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Fallen
Captured; Team One... Mike was carrying off the silent-type commander thing, Lou noted as they were 'lead' into a building and down a corridor. Then again, she was sure the woman had a lot on her mind, except for the command information she was sure that the Cardassians would eventually try to get out of the Jolly Roger. Again, Lou knew the real Commander was not going to be happy - but they only had to hold on, hopefully, until he came to and got help. Both women came to a halt at the end of the corridor they were being pushed/pulled down, to a large door that one of their captors banged on before turning to them. "Join your friends." he sneered as it opened by another Cardassian, revealing what looked to be either an old stone storage room or... A jail cell. The women looked at each other, right before they were shoved into the room and the Cardassian's waiting arms inside. "Lock her up with the others." the first one said, indicating Lou. Then he turned to Mike, the Cardassians that had brought them there having already alerted him to who this one was. "You." he looked at her, his dark eyes showing an anticipation that chilled Mike to the bone "Over there." He nodded at the one that still held her, and watched as her arm was twisted behind her and, when they reached the brick wall, slammed into it. Lou was locked up with the others and looked at her friend with concern. The hit against the brick wall looked to have knocked the wind out of the pilot and the Cardassian took the chance to lock her wrists into a pair of heavy shackles. The Cardassian that was giving the orders ignored the protests of the other crew members as he went to stand in front of Mike, who returned his gaze with a cool determined look of her own. "A woman - " he looked at her with disdain, only to include the others in his insult "Lead by a woman." Mike's blue gaze snapped with fire but she kept her cool - for the most part - and she pulled sharply against the shackles holding her wrists. The last person that had the gall to think a woman was weak had ended up... Hanging from the sails of a pirate ship. The reminder of the pirate refocused Mike's attention on the most important thing and the reason why she was trying to carry off this charade. Gunner. The quick flare of irritation fell away and she focused on the matter at hand. This was where her criminal psychology was going to pay off. "Tell that to the lackies we took out at Martov." she baited him, at the same time working on finding out how much //he// knew. Her answer was a sharp, resounding punch to the jaw that physically took her by suprise but, unfortunately, something she knew would have been one of the responses she'd get. It was also a response that had her fellow crewmates trying to jump to her aid for. At least until the one that had striked her turned abruptly, and with a weapon in his hand that he pointed to the first of his prisoners. His gaze went to the one he had suspected had some leadership authority over the others, one that looked like the fabled ghosts humans and other cultures spoke of, and stated with cold promise "For every attempt you make to escape or aid your commander in, I will kill one of yours." And with that, he followed up his promise with firing his weapon. Mike flinched as the redshirt slumped, dead, to the ground, before her gaze shot to Deckard. "She's not our Commander." the XO of the Jolly Rogers stated coldly, his usually gravelly voice sounding even moreso and unfeeling at that moment. The Cardassian was making it impossible for anyone to jump to Lady Luck's defense without losing more of their crewmates. Hatred didn't even begin to describe what a good number of them were feeling right then. The claim only reinforced the Cardassian's belief that they, in fact, had the right person, and he turned back to the woman to begin... the questioning.
Team Two; Some Distance Away... "It's too quiet around here, Boss." Graxx silently breathed, feeling mroe than seeing as the Security types fanned out in all directions. He noticed the young girl that had returned his commbadge from Lieutenant Ivers, momentarily watching as the non-comm moved off alone after a silent exchange of looks between her and Commander Lefler. Returning his attention back to his own superior, Graxx felt as his hand brushed against the Type-I phaser that away team regulations required him to carry. He repressed a silent shiver, determined not to draw the weapon despite having ben compelled to carry it. Stepping out ahead of Chadzia and looking around, Graxx smirked as he wondered where everyone went. "Apparently, these people roll up the sidewalks when they close up shop for the day?" He continued walking, idly roaming really as he watched the scientific and engineering 'eggheads' do their thing to begin the next phase of the mission... |
