Posted by Lieutenant River Styxx (OIC Marine) in Anger and Accountability…Finding the spies…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.

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

Posted by Lieutenant River Styxx (OIC Marine) in Anger and Accountability…Finding the spies…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present.
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“Um Styxx,” O’Neill looked at the Marine Lt and adjusted his hat. “You know I am all about religion,” he said in his slightly southern twang. The humor of his statement was not lost on anyone that could hear his comment. O’Neill only showed up for the holy trinity because Mrs. O’Neill had stated his presence was expected each week. Normally his presence included a few snores and jabs in the ribs during the hour service but like all husbands and fathers, he endured it. “But we got at least a team of three loose on this ship that started this whole rigmarole. We have two down on the bridge that you took out and the one in medical Peter escorted out. The standard procedure says that the team should be six so where are the other three?”

River looked at O’Neil and smirked “Way ahead of you” she said as she hit her combadge.

=^= Styxx to Qrow. Any luck finding those spies =^= she said into her com. River had figured the team working against them was a large one. As soon as she has been beamed out to face Da Mu she had ordered Qrow to start looking for primrose and the spies. She had made sure however that he cheeked on her wounded first. Qrow like River had no love for spies. Which some had thought odd as his late wife was a star fleet intelligence officer.

Adjusting his hat he turned his head slightly as if not wanting Jessa to overhear the conversation. “My guess is two are in security and one in engineering. Someone just beamed two people off the ship before Nash was able to shut down the transporters. Care to help me out in finding where these people are and then accidentally blow them out of the airlock?”

“I don’t intend to let them live long enough to get near an airlock” River said darkly

Jessa stared at Styxx with daggers in her eyes. “So was the offer to help me with the funeral just an empty platitude to get me to do what you wanted?”

Jessa Novar

River glanced at Jessa “Listen. take it form a master sass only gets you so far” she said simply “I will still help you with the funeral, but I must secure this ship first and deal with those who have plotted against us.” she said sternly pausing for a moment.

“At the risk of someone’s immortal soul. We are talking about an Elder here,” Jessa snapped. “I will not..”

However before Jessa could reply River raised her hand to shush her “Before you kick off again. Let me explain, these people will not honour your dead, they will have no moral problem with attacking the funeral and desecrating your elder body to further their own goals. I’ve seen their type do it before. I stopped them then and I intend to stop them again.” She said sternly but it was clear River was talking form the truth of experience.

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)

Jessa nodded feeling a welling up of emotions in her. She had no idea what she was going to do or how to do it.

“Sir,” a Marine officer came up to Styxx interrupting them. “We think we might have found the control room. Diplomatic suite 118. We have taken up a position in the hall and are waiting for your commands. Hold teams until you get their or take the room?”

Jessa

River looked at her officer and her jaw clenched, it was an attempt to hide the smirk threatening to form on her face Pay back she thought to herself the spies and bleed her sand her men now she was going to pay them the extend them the same treatment. She looked down at Jessa and then back to her officer “O’Neill your with me. Jessa stay with my colleague and then come down once we have secured the room” she said she wanted Jessa to see who her true enemy were, while it wasn’t 100% accurate. she figured she might as well enforce the old saying and the enemy of my enemy is a friend.

After she had given her orders River headed down to the diplomatic suite. Her marines where stacked along each side of the corridor ready to make entry. River brought her rifle to ready and moved to the front of the line of marines. Using hand signals she laid out her plan and how they where going to breach the door. Like the highly trained unit they where River’s Marine’s acted out her orders grabbing the emergency release handle and getting ready to open the door. She looked at her men and each one nodded. Once they had all acknowledged her she nodded and singled to begin entry.

Within seconds the door was open and one marine threw in a flash bang. Then twee marines moved in through the door with River close behind “Star fleet Marine corps” she yelled as she entered the room. Now that she had identified who they where she could Do what she needed to.

Lieut Styxx (Marine OIC)

Entering the room, they would see little to initially indicate the room was anything other than a diplomatic suite. The furniture was slightly upgraded from that of the crew quarters and there were the niceties of art and vases placed precisely by decorators to create a welcoming feel like that of a luxury hotel. Sweeping the room, however, it was readily apparent there was a struggle of some sort. Two bodies were lying on the ground and neither was moving.

The first body was that of an Andorian wearing an Atlantis uniform. He was face down with his hands splayed out showing he had been taken by surprise and had not even tried to brace his fall. There was no blood so it was unclear without a cursory examination to determine if he was dead or unconscious. What was most interesting to note was the rank of Commander on his collar. Only two men had this rank on the ship. One was Rinker whose uniform was not gold. The other was the XO.

The other body was the puffed and bloated form of Captain Niles Primrose. He was also on the ground but next to a broken chair. The angle of the overturned chair and the fact Primrose’s foot was entangled in it showed the man had probably been fleeing before his fall. It was unclear without examination if Primrose was dead or unconscious.

On the small desk off to the side, a portable computer was running. The screen was black but one of Styxx’s Marines might have been able to at least open it and start trying to see what information they could glean from it.

What would be most curious however was the lack of evidence of someone coming into or leaving the room. The angle at which the people in the room were lying indicated the person that attacked them did not come from the front entrance. Since there were no other entrances for the room it was a perplexing mystery.

Primrose