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Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Aug 31, 2010 14:18:18 GMT -5
Introduction:
"Your Report Sinzo'Catour?" The maiden of importance commanded. She sat upon a throne of horror. Decorated with spikes and the skulls of foes that dared challenge her.
The woman who sat upon this throne was known as the raider. A dreaded race that have lurked in the shadows all threw out history. Praying upon romulans from the beta quadrant and striking fear into all those who have had to share space with them. Clothed and decorated in a voluptuous robe and skirt.
"Federation's enemies close tightly around it, dread mistress," an insure male raider spoke daring not to look the mistress in the eyes.
"And Princess Xalitha?" The leader asked sharply.
"Located Dread Mistress," The male answered quickly as to not to prevolk his leader's wrath.
"Continue," She said commanded.
"A Frengie operative operating on Earth Space Dock has provided details and of Xalitha's location. He as also provided security codes as well. Though the price was quite high." The Male reported.
"Excellent" The Mistress purred. "Is Menzada up to the task?" She asked.
"Sinzo'Vasta has secured what the federations have deemed a Meranda Class starship and are ready to set out!" The male responded.
"Then send my daughter my approval," She said finalizing the mission.
The male suitor bowed and started to turn away. "Oh and male?" She said as a thought popped in her mind. Then he stopped to look back at his leader.
"But first," She said with smirk. "My toes are in need of a good sucking." She reminded him.
"Y-yest! Mistress at once!" He blurted out.
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Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Aug 31, 2010 14:28:08 GMT -5
Elsewhere on Earth Spacedock...
With Mathia's resignation Xalitha was moved from the Shinabol to a holding section in Space Dock. Still under the prisoner of war jurisdiction. She remained in captivity for the last eight months. Forgotten about as leaderships had switched hands in the Daedalus, and others who had ties to the Raider Missions eather dead or missing in action. The princess sat patiently waiting for the storm to come.
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Post by Vice Admiral Nyoko Honda on Aug 31, 2010 15:11:48 GMT -5
Menzeda the short and petite raider woman say in the captain's chair of the her newly acquired Meranda Class Starship. Torturer of it's ship's captain and crew provided her all the secrets she needed to get it running. Then of course she sat in a Federation Uniform, her crew in crewmen uniforms as they set out for the heart of earth.
"How I long for the reunion with my dearest older sister," She said to her company. "Let us not keep her waiting more then she needs too," Her voice darkened as she sat up in the chair.
"Set course for Earth," Menzeda ordered. "Best speed," added.
Then the ship warped out on it's way to earth.
-Days later.-
The stolen starship arrived in Sol. Ahead of them on the main viewer screen was the large space dock. Floating all about were federation starships just like the one they were on.
The Raider who was manning the helm looked up and over to Menzeda. "Space Dock is hailing us," she reported.
"Of course they are," Menzeda responded. "Let em' know we are tired, and want some R&R," She ordered. Then the subordinate pressed the button.
"This is Spacedock Control, USS Santa Fe. Transmit clearance codes," the voice ordered.
"Oh, give em' what they want," Menzeda ordered like a teenage brat sitting in the command chair. Her one leg hooked over one arm rest, her back arched up against the other.
The forward console operates did as they were told and the clearance codes were sent. A pause came for a moment as they waited in silence to see if the Ferengi's codes were legit.
The male mora sitting at the a science console growled slightly. "We may have to get out of here in a rush if they are fakes." He voiced his opinion.
Then by the time Menzeda had finsihed spinning in her chair the stafleet operated responded. "Your clear to dock USS Santa Fe and welcome home".
Then Menzeda smiled wickedly. "How do the Ferengi put it? Oh who cares about how that pathetic race governs there trade," She said scornfully.
"Bring us in Rae'aue," She commanded.
"Mistress, Do you believe you'll just be able to walk as you please on the station?" One of her the others asked.
"Of course, One thing you will find at the Head Quarters of United Aliens are Aliens!" She said confidently and then she laughed. Oh movement would be easy. Getting out however will be the problem.
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