Come Together (part 8)
Posted on Sun Jul 13th, 2014 @ 5:35am by Commodore Samantha York & Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley & Lieutenant Roberta Andrews & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus & Korok Lukk
Edited on on Sun Jul 13th, 2014 @ 5:38am
917 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission: Revenge
[CONTINUED]
The fighting in the guard area grew more intense as Sam made her way out the back entrance. Nero had skulked off and right now, she didn't care what happened to him, as long as he delivered her message.
The Marines had gone to join the fray after a short discussion. Sam had been fortunate that they believed she was going back to safety when she'd asked for directions out the back way.
Once Alexandra and Amarylis had gone, she was alone. Not that she minded. At this point, she was better off on her own. It was easier to slip through the shadows and hide in dark corners if she was by herself. She didn't mind fighting, but she was smart enough to know that you avoided it whenever possible and today was NOT a good day to die.
She sensed someone nearby and paused to identify who it was. The prisoner, Ignatz. Even though she'd only met him once, his mental signature was clear.
"Come on, Mr. Jones. We need to contact the Calypso."
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Bosley organized his team and anyone else he could find and pointed them towards the exit. "Everybody out. No running, no screaming and no fighting. Understood?"
He sent his scout ahead to lead the group out and stayed behind himself to make sure there were no stragglers.
"Please help these women to the Transporter area." The Slave Girl lead her two 'protected' people along to the transporter area, Federation personnel." She had an arm under the one girl that did not have a weapon and seemed the most traumatized.
Korok's arm was still around Roberta for support, his knee was almost double in size now but he held her back a bit so others who appeared frightened could go before them.
Roberta kept looking at Korok's knee, a worried look on her face as they were beamed up to the ship.
[Calypso]
The transporter chief, following Munich's orders, beamed up everyone he could get a lock on. Unless he could clearly identify them as Starfleet, they went into a room set up as a holding area for processing. He had no idea how to tell the difference between prisoner and guard so he left that decision to security.
The Slave Girl was suddenly in a place she did not find to her liking, her vitals registered on the Orion spectrum and now she stood in what was a cargo bay converted for processing. SHe went to the back wall and finding a nice place to plant herself where crossmembers were to give her back support she leaned against it and shook her head. No one heard the slight scrape as she sat down on a bench. She could see the other SLave Girls, many complaining about being put in a cage.
She began to feel a slight chill, she could sense it and the hostility that the Federation Security People had, it did not take that side of her heritage to know the guards did not trust the Orion women. She was just starting to get the chill bumps despite the tempature controls being set. She could only hope that the guards come by soon... SHe was feeling the chills like a slight flu coming over her, it was the first incling that she was in trouble. She went up to the opening.
"I am a Federation Officer..." THe Slave girl began.
"SO am I, I am a Federation citizen and demand my rights... "Another girl called out. "I-I was imprisoned and demand accomidations accordingly...
Several other girls were now chiming up.
The Little Slave Girl was not being heard, she slowly backed away and hoped this would not take long, she hated feeling cold. Her body was starting to chill to the bone, she could feel the same effects as hypothermia setting in as her nose tingled.
"Damn it..." She half cursed , half cried under her breath. "Why did she end up here?"
[Outside on the Planet]
Bosley was pretty sure half the "prisoners" making their way out of the compound were actually guards, but without confronting each and every person, which he didn't have the manpower to do, he was left with little choice but to let everyone out. Finally, the room was silent. He shown his light around to make sure no one else was around and headed for the entrance.
He stopped by Orin, who was in communication with the Calypso. "Any sign of the Commodore?"
Orin shook his head. Bosley grumbled. "Inform the ship. Have them search for her. She's got to be here somewhere."
[Calypso]
The transporter chief got the message from Orin and began to search for Commodore York. At first she was nowhere to be seen, but finally he located her on the far aside of the compound with Caitian. Not waiting for permission, he beamed them both to the transporter room.
"Got her," he said to Orin. "Beaming up you and the Sergeant next."
Sam stepped off the transporter pad and turned to Ignatz. "Sickbay is on deck 8. Go see the doctor. I'll talk to you later."
She then turned to the transporter chief. "Is everyone on board?"
"They will be after this last transport."
"Good. I'll be on the bridge." Without another word she walked quickly out of the transporter room.
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OFF
Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
Staff Sergeant Thomas Bosley
Charlie Platoon Leader
Korok Lukk
Lounge Worker
Lieutenant JG Roberta Andrews
Assistant Chief Science Officer
Ensign Teena Spartacus
Counselor
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