Someone's Been Bad - Pt 3

Posted on Thu Sep 15th, 2022 @ 12:52am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Dean House & Remal Kajun

Mission: New Harrington
Location: New Harrington

Caught off his guard at her sudden lunge, Lil’High stumbled backward, his hair becoming un-coiffed. Pompous, yet angry at this new turn of events he shouted. “What right do you have attacking me?” His guard was raised, his heckles high.

Remal had taken his Captain’s cue and moved around the side of the desk, cutting off one route of escape. Dean was responsible for the incoming security and while capable, Remal worried if Dean would be able to handle them all himself. Right now though, the snake was trapped.

"The right to prevent you escaping and pillaging another planet in the future. Your misdeeds will be made public and the people of this colony will decide your fate, but you can be assured, you will never be able to do this again" Rhenora now stood directly in front of him, flanked by Remal and cutting off any hope of him escaping.

There was a heavy thud against the door leading out to where Dean had gone. Then another sound but it was more like phaser or disruptor fire hitting the walls. A squeal, maybe a scream or two, definitely not Dean’s voice. Silence. The doors opened just a moment as the upper quarter part of one of the security team tried to get through.

Dean leaned in and grabbed the mans arm at the wrist. Leaning in also a little, “Little occupied my ass. Be back in a minute.” A bit of a pull and used of his foot on the door frame to pull the guard back again. The doors closing. Other sounds resonating came from the Governors monitor and from the other side of the doors. Orders given, or yelling to fall back, or flak from this side, do that do this.

As fun as it may have been, or sounded, it wasn’t exactly as peachie-keen as that. From the other side of those doors it was kind of a mess. Organized in a manner, but a mess. It would have been fine and dandy except that Dean heard one of them mention that a kill order was authorized. Not on his watch.

There was a swell in the guard numbers temporarily, several streams of them emerging from different directions as quickly as they could be summoned.

Inside the office there was a tense standoff. Rhenora and Remal blocked the escape of the man responsible, who was clearly stalling for time. The sound of the fighting intensified and several guards burst into the room.

"Kaylen to Sunfire, we need more security!" She tapped her combadge, only to hear static. Their comms had been jammed. If their comms were jammed, odds were the transporter was as well.

She risked a glance through the now open door and saw Dean deep in mass of guards. He was more than capable of holding his own but even he couldn't keep it up forever. There was a choice to be made. Save their own asses, or keep tabs on their man.

"Fall back, we'll finish this later" she shouted at Remal as the room devolved into chaos. She raised her phaser, quickly checking the setting and began firing to clear a path.

There was no route except through the gaggle of guards. Remal, using his brute strength, knelt low behind the desk and lifted it into a vertical position with a heavy thud. He then abruptly shoved Lil'High behind the desk for cover. Rhenora didn't even have to duck, the desk was large enough to obscure her person. "Call them off." Remal demanded in between pot shots.

After witnessing Remal lift the thousand pound desk like it was nothing, one could see the lump of fear in Lil'High's throat. But he stood his ground. "You are out matched and outgunned. What's more you have yet to show proof as to why I should stand down."

Remal grinned, "well I'm not a lawyer, but a know one or two. We can start with conspiracy to commit fraud, tampering with evidence, and, oh yes, voluntary and involuntary manslaughter." He glanced at Rhenora, "Sound about right to you Captain?"

"Sure does" she replied as a guard knocked her weapon out of her hand, he was rewarded with the heel of her palm driving his nose cartridge in a direction that nature had not intended. "Getting tired of waiting, add assaulting Starfleet officers to the list." she grunted as she turned to dispatch another guard.

Lil'High's face went pale at the sight of blood, yet he said nothing. Remal saw his look and pushed that particular button harder. "How many died in that island chain? What was it? 30,000, no I think Eniss said 40,000." He dead glared at the stone-faced Governor.

"That, that wasn't supposed to happen. It was just going to rain a bit, enough to cause some minor damage. I never meant for people to die, not like that." His fear was causing him to fold. Another guard moved around the desk and right into Remals fist. Lil'High stood and raised his hands, "Stop! Stand down!" He ordered over the sound of weapons fire.

Remal, still holding the guard up by his neck, eyed Lil'High. "Good. Now, give us the details of this meeting with Damon Opec. I believe a face to face is in order to discuss resource management."

At his order the guards stopped, although they looked a little concerned about the instruction. "But Sir, your life is in danger'" he raised his weapon, as did three of his comrades and targeted the Sunfire team.

Rhenora would have been right about Dean being able to handle himself..mostly. Though not as terminator like as there would be rumors of augments. It certainly helped with the training Dean has. Which was more in the lines of making sure that he moved up close to the guards. Also quickly and in chain attacks from one to the other. Not given them time to react. That of which also gave them some openings as well. Some of which worked pretty well.

He was trying to keep from severely hurting any one, it didn’t completely work out that way. It was happening, which could be shown by a number of them just saying to hell with this and giving up. Some were not even bothering to stick around. The more Dean started to get wounded himself though it kept slowing him down. Making more mistakes here and there. By the time things had stopped, he stood there holding a pipe angled at the floor to his side. Breathing heavily and covered in a mix of his own blood and the guards.

"Stand down stand down!" Lil'High screeched as the blood from the guards broken nose sprayed onto his face. He obviously didn't deal well with the true reality of conflict. Rhenora wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve as the guards tentatively began to withdrawal, leaving Lil'High to whatever date he had landed himself.

"Dean, when you have a moment!" As the guards withdrew they took the rest of their contingent with them, leaving the 3 Sunfire crew alone in the office with Lil'High and the secretary who was hiding under her desk.

“Yeah..Coming..” Dean had limped in the office to join them. It was mostly hard to tell what was his or their blood, so it was hard to really see what wounds that he may possibly have. “Little amount of guards my ass. That was well over just a squad or two.”

"You ok?" The inquiry was genuine, and no matter what he said Rhenora could tell he'd been put through the proverbial wringer. If he looked that bad, there would be many bodies in the corridor. "We're taking Lil'High to meet the Damon… then met his people and explain what he just tried to do"

“I’m alive….” keeping the pipe with him, not only just in case but also to lean on here and there if necessary. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t kill any one..” puffing out a breathed sigh. Dean nodded.

"Do you need us to send a medical team?" Rhenora asked Lil'High. "Or can your personnel handle it?" She ran her eyes over Dean and made sure he wasn't going to fall over within the next 5 minutes.

The more Rhenora looked Dean over the more she’d start to actually see the abrasions, some lacerations particularly one on his left cheek over the bone. One above and going through the right eyebrow. A larger one on his right thigh that he’d tied off using a piece of cloth. Namely his right arm sleeve. There were certainly going to be some bruises as well. Some were already showing underneath the tunic top on his sides and abdomen.

Sizing Dean up, Remal commented “We’re not likely going to encounter much resistance from the Ferengi. If you want to sit the rest of this out, you know, considering the shape you’re in, we understand.” The man was hurting but also doing his best not to show it. The look of triumph was evident on his face. Remal recognized how proud Dean was for his accomplishments but he also knew that as a Starfleet officer there was a time and place for keeping one’s pride in check.

Triumph was actually less evident if Remal knew him more, such as Rhenora or Bonnie did. At least in this instance. Sure, maybe he’d show it later, or he may not. It was more anger that even had to happen. Remal could see it that way and that was perfectly fine. Dean being proud of dealing with it shown. Sure, to protect first his friends, and then yes as an officer second. That might be an accurate evaluation form looking at the outside. “I don’t know, we’ll see when it’s time to head that way I suppose.” For now Dean sat down.

TBC