All In

Posted on Sat Aug 20, 2016 @ 10:03pm by Commodore Michael Aravan

Mission: An Orion to Die For
Location: Ontario - Orion Sector
Timeline: MD 1 || 1100 Hours

Vashkele, a short Orion woman with red hair stood at the central console in front of the viewscreen on the tiny bridge of the Antares-class freighter as it slowly made it's way out of the Orion Sector at warp two. The Federation freighter was packed full of crew disguised as Starfleet personnel from the Orion Sector Tactical Command station that had been taken less than twenty-four hours before. She looked at the Romulan and Orion who manned the stations and took note of how uncomfortable they looked in their disguises, but their comfort wasn't a matter of concern.

What was a matter of concern was how convincing those disguises were when the USS Triumphant showed up searching for the same personnel. The same personnel who had been taken to Farius Prime for interrogation and imprisonment before they were transported to the slave market on Stameris to be sold to the highest bidder.

The Orion male, Herrar, looked over his shoulder. "If you have nothing better to do..." he started before he was rewarded with a glare from Vashkele and shut his mouth.

"If you have nothing better to do, Herrar, I would suggest keeping your mouth shut and piloting this thing until the Federation sends a response. We worked a lot of hours and invested a lot of resources into this venture and I don't need the opinion of a dog who only lives to serve me...and you are outliving your usefulness."

"Yes, ma'am," Herrar said and lowered his head. The general population of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants always assumed that the larger males of the Orions were the ones in control, but the truth was, the females with their deadly pheromones were the ones firmly in control of almost every aspect of Orion society. They had placed males in figurehead positions, but they were the ones who pulled the strings.

"Jondail, do you have any new readings from the sensors?" Vashkele asked the Romulan who was disguised as a Vulcan and manned the science station.

"No," the Romulan said. "Of course, the freighter has limited sensors and we haven't had any reports due to the imposed silence of our mission."

"Let me know as soon as you get even the tiniest blip," she said. "I'll be in the back with the rest of our troops. If you get a contact, inform me immediately." The short Orion woman turned and headed to the back of the freighter where another dozen armed species disguised as Starfleet personnel were crammed into every available space.

"You've all read the files on the people you're taking the places of," Vashkele stated once she got their attention. "You won't pass more than a superficial look or a few questions from those files, but we don't need more than that. The story is that we managed to escape from the station during the attack and I'm to be your prisoner. The only thing you know about me is that I'm supposed to be a member of the Orion Syndicate and that I refuse to say a word. Once we get aboard whatever ship is sent our way, we'll take it over starting from either the transporter room or the shuttlebay, whichever option is presented to us. You're to tell them that you've all been inoculated against my pheromones for now, which you have been."

"Once we're aboard, we need to gain control of the Operations center of the ship and then worry about the bridge after that. Questions?"

Every member of the infiltration team shook their heads; they all knew their places and the roles they were to play. For now, all they had to do was wait and they were willing to do so and were all in for the plan and had no intention of losing.

Vashkele smiled inwardly as she noticed that none of the fools had questions that they wouldn't have gotten answers to, anyway. At least not answers that would have helped them. All of them had betrayed the Syndicate and all of them were marked for death. "If you need me, get ahold of Herrar and he'll pass any messages to me. Otherwise, I'm not to be disturbed. Now check your weapons and get what what rest you can. You're going to need it."

With that, the small Orion woman turned and went to the cramped cabin that had formerly belonged to the Captain of the freighter called Zeus and began to clean her twin Romulan disruptor pistols and Cardassian laser scalpel. She never went anywhere without them and the laser scalpel was her favorite for torturing people and she looked forward to using it once again.