Old Acquaintances part 1

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 11:33pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 11:39pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: SB 7 - The Watering Hole
Timeline: MD 10 :: 14:00
1012 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure

In a dark corner of The Watering Hole, a young Bolian lady was meeting with a Klingon ship's master. She was desperately, anxious to get away from Federation controlled space. She should be safe outside of their control. With here knowledge of how syntax and language worked, she could survive almost anywhere. Just not Federation territory.

She spoke with the Klingon in his own language, something that surprised the Klingon. But she just couldn't get used to his vulgarity and violent leanings. There had to be a safer passage out of here.

That's when she saw a ghost from her past. A man she thought dead for three years walked into the bar. He was StarFleet; Security when she knew him. She was the Victory's linguist. This could only mean one thing. They had caught up with her. He had come to take her in. They must have sent him because he knew her; knew what she looked like.

The Klingon noticed her orange eyes were no longer attentive to him. He followed their path to the human just entering the bar.

"You have a problem with him?" the Klingon muttered, still in his own language.

Before Lysina could say anything, the Klingon arose and approached the human slime of a petaQ that entered. His size overshadowed the small human. If the petaQ wanted trouble, he had it.

Unsuccessfully hiding her face, Lysina made a mad dash for the door. She had to get away; she couldn't allow Reuben Gregnol to capture her. She knew that if he did, she'd spend the rest of her life on a penal colony.

Rueben frowned as the Klingon sized up to him. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with people let alone Klingons, he had a hangover and had only come looking for something to take the edge off of it.

"Back off." The man said in rough Klingon before he caught the gaze of someone he thought he knew.

The Klingon slightly hesitated at the rough use of his own language by a Terran. Then, his fare was trying to run out of the building. He was still closer to her than him. He reached for Lysina and threw her back towards the table.

"You stay put," he shouted in Klingon, his back now turned on Reuben, "While I dispatch of this petaQ for you!" Rueben glanced at the familiar person.

"Crewman Chatty?" He muttered getting her name wrong. He looked amazed at someone from his past, his Starfleet past there looking as stunned he was.

"He's here to arrest me," Lysina informed the ship's master. "So, unless you want the same fate, you might want to leave."

The Klingon turned back to the Terran. "The Bolian dog is a member of my crew. You must go through me to get to her!"

"Arrest you? With what?" the Klingon asked. "You are under my protection now, as a member of my crew."

Lysina objected to being called a dog. But what could she do? The ship's master outweighed her by two hundred pounds. All she could think was look at Reuben. If the Federation wants me bad enough, you'll have to go through him. She knew of Reuben's resourcefulness, even only serving with him a short while, before he supposedly died.

"Good luck!" she replied to no one in particular. Lysina wasn't sure which outcome she wanted. She wasn't certain which would be worse. Rueben looked very confused.

"I am not here go arrest you?" He said gently. What had she done to be arrested?

"And I suppose you're a ghost and you're still dead?" she posed to Reuben.

The Klingon, though big, was a bit dense. The conversation began to confuse him, especially the part about the Terran being dead. How do you take out a ghost? After hesitating to think, the Klingon picked up a chair. It was an experiment. Would the chair pass through the man? The man stepped back seeing the Klingon pick up the chair and look at him like he wanted to test out his theory. He looked at the Crewman like she was a ghost herself.

"I was kidnapped." He admitted rubbing his neck. This woman knew him, knew Jeassaho, knew the whole god damn story. The Klingon lifted the chair to its apex above his head. In a few seconds, it would come crashing down on Rueben's.

Lysina wasn't sure she could trust Reuben. He was already lying by being alive. But she thought she'd rather take her chances with him, than the Klingon. Swiftly and with all she could muster, Lysina brought her foot up between the Klingon's legs. The Klingon collapse in pain as the chair came down on his own head. Lysina quickly got up and darted for the door. If Reuben wanted to take her in, he'd have to catch her. Rueben chased after and caught her wrist pulling her into an alcove.

"Hey... What gives Chatty?" He demanded letting her go.

Lysina hung her head and held her hands out before her. Ready to be cuffed. She knew she'd never would have outrun the bigger and more athletic man.

"I'm your prisoner," she dejectedly said. The man rubbed the ridge of her nose and shook his head pushing her wrists down.

"I'm not Starfleet. I meant it. I'm really dead to everyone from my old life." He assured pacing in the small space looking the young Bolian over like he really didn't know what to do with her.

A loud howl emanated from the bar. The sound of tables and chairs splintering didn't bring a promising feeling to Lysina.

"Time to run?" she asked. The man nodded and grabbed her hand pushing her in front of him.

"Always time to run." He said simply. It was what he had been doing very well for the past few years.

OFF::

Rueben Gregnol
Exective Officer/ Chief of Operations
SS Mary Rose

Lysina Chawat
Linguist/Communications Specialist
SS Mary Rose
(PNPC Talon)