Sector Five (part 3)
Posted on Thu Jun 7th, 2012 @ 2:49pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Cassandra Levue & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Ensign Daniel Daniels & Ensign Stran & Private 1st Class Trent Kushner & Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe EMT-P
1,067 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Subjugation
Location: In the Mines
[CONTINUED]
[OLD]
Cassandra made one deft move, and disarmed Trent, as York pushed him out of the way. "That's enough, the Captain said." She said sharply, pointing Trent's weapon at him. "You will listen."
[NEW]
"I don't have any weapons." Jill said, slightly confused at the abrupt change in pace.
"Me either." Daniels said. "For the first time since we've arrived at this place, I'm happy about that, I think."
"Quiet." Cassandra whispered. "He's confused, volatile, and armed. Not one of us is any of those things, even with too much Kyt in our heads." She looked at Stran, with that last comment.
"Agreed." was all Stran said.
"This is not what Tramira would do." The young Klingon said.
"There are times..." Stran said, "where she would not be a wise role model."
The young Klingon studied Stran's face. She handed something to Daniels.
Daniels looked down, but said nothing. He just patted Tramira's head.
Renfroe barely conscious instinctively began to try assess his injuries and medical condition, he knew he lost a lot of blood and that disruptor hit hadn't mattered.
Trent slowly made his way over to one of the stunned guards and relieved him of his rifle. He tested the weight a few times in his hands before smiling to himself. It had been far too long since the marine had anything more dangerous than a rusted piece of metal in his hands.
Unlike the Starfleet personnel, Trent didn't necessarily have to listen to the Captain's orders as he answered to a different branch of military.
"Shoot three people and threaten to kill another." He muttered to himself. "You don't get to demand our surrender."
He positioned himself with a clean shot inside the tent. If that man so much as looked at at Sam or Ronnie wrong, he would shoot...and Trent was a very good shot.
"Outside, Kushner," Sam said quietly. "Damion is still a part of our crew and I won't have you shoot him. I know we can work this out, he just wants answers."
"He doesn't seem to think he's one of us. I won't lower my weapon until he surrenders his. He has yet to prove he can be trusted." He motioned with his head to the ones he had shot already.
"Control your crewman, York!" Damion yelled back as he eased the disruptor more against Ronnie's neck. "You wouldn't want someone to get hurt because he can't obey a simple order."
"Oooh, prone to anger as well...Yeah, that's going to make me disarm alright." His rifle was lined up, and ready for a clean shot.
Damion lined up his shot with Ronnie's head, but immediately aimed the disruptor to Trent. "Fire if you must, but know that if you kill her I will take EXTREME pleasure in killing you!" He yelled as he looked into the mans eyes. His mind erupting in various emotions. Love, Compassion, Anger, and Rage.
Sam physically pushed Trent out of the tent and closed the flap, standing firmly in the line of fire. "Now, put it down, Damion. We both know you don[t want to hurt her."
Ronnie, who had remained quiet until now, looked at Damion. "Put it down. Please. I won't run away. I'll stay right here by your side."
Cassandra made one deft move, and disarmed Trent, as York pushed him out of the way. "That's enough, the Captain said." She said sharply, pointing Trent's weapon at him. "You will listen."
"Cassandra." Stran said. "A little too much Kyt."
"Shut it." She said, in her normal Accent, managing to finally lose enough of the Bajoran one she'd been speaking with for a while. "I don't bloody care. You're safe. Daniels is safe. Tyler is safe. The Captain is here. We're a crew again. We will damn well act like one."
"Aye... ma'am." Stran said.
"Fine," Trent said and he calmly walked over to the second unconscious guard. "Keep that one." He reached down and pulled away another rifle. "You want to act like a crew again? As the security chief you just let an unstable man incapacitate three people and take two more under threat of death. Act like you give a damn."
The marine turned and made his way out with the rifle hanging loosely over his shoulder. He had work to do in his sector and he was damn sure they would appreciate his contribution.
"I AM." Cassandra said. "If you can't follow orders, that's fine, but that man is one of our crew. He might not remember it, but my job is to protect everyone. That includes him. It's not an easy thing."
Daniels, however, was not having any of it. He withdrew something from his pocket, and stepped into Trent's path.
"You were not dismissed by the Captain." Daniels noted. He was holding the pistol variant of a guard's weapon. It was aimed at Trent's head. "I've done worse, in this place, and I'm sure, so have you. But if we're to get out of here, we need to work as a team."
"That is what Kyt would have done." Tramira said.
Stran shook his head. "He'd be dead already."
Trent was clearly unimpressed with the weapon being pointed at him. "It is clear to me that you have already taken too many shots to the head with that thing. I'm a marine, I get dismissed by ranking marine officers." He made a grand show of looking around. "Looks like that's me. As for working as a team...I'm given no reason to help any of you right now. She," He threw his head in the direction of the tent "I tried to help. To top it off, you joke when one of your fellow officers pulls a gun on me and do nothing to stop him." The marine shook his head. "No, I see no reason to be here or work with any of you."
(To be continued...)
Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Lieutenant JG Cassandra Levue
Chief Security Officer
Lieutenant JG Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer
Ensign Daniel Daniels
Security Officer
Ensign Stran
Security Officer
Private 1st Class Trent Kushner [Damon]
Marine
Petty Officer 1st Class Samuel "Doc" Renfroe EMT-P
Medic
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