Star Trek: Starbase 777

“…nice place,” The Trill muttered as they were led into this tiny house with bunkbeds. Must be some kind of temporary barracks. He didn’t imagine the Tal Shiar set up prison cells with their first buildings at a forward outpost. That’d just be wasting resources, wouldn’t it? Kiadras gave a glance to the group that was about to get locked in alongside him, and started weighing options. Now was the time to figure out their next moves. “Do we get a subspace call at all?” He raised his voice from the end of the house toward the Ennarain, “Anything?”

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Kya sighed as she looked around the cell they were in. “My mother told me about places like this.” She said simply, of course referring to occupation death camps. “Don’t test them. Kiadras.” She said quietly.

"Commander," Ev'kor pleaded quietly. "Please try not to piss them off." He'd treated enough survivors of Tal Shiar imprisonment. He didn't feel like doing it again now.

“I’ll be alright,” Kiadras said softly, giving the both of them a soft look, “I’m an old woman, can’t blame me for getting a little prickly in my years…”

If Vovvi were less wise, she would have snickered at the comment. Luckily for everyone, she wasn't. "Is everyone doing alright?" She counted them off in her head, making sure everyone was present.

Dakom sighed, casting Kiadras a sidelong glance. His gaze then drifted to Ev'kor. "Both doctors...." he mused, largely to himself. Seeing as there was little else he could do now, he seated himself with a view of the door, as if it could somehow keep him safe. Sane, maybe.. "As 'alright' as one can be in such circumstance."

"I can, and I will. Keep your shit together," Ev'kor mumbled again, though not for Kiadras to hear this time. He wasn't trying to get angry, especially at a superior officer, but Jesus Romulan Christ.

Annarok had been put into Cell One — more of a bunkhouse than a proper cell. As they scanned the room, they bit their lip, taking in the faces around them.“Well, at least we’re alive. Could be worse…”The words rang hollow as the memories of their own imprisonment on the T'Nexarix resurfaced. Their fingers traced absent patterns against their hands, trying to remain calm..

Tavek was actually standing quite close to Annarok, though the android was too lost in his own thoughts to notice him. He was thinking about what was going to happen. Sure… the bunkhouse looked better than a cell, but that didn’t mean they were going to be treated nicely at all. They certainly wouldn’t treat Tavek nicely if they knew what he was, he knew that. He had his hands clasped together, thankful for his gloves hiding his joints.

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There, in a doorway, this man looked even more intimidating, his height and bulk blocking the entrance like a wall. Kiadras' question didn't get an answer out of him - not a verbal one, anyways. His hand twitched upwards on a reflex as if to sign, but instead a better idea had occurred. Their guard pulled out some small device, which turned on with a beep. It almost looked like a small walkie-talkie. "Who you gonna call? Federation?" it stated, accentuated by his shrug. A joke, perhaps. "You will get food soon. After you eat and have a short rest, I will ask you some questions."

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He pushed ahead a bit from the small crowd to close some distance between himself at the man in the doorway, “Trill Science Ministry,” Kiadras replied with a smile, “Wouldn’t want them worrying,” He glanced back at everyone before returning his gaze to the Ennarain, “A research team going up in smoke tends to raise some eyebrows.”

Ev'kor bodily buried his head in his hands before sitting down right near wherever Vovvi had ended up. Let the Trill dig their own grave. Fine. Have fun with that.

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"We've already established that you are not a research team," he angled his head in a slow nod as the device spoke, giving life to it's monotone. "Just a reminder. Anyone has any allergies?"

Like she would tell them that... Vovvi made a move to reach out, but thought better of it, returning her hand to her side. "You seemed shaken up," she said quietly. Of course he was. They all were, but, "You're alright now? As alright as you can be, anyway."

Kya grabbed Kiadras by the shoulder. “Kiadras. Do not be smart with them. You are being ridiculous currently.” (edited)

"I've been through worse," Ev'kor told Vovvi, looking at her with a small smile. He was going to ignore these people as much as possible, and even if he did have dietary restrictions, he wouldn't tell them. He had a tricorder, he could figure it out from there.

His eyes slid over to Kya as her hand landed on his shoulder. For a split second, there’s a slight flash of anger that comes across his face at the sudden grabbing, but he quells it to give Kya a small smile, “I’m good,” He said, before turning back to the Ennarain, “Allergy wise. I’m good.”

He simply nodded, putting his device back into his pocket, and left the gang alone for now - with a locked and secured door, of course.

Immediately, she swiped Kya’s hand off her shoulder, “Kya, in the future, can you tap me, or something?” She said, exasperated, “Give me a break here, I’m not throwing myself into the deep end like I don’t know how to swim,” She chuckled dryly, mostly at herself.

Kya sighed. “I know, I know. I was raised with stories of places like these. And some of us may have lived those stories. You don’t get anywhere antagonizing the ones with power.”

“Problem prisoners get a lot of attention paid to them,” He said, his bright and happy attitude a little more low energy, “Which would mean less eyes on you all. Tactically speaking.”

"Tactically speaking, keeping your head down so you don't get killed is usually preferable," Ev'kor commented, before looking over to Kiadras. "With all due respect, sir."

"Killing yourself will get us nowhere." Vovvi's eyes narrowed. "You're a fool if you think we'll leave this place if we aren't all together."

Annarok’s gaze swept the room once more when something — no, someone — caught their eye. A face they actually recognized. It took a moment for the pieces to click, the years weathering the memory, but there was no mistaking it. Haekis. A far more polished version, perhaps, but the android was unmistakable. “Haekis?!” Disbelief and warmth collided in their voice as they stepped forward, eyes wide. Without thinking, they closed the short distance, their arms wrapping tightly around the android in a firm embrace. “What are you doing here, of all places?” They pulled back just enough to take in them, their grin tempered by the lingering disbelief. “It’s been too long, " They pulled back just enough to take in Haekis, their grin faltering as the weight of the situation settled in. The joy of reunion clashed with the grim reality — an android, here, within a Tal Shiar prison. That could only mean trouble. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be simple.

Kya sighed. “Don’t tacticalspeak to the tactical officer. Tactically speaking, more man power is good. There’s close to 14 of us, I think. Being 13 is worse.”

“I’m not…” She took in a breath, “I’m not gonna get myself killed,” She let out a huff, before nodding in Kya’s direction, “You gonna pull rank?” They were at the same rank, sure, but Kya had been here longer than the Trill.

“No, I’m not pulling rank. I’m pulling everyone else in this cell thinking this is a bad idea.” She tapped Kiadras on the shoulder to comfort. “You doing this will hinder, not help.”

"I'm gonna pull medical officer in a minute," Ev'kor grumbled.

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The name shot through him like an electric shock directly to his memory drive. A name he had been forced to give up almost.. six years ago. The name that was -his. Haekis, the Resistance member, one of the people who made the whole fight possible through the logistics work. And that name could only mean.. Before his brain could compute, someone was hugging him. He pulled back, almost fighting for a moment before realizing who it was, instantly returning the hug. “Annarok! Sir, you’re here?” “I-I’m so sorry we fell out of touch- and that we have to meet again here.” He said, the last part laced thick with disgust. “It has..” He said, sort of leaning against the man. He knew too about how grim this reality was. He hadn’t been expecting to be caught like this. One slip-up would mean him being destroyed, for good.

His gaze lingered on Kya for a few moments before his shoulders relaxed from the tensed-up position they had been in. As far as Kiadras was concerned, he could handle a lot of the stuff thrown at him. It made sense to put him in front of a barreling train when he could bounce off the cow catcher and be fine, didn’t it? If all the Tal Shiar’s paying attention to the Trill that keeps putting his thumb in their eyes, then they’re not looking at the other tactical commander and the intel agent and the medical officers, now are they? But he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t going to shove his way out when everyone else was telling him otherwise, “…so what’re we gonna do, then.”

Vovvi idly tapped Ev's knee with two fingers, definitely agreeing with his frustration, but... Well. "We'll find something out. A weakness, somewhere. A shift change, a moment to slip out, we'll find it. For now, we just need to observe, I think." It felt good to be able to speak Rihannsu again, that was for sure..

"We don't really have a choice but to sit here and wait for the time being," Ev'kor said. He'd weighed the options, but he wasn't going to risk his life to break out quite yet. "Fuck," he cursed in Havrannsu, before returning to Rihannsu. "At least we know they're intending to ask us questions. That will point us towards their motive for detaining us." He'd been through worse, he reminded himself. Deep breaths. The situation was stressful, but he had it under control.

The Trill took a weighty seat on one of the bunks, letting out a huff, “Sit and wait,” She echoed. Her knee was already starting to bounce. She hated sitting still, unless she was meditating.

Though muffled, some of the louder sounds from the outside could be heard - clatters of dishes, and an occasional exclamation or a laugh. Strong sense of camaraderie was flowing between all of these people.

"Something feels wrong," Vovvi said quietly. "I can't quite place it. Just... wrong."

"I know. I feel unbalanced," Ev'kor agreed. His normally agreeable face had a pinched expression on it, hating the sounds of cameraderie and happiness spilling in.

“They don’t necessarily scream Tal Shiar, or fascist in general. The accommodations are too nice, they seem friendly with each other.” She said with a huff. “We haven’t been beat yet.”

Clatter, clatter, clatter. The tray sounded almost like a Christmas sled when he brought it in, the soup bowls clinking against each other in a slightly distorted fashion. Their guard no longer sported the Tal Shiar uniform. Instead, it was the utilitarian one, though the ski mask stayed the same, covering everything but his eyes. He set the tray down, before grabbing a chair and putting it down by the door, taking his seat there. "Soup with local vegetables and herbs, piece of bread, water." he recounted. "Nothing much, but we get what we can."

Annarok should’ve anticipated the resistance, but when Haekis realized who it was, the returned embrace was welcome. I'm glad that the robot hadn't erased their memory on them! They hugged briefly before pulling away, still in disbelief that Haekis was here! * “I’m an exchange officer on Starbase 777 now and volunteered for this mission. Figured taking a swing at the Tal Shiar was worth the trip.How did you get here?” *They gave a quick glance toward the door, the tension still hanging in the air, a wry smile tugging at their lips whispering.“Yes, we’re in a bit of a predicament, but I’m sure we’ll manage. We always do.” They gave Haekis a reassuring nod. “Stick close.” As their captor talked about soup, Annarok’s stomach betrayed them with a loud growl. Their gaze flicked toward the steaming bowls being handed out, a flicker of hunger crossing their face.

"I'm sure it is," Ev'kor said, once more speaking Vulcan. He pulled out his tricorder, scanning the soup, bread, water, checking to see if everything was on the up and up. He likely wouldn't be eating much, anyway, but he wasn't going to let anyone risk themselves.

It was clean. The man stayed in his position, simply observing.

"It's safe to eat, if you must," Ev'kor relayed, though he stayed seated himself.

"Am I allowed to ask you some questions while you eat, or should I wait until you are done?" he inquired, moving his head again.

“You don’t seem like a particularly good member of the Tal Shiar, asking us.” She mumbled from the corner.

Dakom shrugged, picking up one of the bowls and stirring it listlessly. "It would be rude to answer with food in our mouths, but I suppose between bites."

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Having seemingly kept to himself for quite a while since the unfortunate turnings, all Sideon could think was a repeated string of rapid fire expletives growing in severity, most in English, but some from many languages he had managed to pick up and integrate. He was NOT happy with the current situation as his fight or flight has been screaming to fight, horrified by the thoughts of what everyone's fates might be. Yet, he knows its best to follow his superiors in the groups decisions, and as such he has found himself here. At least he is here and currently alive. He didn't partake in any of the food, even after it was scanned. Anxiety quelling any appetite that could have formed. He would sit aside from most, choosing to give himself the widest and clearest view of the entrance and anyone not of the party he arrived with. His hands clasped together with his elbows on his knees, eyes peering over his interlocked fingers. At least in this dark moment, he did find humour in some of his groups comments, audibly chuckling at Kya Poks remarks. Despite that, he remains to himself for now.

Ev'kor just looked between everyone, dreading the kinds of answers everyone was going to give. He was horrifically outranked on all sides, but felt like he was one of the few here with common sense. His gaze landed on Vovvi, and then lowered to the hand on his knee. He said nothing, pocketing his tricorder again and simply awaiting the first question.

Suddenly there was a soft, raspy sound - the man's shoulders shook as if he had a full belly laugh, but the sound was choked off. He then coughed a couple of times, though his eyes were still squinted in amusement. "You don't seem like a particularly good member of the Tal Shiar either," was the response. "Despite letting one drag you around on a death hike."

Annarok took a bowl and started to eat with the bread, dipping it into the soup to give it more flavor,it had been a bit since their last meal. They weren't going to pass up food that was safe.

She blinked. “Wait. Anga is Tal Shiar?” She thought for a moment. “That changes things.” She mumbled.

Ev'kor sucked in air through his teeth at the response. It seemed a convenient thing to say, but at the same time... He looked at Kya. "Don't believe literally the first thing you hear, Commander," he asked, sounding almost defeated. How any of these people were still alive was beyond him.

“Same reason. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity I might not get again. It.. it might have cost me, though.” He said, glancing back at the guard. He returned the nod, though, watching as Annarok got up to get soup. He made no move to get any himself. It took energy to process that food into something he could dump out later, energy that he didn’t know when he could replenish. He could be looking at quite a while without being able to recharge. He couldn’t afford to waste any. But, he sat next to Annarok anyhow, glad that everything had been deemed safe. He didn’t look up at the Tal Shiar members, either. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. That would be a death sentence. (edited)

“Fair.” She said in response to Ev’kor. “Still. There’s something off about all of this. This isn’t a death camp.” She said simply.

"Well, they weren't particularly expecting guests, now were they," Ev'kor pointed out.

“Fair, but they wouldn’t be asking questions without threats if they were.” She pointed out. “They are treating us humanely, where this fellow could turn us into basketballs with his bare hands.”

"You, maybe," Ev said defiantly.

“Oh please, I think you would make quite a cute little basketball.” She said with a laugh.

"Since no objections followed... Question one: Who are you?" the voice asked, as the man held the device out to be heard better. "

Your utilities were identified as original Federation, and none of you bear marks of masking kits or DNA alteration. None of that we know, at least.

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'Well, finish the thought,' Ev'kor thought, though he kept his mouth shut. He still didn't know what to make of anything, and unlike some people he was sharing this cell with, he wasn't about to trust the words of a random person with a completely covered face.

Vovvi inclined her head, half-zoned out. Training kicking in even without the threat of violence. "We won't be answering that," she said simply, and hoped it was enough. (edited)

Dakom glanced between his colleagues, still more than a little dubious with regards to... this turn of events, curious if they were as skeptical as he. He might not have had experience in such matters, but he was a Starfleet officer. And he wasn't an idiot. He kept his mouth shut.

“Indeed.” She said simply as she laid there, and started to do push-ups on the ground to distract herself.

"You don't have to, of course, though it is certainly not helping your case," the device noted. "

For all we know, these items could've been acquired through smuggling, which happens on this colony plenty, or by killing.

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Probably not, but she'd live. Or not. "Forgive me for not quickly trusting someone who wore that uniform."

"Anything we say could be a lie. Anything you say could be a lie, too. Except we stand a lot more to lose here, so we've got to protect our truth," Ev'kor said, in full agreement with Vovvi.

She huffed. “In simple terms, we’re not blabbing.”

"If I had a choice, I would not wear that uniform," the device stated, the man's grip on it tightening just ever so slightly until it quietly creaked. His lungs puffed out a slightly distressed sound. "

But... it has it's perks - the flock thinks you are one of them. What I am hearing is that you want transparency. I can offer that. But I will need transparency from you, too. Because believe it or not, you are not the losing side here.

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"A fact for a fact, then? We trade questions like it's a sleepover." Cue Vulcanoid eyebrow raise. Ev'kor was very good at those.

"If that will work, it will work. Should I take off my mask too? Or personal boundaries can stay personal?" he made a tutting noise with his tongue, indicating the slight sass.

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She hummed. “What’s your favourite makeup technique?” She sassed.

"There's no need for that, if you don't want to." She fought to regain focus and hold onto her instinct at the same time. Kindness is manipulation. Remember that. Remember that. (edited)

"Elements," Ev'kor sighed at Kya's question. "If you don't want to take your mask off, don't. It's not like we would force you."

"I can see the way you people look at it, you know. But, thank you." he gently nodded. "Then, let's try again - who are you?"

With a small scoff, Dakom shook his head. "I assumed, in line with the other assumptions, that it had a tactical purpose and not... a personal one. It's no issue." His gaze drifted over his colleagues once again. He'd let someone else do the talking - someone better at it than him.

"It can be both. Hides my identity and treatment from people like Anga, at the same time," came a simple, brutal reply.

"Practical," he agreed just as tersely.

"I am Ev'kor tr'Khellian, Junior Lieutenant with the Romulan Republic Flotilla, currently on exchange to Starfleet," Ev'kor identified himself. Better he than someone more important. They could look him up, anyway, and see his history; with Tal Shiar, his family name might have some sway if he could spin it correctly. With anyone else, he could probably leverage his Resistance past... though it did mean he would have to talk about that in a room full of people, which he always hesitated to do. Still, if it meant they got some answers. Better a Junior Lieutenant than any of the Lieutenant Commanders in the room.

“Ev’kor…” She mumbled, not liking the route he was taking.

"And you can look that up," Ev'kor doubled down, sending a stern look Kya's way.

Eyeing up the situation at hand, Sideon was very VERY unsure of how this could go down. As such, he rose from his crouch to a stand, preparing for an escalation. This has the potential to go south with information being shared so apparently freely.

"...Khellian, eh," the echo of Ev'kor's House name was followed by another breathless chuckle. "I might've heard of you, then." He clicked the device off, before pulling at the lower part of his mask - not revealing his face fully, but uncovering his scarred mouth enough to speak without his raspy voice being muffled: "Temar tr'Khier, also known as "Boar", saboteur of the Hhiudlir Caernu resistance cell, currently on the mission to eliminate a Tal Shiar hideout." (edited)

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"It's nice to meet you," she said— half-genuine, wanting so desperately to trust Temar, but.. "So it really is here, then? Anga was luring us in to kill us, if what you say is true?" (edited)

That easy, huh. "Nice to meet you, Boar." He mulled over what to say next. He mulled the words Hhiudlir Caernu over in his head. 'Eye Thieves', huh. He couldn't say he was familiar. But then, anonymity was the name of the game in the Resistance. "I was part of Ssiun Mnei'daemnh, once, but we dissolved into the Republic in 2409." If what Temar was saying was false, he'd be in a shitting heap of trouble, which he deserved for taking a big risk. If Temar was being honest, though, as he'd said he would be, then this could work to build up a repertoire between the two of them. He mimed a "zip it" sort of sentiment towards the rest of his cellmates, though. No need to yap about this. "Or torture, or hold for ransom," he supplied, which all were more likely options than simply murdering all of them. Luring more than ten people on a mission just for them all to die within a day was ungraceful. The Tal Shiar knew better than that, usually. (edited)

"That, too." Vovvi's gaze lingered on Ev'kor for a moment too long, though she did not pry, nor was it judgemental in the slightest. 'For our freedom', huh. She leant forward with her elbows on her knees. Fuck it we ball, "I wasn't in any specific cell, but I was involved with the very beginnings of Republic intelligence. And — I know." Her gaze cast off to one side. "The word 'Intelligence' has unfortunate implications in Romulan space, which doesn't help my case, but.. I just hope it is believable enough?"

"Now you have something that could kill me, and I have something that could kill you," there was almost a hint of amusement in his voice - real voice. Like a spark of a firework. "I don't know what her intentions were - Vigil might find out, soon enough. A handful of agents were waiting on the clearing she brought you to. We just arrived faster. Anga has been our elusive target for a long time." He gave Ev'kor an acknowledging nod: "I see. As for us... I guess if you tell someone you met one, they will very likely not believe you." The joke was followed by a gentle breath - he talked a bit too much, it seemed. So Vovvi got an "It is," as a reply.

Ev'kor shot an intrigued look at Vovvi as she spoke. He hadn't known that about her... but it wasn't the place nor time to ask. "A standoff, then, though I'm sure we'll keep our fingers off the triggers." Only a handful of agents, though? There were at least a dozen of them, of whom several Vulcanoids, some Klingons, and a variety of trained tactical officers. Ev'kor felt almost insulted... but then, they did walk into the trap that had been laid for them. "We're all colleagues here, then," he told Temar.

Tavek, who had been contemplating turning himself off and on again to prove they weren’t Tal Shiar (his existence would’ve instantly disproved it, after all), was still sitting off to the side next to Annarok, slowly calming down upon hearing that Temar was also Resistance. He had heard a few whispered rumors about that group, nothing substantial, anonymity was certainly the name of the game in the Resistance. Tavek wasn’t about to volunteer his own status as a member of a cell, though- at least, not to the people here. In his mind, nobody could really be trusted with that knowledge except the people in other cells- so maybe Ev’kor could be trusted if he got to know him, but for now Annarok was the only person Tavek really trusted. So, he spoke vaguely, and in a quiet tone, seconding Ev’kor’s statement. “Yes, we’re all colleagues… all of us want the same thing. The Tal Shiar gone.”

A little half-smile, enough to raise the crows feet at the corners of her eyes. A very, very tired smile, but one nonetheless. "I'm glad we could come to something of an understanding.."

Hm, she didn’t know that Ev’kor and Vovvi were associated with the resistance (even if that upped her respect for them). She continued her push-ups in the corner as she listened to the conversation. “I’m more worried as to how we were even fooled into working with her.” She said simply.

"She likely infiltrated the Republic itself. It's not uncommon, among people like them; we're very secure, we're not stupid, but we can only protect ourselves so much against their technological capabilities, their strategizing, and... Well. Their perfectly written lies." Vovvi sighed. "We treasure our allies very much, because they are few and far between. Hence why we," gesturing vaguely to the group, "are here."

She nodded softly as she pushed up and down. “Ah. You are the intelligence officer, so I’ll take your word for it.”

"Recordkeeping after the Great Loss has also been a nightmare. Every day people still turn up with missing or incomplete identification. You can do background checks forever, but what isn't there can't be verified." Ev'kor had seen it happen many a time, especially among his Reman comrades, but even among Romulans native to ch'Rihan this was a common occurrence.

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"Infiltrations from other factions isn't uncommon, either," she clarified, slightly amused at the memory of his brother saying something similar. "I just carry a bit of hypocrisy when it's not us— well, the Republic — doing the infiltrating, hah."

"Indeed," the man nodded. "

The Republic will need to look into potential sabotage. Which brings me to my next question - what would you do now? Because we intend to drive them out. You could be sent back home to... wherever you are from. Station, or ship.

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“…well, you’ll never guess why we’re here,” The Trill said with a small chuckle. Of course they’re on the same side. To be fair to him, everyone else was rather convinced that these folks were Tal Shiar as well, but he just had to pull flank class/attention grabber when the people who locked them in this cabin were on the same page as them.

"If we're able to reconvene with the rest of our team to make a decision, I would like to do that. But.." Vovvi considered for a moment. "I would advocate heavily for driving them out."

“Yes, I do agree.” She said with a breath.

"We're here anyway. If we can help, we will," Ev'kor agreed as well.

The man hummed, before pressing the button again: "

...Vigil leads this mission. You would need to discuss this with her, if your team ends up on this page. But I will go and delegate the current findings to her and Stitches, first.

"

“Keep us posted, we’re not going anywhere,” Kiadras gave a nod to the man, folding the leg she’d been bouncing over the other and leaning back against the wall. Time to think…

Temar nodded and stood up to his full height, which was... A Lot. "Use this time to discuss." And with that, the man was gone again, though this time, the atmosphere he left behind surely felt better.

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“Interesting fellow.” She said as she stopped doing push ups.”Nice, through.”

“So we’re sticking around, yeah?” Kiadras asked to the group, leaning forward a bit from where he was seated, “I understand that we were originally going to go fact finding, but considering the facts we found…” He gestured with his hand, before shrugging.

"Certainly wasnt expecting this to be the situation..." He half groaned half stated to himself as he gathered closer to the group.

"I'd rather it be this than the Tal Shiar," she said thoughtfully. "We could be tortured right about now."

“I’m just glad to not be dead, considering if they were Tal Shiar, I’d be in several pieces right about now.” Tavek said quietly, still kind of just sitting and trying to collect himself. Though, he was definitely ready to go at the Tal Shiar for real this time.

"I cannot overestimate the amount of luck we've had today," said the luckiest one of them all, who was in fact in the most danger still after giving out his entire name and service history. The dumbass.

“Hopefully we’ve not used it all up now, we’ll need more if we help them drive these Tal Shiar out.” He said, taking off his gloves for a moment to properly stretch out his fingers before putting them back on again. The joints made it obvious what he was, plus it was annoying as anything to get dirt or sand in them, so he was definitely keeping the gloves on for the foreseeable future.

Kiadras rested his elbows on his knees, slightly folded over where he was seated. He clasped his hands together and let out a hum, “That’s my vote,” He nodded, “We stick around, we lend a hand. That was the plan to begin with.”

"We'll need to see if the others agree, too," Ev'kor pointed out. "If they've all had enough excitement for today, we need to figure something out. And someone needs to inform Starfleet and the Flotilla as soon as possible that there's been an infiltration, and Anga was a spy."

"I just hope it turns out to be worth it," Vovvi said quietly, her gaze still fixed on Ev'kor. "That they really do have good intentions, I mean. I want to help as much as I can, even so. Hopefully we'll see the others soon."

“I think we all need to be on the same page, for when we speak with the others. We can’t be split on something if there’s the potential the other group isn’t on board,” Kiadras offered to the group, “So…are we doing this? Or do we want to head back and let them handle it? Either way, I say we tell Starfleet and Flotilla immediately, be that in person or over comms.”

"I've already cast my vote," Vovvi answered, nodding along. In for the long haul !

“Same here. I want to help.” He said, the residual nervousness he had felt before all but gone now. He was here to take the opportunity to give the Tal Shiar hell, and he was going to do it. Who knew when something like this would come his way again? This was his chance.

"I didnt join starfleet for the vacation days, so im ready to do whatever it takes." Sideon agreed, in for the long haul at this point.

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"I've already voted, as well," Ev'kor replied, glancing over at Vovvi and nodding at her.

The lock clicked, and the door swung open, the doctor from earlier looming in the doorway. "Your sentence is up," they reported. "Please be courteous enough to leave your dishes on the tray, and make your beds."

"Sounds like we're in agreement. We'll talk to the others," she said, standing, nudging Ev a little to signal him to move so she could adjust the wrinkled sheets before depositing her bowl and cup on the tray. "Thank you all for your hospitality." 5 stars on Yelp.

Tavek hadn’t gotten any soup or anything, so he just made the bed he had been sitting on before standing up, nodding at Vovvi’s statement.

A grin comes across Kiadras’s face as everyone leaned toward helping out. He gave a nod to Sideon, “Now’s not the time for shore leave,” A chuckle, before standing up at Stitches entering and letting them go. He smoothed over the sheets and gave a nod to the doctor, “Much obliged, Doc.”

Ev'kor did stand up, helping Vovvi tidy the sheets, though he privately thought the request was kind of insane and the fact that they were actually doing it was too. Who tidied up their own holding cell?

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