Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Anger and Accountability…Cloaked Intelligence Shuttle…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Cloaked Intelligence Shuttle…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

Posted by Civilian Jessa Novar (Child) in Anger and Accountability…Cloaked Intelligence Shuttle…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.
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“I can do one better than that without fighting. This is not my first rodeo handsome,” Aimee replied. Tapping her comm badge she paced slightly. =/\=Extract the package=/\=. Her command was simple but not sent to anyone on the ship. Just under the port side of the Atlantis a cloaked intelligence ship locked a beam on the only remaining living Elder on the promenade and beamed her off. The bursts of torpedos from the Altantis’ main batteries allowed for enough of a distraction to mask the beam for now. They were hugging the hull so closely, the intell ship was able to beam off the Elder even with the shields raised. Hiding in the sensor blind spot, the ship only had to wait long enough for the Atlantis to drop the shields before they could slip into the void of space. =/\=Teams evacuate to Deck 14=/\= she spoke into the comms before looking at Peter. “We don’t need the kid. We got the female. The child will provide enough of a diversion to have the ship chasing its tail. Shall we,” she gestured to the door. Deck 14 was not the exfil plan but neither was Peter. Silently she grumbled under her breath at being left out of the loop involving the senior intel officer. Her complaints would be far more vocal later but right now he had an escape plan and Aimee was finished with her mission.

Aimee Rian

Peter gave no reaction to the sudden appearance of a cloaked ship, it was certainly a shock but also a relief, it gave more merit to his accidental undercover operation “Good Work” He said, giving her a respectful nod, it had been a good move, although it likely would go wrong, short term gain for long term loss. But of course in the long term there wouldn’t be much of a plan for the S31 people. He took out his phaser and shot the unconscious Aenar once.

Aimee watch Peter and a small smile curled her lips. “Does he own your money or something?”

“Can’t have him wander off, I’ll take him Primrose and whoever remains once we’ve secure exfil and I’ve confirmed the package” He gave the implication that he wasn’t assuming command but that he could if he wanted, he got a sense that Rian felt that he could do so. He didn’t for two reasons, he didn’t have enough information to make that bluff and also he might get pushback. Sometimes it was good to have a reputation for substandard actions within the intelligence community, it gave him leeway to do things like this.

He led the way, making sure to keep a close eye on Rian so he didn’t get blindsided as they made their way to deck 14. “Once we get the whole group together we need to get you off the ship ASAP”

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“Agreed” she said keeping pace and following Peter through the halls until she stopped and began swearing loudly before slamming her fist into the bulkhead next to her. Tapping her ear she sent out a coded message. =/\= All personel report to the tertiary location. We have been compromised. =/\=

Looking at Peter, Aimee’s frown deepened. “The mission is blown. I told them not to use the kid. She just called out the XO. The prosthetics are good for a dark room and no idea of Jen’s bearing or voice. If they put Jessa with the XO we are screwed except for the kid is mentally unstable and can’t be trusted. I have to go back for Bix.”

Aimee Rían.

“No time and no need, I can secure his escape at a later date, provided that he follows standard procedure and shuts up, we have our prize and we don’t need to hide our presence anymore,” He said half turning to the woman, if necessary he’d take her out here then proceed to remove the rest but he was still hoping to get on that cloaked craft they had outside the ship.

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Aimee tapped her badge. =/\=All teams prepare for extraction.=/\= She was not sure if Peter’s comm badge carried the transponder code for the cloaked shuttle or not to beam him out. Depending on who he was getting his orders from, he may or may not. The scowl deepening on her face showed the irritation she had with the question. Reaching out she pulled him close to her body in a lover’s embrace. The positioning meant the transporter chief would understand to take them both.

Peter tensed at the sudden embrace, he’d seen it coming but it still surprised him. He quickly adjusted his plans. He’d originally planned to meet with the group and take them out on his own home turf, on the Atlantis he would have been able to stop them from transporting to the shuttle then make his way over once the group was out Rook takes Bishop He mused as the transporter field enveloped them.

The lover’s embrace positioning was indicative of two things. The first was to beam out an individual that did not have a signal as in this case. The second was due to injury from being incapacitated. Right now Aimee only wanted off the ship. If Peter was not a part of the mission he would be walking into the lion’s den. If he was part of the mission, they would need his skills managing the alien woman being beamed up also.

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On the cloaked shuttle
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The swirls of light coalesced around Aimee and Peter’s bodies in a bright white blur. Seconds later they were standing on a transporter pad on the ship poised just underneath the belly of the Atlantis in a scanner blind spot.

Aimee broke the embrace and moved immediately off the transporter pad into the belly of the shuttle. There was a two-man crew there with one in the pilot’s seat and one at a console in the back of the shuttle. The space was small but laid out efficiently with a table in the middle of the area. In the area that usually would have been a cabin, a modified containment cell was erected. The space was small and not meant for comfort. It was about 8 feet tall and three feet wide allowing the individual enough space to sit on the floor but devoid of any furnishings. Outside of the cell was a console with a chair.

“The teams on the Atlantis have the alien designated as Rogan. The other male alien’s life signs are dropping. There are medics on the scene but the best choice now is between the female adult or juvenile,” a voice called out from the back of the cabin. “Which one do I pull out with transport?” His hands were poised over the controls ready to engage beaming the second the target was chosen.

=/\=Life is full of tough choices. If you take your hands off him you will kill him. How bad do you want this,” she held up the satchel. “Is it worth a life?=/\= Zala Tsu’s conversation in the promenade was playing on the ship’s speakers confirming what the officer had reported to Aimee and Peter.

Looking at Peter, Aimee shrugged. “Interrogation is less morally objectionable with adults.” The sentence was both a comment and a question. “Engage,” she said.

Aimee

“Won’t get any useful intel from the child” Peter answered with an equally nonchalant tone as he’d maintained til now. The shuttle’s crew was awkwardly placed for him to deal with, with only one phaser and Aimee he might not be able to disable all three without them potentially disabling the shuttle’s systems.

“No,” she let out a small defeated sigh. “We probably could have gotten a whole slew of info out of her but kids are so needy, messy, and loud. I am pretty sure the kid would have thrown a fit but eventually come around. Who wants to wait that long and we just judged the wrong book but its cover. Jessa showed us much more of what they can do defensively than the other three showed up offensively which was the point in setting them loose on the Atlantis.”

“When we got the initial signal from the beacon, the sheer vastness of space it had to cross to reach us raised eyebrows. If they could transmit a comms signal that far the tech behind it was astounding which lead us to immediately theorize what their weapons tech might look like. Once we deciphered the beacon as a request for a meeting, it was decided that losing one ship to the aliens would be easy to cover up. We lose ships all the time. Losing a formal fleet first-contact fleet would be an unmitigated disaster. We did learn something from the Borg’s first contact and this Galactic Union is extra-galactic. The powers that be did not want a repeat performance of what happened with the Borg if these people aren’t friendly.”

As Aimee talked the female alien suddenly appeared in what the shuttle was using for a brig cell. Her expression went from surprise to malice in a split second.

“We certain this cell can contain them properly?” he asked.

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Zala Tsu seethed inside at the ease to which these lesser beings could transport her at their will. She debated about trying to break out of the space but didn’t. She was alone and needed to figure out what was happening before she killed the crew. “So,” Zala looked at Peter with an expression of pure seduction and a tone that matched. “You are my mysterious benefactor. Thank you for extracting me.” It was all a ploy but a well-rehearsed one. Zala Tsu was stunningly beautiful and knew how to work her charms. Instead of succumbing to the rage inside her, she made sure her posture looked more amorous and submissive. It was clear she had used this before and expected it to work as it always did.

“So how can I repay you for your kindness.”

Zala Tsu

Peter first looked at Aimee then back at the alien absolutely stunned. It lasted only a moment, his usually rocky expression softened into a smile and the smile turned to laughter. He laughed hard with pure joy and amusement, he was surprised at his own reaction, it had been a good while since he’d laughed from his depths like this. After a good full minute of deep-bellied laughter, he raised himself up, wiping a tear from his eye and exhaling with a happy sigh. He then immediately schooled his face to passiveness again “I apologize for that outburst, it’s just that you are the second person today who has tried seduction as a first tactic, it caught me off guard”

“That’s fine. The question is how well did it work? Since you are standing here and not tangled in some sheets somewhere I see I still have a fighting chance to get you into said sheets.” Zala continued the ruse. In situations of captivity, the trick was keeping people talking. It was only a sentence but that might lead to enough for her to get this mand to give her the key to her freedom.

He smiled then, a sardonic smile. “I am obliged to inform you that you are speaking to the wrong person” He took a step back and indicated Aimee, the step back looked as if he was simply allowing the senior agent to take command but from his new position he had a clear view of the other two crew members. He could feel the type one phaser in the small of his back ready to draw. He made the calculations in his head calmly. The pilot would be his first target followed by the rearguard. He waited for Aimee to speak with the alien before making his move.

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Aimee stepped forward assuming the position of leadership Peter and had acknowledged. “Your compliance with us will be greatly appreciated.”

Touching her neck, Zala raised her armor. Raising her hands, Zala fired her weapons into the shield shattering it. Reaching out she grabbed the woman before her around the neck and squeezed. As she raised her other hand firing several shots around the cabin. The first caught the pilot square in the back leaving a charred black hole. Zala did not wait and enjoy the visual of the man slumping over the console. She was already firing at the second man in the corner. He had been foolish enough to try and raise a weapon. As he took aim, so did Zala firing a round into his face. Bits of gore splattered the console behind him as she trained her weapon on Peter. His weapon fire was already pinging off her armor and for that, he would pay. She took careful aim at Peter. She was not looking for a swift kill but a protracted one. Zala shot him in one knee and then the other. The man dropped to his knees bringing a smile to Zala’s face. Dropping her helmet, she allowed him to see the expression of power spread across her face. “It seems you were both mistaken,” Zala said in a slow tone. “I am the one in power. Not you and definitely not her.” Her hands tightened around Aimee’s neck as she slowly strangled her looking at Peter. Clenching her fingers, a loud snap filled the room as she tossed Aimee aside. “Did you ever think you would be on your knees when you died?”

Blinking twice, Zala snapped out of her fantasy and back into reality. Her momentary daydream would have been a wonderful reality but she did not know where she was or how to use this Federation tech. With Jessa taking all the MECH’s, Zala needed one sycophant to control. Maybe there was a way however to rid the crew without her doing it herself.

Zala let a glance drift over Aimee before letting it settle back on Peter. “No, I am not. You and I both know it. She is not in command. You are. She just doesn’t realize it yet.”

Aimee immediately snapped her gaze to Peter. Pulling her weapon Aimee looked at Peter. “Why would she say that,” she asked Sigmundsson. The arrival of Peter was too clean and too precise.

Aimee and Zala Tsu

Peter had a calm expression on his face, hands clasped behind his back “Basic tradecraft Aimee, divide and conquer. She can see that you are uncomfortable with my being here and she thinks to drive a wedge between us based on mutual mistrust” He didn’t look away from the alien as he spoke, a small smile curved his lips.

Peter finally looked at the Section 31 officer “She’s wrong of course, this is entirely your operation” Then quick as he spoke he drove his knee into her gut followed by his right elbow in her temple to incapacitate her.

His left hand flung out, a small type one phaser in his grasp, and a beam shot out at the shuttle’s pilot’s chest. Then as soon as the beam was out he spun around in a half pirouette and shot the rear guard calm as could be.

Peter waited for two heartbeats before moving. He then quickly went to either side, dragging bodies to the center of the shuttle. He opened a concealed pocket on his jacket and removed zip ties and used them to tie the two officers together, pretzeling them together to make it more difficult to get loose without alerting him. Aimee, he simply tied her feet and legs together, right foot to left hand and vice-versa. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any rope or better yet duct tape but that couldn’t fit in the lining of his uniform.

He finally turned to the alien and clapped his hands together “Finally some privacy” he said with a smile “I am Lieutenant Commander Peter Sigmundsson, Chief Intelligence Officer of the USS Atlantis” He introduced himself.

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