The Undercity (part 2)

Posted on Sun Apr 26th, 2020 @ 11:38am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe & Major John Kayhill & Lieutenant Aenar Torek & Lieutenant Dwight McCabe & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,007 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Food for the Gods
Location: Three Miles Underground

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Thy'Las looked at them before commenting. "Seriously? None of you are gonna..." She let out a frustrated groan before walked away, following York inside.

[NEW]


Three people were sitting at a small table. Another stood behind a counter with a row of bottles behind it. They all looked up, startled to see Sam.

"Hello," she said cheerfully. "My name's Samantha."

Thy'Las walked in, a few seconds after York, but remained in the background. She wasn't about to let the Captain of the Starship go into an unfamiliar location, with no idea how it would be handled, without some kind of backup. Damion wouldn't let her, and neither should she.

The man behind the bar looked at the group. "Who are you?"

"I'm Samantha," she said again. "My friends and are are...visiting."

The man set down the bottle he was holding. "Visiting?"

"Yes." She felt the tension in the room rise. "Perhaps you can tell us where we should go?"

"Go?" The man looked at the group. He'd never seen any of them, but no one ever visited. It was impossible. Or should be.

Aenar stepped inside the door, shadowing the other two officers.

A pale man sat with a companion at a table screwed his face up in confusion as he looked the Starfleet Officers up and down. He couldn't fathom who these people were - they were entirely unfamiliar. 'What do you mean 'visit'?' he asked in a reedy voice.

John didn't say anything. He figured he would let the Commodore do the speaking. He kept his arms folded so he could grab his weapons if he needed to. He kept an eye out for trouble because the tone of the pale man was very suspicious."

"You know, like the two that arrived earlier," she said placidly. The direct approach was often the best. "With the provisions from the surface."

The bartender stiffened and carefully looked them over. He reached under the endge of the bar and pushed an unseen button.

Sam wasn't sure what he did, but by his suddenly apprehensive posture, she had a feeling he just called for whoever was security here. "Good. Thank you."

"For what?" he asked suspiciously.

"You called for security," she replied. "I hope they'll ask questions first."

Tensing, Aenar wished he had a phaser. Not that he was the best at wielding one, but he would have felt better with one holstered. More secure.

The reedy-voiced man at the table raised his tankard and chuckled, 'you're in fer it now yew are.'

John got a little closer to the Commodore and flashed his weapons just slightly.

"So, how many are coming?", John asked.

Thy'las rolled her eyes. She was under the impression this was supposed to be a covert exploration and they were not to draw attention to themselves. Now they were starting bar fights and throwing out threats like they were a general part of polite conversation. She took a few steps and took a position opposite of Kayhill, on the other side of the Commodore, keeping her eyes shifting at the others inside. Making herself aware of everyones position and which would be considered more of a threat.

Sam raised her hand. "No. I want to talk to them. Seeing the city changes our plans. I want to talk to the people in charge. I think we can come to some sort of agreement."

The bartender sniggered. "You'll agree to the rules."

"We're not from this world. We don't follow your rules."

Thy'las nodded her head before looking over to Kayhill. She waited for their eyes to lock before raising her hand slightly to the side of her face, sneakily gesturing to her eye, before moving a strand of hair from her eye and tucking it back under her hat. She would hope the Marine CO understood the signal to maintain a watchful eye with that unassuming motion.

Although Thy'las could tell John had seen her, whether he comprehended was a different story. But given his stance and the way his eyes moved, she was pretty certain he was in that mode.

There was a commotion outside and the door opened, revealing two tall, thin men. They were dressed in long brown pants and frock coats. They blocked the doorway so it was impossible to see if anyone else was with them.

"Is there a problem?" one of the men asked, walking in.

The bartender nodded to the group. "They say they're new arrivals."

Sam smiled. "Hello. I was waiting for you."

Aenar tensed up as he saw the men, realising there was little he could do as they blocked the entrance. Besides, the team was here on a diplomatic mission after all, he reminded himself.

The man looked at the bartender, then at the group. "New arrivals?"

"Yes. This may sound cliche, but we would like you to take us to your leader," Sam replied, still polite. She could sense half a dozen others outside and wondered how often the bartender called for help. "We have a matter we wish to discuss."

"You want to speak to the council?" the man asked, looking perplexed.

"Yes. I'm sure once they know why we're here they'll want to see us." She wasn't as confident as she sounded, but sometimes bluffing worked.

"I've never seen them before," the bartender added.

Both men nodded. The second man turned and carried on a whispered conversation, then turned back. "All right. Come with us."

"Terrible Fashion sense in design of the Uniform." Spartacus said as she follow Samantha to have her back,

John followed quietly, putting on a stern demeanor. He kept an eye on their escort and was ready to move if the Commodore needed him to.


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Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Aenar Torek
Chief Science Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
Counselor
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Thy'las
Security Officer
USS Calypso

Lieutenant Dwight McCabe
Chief Medical Officer
USS Calypso

Major John Kayhill
Marine CO
USS Calypso

 

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