Taking Advantage
Posted on Sun Sep 24th, 2023 @ 10:53pm by Remal Kajun & Captain Rhenora Kaylen & Commander Savar cha'Salik hei-Surak Talek-sen-deen & Lieutenant Commander Aurora Vali
Mission:
Repairs and Retribution
Location: Kunar
Timeline: Current-ish
Prison Cells
Aurora stirred from her exhausted and painful slumber, rolling onto her back she opened her eyes to find the whole place around her in total darkness. At first she thought she’d lost her sight but glimpsing the shape of Savar next to her made her feel relieved.
“Savar... Imzadi wake up! There’s something going on!”
Savar had been in a light, restless sleep trying to bring order to his thoughts but was instantly awake at Aurora's excited urging. Glancing around in darkness revealed little to him. "Aurora, how long has the power been off?" He asked wondering if it was a momentary outage and the forcefield was going to snap back in the next few seconds.
“I don’t know” Aurora looked towards the barrier and back at Savar, “We should get out of here, while we still have chance!”
"I concur Aurora, however where do we go? I am only vaguely familiar with the layout of the prison and the tunnels. Still, anything is better than being caged." Savar replied.
“We just follow the noise I guess” Aurora gave Savar an uncertain look. “We have very little choice.”
Savar was on his feet. "Stay close to me Aurora. I do not wish us to become separated. We will venture out and see if we can find the captain as well as Remal. They should be together." He paused for a moment. "Let us see if we can find or acquire weapons.'
Central Compound
Boots clashed against the marble and wood flooring as a lone soldier raced through the dim-lit hallways in an effort to touch base with the Mrs. Minutes passed and then he slid to a halt and rapped thrice upon the door. From within he heard the familiar 'come in' and so opened the door, slipped in and closed it behind.
"What is it? What reason do you have for disturbing me at this late hour?" The Mrs., who had been sleeping upright in her chair next to the warmth of an ever-glowing fire, asked.
"An unscheduled freighter has just entered the system and turned off the orbital defense system."
"Did they have a code?"
"It was an older code, ma'am, but it checks."
She stretched, "Leave them to me." She stood and noticed he was still prepared to deliver more. "You have more to offer? Perhaps about why the power is out?"
"Ma'am. The guards have begun to riot. They've raided the stores and disabled the power grid. We have techs trying to reestablish the shield, but they are fighting against the main force of, well, drunken soldiers." He finished.
"Where are my personal guards? Communications?"
"We still have communications, for now, a separate system. As for your personal guards, they've already either engaged the rogues or are defending your home."
She clenched her jaw, "Send word to the nearest fleet, we have unwanted guests. Then prepare my ship for emergency evacuation, just in case. What of the prisoners?"
Prison Cells
It wasn't the power outage that raised Remal from his sleep, but the sudden shift in noise which captured his attention. He opened his eyes to a flashing red klaxon and chose to risk reaching through the bars and pinching Rhen. "Hey, somethings up." His voice was still scratchy but getting better with time.
Roused from sleep it took Rhenora a few moments for her brain to click into gear, a testament to how fatigued she was. Dark red emergency lighting had replaced the usual harsh artificial brightness, and the energy field that kept them in their cells was no longer fizzing with energy. "we've gotta move" she said simply, not bothering to count any blessings. Whether it was their people causing the outage or something else, they needed to press their advantage whilst they still had it.
On her feet a moment later she headed for the cell entrance, a wary hand pressing the door incase there was a failsafe designed for just this circumstance. The hand met no resistance and the door swung open, revealing an empty corridor and the sounds of chaos in the distance.
Subconsciously she reached for her communicator, feeling nothing but the drag prison garb they had been issued with. Keen eyes looked up and down the corridor. They had been separated from Savar and Aurora, with no idea of where they were. She picked a direction that she felt would lead them up and out of the complex back to the surface but was truly operating on gut instinct alone. "Can you fight?" She asked Remal who was striding briskly beside her.
He nodded with an "Hmm, hmm." His pace slower than hers due to the amount of venom still in his system. Every step shot a pulse of pain through his nervous system. "You think it's a test?" He questioned, knowing the torture they had already been put through, and knowing the underground was a maze in and of itself.
"I don't know but I'm willing to risk it for the opportunity of getting off this rock" Rhenora replied as they skidded to a halt at an intersection and peered carefully around the corner. "More cells to the left and right"
In the darkness it was difficult to see in the maze and they could have been traveling in a circle for all they knew. He closed his mind, reached out and touched her shoulder. "Crazy idea, follow the sound." The guards yelling in the distance at least indicated life, people. Unfortunately it also meant running head long into the danger.
His logic proved sound, and they wove their way closer to the melee, looking on the way for anything that could be used as a weapon. This part of the prison hadn't been used in some time and was in disrepair. Seeing a broken water pipe hanging off the wall Rhenora grabbed it and yanked, pulling it free. There was one weapon at least. She looked around to locate another. Footsteps could be heard running nearby but in the corridor it was hard to determine if they were drawing closer or not. Brandishing the pipe the Bajoran readied herself for what was to come.
Remal smirked as he admired his spall package of a bride now carrying a large metal pipe as a weapon she had just ripped from the wall. Meanwhile, he had ripped a pair of strips from his tattered shirt and wrapped them around each hand. This would allow him to use his fists over and over without growing sore or tired as quickly as his enemy. When he was ready, he nodded to her and together they entered the fray.
TBC
