"Oh for the love of the gods ,show mercy ...there must be some test of some sort." Legion pleads.
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"I don't know," Legion admits, "Maybe that torturer or someone else did something to us, but we don't recall our names, our memories are a mess. Could be a potion or spell or ... who knows, but that should prove we aren't shapeshifters. A shapeshifter trying to fool you would just make up a fake name."
Legion stays back, "We're not monsters..." Yes you are! hisses a voice, "We mean no harm" And yet you do it! another voice mutters in his mind. "We were trapped in a room with a torturer and it's been chaos."
"It's as he says... we don't want trouble, there's enough of that."
"No more booms, no more fire..." Legion clutches at his ears.
Legion nods, and waits for the three tug.
Vrek looks around for the same hidden door, but the voices in his head have arguing opinions on how it is done. He wishes they'd shut up for a second.
"The Stairs are..." Serjant smiles ready to take those, then his face falls as they learn it is blocked. By now he has put on his hide armor in an opposing corner, claimed his weapons and .. a woodenholy symbol of Pharasma that he thinks might be his. "Well, the stairs are not likely. Anyone have rope?"
Vrek looks at the items and memories stir or at least a sense of ownershiop, "Yes, some of these were ours." He gathers them up.
He takes the lantern above, and touches it. At Vrek's touch, a flickering light forms in it sometimes taking the shape of screaming or laughing faces though no sound comes out.
Vrek tries to recall his rank, he thought he had one, but it's all muddled. "Serjant Or maybe Legion. I don't know. But which ever."
Vrek (Though he may not know that) looks over at the others "What are we talking about? Oh yes, we need to get out of here. Where ever here is. I'm sorry, I'm normally more... together? I think that was normal .. once. What do you need me to do?"
Vrek begins to curse under his breath, "Can't save him dead is dead but I wanted to save him and there are costs and you only have so many people and so much time and I have to give the orders to decide who gets tended first but the army is gone so there's no one to give orders too so I can save even less people so more blood flows and then stills and here we are with a corpse, damn damn damn."
"I.. thought I... pardon," He stumbles out of his cell.
"Let's all stay calm mm?" Vrek does not feel calm, the voices are hammering in his head that this is dangerous and then...the man being tortured kicks the doctor close to Narsina! He looks over to the fellow fiddling with the fork, and then decides to provide visual cover so whatever he's doing he can do it without being seen.
"My apologies, amazing work," Vrek decides to try to get on her good side too. She's insane, out of her mind. Not like us. No, not even like you, shut up. Vrek looks about for a gap in the cell, anything. But the voices distract him.
Apologies. Internet is down and I'm using a temporary hotspot to reach here. I may not be able to post today beyond this.
"What..where? I died! I .. think. I .." "Now SHUT UP" someone says and that snaps him out of it even if it wasn't intended for him. He finds himself in the same cell as the man who called him 'Pal' in his..was that a dream? Then sees the torture, and something in him lights up with outrage.. That's not proper healing, that's torture! This offends him indeed. It.. he doesn't know why but it's just not what you do with medical skill or knowledge. He is afraid, but he takes a moment to hear out the fellow next to him talking to the torturer. "Yes, that much is true, clean tools, sharpened, and with solid handle installment is a must for truly delicate work."
"You're in danger of severing the very nerves that allow feeling by the way." How do I know that?
Vrek screams, and a dozen voices in his head scream with him, though one or two laugh!
”He doesn’t know what we’re talking about, they’re not part of a unite. Oh Pharasma, did we lose?” A blink as a white haired elf arrives.. The elf cries about the fog, says its evil. And voices whisper in Vrek’s head that the elf is right! He hears of magic, boy he wishes he had some! And he moves over the rubble rather than risk the fog. ”Of course , they’re real. They have faces!” He says aloud as he goes.
Racing along with others, the scruffy man asks those with him, "What unit are you both with? Wait, are you with a unit?"
"The horns... I don't hear ..." The young man in his twenties has seen better days, or he imagines he has, his longish dark hair matted, his facial hair askew from lack of maintenance.
The whispers in his head mock him, sneering, and furious, and they won't shut up!
Let the madness begin! Or shoes, I think I'd prefer comfortable shoes but we begin anyway.
Sounds like we're closing up then? Reckless, thank you for your efforts. And to my fellow players, good RP. If we are done, could you set this to inactive?
"Ah" Vrek nods making a note to review those rules sometime in the future "Aye captain. I still wonder if it's not just a cheap attempt by said Orion to provoke and gain some fake claim to matyrdom myself."
Vrek tries to recall that one, "is that the one about war being good for business?" Clearly he doesn't have them memorized.
"Ah, yes the Klingons. For all your speeches about honor, your leaders' greed is no less than that of a Ferengi, making it quite easy to bribe ones way past any real consequences." he smirks at Worghrun and Vrek. "Well, at least when the Federation defeated you in war, they were willing to keep you around as Targs to bark and growl at the neighbors." The tellarite scoffs at this weak sauce insult "Given the nature of the Orion syndicate, lecturing anyone on the nature of GREED is LAUGHABLE. At least the Ferangi have rules, self serving though they are. The fact you admit to experience with bribery doesn't help your case either. You're just trying to provoke the commander into taking action that will let you play the victim even more than you already are over perfectly reasonable restrictions." a look at the Commander, "Don't let that smirk faze you, Commander. This worm is wriggling on a justified hook, don't mind the slime."
Captain Komin smiles, broadly, and turns directly to the Orion, but speaks to Worgruhn & Brevik, "Now that I have maneuvered Orion Cargo Unit #1 into admitting that the Orion crew members were, in fact rescued, AND sharing with us that he is not their captain, I really do need to go to sickbay. If you would, see if the others might want to share anything with you. With any luck, the only one that we will need to strand in deep space with a distress beacon aimed at Quo'nos is Unit #1." Vrek says "While I chose a Star Fleet career path of piloting and flight, commander, the Graal-Ker family has a long history of diplomacy and ambassador duties and I know quite a few anecdotes to say the least. Indeed, go back far enough in my family tree and I am related to THE Ambassador Gral who encountered the Great Captain, later Admiral Archer. Hence an aspect of his name in my own Surname." He puffs up a bit with pride, "My family has served the Federation in one aspect or another since. However, while claiming to be no expert, I can verify that Klingons had a feared reputation among Star Fleet for the...treatment of its prisoners. Not a pleasant fate. As for Star Fleet's treatment of prisoners, we're quite civilized, but the great Captain Kirk was not above imploring his first officer to use a mind meld when needed. And even Captain Picard is said to have no trouble holding someone into the brig until they can be SURE the ship in question is safe. I say if throwing them into holding until a thorough investigation into threats and crimes can be done is good enough for the Federation flagship, it's good enough for us, commander. But to make a long response short... he really really doesn't want you exploring your own heritage in the manner of intergation and should probably count himself lucky if he gets to answer a few questions and wait in a holding cell. Just my opinion, Commander." He says this almost cheerily.
Kalos turns and heads towards the cargo bay door, "Commander Vrek, please report to Shuttle Bay 1. Prepare a shuttle for transfer of our 'cargo' - please disable warp drive & communication & computer access. We will beam an encoded distress signal to the shuttle after launch. Lt Ojo, report to Sick Bay to take charge of security there, I will join you shortly. Dr. Komin out. " "Aye, Captain." Vrek finds his substitute and moves with haste.
Be well, Sunshine. *****
"Affirmative, Commander. The tellarite says, his digits moving smoothly along the helm and getting them the hell out of there.
"Oh NOW they notice us." A snort
Apologies, had a washing machine repair and family situation arise ... catching up now
At Sunshine's bellow, Vrek readies for evasive actions
"Aye, sir." The tellarite says complying with each command as it comes, "Riding through a geomagnetic storm would be a new experience, that's for sure."
"Mmph, the Syndicate always did like things sneaky."
"Maximum warp, Aye." Vrek says and 'makes it so'. While others have been having private conferences for the higher officers and the like, he's been dutifully at his station getting to know others. He feels pretty good, as during one of his breaks, he won big on a Dom Jot match against a botanist in the science department who now owes him some non replicated liquor.
"No argument Mister Ojo, do your utmost in this. Velocity is at your command: Commander Vrek, if Lieutenant Ojo's scans produce concern regarding our rate of engagement you will immediately reduce speed at his discretion and ask Commander Worghrun to review the data. The safety of our crew is a significantly higher priority than an Orion distress call." Vrek looks tempted to say something, but nods, "Aye, Captain."
"Lieutenant Imolko, utilize the long-range sensors to ascertain the signal's point of origin." The klingon barks, before turning to the conn. "Lieutenant Graal-Ker, calculate a course for navigation accordingly." "Aye, Commander." Vrek does so Orion? Huh. He engages when ordered Never a dull moment.
I admit I wasn't sure which to go with
Mudbath, Mudbath!
Lt. Vrek mutters "Nice Subroutine."
"Aye, Captain," He does so. "The engines probably felt that."
"Entering the Shackleton Expanse... gravimetric waves incoming... adapting ..." His fingers fly as he adjusts and handles the Atocha. Easy, we got this.
The Tellarite flushes a bit and assumes a more somber look and sits up straight. "Mister Wordhrun, take us out!"The klingon fixes his eyes straight ahead upon the starfield on the forward viewscreen, raises . "Engage." "Aye, Commander" And he engages.
"I've adjusted the chair properly, commander and..." It occurs to the Flight Navigator that the klingon wasn't expecting an answer, and he simply says "Aye, Commander. Flight Station is a go." Komin heads to The Chair, taking his seat as the Commander gets up; "Lt. Imolko, course is laid in and ready? Mister Vrek ... you remember how to steer?" "Commander Ojo, signal Narendra Station the Atocha is ready to depart." "I thought I'd mash buttons and see how she wiggled, captain," A grin escapes him, but he nods.
Vrek prepares for just that, eager to 'make it so'.
Vrek settles into something of a routine, like all Tellarites he has an opinion on everything, and more than a few things are complaints but one meant to provoke a little debate, or improve something that can be improved.
Finding the Ensign preferred not to talk, Vrek let it slide. No point in bullying someone. When he learned of the Washboard, he realized there was one more reason he was picked for this. The Commendation got their attention, but I did score well in gravimetrics... and that sure can't hurt.
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