But it is more likely that they are just going to the same place at the same speed. I could leave them behind if you wanted. Even an hour at emergency speed would leave them in our wake. The engines can take it.”

“I’m sure they can,” Lorad conceded, knowing his sister’s assessment of their capabilities carried more weight than his own. “But I see no reason to risk it yet. Once we are at the mining station, we should be safe enough. The pirates have only been raiding the transports, not the outpost itself.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on January 25, 2022, 02:27:57 PM
[ Samala & Tesserarius Lorad | The Apache | In Transit To Mining Outpost | Romulan Space ]
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Escape Day 6 – 2350 Apache Time

“They are still back there,” Samala reported as Lorad came into the cockpit. They had taken turns in keeping watch over the controls as they travelled but never once had their pursuer varied their course or speed. “I have to say, I hate knowing that, while they can’t see use, they are following us. The only thing I can think of is that they either think we are slower than we are, in which case they want to ambush us, or they think that we will need to decloak to conduct the transfer.”

“It would be faster if we could land and use the ramp to move the cargo,” Lorad admitted calmly as he sat at the tactical station. “But like you, I am not comfortable with the risks involved. Better to not be seen and take longer than rush and leave our safety to chance. How long until we arrive?”

“We’ll be dropping from warp in about 12 minutes. After that we traverse the asteroid field until we get to the mining station. As for the transfer, I can’t say how long that will take. The transporters can only move so much at once,” Samala commented.

“Then we will need to be watchful.”
Title: Re: Escape Of The Apache
Post by: Stegro88 on April 28, 2022, 04:23:04 PM
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Escape Day 7 – 0029 Apache Time

“Well that was fun,” Samala commented as she brought the Apache back around to face mining station. After dropping out of warp, she had spent a moment going over the sensors to familiarise herself with the field before setting a course. If it had been up to her, she would have preferred to complete the transfer from outside the field but the composition of the asteroids prevented transporters from functioning while also interfering with sensors and shields. As Lorad had heard his sister say, they were navigating an everchanging maze by sight alone and if anything went wrong, the only thing between them and vacuum was the hull. 

“How long until we are within transporter range of the station?” Lorad asked from where he sat.

“We should be clear of the field’s interference in a few minutes. It’s not exactly a uniform gap around the station,” Samala informed her brother after glancing at a screen to her left. “Communications should be clear now because we have line of sight. You have the clearance code?”

“I do,” the shock trooper confirmed as he brought up the Apache’s communication systems and opened a channel. "Mining Station Theta Four, this is transport shuttle Apache, here to transfer supplies and receive ore for transport back to Zachariah.”

“Transport Apache, we didn’t see you arrive. Care to explain?” came the reply, translated into Reman by the computer.

“No,” Lorad declared firmly.

“Fair enough,” the voice acknowledged. “Transmit the clearance code.”

“Sending.”
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