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Shalin

Mudd in your eye

The transporter technician was too easy to distract as Mudd and Tch'ana entered the transporter room. She quickly sorted him out as a 'by the book' officer, who was too disciplined to fall for charms. Looking over his controls and threatening to touch the buttons, however, was more than enough to hold his attention while Harcourt slammed a wrench on his head. She checked to make sure he was breathing while Mudd settled a small device under the transporter control.

 

"We're ready, my dear. Now - on to the pad."

 

Tch'ana stood on the transporter uncertainly. "Are you sure you can run that thing?"

 

Mudd smiled in reply. "Have no fear. I've learned may things in my travels. Operating transporters was one of the first." He looked over the monitors, noting that the Bird of Prey had returned. "There ... a small cargo room. It will be close, but it's the best place to start." Setting a final control, he ran over to the transporter pad. In a moment they were gone, and a moment later sparks began to fall from the transporter control.

 

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On board the Vulture, Mudd began to pull off a wall panel. Tch'ana gazed at what he was doing curiously as the rotund scoundrel began rewiring a series of circuits. "There ... no communications, and soon we will have the staff dashing off the ship!"

 

Her head cocked to the side. "They're going to want to leave?"

 

Mudd smiled. "We're hardly a match for Starfleet officers if it comes to blows. The best way to get the crew to leave is to make them want to leave. Where I'm from, this is called the 'Ramius gambit'." Tweaking a small switch, alarms began blaring through the ship. "There - they'll be getting reports through their computer that there's a calorimex leak. They won't be able to leave the ship fast enough!"

 

After waiting five minutes Mudd carefully lead Tch'ana out of the cargo room. Easing through the ship, Tch'ana found that Mudd knew his scams. "How did you know where those circuits were?"

 

Mudd smiled, twirling his mustache. "I managed to acquire the technical schematics for this ship a while ago, intending to sell them to the Orions. I ended up in that despicable pit for my trouble." He opened the next bulkhead, peeking about before heading towards the bridge. "Who knew that I'd be rewarded for my troubles so soon?" Checking the last bulkhead, he waved Tch'ana forward. "You first through this one, my dear."

 

She shrunk back. "Why me?"

 

Mudd patted her on the shoulder. "Bridge crew are often stubborn. Now - just like the transporter ... a little distraction while we take the ship!"

 

Tch'ana opened the bridge, startled at what she found. The bridge was mostly abandoned, except for one person who had spun about to face her, a phaser trained right at her. Shan's eyes grew wide at the sight. "... you?"

 

"Shan ... what in the world are you doing here?"

 

He gestured for her to move forward. "I'm trying to pilot a ship with a coolant leak ... unless, maybe the leak isn't as dangerous as my crewmates thought?"

 

Tch'ana eased forward. "It's not what you think ... well, maybe it's exactly what you think."

 

Shan frowned. "Tch'ana, you've got one minute to explain all of this to me ... " Then he hit the floor, stunned from a blow from behind.

 

Harry Mudd grabbed Shan's shoulders, dragging him out. "Come along, m'boy, mustn't keep the others waiting ..."

 

Tch'ana grabbed up Shan's legs, helping Harry carry him off. "We don't have to hurt him, do we?"

 

Harry tsk'd at her. "My dear girl, the one thing which has allowed me to reclaim my freedom time and again is that I have never harmed anyone seriously. At the moment I am merely an infamous criminal; killing or even seriously injuring someone would make me a dangerous one, and that would put more than my freedom in peril. There are cultures within the Federation which would think nothing of killing me in that case, or even killing me for less.

 

"No no, dear, we aren't going to kill him - merely beam him aboard the other vessel before making our escape ... which should be done quickly, before they attempt to launch a boarding shuttle."

 

Tch'ana set Shan on the transporter pad while Harry set the co-ordinates. "You think they have one?"

 

"I don't know, and I'm not about to find out." With a pull of a slide, Harry waved goodbye to Shan. "Ta tah, my boy." Turning back to Tch'ana, he sighed. "A pity, really ... I'm a good pilot, but we could use a better one."

 

"You want a good pilot? Watch this!" She raced to the bridge, plopping down in the helm cradle. Within moments the Vulture's shields were up, and the ship was arcing off in a 90 degree course away from the command ship. Tch'ana giggled behind the controls, easing the ship through evasive maneuvers.

 

Meanwhile Harry sat behind her, examining the contents of a tricorder that was left behind. "Hmmm ... interesting ... interesting and most useful." A broad smile graced the conman's face as he paged through the ship's manual, a finger curling his mustache idly.

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