Mission Briefing

[Cptn Elias Moore 0]

NX-05 Challenger

Mission Briefing -- April 16, 2156

 

Captain Moore stood in the shadows of the passenger suite, contemplating this most recent turn of events.

 

The crew's "trustworthy" Orion escort had betrayed them, locking them in their suite and turning their transport over to a band of slavers before they even realized anything was wrong. Now the transport, under the command of their purported new owners, was heading away from Klingon space en route to a slave processing center.

 

Commander Cole had an escape plan, but it involved bypassing the Orion guard whose massive hand was currently wrapped around nearly the whole of her neck. The attempt to seduce the guard seemed destined for tragic failure, though it appeared as if their synthesized pheromones were just beginning to affect him. Would the pheromones act quickly enough, if at all, or would Cole end up with a snapped neck? Moore glanced at the crew closest to the pair, hoping that they were as willing as he was to bet on the answer to that question.

 

More guards had arrived at the corridor outside and were pounding their fists on the jammed door. Moore couldn't help but think of the rest of the crew inside the other three passenger suites. Sergio had sent out a warning at the first signs of betrayal; they had to be aware by now that they were locked into their suites. Moore hoped that they were taking the initiative to free themselves and offer their assistance.

 

Under the deck, the transport's engines churned. Down there they could likely access the ship's systems, including the air recycling system which Cole planned to flood with the pheromone substitute. The problem at this point was in getting there. As the Orion's grip on Cole's neck tightened, the pounding on the door gave way to the sound of phaser beams cutting through steel...