*Gillian falls onto her but can't manage to get up the count continues. *
*The count reaches ten and Dani just manages to get to her hands and knees, wiping a little blood from her mouth before noticing that Gillian's also down. She helps Gillian pick herself up, panting.*
Dani *panting*" Not... not bad... for starfleet...
*Dalos Alpha Prime, Presidential Office. Clark is speaking with President Ki'ala.*
Clark: According to him, we have 2 battalions ready.
Ki'ala: And you truly think that's enough to change the tide of the war?
Clark: 1 battalion of Comanches is worth a whole division of Assault Operations, Ki'ala. If we pick their battles carefully...
Ki'ala: And you still can't tell me how these troops were raised so quickly to such a high standard without my knowledge?
Clark: Separation of powers. Given the nature of the Eblisi's indoctrination, the Military felt it important to separate knowledge of these troops outside Military R&D.
Ki'ala: Do you honestly believe these troops are as valuable as you say?
Clark: Perhaps more so.
Ki'ala: Alright. Tell CentComm they have my approval to start fielding the Comanches.
Clark: Yes, madam president.
*Meanwhile, R.S.S. Enterprise, CIC. Matt is speaking to Wax and Bright via holocomm.*
Matt: The Eblisi are starting to land troops on Praxis.
*The count reaches ten and Dani just manages to get to her hands and knees, wiping a little blood from her mouth before noticing that Gillian's also down. She helps Gillian pick herself up, panting.*
Dani *panting*" Not... not bad... for starfleet...
Bright: I think that troops should be deployed to buy enough time for the shuttles to get civilians off.
Wax: I do want troops deployed they won't have the system without a fight..
Matt: I'll call CentComm and get as many troops as we can spare over here. Until then, I suggest we take advantage of the lull in the Eblisi advance and did into the system. I'm going to call in every ship in the 5th Fleet from the RSE and get them here.
Chancellor, I suggest you order all your ships here for a final stand.
Admiral Bright, can the Federation spare anymore ships?
Strauss reads reports from Virgo. They aren't terrible but aren't great either. They have managed to contain them but at heavy costs. The situation here hasn't proven to be much better itself.
Strauss: tea hot
What worries him more is the iris toon with the republic. If that situation gets any worse it won't be pretty at all for any one.
" Now the gate has been unlatched headstones pushed aside; corpses shift and offer room ,a fate you must abide."
Matt: I'll call CentComm and get as many troops as we can spare over here. Until then, I suggest we take advantage of the lull in the Eblisi advance and did into the system. I'm going to call in every ship in the 5th Fleet from the RSE and get them here.
Chancellor, I suggest you order all your ships here for a final stand.
Admiral Bright, can the Federation spare anymore ships?
Bright: We can spare a couple but others are tied down in other areas.. The Enterprise will have to stay in the sector for quite some time and we may have to start pressing those refugees that can work into positions as Waves or Liaisons.
*Hood's Landing. Drake is in a bar in the seedier part of the city. He walks over to a table where a group of men are playing cards.*
Drake: Deal me in?
*He sits down as the group stares at him.*
Man: I thought we had an understanding? You don't bother us, we don't bother you.
Drake: That was before a friend of mine was framed for murder by some very bad people. Being bad people yourselves, it stands to reason that one of you knows how to clear her.
Man: Maybe. Why should we tell you?
Drake: *Shuffling the cards* Because, if you don't, in five minutes, I will be the only person at this table still standing.
*The group laughs.*
Then, 5 minutes after that, I'll be the only one in this room still standing.
*They laugh even more.*
So, we playing?
Man: Yeah...
*The group stands, surrounding him.
Meanwhile, S.S. Tora Zhiyal. Jack and Fuller are looking at a sensor image of the city.*
Jack: So they left the city in a hurry?
Fuller: In the same area as the Transit Station. If Tara was there...
*Jack snarls.*
Jack: Prep the Elim!
Fuller: What about the Captain?
*Jack starts walking out.*
Jack: Tell 'im I went fishing!
*Back on the surface, the bar is covered in unconscious scumbags as Drake punches the last guy out.*
Drake: TRIBBLE. Now I have to wait for someone to wake up!
*He walks over to the bar, blood coming from his mouth as his face is bruised. He reaches behind the bar and grabs a glass and bottle of scotch. He pours some of the liquid into the glass before taking a drink.*
Lochley: Nice mess.
*Lochley walks in, with Drake smiling at her.*
Drake: Thanks. I do have some standards.
Lochley: Do you know how much trouble I go through stopping them throwing your TRIBBLE in a cell?
Drake: Do you know how much trouble your stunt with Tara causes me? *He takes another drink.*
Lochley: That's not my fault. I had my orders
Drake: I don't see you investigating it.
Lochley: That's a job for the actual investigators, not me?
Drake: And are they investigating?
*Lochley remains silent.*
Face it, Cass, P-Sec isn't as clean as you like to think. *He drinks again.*
Lochley: It's a tough galaxy, Dan. Some of these people have to bend the rules to get results.
Drake: And some flat-out ignore them for personal gain.
Lochley: I don't like it! But it's all we've got!
Drake: And as long as you keep telling your--
*They hear a groan as someone starts to regain consciousness.*
Ah...
*He puts his glass down, kneeling down and grabbing the guy by the hair.*
Hello! This is your wake-up call!
Man *in pain*: Ah! Ah! Ah! Give me a break!
Drake: Certainly, what would you like? In arm? A leg? I'm afraid we're out of broken systems - we just had a run on those.
Man *in pain*: Y'know... maybe I, err... maybe I could... make a few calls and... find out what you wanna know...?
Drake: There, see? It's like my mother always taught me; you'll get more with a kind word and good deed than just a kind word.
*Meanwhile, Mercenary Base. The Elim lands in the middle of the compound. As Jack walks out, a group of mercs raise their weapons on him.*
Jack: Here's a word to the wise; drop those weapons before you get hurt.
Bright: We can spare a couple but others are tied down in other areas.. The Enterprise will have to stay in the sector for quite some time and we may have to start pressing those refugees that can work into positions as Waves or Liaisons.
Matt: Alright. I'm going to bring Admiral Terrace into the communique.
*Terrace soon appears in the group.*
Admiral, have you been listening?
*Meanwhile, Matt sends the request for troops to CentComm.*
*Hood's Landing. Drake is in a bar in the seedier part of the city. He walks over to a table where a group of men are playing cards.*
Drake: Deal me in?
*He sits down as the group stares at him.*
Man: I thought we had an understanding? You don't bother us, we don't bother you.
Drake: That was before a friend of mine was framed for murder by some very bad people. Being bad people yourselves, it stands to reason that one of you knows how to clear her.
Man: Maybe. Why should we tell you?
Drake: *Shuffling the cards* Because, if you don't, in five minutes, I will be the only person at this table still standing.
*The group laughs.*
Then, 5 minutes after that, I'll be the only one in this room still standing.
*They laugh even more.*
So, we playing?
Man: Yeah...
*The group stands, surrounding him.
Meanwhile, S.S. Tora Zhiyal. Jack and Fuller are looking at a sensor image of the city.*
Jack: So they left the city in a hurry?
Fuller: In the same area as the Transit Station. If Tara was there...
*Jack snarls.*
Jack: Prep the Elim!
Fuller: What about the Captain?
*Jack starts walking out.*
Jack: Tell 'im I went fishing!
*Back on the surface, the bar is covered in unconscious scumbags as Drake punches the last guy out.*
Drake: TRIBBLE. Now I have to wait for someone to wake up!
*He walks over to the bar, blood coming from his mouth as his face is bruised. He reaches behind the bar and grabs a glass and bottle of scotch. He pours some of the liquid into the glass before taking a drink.*
Lochley: Nice mess.
*Lochley walks in, with Drake smiling at her.*
Drake: Thanks. I do have some standards.
Lochley: Do you know how much trouble I go through stopping them throwing your TRIBBLE in a cell?
Drake: Do you know how much trouble your stunt with Tara causes me? *He takes another drink.*
Lochley: That's not my fault. I had my orders
Drake: I don't see you investigating it.
Lochley: That's a job for the actual investigators, not me?
Drake: And are they investigating?
*Lochley remains silent.*
Face it, Cass, P-Sec isn't as clean as you like to think. *He drinks again.*
Lochley: It's a tough galaxy, Dan. Some of these people have to bend the rules to get results.
Drake: And some flat-out ignore them for personal gain.
Lochley: I don't like it! But it's all we've got!
Drake: And as long as you keep telling your--
*They hear a groan as someone starts to regain consciousness.*
Ah...
*He puts his glass down, kneeling down and grabbing the guy by the hair.*
Hello! This is your wake-up call!
Man *in pain*: Ah! Ah! Ah! Give me a break!
Drake: Certainly, what would you like? In arm? A leg? I'm afraid we're out of broken systems - we just had a run on those.
Man *in pain*: Y'know... maybe I, err... maybe I could... make a few calls and... find out what you wanna know...?
Drake: There, see? It's like my mother always taught me; you'll get more with a kind word and good deed than just a kind word.
*Meanwhile, Mercenary Base. The Elim lands in the middle of the compound. As Jack walks out, a group of mercs raise their weapons on him.*
Jack: Here's a word to the wise; drop those weapons before you get hurt.
*His claws pop up as he clenches his fists.*
*Big Boss steps out his trench coat now over what seems to be a suit with a cigar in his mouth...*
Big Boss: Put them down.. So Jack you return home and are that angry? Typical..
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*OOC: Perhaps then I should revise that. Now I have. *
Kenabi: What do you mean 'other recruits'. Me and Tara haven't agreed to be your recruits in any capacity.
*Tara starts thinking. Ken never used to be this hesitant. Maybe she just has a selective memory, maybe being shot changed him, or maybe...
She shakes the thought from her mind.*
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Big Boss: Sounds like someone is pretty hesitant but you never agreed to stay here. Would a cell be preferable.
*The count reaches ten and Dani just manages to get to her hands and knees, wiping a little blood from her mouth before noticing that Gillian's also down. She helps Gillian pick herself up, panting.*
Dani *panting*" Not... not bad... for starfleet...
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Kenabi: I'm Bajoran. I have a strict policy of pacifism. The prophets never taught us to be warlike - or paramilitary thugs.
Tara: Ken...
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OOC: No response to this, Allen?
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Gillian: Not.. bad... for a... kid..
Big Boss: What is making you so hesitant? Or should I bring up that mark on you..
Dani *panting*: Kid...? I'm 3 years older than you...
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Tara: What mark?
Kenabi: Since when have I had a mark on my head?
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Bright: I think that troops should be deployed to buy enough time for the shuttles to get civilians off.
Wax: I do want troops deployed they won't have the system without a fight..
Big Boss: Your Bajoran of course there is one on your head. But
*OOC: Did whats her name ever get to Ken?*
Gillian: Age has nothing to do with it...
Matt: I'll call CentComm and get as many troops as we can spare over here. Until then, I suggest we take advantage of the lull in the Eblisi advance and did into the system. I'm going to call in every ship in the 5th Fleet from the RSE and get them here.
Chancellor, I suggest you order all your ships here for a final stand.
Admiral Bright, can the Federation spare anymore ships?
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OOC: You mean Samana?
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Dani: You're a kid too. You're more of a kid than I am...!
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Strauss: tea hot
What worries him more is the iris toon with the republic. If that situation gets any worse it won't be pretty at all for any one.
Bright: We can spare a couple but others are tied down in other areas.. The Enterprise will have to stay in the sector for quite some time and we may have to start pressing those refugees that can work into positions as Waves or Liaisons.
*OOC: Yes..*
Gillian: Its all about experience.
Drake: Deal me in?
*He sits down as the group stares at him.*
Man: I thought we had an understanding? You don't bother us, we don't bother you.
Drake: That was before a friend of mine was framed for murder by some very bad people. Being bad people yourselves, it stands to reason that one of you knows how to clear her.
Man: Maybe. Why should we tell you?
Drake: *Shuffling the cards* Because, if you don't, in five minutes, I will be the only person at this table still standing.
*The group laughs.*
Then, 5 minutes after that, I'll be the only one in this room still standing.
*They laugh even more.*
So, we playing?
Man: Yeah...
*The group stands, surrounding him.
Meanwhile, S.S. Tora Zhiyal. Jack and Fuller are looking at a sensor image of the city.*
Jack: So they left the city in a hurry?
Fuller: In the same area as the Transit Station. If Tara was there...
*Jack snarls.*
Jack: Prep the Elim!
Fuller: What about the Captain?
*Jack starts walking out.*
Jack: Tell 'im I went fishing!
*Back on the surface, the bar is covered in unconscious scumbags as Drake punches the last guy out.*
Drake: TRIBBLE. Now I have to wait for someone to wake up!
*He walks over to the bar, blood coming from his mouth as his face is bruised. He reaches behind the bar and grabs a glass and bottle of scotch. He pours some of the liquid into the glass before taking a drink.*
Lochley: Nice mess.
*Lochley walks in, with Drake smiling at her.*
Drake: Thanks. I do have some standards.
Lochley: Do you know how much trouble I go through stopping them throwing your TRIBBLE in a cell?
Drake: Do you know how much trouble your stunt with Tara causes me? *He takes another drink.*
Lochley: That's not my fault. I had my orders
Drake: I don't see you investigating it.
Lochley: That's a job for the actual investigators, not me?
Drake: And are they investigating?
*Lochley remains silent.*
Face it, Cass, P-Sec isn't as clean as you like to think. *He drinks again.*
Lochley: It's a tough galaxy, Dan. Some of these people have to bend the rules to get results.
Drake: And some flat-out ignore them for personal gain.
Lochley: I don't like it! But it's all we've got!
Drake: And as long as you keep telling your--
*They hear a groan as someone starts to regain consciousness.*
Ah...
*He puts his glass down, kneeling down and grabbing the guy by the hair.*
Hello! This is your wake-up call!
Man *in pain*: Ah! Ah! Ah! Give me a break!
Drake: Certainly, what would you like? In arm? A leg? I'm afraid we're out of broken systems - we just had a run on those.
Man *in pain*: Y'know... maybe I, err... maybe I could... make a few calls and... find out what you wanna know...?
Drake: There, see? It's like my mother always taught me; you'll get more with a kind word and good deed than just a kind word.
*Meanwhile, Mercenary Base. The Elim lands in the middle of the compound. As Jack walks out, a group of mercs raise their weapons on him.*
Jack: Here's a word to the wise; drop those weapons before you get hurt.
*His claws pop up as he clenches his fists.*
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OOC: I'll PM you.
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Matt: Alright. I'm going to bring Admiral Terrace into the communique.
*Terrace soon appears in the group.*
Admiral, have you been listening?
*Meanwhile, Matt sends the request for troops to CentComm.*
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Dani: Of which I have plenty.
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*Big Boss steps out his trench coat now over what seems to be a suit with a cigar in his mouth...*
Big Boss: Put them down.. So Jack you return home and are that angry? Typical..
Gillian: Other things included... and pain and good things..
Dani: Just glad we got it settled that you and me are even.
So, your temper ever starts to get the better of you, let me know. I'd be happy to KO you again.
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Jack: Where's Tara?
*He snarls.*
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Gillian: I got you too. So don't underestimate me..
Big Boss: She is here on her own wishes. Besides I saved them from Willis whom you remember very well.
*Tosses him the ring the man had on his finger. *