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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: Confrontation== | |||
===by Scott Lusby=== | |||
SD: 2261.017 | |||
Timeframe: After Andy's post "Pieces in Place" | |||
Setting: Maintenance Corridor, New Detroit Spaceport | |||
Lieutenant Commander Gar Th'elenth poked his head out around the corner, his | |||
antennae swept forward, acting as miniature animate sensors, enhancing his | |||
sight, hearing and sense of smell all at once. An Andorian's antennae were | |||
really quite sophisticated appendages: they made an Andorian's sight | |||
quadriscopic, heightening depth perception and enhancing reception of color; | |||
they gave an Andorian much greater sensitivity to sound; they gave an | |||
Andorian a sense of smell that rivaled a Terran canine's. | |||
In the direction they pointed. | |||
So, while Andorians were remarkably difficult to hide from, they **were** | |||
susceptible to being caught unawares from behind, as their antennae didn't | |||
point that way. | |||
So it was no surprise- to anyone except Gar, that is- that an agent of the | |||
caliber of Avae Zh'sharav was able to sneak up behind Gar and startle him so | |||
badly he nearly shot the beautiful Am-Tal agent point blank with a phaser on | |||
stun. | |||
"You're lucky you're not unconscious," Gar hissed, lowering his phaser. | |||
Avae shrugged. "You wouldn't shoot me," she said, her tone strong, | |||
confident. | |||
The HOOD's engineer harrumphed. "Don't count on it," he replied. "We're | |||
not mated." | |||
Most non-Andorians would have taken that comment to be an insult, but in | |||
this case it was a simple statement of fact: mated Andorians protected one | |||
another even more vigorously than other races protect their children, even | |||
above their OWN children or parents. | |||
As such, Avae brushed aside the statement. "Have you given any thought to | |||
our...conversation earlier?" | |||
Gar now turned his entire body to face her. "I have," he said. "And you | |||
know I can't." | |||
Zh'sharav's antennae flattened to her head, much like a cat's ears when | |||
angry- which, ironically, meant the same thing with An Andorian's antennae. | |||
"How can you say that? You KNOW what he is, what kind of information he has | |||
in his brain. We cannot let him live!" | |||
"And that is not a decision for us!" Gar retorted. "That is for a jury to | |||
decide." | |||
"Are you so sure that your Council will turn him over to the authorities?" | |||
Gar's brow furrowed, and his antennae twitched. "It's YOUR council too- | |||
remember, Andoria is PART of the Federation, not a rogue planet. And I have | |||
faith this whole operation," he added, gesticulating with his hands, "isn't | |||
simply to bring an amoral man to work for us. I can't believe ANY Federation | |||
group would do that. If I did, I shouldn't be wearing the uniform." | |||
Avae smirked. "In point of fact, you AREN'T wearing the uniform." | |||
Gar shook his head. "Look- all I am going to say is this: I am going to | |||
follow my orders. Either you are going to help us, or not." | |||
Avae met his gaze, and her stance stiffened. "I have my orders too, Gar," | |||
she said quietly. | |||
At that moment, she brought up a disruptor she had been hiding behind her | |||
back. Gar raised his phaser- perhaps a millisecond late... | |||
...but it mattered not. | |||
A phaser blast came from nowhere, striking Avae square in the back. She | |||
collapsed hard to the floor, her disruptor flying from her hand and landing | |||
at Gar's feet. | |||
Gar grabbed the disruptor; at the same instant, John DeSimms walked out from | |||
around a corner behind the Am-Tal agent. | |||
"Been wanting to do that since this afternoon," the Security man said. | |||
Gar's antennae twitched again, and his brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" | |||
DeSimms looked down at the prone Am-Tal agent. "Agent Zh'sharav and I had a | |||
little 'talk' after the two of you played touchy-feely in the hotel lobby," | |||
he said. | |||
Gar walked over to Zh'sharav's prone form, looking intently at his former | |||
lover. Then, he met DeSimms' stare, and his eyes burned cold fury; he knew | |||
exactly what kind of "talk" he had had with Avae. "You and I will finish | |||
this later," he said, his antennae swept back flat on his head. "We have a | |||
job to do first- but this isn't over, pinkskin," HOOD's Engineer/Second | |||
Officer growled. | |||
Th'elenth nodded at Avae's body. "Bind her and get her out of here before | |||
someone notices her- put her somewhere she can't get out from and interfere | |||
with us." He paused, and stepped so that he was less than a foot from the | |||
Security man's face, and spoke in tones so cold that it could have frozen | |||
ice. "If she dies, you are going to wish you died as well." | |||
At that, Gar spun on his heels and marched off, hastily turning the corner | |||
and stepping into the spaceport proper before he completely lost control of | |||
his emotions- and his actions. | |||
<<NRPG>> | |||
Just pushing things forward. I wonder what Avae's fate will be here... | |||
Daniel- don't take this personally; our characters have been leading up to | |||
something like this since your torture post. Put Avae where you want, but | |||
please do NOT kill her off. I have plans for her yet. | |||
Respectfully Submitted, | |||
-- Scott Lusby | |||
/\ LCDR Gar Th'elenth | |||
Chief Engineer/2O | |||
USS HOOD NCC-1703 | |||
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