Posted by Civilian Cassandra Klrin of House Ke’dass (Person Who Really Keeps the CO In Line (Wife)) in Unearthing which Uniqueness Correlates

Posted by Civilian Cassandra Klrin of House Ke’dass (Person Who Really Keeps the CO In Line (Wife)) in Unearthing which Uniqueness Correlates

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Unearthing which Uniqueness Correlates
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She laid still, quiet, her breath remaining even, smooth, and deep as if asleep. But her mind was awake and processing everything. She could hear breathing and feel the rhythm and impact of familiar foot falls. Despite the flooring being one she had never heard them stomp against. The hollow thud of carpet covered tritainium bulkheads. What was Ch’otok doing on a Federation starship? Because this was not the sound of Klingon combat boots against the metal grating of the Opaka. This was the sound of standard issue Fleet leather and rubber uniform boots. The sound of steps paused and then approached her. She expected to hear the creak of leather and slither of metal as he knelt in his Klingon armor but it was simply the whisper of cotton/polyester cloth. A warm callused familiar hand rested gently against her side, but still she did not allow herself to ‘wake up.’ There was a sigh, she knew that sigh, he was worried. And then the whisper of cotton and air as he stood and then the swish and clunk as the doors opened and then closed and his foot steps receding.

She waited several long moments to ensure he was not returning before her eyes snapped open. She didn’t move right away, just incase someone else was in the room. She tried to reach to ‘feel’ the room with her telepathy, only to find that it didn’t work....she was drugged! She tested the sounds and smells in the room and was certain she was alone after long moments. She looked around and did not recognize the room. Oh she knew what it was but she had never been here before. It was another illusion, or maybe…no not an illusion. The illusions were always her memories, but altered slightly. This was…a trap. She moved silently around the room, moving first to the desk where a hypo sat with a note on a PaDD to take it at 0930 hours. It was her telepathic inhibitor. Not a chance. How stupid did they think she was?

“Computer, do you recognize my voice print?” =/\=VOICE PRINT OF CASSANDRA KLRIN OF HOUSE KE’DASS RECOGNIZED.=/\= The name sent tremors of terror racing down her spine and she breathed it away. They had managed to get far too much information from her in order to create that name. “What is my position on board?” =/\=YOU ARE A CIVILIAN PASSANGER ON BOARD. CLEARED AS PART OF THE CREW DUE TO MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN CH’OTOK KLRIN OF HOUSE KE’DASS=/\= “And what do I do all day?” The computer trilled, =/\=YOU SPEND 65% OF YOUR DAY WITH CPT CH’OTOK AND 35% OF YOUR DAY WITH LT CMDR BRENNA ATODED.=/\= She paused, Brenna? How did they know about Brenna? Ice cold water started at the crown of her head and spread out. She had made major mistakes. She had to get off this ship, or building or whatever it was. She had to get a message out and she was sure they would be monitoring whatever she did. “Computer show me a layout of the ship please.” She spent several long minutes studying, this was a mythology class ship, it was huge, and lots of places to ‘get lost.’

She spent the remaining time till 0930 going through everything in the quarters. At 0930 she picked up the hypo, and for anyone watching it would appear she’d given it to herself, she even discharged it, but it harmlessly dispersed into her hair. She took an ice cold shower, to disburse some of her body heat, braided her hair back, and pulled out her old tactical uniform. It was lined in blue rather than in eng yellow, but it would have to do. She walked back into the main room, her eyes falling on the wall of weapons. Oh that was a mistake. She walked over to the replicator and began tapping a request, but it really was just a ruse. She was hacking the room’s systems and turning off the video feeds. Then a bottle of red wine appeared. She set it on the desk and set the civilian combadge next to it. “If it’s really you Ch’otok, I know you’ll understand. I’ll come back for you.”

She walked over, took the mek’leth and slipped it into special straps on the inside of the back of her jacket and then she moved to the far wall, popped the panel off and grinned. A look that froze the blood in those who knew her and encouraged them to flee. She slipped into the crawl space, replaced the panel and disappeared.

Cassandra

Deck 7 and the phaser array. She grinned wickedly as she crawled down the jefferies tube and past the access point to check the further tubes to ensure no one was around. Her uniform in medical blue, was also science blue. Poor pitiful new officer, got lost and thought we was working on the sensor pallets for astrometrics. She was only 2 decks off. She got turned around crawling through the tubes. – But that story wasn’t needed no one was around. She crawled back to the access panel and pulled it off and sat cross legged in front of it as she quickly and methodically checked the system. What had Ch’otok told her about demolitions? Even small ‘booms’ make big impacts. AH! A plasma pack. She reached behind her and pulled the mek’leth free and used the razor sharp needle point of the longer blade to poke a small cut into the bottom of the bag. Enough to create a steady drip, but small enough the drip would not drain the pack quickly, but the liquid plasma would short circuit the relay panel for phaser control. She watched the drip for a moment and then slipped the blade back into place, closed the panel and headed to the nearest junction, went down a deck and came out into Deck 8 and Phaser Array Service and Support Systems. The inhibitor had worn off and her hearing was excellent. She heard the first officer leave to go get lunch leaving only one other person in the room. She climbed the ladder slightly and then dropped down loudly. “Oh man, where am I? I’m totally lost.” She stepped out of the access cove and into the room. “I was looking for the sensor pallet access and got turned around. This ship is huge can you help me?” The poor security officer never knew what got ahold of him.

What it was, was her and a solid headbutt to his nose. Using her Mek’leth she cut the one leg off his pants and then drug him into the lower access hatch. Then cutting strips she fashioned thumb cuffs and tied his hands behind his back, his ankles, bent his knees and tied both together, then she gagged him. “I don’t know if you’re in on this or just an innocent bystander, but you aren’t going to give me away.” The poor security crewman couldn’t answer, he was out cold. She took his combadge, she’d be read with his signature and he wouldn’t be found too quickly. She stepped back into the room and put the phaser array into a diagnostic and testing mode. The short circuit would appear to be part of a routine maintenance cycle and no one would check…for awhile.

Then back into the jefferies tubes and Deck 3.

Cassandra

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