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USS Wolverine

Main Sim- En Route to Melania IV

Posted by Gamemaster Budgie (Gamemaster) in Main Sim- En Route to Melania IV
The Romulan ship headed to warp 9 as soon as T’Plak- now Suta, T’Bob (Cole Miner) and the other marines materialised on the ship. They dumped their captives in the brig in pairs.

Dradvia and Conway were in one cell, Darkliss and T’Pris another and David was on his own. The Romulans grinned and laughed amongst themselves as they activated the forcefields around the cells. Dradvia and Conway’s cell was opposit Darkliss and T’Pris’. David’s was next to Dradvia and Conway’s. Each cell had a bed and a place for doing the necessaries but apart from that they were bereft of everything else. Suta and T’Bob looked scathingly at the Starfleet Officers (plus one Civilian), hatred clear in their eyes. Suta glanced around them.
“Its a shame we couldn’t get anyone else good. We’ve only got two senior Officers in this bunch. I’d have liked to have taken the Chief of Security, he was too clever for his own good.” She sighed. “We’ll just have to make do.” T’Bob nodded.
“Its done now, we did the best we could. We got the commanding Officer though, that’s something eh?” He stated with a smile trying to be optimistic. Suta gave him a withering look but nodded. She had always thought T’Bob as simple.
“Lets get up to the bridge, leave this lot to sleep it off they’ll be awake in a few hours just before we arrive back at base.” Suta and T’Bob smiled menacingly as they walked out of the brig, their plan had worked.

A few hours later the effects of the hypo spray began to wear off and the captives started to awaken from their drug induced sleep feeling very groggy.

GM Budgie

T’Pris as a Vulcan had a very hardy constitution so she was one of the first to wake up and realized she lay on her back, blinking at a ceiling. She thought it was a ceiling, definitely a ship ceiling though nothing like a Starfleet ship ceiling. In fact it was very reminiscent of the ceiling of the last Romulan ship she had been on. Romulan ship architecture for sure, she thought to herself as she studied it.

She lay for a few moments taking several deep breaths and sharpening her mind. While she did this she took stock of her body and other then a contusion or two from being hauled around and tossed onto the deck she seemed physically fit. She could not say when she had ever felt quite like this though, even coming out of a Vulcan trance, she had been more alert then this. It was taking some effort to clear her mind but she used the Vulcan taught skill of self healing, where a Vulcan’s brain could control most of their bodily functions. Using this technique as she lay there, deep breathing, eyes closed again she began to work the sedative out of her body. Once she was sure she had removed it she opened her eyes and listened for a few moments. She heard breathing beside her so she turned her head and saw Darkliss laying beside her. She too on her back. Taking a quick look around she saw she was in a primitive brig cell, forcefield at one end. Romulan brig.

Smoothly rising up into a sitting position she reached over and shook Darkliss,”Lieutenant. Are you all right, Lieutenant?”

~Dr. T’Pris

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