Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
Karen: It's not like your life is over. In fact, the chances of you doing any kind of significant jail time are slim.
Jari: what do you mean?
Karen: Well, depending on the evidence given at your trial, obviously, the average sentence for an Orion pirate is either 5 years public service or 10 years in prison.
OoC: Wouldn't an orion slaver get a bit more though?
Jari: That's still a lot.
*OOC: If she's involved with it by more than association, yeah. I'm assuming Jari is a pretty junior crew member in terms of hierarchy. Officers would get a lot more.*
Karen: Yes, but you'd still have a life to go back to.
Look, I can arrange for you to get some time in the ship's gym, if you want it. Just you and me, whether it's wrestling, MMA to knockout, submission. However far you want to go short of death.
Jari: I don't know...
Karen: Your choice.
Jari: I guess I can.
Karen: Okay, I'll see what I can do.
*A couple of hours later, Jari is escorted to the gym and allowed to change into a kit of her choice while Karen limbers up in the ring in a red top cutting off at the midriff and black trunks.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh TRIBBLE..
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
Damien looks confused at sinclaire but stops just short of releasing him.
Damien: isn't he who we are trying to get.
Sinclaire: no something is wrong. Very wrong.
Sinclaire walks up to him and trys to reach out to him mentally.
*Sinclaire feels something paralyze him in agony as he sees what, should have been, but has now become reality. Terry's eyes glow brighter he breaks the restraints.. but falls to the ground. The price Terry paid for breaking the deal. *
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
*After the ceremony, Mila returns to the competitors' village to train, inviting Sala to spar.*
OOC: Miss this, Allen?*
*Sala pops her joints as she stretches..*
*Dani sits there in thought.
Competitors' Village. Mila is stretching in her Starfleet tank top with a pair of shorts and gloves, before standing and putting up a guard.*
Mila: Ready?
OOC: Here you go Allen. Hope everything's okay.
*Sala nods and catches her by surprise with a quick attack set before backing off and observing Mila..*
*Mila catches herself on the ropes, before smiling a little.*
Mila: Okay, putting aside the fact that I really don't like cheaters... Nice punch.
*She responds with a swift straight kick to the abdomen.*
Sala: *Brushes off the kick, her airway is partially affected..* You wanted a practice didn't you? Plus I want to see if you do have a prayer against some of the competition.
Mila: Well, guess you're about to find out, aren't you?
*She hits her with a quick combo, first a right jab, then a left hook, followed by a right back spin and elbow.*
Sala: *responds with one of her own..*
*Mila quickly ducks under, before tackling Sala to the mat and trying to pin her down.*
*Mila feels a headbutt and tastes the mat as Sala manages to get her pinned down. The Romulan has one up on her physically.. Which is a problem.. Practice ref calls the separation.. *
Sala: Not bad.. Almost had me there.
Mila: Maybe you oughta take a strength suppressant? Even the scales?
*She puts her guard up for another round.*
Sala: You have a chance, I am not going to say what it is though..
Mila: Oh joy, puzzles.
You ready to go, or not?
Sala: I forget who is up one on you? *She is lightly mocking her in good humor.*
*Mila smirks a little before throwing a quick combo of jabs to keep Sala engaged in blocking.*
*Sala finds an opening to strike her in the gut and flip her over on her back. *
*Mila flips onto her feet and throws a back spin kick, letting off a furious combo.*
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
*They look around and hear someone coming. The door opens showing a grizzled veteran with a tactical weapon pointed at them. Shane. *
Shane: Who are you three ding bats?
*At the shooting area they see that these victims had someone cornered and were taken down skillfully, and that the victims are fresh faced or newer recruits from the Academy.. With one exception a Commander in Starfleet notable for being outspoken against the Terry type agenda.. Hadrian.. Coulson knows him on sight, files they had on him were not savory. The work here gives it away to being an old Vanguard team member. *
*A low level agent goes to Coulson*
Agent 1: Who ever this was.. They are real good with a phaser...
*On the Enterprise Sickbay, Dani feels something reaching her.. Something familiar to her and she knows who it is, in agony. *
*Casval leaves the cafe, Tara A soon finds herself on her own trying to make sense as to what is happening. She finds a hooded person not far away mourning..*
*Tara A scans him/her telepathically (non-intrusively).*
*All she gets is a drowned out headache *
Hood: So much has changed.. A rise of an evolution of Humanity, and yet... *He looks at her, he is not quite what she expected. She found him. * Yet war is in the air, and everything I knew is gone.
Tara A: Do I know you?
Hood: Should you? I hear you are looking for me..
*She hears a commotion at the seedy bar as she sees their tag along teenager with them. Wilson is surrounded by smoking corpses armed with phasers. *
Wilson: Stupid terrorist morons.
*In a mocking tone*
Oh lets surround the regenerating merc with seven of us.. Sheesh.. You think they would get the point by now.
Tara A: Oh boy....
*No authorities are showing up as Wilson steps over one of the corpses, listening to a music device.*
Tara A: Are you insane?
Wilson: Define Insane.. Because they did have their weapons on me, and the kid.. Not to mention I did cross some kind of terrorist cell and their boss.. Crappy pants I called him.
Tara A: I don't even know why I asked...
Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh ****..
Tara A: What?
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
Tara A: Excuse me...
*Tara A starts looking for him.*
*She also feels a cold dark spot now take the pain off leaving her close to the area, a rangy area nearly abandoned.. and raised voices coming from a storage warehouse.*
Damien slowly and cautiously walks over to Terry slowly looking over him and scanning him with his own mystic ability.
* All he gets is a blank, like its too clean given what was done to him.. but all he feels is a dark cold like no abilities are working around the new comer.. Something baffling to him.*
Sinclaire is up again now but leaning on his staff some.
Planet
Coulson: alright have a small team search the area. Let's see if we can get a beat on him. I want him alive if possible. Let's see what he knows about what's going on.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Peggy: well he was good with a weapon I'll give him that.
Coulson: yeah not who I figured we'd find here though.
Fury walks up them
Fury: thoughts
Coulson: either getting stupid and sloppy or trying to keep our attention off of something else.
Peggy: or both. Someone with this record would know someone would look into this if we don't know a motive I'd guess he's trying to occupy someone if us or someone else.
Fury: you two keep on it and keep me updated. I'll have Morris check the delegates and I'll keep an eye on comm chatter see if we can't find something.
As they get ready to get to work
Fury: coulson
Coulson walks up to fury who talks quitely
Fury: mystic team has found Terry but something is wrong. I lost the mental link a few moments ago but I knew from sinclaire something was wrong. If things start going south quickly we go to level omega.
Coulson: even with the games and public?
Fury: if it's as bad as he thought we won't have much of a choice. Delegates will be priority to get out. If somethings going to happen we need to be ready.
Coulson: understood.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Sinclaire is up again now but leaning on his staff some.
Planet
Coulson: alright have a small team search the area. Let's see if we can get a beat on him. I want him alive if possible. Let's see what he knows about what's going on.
Shane: How did you get in here? Or much less find this place?
*He gets a closer look at Terry's face, and is surprised*
Peggy: well he was good with a weapon I'll give him that.
Coulson: yeah not who I figured we'd find here though.
Fury walks up them
Fury: thoughts
Coulson: either getting stupid and sloppy or trying to keep our attention off of something else.
Peggy: or both. Someone with this record would know someone would look into this if we don't know a motive I'd guess he's trying to occupy someone if us or someone else.
Fury: you two keep on it and keep me updated. I'll have Morris check the delegates and I'll keep an eye on comm chatter see if we can't find something.
As they get ready to get to work
Fury: coulson
Coulson walks up to fury who talks quitely
Fury: mystic team has found Terry but something is wrong. I lost the mental link a few moments ago but I knew from sinclaire something was wrong. If things start going south quickly we go to level omega.
Coulson: even with the games and public?
Fury: if it's as bad as he thought we won't have much of a choice. Delegates will be priority to get out. If somethings going to happen we need to be ready.
Coulson: understood.
*Wilson pops into the vehicle with Coulson and Peggy..*
Wilson: So it was Agent Tom Cruise and *looking at peggy as he sits there leg over the other suggestively.. and wolf whistles* Agent Sugar pop.. Why are you looking for me now?
Coulson holds in a groan as Peggy looks at him before speaking
Peggy: in telling you now you touch me and I don't care if you heal or not I'll cut off your hand.
Coulson tries not to chuckle before getting serious again.
Coulson: you mind telling me what you are doing here and shooting people for.
*Wilson looks at Peggy and playfully snarls..*
Wilson: Those thumbing idiots were insulted when I refused to do a job for them years ago. Called their boss crappy pants or something that isn't clean in a woman's presence. He took issue with that. So they thought seven of them could do me in, well they... really miscalculated.
Sinclaire: i am not shield at all. He should not be like this or being kept like this at all. If you once he went missing I knew something was amiss and your answer does not put my mind at ease
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
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Jari: I guess I can.
Karen: Okay, I'll see what I can do.
*A couple of hours later, Jari is escorted to the gym and allowed to change into a kit of her choice while Karen limbers up in the ring in a red top cutting off at the midriff and black trunks.*
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Wilson: If they are here... *He pauses a moment.. * Ohhhhhh TRIBBLE..
*When she gets an opening, Sala punches Mila's abs and knocks her on her face again with a sweep.*
Tara A: What?
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*Mila quickly sweeps her legs out in return, getting in a top mount and raining down punches.*
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*Sinclaire feels something paralyze him in agony as he sees what, should have been, but has now become reality. Terry's eyes glow brighter he breaks the restraints.. but falls to the ground. The price Terry paid for breaking the deal. *
*Terry groans again... *
Wilson: That means they are up to something... and whatever it is.. not only is it bad juju... Its bad for stability.
*Tara A feels a familiar shock in her head, painful and nearly head splitting.. Her brother is somewhere here..*
*Mila doesn't see the punch to her head coming nor the kick off that leads to her on the mat again.. *
Damien: what's wrong!?
Damien can feel the pain but is still unsure why.
Sinclaire: what did they do.
Damien: who?
Sinclaire: this is wrong. This no.
Games
Coulson: interesting
Peggy: what now.
Coulson: a disturbance at a location not to far from us. A number of shootings apparently.
Peggy: well let's go take a look.
Tara A: Excuse me...
*Tara A starts looking for him.*
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*Mila starts picking herself up again, brushing her hair out of her face as she puts up another guard.*
Mila: Seriously, strength inhibitor...
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Sala: Your not bad for a human, still a bit unfocused though..
Mila: To be fair, you may have a slight advantage over me... Mainly being 4 times as strong...
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Damien: why what's wrong.
Sala: Maybe but what is making this fight even?
*They look around and hear someone coming. The door opens showing a grizzled veteran with a tactical weapon pointed at them. Shane. *
Shane: Who are you three ding bats?
*At the shooting area they see that these victims had someone cornered and were taken down skillfully, and that the victims are fresh faced or newer recruits from the Academy.. With one exception a Commander in Starfleet notable for being outspoken against the Terry type agenda.. Hadrian.. Coulson knows him on sight, files they had on him were not savory. The work here gives it away to being an old Vanguard team member. *
*A low level agent goes to Coulson*
Agent 1: Who ever this was.. They are real good with a phaser...
*On the Enterprise Sickbay, Dani feels something reaching her.. Something familiar to her and she knows who it is, in agony. *
*She also feels a cold dark spot now take the pain off leaving her close to the area, a rangy area nearly abandoned.. and raised voices coming from a storage warehouse.*
* All he gets is a blank, like its too clean given what was done to him.. but all he feels is a dark cold like no abilities are working around the new comer.. Something baffling to him.*
He turns as the man enters
Damien: i would ask you the same thing.
Sinclaire is up again now but leaning on his staff some.
Planet
Coulson: alright have a small team search the area. Let's see if we can get a beat on him. I want him alive if possible. Let's see what he knows about what's going on.
Coulson: yeah not who I figured we'd find here though.
Fury walks up them
Fury: thoughts
Coulson: either getting stupid and sloppy or trying to keep our attention off of something else.
Peggy: or both. Someone with this record would know someone would look into this if we don't know a motive I'd guess he's trying to occupy someone if us or someone else.
Fury: you two keep on it and keep me updated. I'll have Morris check the delegates and I'll keep an eye on comm chatter see if we can't find something.
As they get ready to get to work
Fury: coulson
Coulson walks up to fury who talks quitely
Fury: mystic team has found Terry but something is wrong. I lost the mental link a few moments ago but I knew from sinclaire something was wrong. If things start going south quickly we go to level omega.
Coulson: even with the games and public?
Fury: if it's as bad as he thought we won't have much of a choice. Delegates will be priority to get out. If somethings going to happen we need to be ready.
Coulson: understood.
Shane: How did you get in here? Or much less find this place?
*He gets a closer look at Terry's face, and is surprised*
Why is my Cousin here?
*Wilson pops into the vehicle with Coulson and Peggy..*
Wilson: So it was Agent Tom Cruise and *looking at peggy as he sits there leg over the other suggestively.. and wolf whistles* Agent Sugar pop.. Why are you looking for me now?
Sinclaire: more important first is whether you are here to help him or not.
Peggy: in telling you now you touch me and I don't care if you heal or not I'll cut off your hand.
Coulson tries not to chuckle before getting serious again.
Coulson: you mind telling me what you are doing here and shooting people for.
Shane: Well, I don't want any big wigs sniffing around so I guess I would have him gone from here. Now tell me what old SHIELD agents are doing here.
*Wilson looks at Peggy and playfully snarls..*
Wilson: Those thumbing idiots were insulted when I refused to do a job for them years ago. Called their boss crappy pants or something that isn't clean in a woman's presence. He took issue with that. So they thought seven of them could do me in, well they... really miscalculated.
*Shaking his head*
Stupid Federation rebels.