Someone's been bad - pt 5

Posted on Sat Sep 17th, 2022 @ 6:11am by Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Dean House & Remal Kajun

Mission: New Harrington
Location: New Harrington

Surrounded by barrels upon barrels of crude oil, standing in a dark warehouse at the edge of the Capital City, they waited. Damon Opec and his lackeys would transport down in a couple minutes, make the deal, and leave with their purchase. Well, not if Captain Kaylen had anything to say about it, and she did.

“I have to hand it to you, you’ve picked a right foul place for a meeting.” Remal commented as he looked around at the state of the place. It had taken some weather damage and clearly smelled of rotten fish and mud.

“I have y’all on the local recording devices.” Bonnie announced over the communications channel. “I’m broadcasting you to every corner of the planet. They have some amazing wide screens down there.” She commented in amazement.

Rhenora laughed at the statement made in pure innocence.."just keep the Governor on those lovely screens Bonnie, so everyone can see what he's done"

“Yes ma’am, sorry ma’am.” She replied after being told essentially to pipe up. They were in a tense situation and Bonnie didn’t need to be running her mouth as she was. Sometimes she just couldn’t help herself.

The Daemon beamed down, with half a dozen of his henchmen, eager to grab their oil and flee this place. Already they were late for their delivery, and being kept waiting was not profitable. Opec took one long look at Lil'High and the Starfleet officers flanking him and immediately knew the status quo had changed.

"What is the meaning of this? You were supposed to come alone. You fool, this is what you get when you deal with Hewmans. Specifically the Starfleet sort." Opec commented upon the situation. His words were directed at Lil'High and Rhenora who flanked him.

"Well, you see, he would have come alone, except we uncovered the fact he was selling this colony's natural resources and keeping the profits for himself. Now, if you look to your left and slightly up, you can wave to all the good citizens of this fine planet who are watching on" the expression on Rhenora's face was of the cat that got both the bird and the pie.

Dean had ultimately stayed behind, as Remal had suggested. For about all of five minutes. Instead of fully up with them, he stayed back out of sight. Still resting at the moment unless things were to go sideways.

Damon Opec looked, grimaced and gave a childish yet completely awkward wave and grin. "Meddling Hemans, always interfering in our business negotiations. We have done nothing wrong here. This man offered us a resource for money. A good deal mind you, though not worth our time if you are going to continue to interfere." Damon Opec was acting on the belief that he was right and in a way offering a service to the planet, profit above all.

"Governor Lil'High may have offered you a good price, but it was not his to sell. Those barrels belong to the people of this colony, and unless Lil'High here is going to share the profits out of the goodness of his heart, I would say the deal is off." Rhenora said as the crowd began to voice their displeasure.

The Damon was taken aback by her words, "You share resources? You would share profits? Disgusting! This is a gross breach of contract. Negligence. Ignorance." He spat at the ground at the sheer idea of sharing profits. "We will be taking our business elsewhere."

This was Remals chance to speak up. "Oy, before you go. Not sure how you came into possession of a Romulan warbird but if we see you around another of our colonies again, someone might slip up and let the Romulans know. You get me?"

"Ah, uh, yes, well we uh, found her, adrift after a battle with the Dominion. She was our right to salvage. So, keep your oil. We will find profit elsewhere." As he reached for his transport control Remal could tell that the Damon was having a bad day. Any day without profit is a bad day indeed.

Dean snorted a little, coming out. “Still shoulda made them give it over, or we could have just taken the Warbird.”

“ To what end? He’s not the problem, Mr. Selling out on his People here is the one who’s doing the dirty '' The Captain replied, giving Lil’High another glare. “ I don’t think the Ferengi would take kindly to us stealing their ship, despite how they, so called, acquired it.”

“I wasn’t talking about him. I’m sure they wouldn’t take kindly but, I want it?”

"You want a Romulans warbird? Are you going to cut loose and go renegade on us?" There was a hint of seriousness in her tone.

“Of course not. I mean, gotta have a toy right?” Dean smirked, “Besides, it does have some things we can always ‘borrow.’ “

The Damon gave a pained sneer as he watched the two of them banter back and forth over his beloved scrappers find. It was his pride and joy after all. He then pressed the control and his whole party vanished.

Rhenora watched him vanish in a green shimmer, leaving only the 4 of them alone in the room. She turned her attention to Lil'High, and raised her voice over the crescendo of angry ones outside.

"I believe you should address your people. If they are kind and generous folk you may get to live out your days in exile"

He glared at her in dismay. He had built his life, his position out of living lavishly. All he could do now was wonder where it all went wrong. He looked to the camera, the pounding on the doors grew louder. The mob wanted blood. "Captain, I humbly request asylum. Don't let them tear me limb from limb. If you open those doors I won't survive the night." He pleaded like someone who had no options left.

TBC