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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Nov 23, 2022 14:15:55 GMT -5
As the stained glass doors parted, Sister Devon swept into the briefing chamber. The eyes of her fleet Admiral and Holy High Captain hung and every graceful movement of her form as she made her way to the holographic dais at the room's center. She knew the effect she had on both genders and knew as well it had it's purpose. For today she expected answers from them, she knew even the officer standing in the shadows just off to the side watched her with interest. She stopped before the table and leaned forward, her sleek silken vestments clinging to her lovely form.
"Let me see Admiral, if I understand these reports to date..." She purred as she keyed in the necessary reports she had chosen. "Beginning with a out of the usual attack by a Starfleet attack carrier, a Kzari Battle Cruiser and a Skara Attack Cruiser. An attack that cost us six vital subspace relays and the coordinating forward communication station. A battle that while we managed to heavily damage two of their vessels and destroy the Skara cruiser, we lost our garrison force of no less than three command cruisers and associated fighter craft...yes?" She eyed her command staff.
"Yes your holiness." Her Admiral nodded.
"Remind me they were forced to retreat ... why again?" She added.
"Due to the damage they sustained, the carrier and battlecruiser could only collect their survivors and return to Kzari space, the entire encounter was a reckless and desperate attempt to raise their own slipping morale."
"I see..." She raised a hand to silence him as she continued. "It was then shortly after we lost a valued troop and supply convoy...an attack by what you people deemed a minor separatist movement of our own converts that staged such an attack that cost us, 6 troop transports carrying more than 20,000 of our devote Deacons and then forced the surviving six transports to dump their much needed supplies into space around one of our closed missionary worlds. An attack that again cost our navy a destroyer and two escorts...correct thus far?"
"Yes you holiness." Her Admiral again replied.
Her Holy Captain, the region's intelligence specialist went to speak and was silenced again by her raised hand.
"and still at this time, these supplies that were dumped around our closed missionary world, still have yet to turn up any where, nor could you find even a trace of the impulse engines nor warp engines of the many ships that six transport loads of cargo would require?"
"Your holiness, that investigation is still open and on going ..we are encountering difficulties due to the nature of the separatist's orig..." The Holy Captain began until she interrupted her.
"We will get to 'them' in just a moment my dear, for now let us continue the status of the current situation we find ourselves in."
She deftly with elegant grace swept her hand over the dais to alter the display. The Admiral's jaw tightened as the display for LMC-3017-31 appeared.
"Now then out of nowhere, one of our mining facilities on a isolated moon around this systems largest gas giant suddenly explodes and destroys the entire moon, which we have ascertained occurred due to the dilithium mother lode being ignited, and when the moon went we lost the mine... its workers and garrison, the two dilithium refineries along with their workers and garrisons as well as the rather large orbital supply depot its workers and its garrison as well... so far i am following yes?"
Silence washer answer to which she smirked and continued.
"Again to add to this rather long and growing list of losses...we can add the region's patrol squadron of six escorts lost or heavily damaged that were diverted at the sign of the first blast.."
Her Admiral cleared his throat but she continued one over what he was about to say.
"Thus causing the ranking Sister to divert an entire fleet bound to reinforce the Tanausan Imperium Fleet offensive in Kzari Space, who I must point out were caught off guard by the sheer size and power that the Kzari have now brought to bear on them and who i might add were counting on said fleet."
Her looked up at them now as she continued. "A fleet that was forced to divide its forces to chase down these ...separatist forces ..who again claimed credit for destroying that earlier mentioned moon ..an attack I must say that has cost us more resources than any other such separatist attack in the last thousand years..."
"Your holiness..." Her admiral tried once more to speak.
"Now I am told.. "She said in a rather cold tone. "That while searching for this force that has struck us out of nowhere.. that a search and destroy squadron of our fleet dispatched to find them, discovered something and entered yet another closed missionary system and were then lured into a trap that not only led to the death of the command cruiser but one of its escorting destroyers...so horrid and rapid was this ambush that it forced the other destroyer to flee in terror.."
She let her last sentence hang in the air a moment before adding. "Our forces...fled in terror."
She smiled a cold and cruel smile at them all, her words now dipped in icy venom. "My Gentlemen and lady...in the name of Our Holy Lady of Darkness...what the fuck is going on out there in my space?"
"My Lady, the serpartist fight..unlike any before, their attacks are reckless and uncoordinated..rash and direct.. without.." He swallowed.
"Yesss" She hissed at him. "You can say it... without fear. What was this idiotic name you claim they call themselves?"
The two Chantry officers shared a look, neither willing to look at her or the officer standing quietly in the shadows. Finally the Holy Captain spoke upher vocie cracking a little as she did so.
"The Real Meow Meow Liberation Front Party Planning Committee...now as You must realize.."
"What in the name of our Lady's Order is a meow meow.. not even in the least a real one?"
"It's /Her/." A long suffering voice finally spoke from the shadows. The figure stepped forward to show the Imperial naval officer's uniform of her Tanausan Imperium attaché officer. "The Witch of Kirtas."
Sister Devon sneered some. "Captain T'Pang?... Here?"
"No no Madame ...not the Terror of Kirtas... T'Pang's barbarian witch and her crew of pirates." The man stepped to the dais. "We have scant bits of intelligence of her witch.. during the early days of our Kirtascan operation Admiral Nil took the brash hail from a Starfleet vessel..to amuse himself by further taunting them after the Destruction of the starship Engima and capture of its commanding officer.. only to find this human female unimpressed, she even went so far..as her forces were being driven out of the Kirtascan homeworld system to insult and even threaten his life.."
The Chantry officer all scoffed at this and shook their head as unimpressed as this officer had found his own supreriors, when he had relayed his own report about this ship's captain and her crew.
"It was like.." He went on now to all three of them. "The battle's outcome and their own fellow military lives did not matter to them. That they seemed..annoyed they would have to become involved."
"Go on.." the sister implored, she was giving him her full attention.
"I was on the Admiral's carrier at that time, and I saw what followed during the occupation, on no less than two accounts ..this witch materialized out of no where and delayed the deployment by Admiral Nil's forces at key moments. They struck with the ferocity of one of our gladiators doomed to die in our arenas, as if they did not care for anything save for just ..humiliating the Admiral himself. They charged the carrier during one of the attacks and took tremendous damage to just knock out his primary fleet communications arrays ..and other time..to cripple not the carrier...but the hanger bays..just enough to for stall the Admiral reinforcing his forces to prevent a pending Dawn Alliance offensive ..."
"This witch even was present at Admiral Nil's defeat, despite reports indicating given her damage and casualties endured she was effectively a non combatant. "
He went on. "For all we know.. she and her officers did stand laughing the death of the Admiral as the rumors say they did...however I do not believe they had the time to do so..."
"And why is this?" The Sister chimed in.
"Because shortly after the fall of Nil... the witch and her ship vanished. Our intel reports she was not present in the aftermath of Kirtas. A week afterwards, two of our maximum security prisons in our space were destroyed and the captain of the Engima was liberated."
Sister Devon's eyebrows raised. "She invaded...Imperium space and what? Returned to now strike at us...here in our own space?"
"You are a lot closer Sister." He smirked.
"Impossible!" The Admiral claimed, his jaw tense.
"Everything that has happened recently indicates I am right...she and her crew of murderous barbarians are here. So if I were you i would give up on this hunt for a separatist movement and look for a ship, a single ship with a captain and crew who are highly skilled at guerilla warfare."
"You would? What if we do not take such inane advice Commander?" Her Admiral asked the Tanausan Officer.
The blue skinned officer smirked and leveled his eyes on the Sister across the lit dais surface. Saying to her..
"Then I suggest that you Sister, do as the Witch advised Admiral Nil to do."
"And that was?" Sister Devon added with a sneer, though some of the brashness was out of her voice.
The Tanausan looked back at the map...
"Leave a light on whenever you sleep."
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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Jan 9, 2023 3:38:14 GMT -5
The Sister finally took her eyes off of the hologram that stood tall between all of them. It floated there suspended above the central dais of the main data feed in the briefing room of her Cathedral. Her burning red ember like eyes drilled into each of them, the three self important Revered Admirals and the Holy Captains that made up their entourage of aides.
"Let me see if I am following this, one ship...according to our illustrious Imperium attaché his people have dubbed 'The Witch of Kirtas', took out ..."
"Not Witch," She was interrupted by the Imperium officer who watched from the side semi amused now. "A mistranslation on my part... Though she has a blood witch at her disposal according to the Nizareans... but what my people call she who commands this lone ship..is the "Wraith of Kirtas". That is who you hunt now."
Sister Alexa glared daggers at the man a moment before turning a withering gaze back to her own command staff. "This Wraith took out not only a vitally important shipyard, but heavily damaged the wing of cruisers docked there for repair and refit before going into action against the Kzari Heretics?"
"Yes your holiness" The Revered Admiral in charge kept his gaze lowered from hers as he answered.
"Which murdered one of my sisters and one of Captain Huu's brother officers?"
The command staff shifted uncomfortably and did not answer immediately.
The Tanausan Officer chose to speak up then by adding with a slight smirk. "To be fair my brother officer managed to get out in time."
Sister Alexa turned to him once more with a withering look.
He responded with an amused. "Take heart Holy One...from what I understand so did your dear sister." he waved a black gloved hand at the dais as he approached it smugly.
The readout from the rather lengthy damage report concerning the crippled shipyard disappeared to be replaced by security footage from the night of the attack. All eyes turned to watch as it now showed two black armored figures running up the supposedly secured hallway leading to Sister Tiria's private chambers. As they continued to watch the sisters personal guards were dropped with highly precise shots from the two operatives as they blitzed their way through them. Sister Alexa watched as the doors to the bedchamber were breached as Sister Tiria was enjoying time with her lover as the attack on the shipyards began. The feed then showed only one operative enter the room and drill a single phaser shot through the forehead of her lover before stunning her. The attack had been so swift and in the middle of the chaos, this part had clearly not been caught during the initial review of the attack. As they observed the sisters limp form was picked up by the lone operative and handed off to her companion. The other operative departed and the female operative was joined by yet a third operative in heavy battle armor.
"Hold" Captain Huu said evenly. He reached up to touch the air between the images of the two armored woman and said. "Enhance"
The Holo now centered on the pair frozen as they were about to leave the bed chamber.
"Add the downloaded images and compare to current image."
As they watched two more pictures arrived.. both showing what seemed to be the interiors of Tanausan faculties, there was no mistaking the match found here.
"This first female operative is the Wraith, the name she called herself to Admiral Nil was 'Captain Razzor, Elizabeth Razzor'...we are still trying to sort through the gathered intel, not much of it makes sense. Clearly she was some form of highly secretive operative that worked for their Federation, however they have this all in her public record...so clearly that is not who she is. Her file is obviously full of Starfleet Intelligence lies.. though we can confirm they have disavowed her which again is a ruse... so we have lies about lies.. her record even goes on claim she is married to a highly placed veteran admiral...who is quite clearly this operatives handler and not her mate. She is in a very real sense.. a ghost in their service."
Huu then gestured to the heavily armored figure. "We have almost no idea who this woman is.. other than the commanding ground force operative who is controlled by the Wraith. We do not even have a name for this one. We only have and identifier we intercepted off of our own security feeds...the Wraith has this one designated as merely 'Scream'." He smirked. "Ill let you all wonder as to why this operative would be called that... we are also assuming the Wraith has stocked her entire crew with highly trained lethal operatives such as this."
Alexa paled some yet managed to maintain her composure and dignity as she looked to her staff. "I want this ship found and destroyed, no matter what!" she hissed out the last. "Find them before their actions emboldened Starfleet and their damned allies any further!"
"No matter what?" The Revered admiral asked her.
Alex fixed her gaze at him "Whatever the cost...find them and blow them out of the stars!"
With that she whirled and stormed out of the room her heels could be heard echoing down the grand hallway from them as they leapt to obey her orders. All of them that is save for Captain Huu who fixed his gaze on the pair and smirched as a plan of his own began to emerge.
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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on Feb 3, 2023 17:47:19 GMT -5
The cool biting wind blew through the fur of her lovely wrap as Sister Alexa was led through the rubble, surrounded by her escort of Deacons. All around her now stood what remained of the deep subspace relay station and its staff. She lifted her head as her lovely slim form was backlight by the still smoldering Deacon Sanctum as she looked as the pile of rubble the Command tower down in the valley before, had become. She turned her red burning eyes to the very large crater near the rubble of the tower where the communications command bunker was stood. She closed her eyes and finally spoke as her entourage finally managed to arrive.
"All of this...all of this took how long?"
A brief period of awkward silence descended upon her Admiralty escort, the ranking surviving Deacon of the Outpost and of course Captain Huu, their ever present Imperium Liaison. Just before she felt irritated enough to glare at them the ranking Deacon took a knee beside and spoke.
"Just under thirty minutes your grace."
She shuddered as her empathy allowed her to enjoy the sensation of the man's shame and disgrace. She was as always equally touched by his loyalty, even after this colossal failure he would die by his own hand for her if she ordered. She smirked perhaps this one might be salvageable she mused.
"And of course the message in the rubble.." She began only to be interrupted by the Tanausan's own irritated and impatient tone.
"We know it is her...she and that damn crew of her pirates.." He snapped some with disgust. "The message read 'For T'Pang'.. clearly some form of a response to our on going operation against the Pilgrim and her captain..."
Alexa smirked coldly and swiveled her glace to him some by her side. "Yes Captain Huu... it would seem that whatever that operation is, the one not shared with us, has now become our problem..
Huu drew an sharp breath of annoyance but said nothing to this.
"Why let us see, since you decided to 'assist us' in hunting down this heretical "Wraith', her 'Witch' and their her blasphemous crew... we have had one major supply convoy become confused and have had our freighters AND our naval vessels attacked by your ships..the very ships who were to ambush the Banshee who then turned their guns onto us.."
Huu seethed. "So it might seem..." He began.
"In the process, your prey then went on to most likely see the end of an unrelated patrol of Marauder and four prowlers and in the process ignited and detonated a ratherlarge gas giant."
Huu eyed the back of the sister's head as she went on. "There is no way she could have defeated a patrol of that size and strength..in pointof fact i am still at a loss how she could've lured them into system in a way for the explosion to have..."
"Destroyed your entire patrol by leveling a star system and creating a new minor star in our sky?"
Huu hissed. "Yes your grace..that. It should have ..."
"And now..I learn that I have lost...a major subspace communication hub, and..."
She said to her other side to the kneeling Deacon. "How many were sacrificed in the name of our lady?"
"One hundred and twenty three known dead thus far Your grace, twice that wounded. Of that wounded, the number of critical injuries was.."
She stopped him with a soft graceful wave of her leather gloved hand.
"Right now this outpost, what is left of it only has thirty one Deacons, soldiers and technicians untouched by this bold and disgraceful attack."
She turned to glare at the Admiral and Captain Huu.
"All of this...all of it done by one ship! On top of all of this, we are discovering that this one ship has opened the door, we have recent intelligence to ascertain numerous leaks are getting out to numerous..as in now more than one deeply placed asset operating as either a raider or scout in our space. Do you not see what is happening here.. this is spreading like a virus! Word of these attacks despite the best efforts of the Chapel of the True Message is spreading through the worlds of the Chantry. It is but a trickle.. however this will only embolden the blasphemous races of the Dawn's Alliance..."
She took a step towards her Admiral who immediately dropped to his knees in the dark mud. "You have failed me and by doing so you have failed the True Word of our Lady of Glorious Order."
The Admiral kept his head down, his voice trembled as he spoke. "We are increasing our patrols, coordinating with Captin's Huu's Imperial Squadrons and.."
She cut him off as she glared down at him. "Deacon!" She snapped to the ranking surviving deacon of outpost. Her voice cold and final. "Due your duty!"
With the fury of a hungry tiger and the grace of a skilled dancer the Deacon flowed from his one knee to move immediately behind the Admiral His armored gauntlet cupped the man's double chins fiercely and placed the palm of his left hand to the older Delphian's head, a dull powerful metallic simple *Shunk* was heard, The Deacon then tossed the Admiral forward as it the body offended him too allow it to fall face first into the mud at the boot of the Sister. The deacon rose then stadning at the ready..the Admirals blood running down the long pointed blade that had emerged from the left gauntlet covering his hand.
Captain Huu, aware of just how close the deacon was to him from behind. He then glanced to his own escort guards who were about to raise their rifles up. His own crimson gaze went to the Sister's more numerous escort of Armored Deacons who now eyed his own personal guard escort. Huu stopped his guards with the barest of shakes of his head. His guards kept their weapons down. Huu returned his gaze to the sister who was staring back at him.
"Perhaps your advice of how to pursue your Wraith my dear captain will benefit this fool's replacement. For obviously the man just failed to understand the wisdom you offered him."
"Yes...sister that had to have been it." Huu smirked and this time opted to not lie to her. "This one was in fact...a fool."
Sister Alexa smiled a warm near sensual smile to him. "Yes of course that had to be it. He alone failed to grasp the situation. I am certain the next Admiral will work more in depth with you in our continued hunt for your Wraith and her crew ..this will prove you remain a valued asset to us and our Glorious Lady."
She strode off to the distant shuttle, then paused. "Deacon?" She spoke to the surviving deacon again. "You have reclaimed your life...attend me" She walked off, with this young Deacon officer falling into step by her side with her personal guard.
Huu drew a breath, which sounded like a snarl and followed. His escort likewise followed. He was unaccustomed to being threated by someone outside of his beloved Imperium. He understood punishment and the nature of the games played for power back home and even within his own command structure. At least those seem to fit the strong shall rule mentality he was raised with. However, these fanatics, his people's allies gave him cause for alarm. Their extremist dedication bordered on insanity, yet there was no denying the sheer force their military was able to brig to bear, nor denying just how little life seemed to mean to them in the pursuit of their order's goals.. None the less if things got to the breaking point down here...
As they walked Captain Huu quietly began to contemplate the possibility of an escape and exit strategy for his people ..or at the very least for himself.
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Post by Captain Elizabeth Razzor on Mar 5, 2023 18:28:57 GMT -5
The smell of central park of many years ago, wafted around her, the sound of her sister's laughter, the warm smile of her mother, the feel of her father's strength by simply holding her tiny hand. So many memories yet she kept coming back to this one. A memory rivaling only the memory of the night HE had asked for her hand in marriage. The strength in his touch, the power in his eyes as he stared into her own...Memories of a time where she had been away from what in reality was her life..
..she was now swaddled and embraced in the fuel that kept her going...despite the fuite dark talon like attempts to shred by them. The talons of dark hate only kept cutting through the false images she had conjured up..yet another relaity...food for them to dig out..to feel a sense of pride they had stripped from her...
She smiled inwardly...despite the pain she felt pulsing through her jaw....her bad eye's rhythmic ache.
She opened her good eye to once more rejoin the reality she shared with them...her captors. She raised her head, her hair matted to her skull by sweat and blood and she looked up into the eyes of the burly Deacon, who had by now taped up his knuckles...
She smiled smugly at him...
..and was rewarded with yet another strike to her painful jaw, snapping her head back. Her head in turned whipped back at him as she spit and covered his un-helmeted face with her bloody saliva. She hung there before him, the largest of the three deacons in the room, her wrists chained together high above her head as she was suspended from the ceiling. The black body suit she had worn under her Starfleet special forces armor was torn here and there. As she spun some as she spoke to her torturer.
"Ya know there Deke honey, if you are going to keep flirting with me like this...why don't you go slip into something more comfortable..."
Bigger smirk at him now. "Ya know.. like a coma?"
She took and very much felt the two blows to her stomach in rapid succession and coughed as her form wracked with pain.
The Deacon watched her a moment, as Captain Huu spoke up. "You speak as an idiot might, do you truly fail to grasp your situation?"
Liz leaned back and dropped her head back to find the speaker and answered the Tanausan. "Of course I'm talking like an idiot, like how else would you guys understand me?"
Huu sighed and nodded to the Deacon, who delivered two more blows to her midsection.
"My dear captain, you are going to tell us what we wish to know eventually, it is merely only how much pain you wish to receive on your journey to get there." Huu said with mock sympathy. "You can only make things easier for yourself...you were bold.. but foolish...it is time to end this barbaric stubbornness of yours.. and for you to just accept the inevitability of our superiority."
Huu watched her as he addressed, she actually looked like she had been hanging on his each and every word. He smirked wolfishly, feeling that the pain and the effects of the Inquisitor tearing at her mind was having its effect...finally.
"Ahh..." she said... and sighed a sigh of resignation and offered to him sadly. "I am trying Huu.. I am... I really really am. I'd like to see things from your point of view but...
She then cackled as she looked to the Tanausan with mockery in her eye. "I like SO can't seem to get my head that far up my own ass."
Huu snarled some though took some pleasure as the follow up blow from the Deacon snapped her head back and dropped the frustrating creature back into unconsciousness.
Huu watched her limp form hang there a moment and then addressed the Deacons. "Outside...we shall let your Inquisitors continue to deal with her for now...we've given her enough to think about.
With the trio of deacons following him out, Huu sealed the cell door behind him...
While Liz again found herself on a dock with the one that meant the universe to her, slow dancing to ancient 1930's music in the eye of the storm of realities she had swaddled herself in..as the talons torn at the outer realities that raged around her every thought...
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Post by Captain Elizabeth Razzor on Apr 8, 2023 21:06:11 GMT -5
Liz looked up from where she had been seated, her wrists, rubbed raw with open wounds were chained to a metal bar welded to the center of the metallic table. Placed in the center of the room the table and bench set was the room's only furniture. The door opened and in swept the new Imperial interrogator escorted by his Latejo guard and a Deacon.
The arrogant young officer, clearly of high birth smiled at her, seemingly taking delight at her beaten features. Liz canted her head and fixed her good eye on him. She inwardly smirked, here comes the reasonable cop routine...okay kiddo...i'm game she thought.
"Well captain, i can see our allies and my predecessors have made you feelright at home with us."
"Yes, you all are a very hospitable people." Liz smirked and moved stiffly to sit upright. "Like 5 stars on YELP."
The Imperial interrogator smiled warmly to her "Look here, let us try to be reasonable for a change. Now as the ship's captain you can at the very least tell us at the very least the names of you primary officers and crew. How hard would this be? You can do so yes?"
Liz quirked a brow but nodded "I certainly can."
The young Tanuausan was admittedly a little surprised by this but pressed on "Well you know I've yet to be fully briefed on your crew. So you'll have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's under your command then"
Liz wearily nodded as she summited. The Officer noting the previous attempts, beatings and mental torture must be having the required effects on this woman.
Liz said weakly but clear enough as if to be helpful in his understanding "Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know our names may sound strange to you , we are a federation of many races... which again might seem peculiar to you but can be looked up in any captured files..."
The young officer smirked. "I see.. let us begin then, shall we Captain?"
Liz nodded and lowered her head in thought as she recited "Well, let's see, I have on the bridge, Who's is my first officer, What's on tactical, I Don't Know is on helm...
The officer blinked unsure he heard her right. "That's what I want to find out."
Liz cleared her dried throat, her head was still pounding as she tried again. "I said, Who's my first, What's is on tactical, I Don't Know's on helm."
The Tanausan shook his head still confused "Are you the Captain?"
"Yes." was her answer.
"You are their commanding officer?"
Liz nodded again "Yes."
The looked down at her and frowned "And you don't know their names?"
Liz groaned annoyed at him "Well I should."
The officer leered down at her "Well then lets be clear. who's is your first officer?"
Liz defeated nodded to him "Yes."
The Tanausan scowled more and pressed her "I mean the fellow's name?"
"Who."
"The guy who is your first." He snapped a bit irritated now.
"Who."
"Your first officer?"
"Who." She said more emphatically.
"The guy serving as..."
Liz interrupted him "Who is my first!"
The officer sets his jaw frustrated "I'm asking YOU who's your first."
"That's the man's name."
The officer stared down at her "That's who's name?"
"Yes." She nodded.
He insisted then. "Well go ahead and tell me."
Liz shrugged. "That's it."
He scowled lost some. "That's who?"
"Yes."
The officer out of reflex turned to look back at the Latejo guard and the ranking deacon who stood on either side of the door to the room. They both shrugged at him. He looked back to the prisoner...
"Look, you do have a first officer?"
She nodded once "Certainly."
"So Who's your first officer?"
She nodded again to him "That's right."
The officer's eye twiched, this was not going as well as he expected it would "Now look when you issue written orders to him, who receives those orders?"
"He does, Every order"
He bite his lip some "All I'm trying to find out is the fellow's name."
"Who."
"The guy that gets those..."
"That's it." She affirmed again.
"Who gets the written ord..."
Liz told him. "He does, every PADD that carries those orders. Sometimes his girlfriend comes to me to collect them."
"Who's girlfriend?" The officer snaped back.
"Yes."
The young officer hung his head and began to take a few deep breathes.
Liz sounding a little concerned "What's wrong with that?"
The officer snapped his head as an idea hit him. "Look, all I wanna know is when you sign up the first officer to the duty roster, how does he sign his name?"
Liz responded immediately "Who."
"The guy."
"Who."
The officer pressed trying to intimidate her. "How does he sign..."
Liz cut him off "That's how he signs it."
"Who?"
"Yes."
The Young officer, frustrated, confused could feel a vein in the side of his head, make his eye twich. He rubbed his face a moment and tried again...
"All I'm trying to find out is what's the guy's name serving as first officer"
Liz offered in return "No. What is on tactical."
The officer scowled at her "I'm not asking you who's on tactical."
Liz sighed at him. "Who's is my first."
The Tanausan officer barked at her "One station at a time!"
"Well, don't change my officers around." Liz barked back.
"I'm not changing anybody!" He snapped at her.
Liz snapped back. "Take it easy, buddy."
The officer exploded "I'm only asking you, who's the guy serving as first officer?"
Liz nodded then. "That's right."
"Ok."
"All right." Liz calmer sat back.
There was an abrupt sound from some where behind him near the door, looking back at this moment in his life he was never sure if it was the hulking Latejo or the deacon that had snickered. The young officer whirled at her after a awkward paue and went on the offensive with this barbarian witch...
"What's the name of the man serving as YOUR fist officer?"
Liz shookher head "No. What is on tactical."
"I'm not asking you who's on tactical."
"Who's is my on first officer." She came back with.
The officer annoyed "I don't know!"
"She's on helm, we're not talking about her."
The officer blinked stunned now "Now how did I get on helm?"
"Why you mentioned her name."
The officer leaned on the table to look into Liz's eye "If I mentioned the helm officers name, who did I say is on helm?"
Liz shook her head at him seemingly annoyed now "No. Who's is my first."
Confused he came back with "What's on first?"
"What's on tactical."
"I don't know."
"She's on the helm.
The officer pushed off the table and threw his arms up into the air "There I go, back on helm again!"
This time there was no snickering as the officer glared at the interrogation room wall a moment. he snarled a long suffering sigh and said to Liz..
"Would you just stay on the helm station then and don't go off it."
Liz politely considered this and to him incredulously agreed. "Sure, what do you want to know?"
Finally, he thought he looked at her and said "Now who's on the helm station?"
Liz gasped a long suffered sigh clearly she was frustrated with him now "Why do you insist on putting Who on the helm??"
She caught him off guard as he asked. "What am I putting on helm?"
"No. What is on tactical."
Confused he again fell down the rabbit hole. " You don't want who on tactical?"
"Who is my first."
"I don't know!" He leaned in to all but scream into her face.
Together the pair shouted "Helm!"
There was utter silence now between the pair, the Latejo and Deacon did not move nor make a sound as they observed this on going exchange.
The officer took quite a few moments to collect himself and tried a new line of attack... "Look, you have Chief Engineer?"
Liz being helpful nodded once more. " Sure."
"What is the chief engineer's name?"
"Why."
He snarled clearly annoyed by her arrogance "I just thought I'd ask you!"
Liz bit back "Well, I just thought I'd tell you!"
He pressed Liz now with "Then tell me who's your chief engineer!"
"Who's is my first!"
"I'm not..." He drew a deep breath and yelled at her "Stay off of the Bridge! I want to know what's the guy's name serving as Chief engineer?"
"No, What is on tactical."
"I am not asking you who's on tactical!"
"Who's my first!"
He sighed getting a sinking feeling "I don't know."
They again together said "Helm!"
He stared at her for a long long moment trying to collect his thoughts, finally getting out..
"The Chief Engineer's name?"
"Why."
He snapped again at her "Because!"
Liz smiled then "Oh, he's my Chief of Security."
The young officer looking and now feeling very haggard, rumbled then sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.
"Look, You have a Doctor on your ship?"
"Sure." She nodded to that.
"The doctor's name?"
Liz stretched some "Tomorrow."
"What? You don't want to tell me today?"
Liz frowned "I'm telling you now."
"Then go ahead!" He snapped at her.
Liz again insisted "Tomorrow!"
"What time?"
She canted her head as she said "What time what?"
"What time tomorrow are you gonna tell me who's is your doctor!?"
Liz pointed directly at him "Now listen. Who is not our doctor...who is.."
The officer slammed his palms down onto the table top and screamed at her "I'll break your arm, you say who's my first!!!!" He took a moment to calm himself and bark out at her "I want to know what's the doctor's name?"
"What's on tactical!" she snapped back into his face.
He yelled at her in return "I don't know!!!"
Together they screamed at each other "HELM!!"
The pair stared at each other a moment, angry panting..as if they were a pair of bar fighters pulled a part in the middle of a good solid pub fight. After a moment he calmed himself but kept her eye as he snarled out...
"You have a counselor?"
"Certainly." She said not backing down.
"The counselor's name?"
"Today."
"Today, and Tomorrow's the ships doctor?"
Liz nodded "Now you've got it."
He sneered at her deeply "All we got is a couple of days on the crew then?"
After yet another long pause they both eased off some as the officer sat down in the chair across the table from her. When he spoke he had collected himself some enough to seem like he was once more in charge of the interrogation..
"You know I've been posted as a counselor as well"
She merely nodded "So I can see."
He smirked as he tried yet another line of attack. "I find myself assigned as your new counselor, serving under Tomorrow, your ships doctor. Now while doing so Tomorrow assigns me a case of an officer who is.. seemingly frustrated for SOME reason with his chain of command, and seeks to not only do harm to himself... but to others aboard ship...."
Liz nodded indicating she was following his premise here.
"Now me., being a good counselor, need to report this so i call Tomorrow who agrees but then tells me you are off ship..so I need to report this to the first officer. So I call up to the bridge and report it to who?"
Liz sighed relieved almost and sat back some nodding to him. "Now that's the first thing you've said right."
The officer then slammed his fist down in to the table top "I don't even know what I'm talking about!"
The air between them went quiet and Liz looked utterly baffled at him. This time it was she who broke the silencer as he had closed his eyes , rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"But... That's all you have to do." She said comfortingly.
He sighed seeing trying to fend off this rising migraine was useless. "Is to call up to the bridge to the first officer."
" Yes!" She beamed at him encouragingly.
He looked over at her and felt hope. "Now who's got the call?"
"Naturally." Liz beamed at him!
The young Tanausan officer just stared at her as if she had three heads, yet he pressed trying desperately to find a level ground to stand on here. "Look, if I call up to the bridge for the ships first officer, somebody's gotta answer the call. Now who answers the call?"
She nodded once more "Naturally."
"Who?"
"Naturally."
"Naturally?" He asked hopeful!
"Naturally." Liz happily agreed.
He then pressed somewhat relieved "So i make the call to the first officer, so I called Naturally."
"No you don't," she sighed at him " You make the call to Who."
"Naturally." He said slightly unsure now.
"That's different." She shook her head.
"But that is what I said!" He felt hope slipping away now.
"You're not saying it..."
"I make my report to to Naturally." He said defensively.
"You make the report to Who."
"Naturally."
Liz sighed relived again. "That's it."
"But that is what I said!"
Liz sighed as if speaking to a child "You ask me."
"I make the report to who?"
She smiled "Naturally."
"Now you ask me." He demanded frustrated.
Liz smirked at him "You make the report to Who?"
"Naturally." He then said.
Liz nodded. "That's it."
The young officer came up out of his seat and exploded at her. "Same as you!!!! SAME AS YOU!!! "
He began to pace back and forth in front of the table like a wild caged animal, hi voice was cracing and loud, his arms flying about as he gestured through the air now at her...
"I make the report to Who! Whoever it is fails to deal with it and the job passes on to Tacical!! Who sees this and passes the order on to What. What doesn't feel like dealing with it so passes it on to I dont know!"
Liz looked around the man to the Latejo Guard and the Deacon now...who look to each other and then back to her. They both shrug. The crazed young officer continues his rant, his voice's pitch getting higher and higher as he goes on...
"...I Don't Know is too busy on her helm to do anything about it.. so she passes it on back to Tomorrow! So the problem officer grabs a weapon to go on killing spree hunting for you..YOU CAPTAIN! and this comes to the attention of your chief of security Because! "
"The frazzled irate interrogator turned to Liz and roared at her. "Why? I don't know! She's on the helm! and I don't give a damn!!!"
Liz blinked at him "What did you say?"
He leaned in real close so there was no mistake to be made here when he told this raving lunatic barbarian witch... "I said I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!"
Liz then smiled innocently and warmly at him "Oh, that is my yeoman!"
He did manage to get his hands around Liz's throat and begin to squeeze before the pair of guards were on him and pulling him up into the air and way from her. She coughed as she painfully tried to breath as the young officer was hauled out of the interrogation room. The once well kept officer was now ranting and raving abut murdering her soooo slowly while frothing at the mouth, his arms flailing and his legs kicking at the air as he was dragged out of the room.
Liz leaned back and looked up at the ceiling while she tried to catch her breath. Nothing wrong with taking advantage of the baddie's lack of cultural knowledge concerning their prisoners, she thought smirking to herself. Her whole body hurt now though, she sat there for a few moment until she heard the doors open once more and a pair of armored deacons hauled her up by her arms detached her restraints from the table and re-secured her arms.
With that she was taken back to her cell...
It seemed that her interrogation sessions were done for the day...
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Post by Captain Elizabeth Razzor on Apr 13, 2023 11:35:23 GMT -5
Her head pounded painfully with each beat of her heart. Her body ached where each and every bone that they had broken over the last few hours and had reknitted, only to break again. Her skin was covered with the deep bruises from every punch, every blow from the 'cane of contrition'. Their little pay back for her 'Whos my first?' routine with that arrogant little fop of a Tanausan.
She smirked at this and thought... 'Worth it.'
She was on her knees, her arms pulled painfully back and up forcing her to lean forward her chin pressed to her knees. A stress position for later interrogation, they had already hit her with a hose jet of ice water...and then she had endured hours of an unceasing high pitched siren to keep her from sleeping. She was just now entering the bright as hell light treatment...
All of this designed to break her down, push her to her mental and physical limits, to allow their inquisitors.. their Nazarians to keep chipping away at her, to weaken her defenses. They knew she was a Starfleet Captain trained to fend off such things, to endure even a Klingon Mind shifter...
'Amateurs..' She thought... it was her own abilities and her 'other' training they were clueless over..
She heard the soft repeating little echoes of scuttling feet, very subtle but she recognized them. Her little friend was returning once more. She did not react as she might give it away as it again scuttled across the floor unseen.. she felt it crawl swiftly over her thigh and up her chest. She turned her head asshe felt it crawl over the skin of her neck , cheek and then stop at her ruined eye, the little spidery orb used its two front spindly legs to pry open her eyelid and crawl back into her empty eye socket.
Liz grunted as it again inserted itself back into her neural network, by attaching itself back up to her optic nerve. She kept her eyes closed as she wentover this new batch of data acquired from the Chantry's computer netwok.
She smirked again...
...'Amateurs'.
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Post by DGM Soft Kitty on May 11, 2023 8:59:57 GMT -5
Following Tanda, again as with tradition Starfleet posted the casualty roster for all allied forces who were killed, inured or were declared officially missing. Amongst the names after the costs in lives were counted, those who fell saving an innocent world from Chantry Occupation and Genocide were posted through out the fleets of the Dawn Alliance.
One name appeared, very subtly and only those in the know would've understood considering the ship she commanded was not present at the battle. The roster as with all of those before was sent back to the milky way as all previous rosters and reports had been since Artesia had ceased sending and receiving ship from the other galaxy. On the roster was one unique name...
K.I.A.: Stardate 99943.35
Razzor, Elizabeth Captain [O-6] : Supervisor/ Director Project Stardust
Unbeknownst to all but her husband the lack of a prearranged follow up message from Admiral Compton told him all he needed to know about what this report of his wife's untimely death truly meant. The rest who knew her in life, either mourned her death or her husband's loss or more to the point simply either relaxed and or celebrated.
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