Quirinus (mirror) Mission 10803.31

starring

Mitch Travis as Captain Sulek 
Keith LaHue as XO Ben Pangborn 
Christopher Dickinson as Billy Bob Powers 
Jeffrey G. Brown as Kraight 
Ed Selgas as David Telarus 
Karriaunna Scotti as Azhure 

and

Mike Horton, Ship Manager

Chris Dickinson, Special Guest Ship Manager

MISSION PROLOGUE: After giving the slip to an Alliance task force, the Quirinus hid low for a short time.  Ensuring that the Klingon craft had moved off, the stolen rebel craft emerged from its hiding spot.  Weakened, the Quirinus needs a location to rest and repair. Captain Sulek has selected a heavily fortified but unsavory unaligned stronghold in the Orion sector.  An area of lawlessness, any matter of goods can be acquired on the base - everything from food to weapons to alien beings. Personal safety is paramount, and danger could lie around any corner if you don't watch what you say...

=/\==/\= BEGIN Quirinus (mirror) Mission 10803.31: Reflections =/\==/\=
=/\==/\= Episode 6 =/\==/\=

Kraight says:
:: checks his sidearm, then returns to setting up the autoscans ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Helm: Take us into orbit.  Ops: Hail the local authorities for clearance.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::On the bridge, standing with his arms crossed::

ACTION: The helmsman silently nods, and the communications officer gets clearance to approach.  Ship sensors detect the station probing them, scanning them.

Kraight says:
Sulek: We are being scanned.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: We have little to hide, if we want in.
Kraight says:
:: nods ::
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> :: Keeping watch over Azhure as she continues to rest up, knowing that he will soon need to head over to the station, with or without her.  Probably best to go without... ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Ops: Request an audience with base authorities so we can get a berth for repairs and beam down permission for trading purposes.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: What do you recommend as punishment for that worm of an engineer, if we ever find him?
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: Hopefully he is drunk or injured somewhere.  If he has been feeding information to the Alliance....
Host ChrisD says:
<OPS_Griska> :: Quietly does as the Captain orders ::  CO: Repairs are one slip of latinum an hour, Captain.
Host ChrisD says:
<OPS_Griska> CO: .... and we have to provide our own supplies and engineers.  They'll just tether and power us.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: How much in the funds do we have?
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: If he's been feeding information to the alliance, he's a dead man.
Kraight says:
:: checks ::  Sulek: Should be sufficient for our needs. We do have some materials we took from the Alliance station that we could trade, if it comes to that.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: A slowly dying man, I should think.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Ops: Tell them we will pay for the first hour when were tethered.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: I've often wondered how long one could last in the agony booth.
Host ChrisD says:
<OPS_Griska> CO: Aye, Captain.  :: Passes along the information, then listens back for the gruff voice ::  CO: They say "two hour minimum."
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Ops: Agree, but we put in a down and pay at the second hour for the rest.  We don't want to be bumped.
Host ChrisD says:
<OPS_Griska> CO: They say that is agreeable.  Dock... fourteen.  :: Sends coordinates to helm ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Helm: Take us in.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::takes a seat::

ACTION: The Klingon starship silently glides into port with a shudder, shaking the bulkheads.  A sizable clamp locks down on the docking port.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
All: Get your trading parties together.  If memory serves, one of the better trader bars is called The First Star.  But it can be a bit rough.  ::looks at Pangborn:: Save the Orion women for later.
Azhure says:
:: Suddenly pulled from her sound sleep, she opens her eyes.::
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> Azhure: Welcome to the land of the conscious.
Kraight says:
:: sets his station to automatic, then stands ::
Ben_Pangborn says:
::laughs:: Sulek: But Captain....we all need to recreate.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: You and I our going to look for a few old friends.  Perhaps an additional ship or two might help us.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: Trade first.  Pleasure second.
Azhure says:
:: stretches::  CTO: Is that a good thing or bad?  What time is it... or should I ask, where are we?
Kraight says:
Sulek: We will be fortunate indeed to find allies.
Host ChrisD says:
Azhure: Unaligned trading station, Orion system.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: What do you want me to prioritize?
Azhure says:
:: Climbs out bed and moves to the bathing room::  CTO: I need to get medical supplies.  What are your plans?
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: There is a Vulcan bar a little off the beaten path.  There are also a few Andorian captains I know that have no love for the Alliance.
Kraight says:
:: grins :: Sulek: What are we waiting for?
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: Foods...we could use some fresh greens.  I for one am not fond of all the meat of late.  Breads too, if they can be had.
Host ChrisD says:
Azhure: To make sure you don't get sold into slavery.  Or prostitution.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
All: On your way.  Kraight: Contact engineering and get them on repairs.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: Greens? I need meat too. But I'll look for everything
Kraight says:
Sulek: Already taken care of, sir.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Pangborn: Stay in contact with the ship.  With the CEO missing, you'll need to get replacement parts for the ones they use up, as well.
Azhure says:
:: Pops her head out the door with a raised brow::  CTO: Lovely... :: quickly finishes getting ready.::
Ben_Pangborn says:
Sulek: I'd like to get my hands on him...
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
:: heads towards the docking ring ::
Kraight says:
:: follows his Captain ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::Exits ship, handing the attendant the first bar:: Attendant: The Engineers have the second part of the payment.

ACTION: The senior officers enter the station, and find the docking area musky and dark.  Lighting is dim, the air is stale, and a thin fog hangs around the discarded rags and scaffolding.

Ben_Pangborn says:
::leaves the ship and begins looking at the wares of the various stores::
Azhure says:
:: Comes out, braiding her hair.::  Powers: Ready?
Kraight says:
:: keeps a watchful eye for trouble ::
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> Azhure: As ready as I'll ever be.  :: Checks his concealed blade, and then his rifle ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::moves quickly out of the docking area and takes a left on a dimly lit street::  Kraight: Stay close.
Kraight says:
Sulek: Count on it.
Azhure says:
:: Slipping a blade into her leg sheath, grabs the padd and exits.::  Powers:  Hmmm... let's see... I have never been here before.  Have you?  Any ideas on where to get some of these items?  :: hands him the padd::
Ben_Pangborn says:
::barters over some greenish type vegetable::
Kraight says:
:: keeps one hand very close to his sidearm ::
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> :: Scans over the PADD ::  Azhure: It's a star station, probably same as others, give or take the atmosphere.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::keeping eyes and ears open for any sudden shift in shadow and sound he walks down the promenade, flexing the fingers on his obviously artificial hand::
Azhure says:
:: grimaces:: Power:  Check all your body parts before you leave and on your return?
Host ChrisD says:
ACTION: The unwashed alien dismisses Pangborn's offer, claiming it to be far too low.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::offers a bit higher::

INFO: The Promenade is a loud area, with many bodies squeezed into a small area.  Neon and garish signs compete for patron's attentions, along with scantily clad persons of both sexes.

Azhure says:
:: Checking with the security officer on duty, she steps off the ship onto the docking rank.  At her first breath, she wrinkles her nose.::
Kraight says:
Sulek: It seems that appetites of all varieties are catered to here.
Host ChrisD says:
<Purveyor> :: Points a finger to the table of greens, shaking them unceremoniously ::  Pangborn: Do you have any idea how difficult it is to grow these?  And to get them here this fresh?
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::they come to a small causeway leading into an interior of the station.  he pauses and looks down the narrow hall. A few drunks lean against the walls.  It smells of the odors unique to the species that frequent here::   Kraight: Even appetites that I do not think you would be interested in.  This way.  ::he steps into the hall::
Kraight says:
Sulek: True.
Kraight says:
:: follows ::
Azhure says:
:: With a slight shudder, she move carefully::  Powers:  Let's get this over with.  The shorter we are here, the better.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Purveyor:  I can always look elsewhere.
Host ChrisD says:
<Purveyor> Pangborn: Perhaps you should.  I have gotten twice as much as your offer for this.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::they come to a door with a faded sign, Sarek's Lair::  Kraight: Here.  ::he raps twice on the door, pauses and knocks once::
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> :: Walking aside Azhure, kicking aside a bum sleeping in the docking area as they emerge onto the ruckus ::
Ben_Pangborn says:
Purveyor: I'll give you 10 more credits, no more.
Host ChrisD says:
<Purveyor> Pangborn: Fine, fine.  :: Holds out a seven fingered webbed hand ::  Just so you take your ugly mug away from my stand.  Bad for business, your sour mood.
Azhure says:
:: Notes a couple of men watching them and sighs::  Powers:  Remember, I hate putting you back together again.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Purveyor: It's been a pleasure. ::takes the green smelly vegetables and leaves::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::A voice sounds from the other side:: Peace and long life to all but those of the Alliance.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::he responds:: Live long and prosper for all those here.  Death to the Alliance.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::looks for some of the engineering parts they need::
Kraight says:
Sulek: I'm guessing you've been here before.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<Doorkeeper>::the door opens and an ancient looking Vulcan sticks his head out::  Sulek, I thought that sounded like you.  Who is the Blue Skin?
Kraight says:
:: smiles ::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: What would make you think that?   ::REB::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Doorkeeper: My personal bodyguard and friend.  I will vouch for him.
Kraight says:
Doorkeeper: Greetings. I am called Kraight.
Azhure says:
:: Taking neither a defensive or offensive position, but walking the fine line, she makes her way past that group and a couple of others, looking for something specific.::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<doorkeeper>  ::the old Vulcan nods::   Kraight: Come and be welcome.  Be aware that Sulek's vouch for you carries much weight and his life too.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::Begins haggling with another purveyor over some magnetic constrictors::

ACTION: A loud purple skinned somewhat female-ish looking individual tries to get Pangborn's attention.

Kraight says:
:: nods, follows Sulek inside ::
Ben_Pangborn says:
::looks over at the girl, tempted. Remembers what the Captain said::
Host ChrisD says:
<Purple Thing>  Ben: Those are unreliable goods!  You want what I have, I assure you....
Ben_Pangborn says:
Purple: And that would be?
Host ChrisD says:
<Purple Thing> :: Grins a sly grin ::  Ben: You are looking for more than magnetic constrictors, I'm certain...
Azhure says:
:: Turns down a side hall that is not obvious.::
Ben_Pangborn says:
::struggles to control himself:: Purple: I do need them....
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::the interior of the inn is dark, and quite warm. he lets his eyes adjust and then sees a female Vulcan sitting quietly in the corner.  She is quite striking in appearance and armed to the hilt.::
Host ChrisD says:
<Purple Thing> Ben: You need more than that, weary traveler...
Kraight says:
:: looks at the Vulcan, then back to Sulek ::
Azhure says:
:: passing a few 'shops' that are closed, stops at what appears to be a dead end.  Quietly::  Powers: I need you to stay here.  Whatever happens, do not come in, and let no one come in.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Kraight: I see an old friend.  ::he nods indicating another Vulcan sitting at a table nearby::  That's her guard. He is who you will need to keep an eye on.  We did not part on the best of terms.
Kraight says:
Sulek: Understood.
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> Azhure: Don't come in?  No matter what?  :: frowns ::
Azhure says:
:: Nods and on that turns to slip through the door, closing it behind her.::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::he moves toward the woman:: T'Lir: It has been a long time, my wife.
Ben_Pangborn says:
Purple: I think I need to shop. But I will be free in... 2 hours?
Kraight says:
:: blinks, but is wise enough to say nothing ::
Host ChrisD says:
<Purple Thing> Ben: Two hours is a long time.
Kraight says:
:: positions himself as best he can between Sulek and the Vulcan bodyguard, without being blatant about it ::
Ben_Pangborn says:
::disgruntled:: Purple: Two hours it will have to be.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<T'Lir> Sulek: One hopes that you would be dead, but then the link has always been there.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
T'Lir: Then you have taken no other mate?
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
<T'Lir> Sulek: You would have know if I had. True.
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
T'Lir: Indeed.  But I try not to think ::pauses:: of those times.
Ben_Pangborn says:
::returns to haggling::
Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
T'Lir: This is Kraight.  May he join us? We have less personal business.
Azhure says:
:: Time having passed, she slips out the door and looks at Bill::  Powers: I'm done.
Host ChrisD says:
<CTO_Powers> :: Arms crossed ::  Azhure: ... and?
Azhure says:
:: Smiles sweetly::  Powers: And... what?

=/\==/\= END Mission =/\==/\=