Star Trek: Starbase 777

He needed to stay calm, and he needed to figure out a plan. They were definitely outnumbered, and the masks that some of the agents were wearing gave him pause. There was something going on here, he was sure of it, there was something darker happening. "Keep yourself together." He mumbled to himself, quietly pressing his temples before he turned to the others in the cell. "Remember everything you say," A piece of advice he never thought he would need again.

Hey, cell two! Like his favorite turbolift! Right? Right. Except it was uh. A Tal Shiar cell. So maybe it worked the opposite way? Regardless, he nodded to 'Stitches' and followed them to the cell, looking around it as it... didn't really look much like a cell. "Okay, um -" he was a little blindsided by it, actually. Surely the Tal Shiar in a random warehouse place couldn't be assed to put this nice of accommodations together for prisoners, right? Sure, keeping them taken care of for questioning was good, but this was a bit... too nice, almost. He did not end up finishing his out loud thought. Woops.

"If you have any concerns, I suggest you raise them now." Stitches surveyed the group, expression unchanging. "You won't be getting silk sheets and pillows made of clouds, if that's what you're asking."

"Water?" He asked - it was his first thought. Dehydration was an awful beast.

Raatar slowly entered into the tiny building. He looked at the cots around them and at least that was something of a relief. They weren't going to be behind bars but behind a door that was barred. Silver linings...silver linings. Raatar continued to stay silent. They just sat down on the cot and looked toward the door or anyone else that might need some help. He wanted to offer any silent support her could. He didn't respond to the Tal Shiar's question. He was sure others would do that for him.

A least she had not recognised anyone yet. That would be so much worse, looking over the faces behind those somewhat ominous masks and seeing someone familiar. The cell was oddly comfortable looking which made her feel even more on edge. As she stepped inside her eyes immediately darted around the room trying to look for places where cameras or something similar might be hidden. She had no interest in talking to them, the less she said the better.

"You will be provided with food and fresh water." Stitches leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over their chest. "Food is on its way. Take some time to rest. I'm sure you have had such a long journey," they said, voice dripping with unsympathetic sarcasm.

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"Huh." He inspected the bunks, and looked around the room for anything odd. Old stains, scratches on the floor, anything that would maybe indicate a previous struggle or mistreatment. He then turned towards their captor. "Thank you, food and fresh water sounds lovely. I must say, this is the nicest prison I've ever been in." He chuckled at the last part, although his eyes stayed grim. (edited)

"Thanks." The word was delivered in a very monotone way - not necessarily sounding rude, but certainly uncharacteristic from Allan, specifically. That was the most he had to say, really.

Clean, actually. Not the apartments to spend your summer shore leave in, but definitely not inhumane.

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"Behave yourselves," they said simply, leaving the door securely locked behind them.

Dezyim turned to his compatriots. He kept his voice low, and leaned in slightly. "Doesn't this seem... wrong? There's something bothering me about all of this. They're being too nice, from what I've heard of the Tal Shiar."

He leaned against the wall, looking at Dezyim as he listened to the cadet's question. "Yeah, I agree. Can't tell if it's a brand shiny new tactic of theirs or what. Seems like a bit too much effort. You'd think they'd at least take the rest of our stuff and not just the weapons, also, but." He shrugged.

"So it seems... suspicious... to you as well...? I am glad that i am not the only one." Zhi'rev spoke in as even of a tone as he could muster.

Raatar sighed and laid down on the cot that he was sitting on. He face marred with worry. Kaara...he hadn't found her yet. His foot began to tap against the bottom of the cot before finally speaking up once Stitches left. "So...I think I am beginning to question my gut. First away mission after about two weeks of my transfer and I'm already captured. That has to be a record." Raatar said with a soft chuckle. "I don't mind taking less rations as well. If anyone is hungry or needs some more water they can have my portion." Raatar gave a slow nod to the cadet and Allan. "I would assume they are analyzing us for the best means to break us, or since they are low on medical supplies, that they are unable to enact what they typically would do. It depends, at least in my opinion."

"At the very least it is definitely out of the ordinary. If they think we have information that they want, which is sort of implied by them saying they would question us, one would think they would place us somewhere more uncomfortable..." They tried to somehow unite this camp with what they knew about the Tal Shiar and were failing.

"Yeah, suspicious, or uh. Maybe, if we're lucky, um... seren..dipous?" He was trying to use the word right, but the people who taught it to him were Not in the same room. "Yeah, not sure what sort of information they'd want from us. Like, they clearly have got who we are, but aside from that, I... I mean, I don't have any like, secrets, so like." He shrugged. "I don't have like, those types of command codes."

In Cell Two was Kavish who was in the process of trying to tie up his long hair. He frowned and glanced at Allan who was trying to say some word that he didn't know either. "I don't know either. I don't have any connection to any of this," Kavish said in reference to the fact that he was Klingon and a KDF officer! He was as far from whatever Romulan information the Tal Shiar may want. They wouldn't know he was adopted by a Romulan house unless they asked, really. "I feel like none of us in general would have.. many secrets. I'm a KDF officer even. I'm a cardiologist, I'm not gonna be full of any secrets other than food recommendations for a healthy heart -- or hearts, we are cardio inclusive here."

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He looked over to Lavish with a wide smile. "Oh really?! I am too! I'm a stellar Cartographer though. I guess that could have more secrets attached." Raatar stood and walked over to shake Kavish's hand. A force of habit he picked up.

The lock clicked, and the door slid open. Back in came Stitches, carrying a tray of bowls of soup, bread, and cups of water, which was set rather unceremoniously down on the floor... Even so, they took great care in ensuring not a drop was spilled... They were no longer in uniform, their attire now more closely resembling that of the other people in camp. Dark clothing with that concealing pattern. "Go on," they said, gesturing vaguely, posting up by the door once more.

"I have many secrets. What kind? I'll never tell." Wink. "I lied. I will. They're mostly personal. Any diplomatic secrets I might know of are of no relevance to them, and they're all fairly benign anyway." That's exactly what a diplomat hiding state secrets would say!

Zhi'rev reached for the water, almost... suspicious... of what might be in it. (He could never truly trust anyone, he told himself internally). Nevertheless, he took a glass of water and the soup, deciding to 'take one for the team' and eat first -- just in case.

He also took the soup. He sipped the soup. Soup sipped. Important question: is the soup good?

Good soup

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"Uh - Kavish, you wanna scan this with your tricorder first for us..?" It could be poisoned!!! He did take the soup though, and dipped some of the bread in it - but he waited on Kavish. Let it sit for a bit. Really get the soup.

"I guess as a doctor I do have some secrets. Like my patients' health and conditions, but I don't think the-- oh look soup," Kavish said mid sentence as he looked to the tal shiar officer bringing them soup. Oh he was so hungry but also... a little sus. He briefly thought of Niysa, his late husband, the actual Hwersuil. Niysa had grown up a freedom fighter from the beginning, always standing for justice even when he was a kid on Romulus. Kavish thought about what Niysa would do... be suspicious of the food, that's what. So he grabbed the water and sniffed it. The Tal Shiar would gain nothing from killing them all now, right? They were more of a beat and torture to interrogate type. But then again, they also had no need for aliens. He looked at one of the Romulan captives, a command officer, he couldn't recall their name, but he wondered if the Tal Shiar would want to keep him and kill the others. Would coming forward with his Romulan connections actually save him? Well, Kavish was still planning on keeping his mouth shut. He didn't know enough about the Hwersuils anyway. "O-oh yeah sure," He almost forgot he had his tricorder! He did a lil scan.

Nothing flagged as poisonous. Local vegetables, herbs and spices, none of which were labeled as dangerous.

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"The soup is a go!" Kavish told the party before grabbing a bowl and sipping slowly.

He gave everyone a thumbs up. "Can confirm. Not dead yet!" And nor was Zhi'rev.

"I never thought I'd be drinking evil soup," Tal Shiar soup was evil, right? Or was soup so innocent it was free of original tal shiar sins?

"Thanks," he smiled up at Kavish as he gave them the go, and laughed just a little bit as Eshen said he wasn't dead yet. "Sure, but your digestive system can probably take a lot more than mine can," probably. He ate the bread that had been soaking in the soup, and it was actually pretty good! It was a soup Mephistopheles would like, probably. Not too spicy. Good stuff. "Evil soup, maybe, or-" he looked over at Stitches again, wondering for a moment how to phrase a question.

Raatar retracted his hand and just shrugged. He must've not been the shaking hands type. Either way, he gave a soft smile to Kavish. "Thank you for the scan!" He said before heading to get some soup and a bowl. He began to slowly sip it. Still unsure about it.

Stitches scoffed. "Evil soup. Please. I'd like to think it's half decent, for what we're able to scrounge up. If it were evil it would be poisoned, no?"

"I meant..." Maybe he shouldn't call a tal shiar member evil in front of his face, he thought. "Yeah, it is decent. Thanks."

"I suppose you... are correct. If the soup was evil, it would be poisoned." Zhi'rev said with a sigh as he sipped more of the soup. At least it tasted pretty good...

"It's true. Klingons have a whole ceremony that involves drinking poisoned tea, you know. Well, I suppose a few of us in here might have known that already!" There were more Klingons in here other than him. Three in total, including him.

"Nah, it's actually pretty good. I'd give my compliments to the chef if this wasn't, well, Tal Shiar and all." He stated, raising an eyebrow at the other.

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"Better than you scum deserve. You're lucky my friends are more gracious than I would be, but I'd rather not lower to your level." Stitches stood up straight. "I hope you can focus on two things at once. I'm going to question you now."

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"Yeah, sure. Because we're somehow lower than the literal Tal Shiar, okay. Go ahead with the questions, then, yeah." Soup sip. Yeah, he could listen.

Scum? Wow. Rude. He swallowed a spoonful of soup. "Sure. What do you think we have to hide?"

"Scum, huh, that's a little rich," Zhi'rev mumbled quietly, but he shook his head and tried to keep his comments to himself.

"I don't know if we really have any of the answers you want, my guy," Kavish said, looking at Stitches with his whole entire Klingon face. Most of them in here were non-Romulan, and even for their one Romulan colleague maybe he didn't even go here.

"My therapist says projecting is unhealthy." Raatar said to Stitches with a shrug before he went back to his soup.

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"You think yourself higher than the company you keep?" Stitches had no shred of sympathy in their tone. "How did you all manage to get your hands on Starfleet weaponry? How many officers have you killed- or better yet, taken their place entirely?"

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"It's a little rude to ask someone's body count, it does not change them as a person," Kavish responded honestly with a little frown.

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Allan nearly spat out his soup, but swallowed it quickly instead. "Whoa, hold up, hold up -" he said, eyes widening a little as he looked at Stitches. "We are Starfleet. If Anga - was she Tal Shiar, then? Because like I said before, we didn't know anything much about her. She was doing a good job at being secretive as fuck about it, I'd assume."

She did not want to take anything, despite it not being poisoned, so she just took a water and sipped on it hesitantly. And then, wait... what? "Who the hell are you?"

Now... something was starting to click, "I have not killed any officers, thank you, much less taken the place of one. I am an officer... apparently not a very good one." things were just getting more and more confusing.

"I am definitely not higher than the company I keep. I wish though. I could use an edible right about now." Raatar said with a chuckle. Having fun making jokes. However, the questions he was asking were a bit strange.

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He laughed at Raatar's pun. He wouldn't mind one either. "I've killed several on the dance floor, if that's what you mean."

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"I'm not in Starfleet, for the record," Kavish said as he grabbed some bread and dipped it in his soup. "I'm usually not higher than the company I keep, I do not partake in any mind altering substances. A few people have mentioned wanting me in their blunt rotation though."

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"Ohhoho, but it does—" Stitches slammed a fist against the wall, now pacing back and forth across the door. "It does, when there is innocent blood on your hands. The blood of men, women, children, scientists, people who want nothing more than to better our world, but of course, you people only want to make us suffer. Don't pretend to be surprised. Don't — you have no right to make light of what you've done. You people make me sick."

He blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "Iiiii... get what you mean, because like, if we were Tal Shiar, I'd be having just about the same reaction, but - I mean, go with your questions. We'll happily answer them, like - I dunno, however... however we can prove it, I will."

"Perhaps we can leave the jokes...?" Zhi'rev addressed his fellow officers for a moment. "I have a few questions of my own, however. As you were wearing Tal Shiar uniforms earlier. Why?" He thought for a moment before continuing. "And what do you know about Anga that we clearly did not?"

"And why exactly are you on this planet? Is there anything important nearby?" She was aware that no matter who they were they might not want to tell them that, even if they did not think them to be Tal Shiar, but you could always try.

Kavish glanced at Zhi'rev and nodded, good questions. He then grabbed some water and drank it, essentially making motion.

Raatar nodded to Zhi'rev as well. "Yeah, I mean we aren't Tal Shiar. Even though I'm assuming something happened that might make y'all think that." Raatar was really glad he hadn't said his name. His mother being a Tal Shiar agent would be a really bad thing to go into right now in all likelihood.

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"You're in no position to ask questions." Finally collecting their cool, Stitches pinched the bridge of their nose, rubbing where their glasses had been. Contradicting themself, they did answer a question, "Drugs. Weapons. People to be enslaved. It never mattered to her, or to you. She smuggled them in or out all the same on Remus."

"Alright, thanks for answering that about her. Again, though, we really didn't know anything about her. I can't even remember her last name, in all honesty, but - we were told she was a representative from the Republic, if that helps?" Probably not, but - he was at least just being honest here.

Oh, that explained some things, but, Zhi’rev had some more things to say. "Then, there is something... amiss... as none of what you said was ever mentioned to us. We were told that there was a Tal Shiar outpost suspected." This did make him wonder if Starfleet was compromised, however.

Upon realizing they were in considerably less danger than he had thought, Dezyim let his shoulders slump a little as he sat down criss cross on the floor. He took his own glasses off. “We haven’t been smuggling anything. Is there anything you could ask us to verify that we’re Starfleet? Anything we could say or do?”

"We know her. We know what she's done. She's being dealt with." Stitches' eyes narrowed. "I'll pretend, for a moment, that I believe you. That you're Starfleet, that you've done no wrong. The Tal Shiar outpost is why you're here. And she was sent as your guide?"

He nodded once. "Yep, that's exactly it. Not much more than that, really."

"I concur. Though it does sound... a little out there as a story. I suppose we are at fault for not investigating her further and taking her words at face value..." He sighed again before he shook his head. Things were getting more dire by the minute.

He shan't leave the jokes, sorry. They helped regulate his emotions. "I'm a diplomat. There's information on my political allegiances that you can look up online, if you'd like." He could be a spy, but a half-Klingon, half-Vulcan Tal Shiar agent would be one hell of a diversity hire for the Tal Shiar.

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Raatar most certainly wasn't going to give them his Romulan name but he would give his husband's Klingon House. "I'm a KDF officer, and a husband to a Klingon. I'm no Tal Shiar member. I can give you medical records. My weekly bone fractures should show my stalwart allegiance to Klingon strength." He said with a knowing smirk.

"That being said. We technically did nothing besides walk through a forest on a Federation colony, in questionable company. We had no weapons besides what Starfleet would have, surely you do not expect the Tal Shiar to run about with phasers only?" Sure, they could be incredibly good at acting, but putting themselves in these people's cells would be a truly strange plan.

"Elements. No matter who hired you, it's a miracle you're still employed. And alive, for that matter," they grumbled. Morons, the lot of them. "If I were a Shiar operative, a commander, at that, I would have shot you for mouthing off. There is a time and a place for being sassy. It will serve you nothing but an early grave." Okay old man, that's enough cloud time for today.

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He shrugged, sipping his soup. "But you're not, are you? And neither are we. It seems this whole thing is just a comedy of errors."

"Interesting..." Kavish glanced around, taking small nibbles of bread.

"If what you are saying is true, then there is a very real possibility that something is awry. Why was Anga not properly background checked? Who hired her? How was she allowed to operate the way she had." Zhi'rev was thinking out loud by this point.

"Mhmm," Allan hummed while he was still eating some soup-dipped bread. "All worked out. The vibes were good. But - yeah, that - if you know, of course." He gestured to Zhi'rev after he'd asked the questions.

"If neither of us is the Tal Shiar, what is the actual Tal Shiar doing? Surely it's in their interest if you think us to be your enemies?" They were ow actually drinking their water a little less on edge than they had previously been.

"I'm not answering anything until I have some concrete proof that you're all Starfleet." Stitches inclined their head just barely. "Identify yourselves. Now."

"Allan Allen," he said with a smile. Pause... "Oh, uh - Lieutenant. That's the rank, not my last name."

“Gladly. Dezyim 5, I’m an engineering cadet in my fourth year at the academy. I’m on my cadet cruise.” He gave Stitches an even smile.

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It seemed the gig was up, for better or for worse. They weren't getting answers until they all fessed up. "Lieutenant Zhi'rev ir-Rheis tr'Lareth Sivath, forgive me for not being the best detective, I am a diplomat by trade." He spoke evenly, using his full title to prove that he hadn't fully been lying to them all.

"Well, I'm definitely a Klingon Cardiologist. I don't really know how to prove that aside from well, you can scan me and see I am 100% Klingon. I'm an exchange officer though, Dr. Kavish son of Lomakh as a short name," Kavish mentioned, not really sure how to further prove his identity short of showing his profile in the crew database, but then it would reveal his Romulan house and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to do that. Not when he didn't entirely know what the Hwersuils did or if that wold make him sus.

"Lieutenant Eshen K'Tann. Diplomat, as I said, like my colleague here." He was probably on some list of Federal diplomats if you spoogled him.

Raatar tensed. Aw shit, here it goes. He wondered for a moment. He was obviously Romulan. Would not giving his full Romulan be a bad thing? Would that set off alarms? Would they not trust him, or by extension their group? Well...it's either saying his name and hoping they didn't have access to free state records or he would have to give his usual Klingon run on sentence of a name. Raatar just decided to go full honesty. If they were actually Tal Shiar then they probably would've found out sooner or later and this may help, if they weren't then what's the harm? "I'm an exchange officer as well. I'm a Stellar Cartographer for the KDF. My name is Raatar tr'Khellian, Son of Terak of House Kartaak." He stated before taking a sip of his soup to try and quell his nerves.

She did not want to, but seeing as the others were listing their names she felt she had to. Every additional Romulan that knew she existed the way she did currently raised the chance of something going wrong. "I think you should also identify yourself, you were the one wearing their uniform... Havra t'Mrian, Lieutenant Junior Grade." As the words left her mouth she forced herself not to shudder, the name was common enough, at least that was what she hoped.

Oh. Fuck. Just their luck; a Khellian and a Lareth in their cell. Curly, dark hair, ridges... ffffuuuck. Stitches did not make a face, they were very good at not doing that, but this was ... almost comical. "If you're telling the truth, you are all terrible at holding out under interrogation. The Shiar would tear you to shreds." Pathetic. Really. "I won't be identifying myself, because anonymity is very important to what I do. You may call me Stitches. That is all."

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"They tried to tear me to shreds. Say something about having a new lease on life, or something sappy like that." He sighed before he shook his head. "We have answered your questions, whether you believe us or not it's up to you, Stitches."

"Well there is a reason I held my full name," Kavish said, glad he didn't mention his house name. The Hwersuils were good as far as he knew, but he wasn't fully sure so... of course he would keep that quiet. He looked at the Romulans, a little worried they gave their names, but... Stitches seemd ok? "Nice to meet you Stitches. We don't use those in medicine very much anymore now that we have dermal regenerators."

"I've never had a need to hold out under interrogation or use false names. I consider myself quite lucky to not be experienced in such matters." He used Dion sometimes, but that was more of an identity thing. "I believe our Intelligence officers are taught to deal with situations like these."

Raatar tilted his head. Well that was easy. A part of hime was a little relieved. To be honest he also had considered the implications if he hid his name. It was meant to be displayed and honored. He couldn't face Korok if he had lied about his name. He loved him, and he was sure it would hurt him if he learned that Raatar had hid. He would take any amount of punishment to uphold his honor. "Anonymity isn't honorable. Underhanded tactics and cowardice isn't something I am going to engage in. However, I can understand others who cling to such things." Raatar had tried to channel his husband when he spoke then. He wondered if it would elicit any response. Any sort of scoff of superiority. He didn't trust Stitches, and didn't believe giving their name would amount to much.

"Yeah, but you aren't the Tal Shiar, so like, we're good. There were too many, uh... serendipities." Yeah! That was surely able to be used as a noun!

"Would you have rather we had held out under interrogation and wasted your time?" They halve mumbled under their breath. "Tal Shiar imprisonment looks quite different from this..."

Stitches' expression shifted. Barely softer; a slight furrow of their brow, their gaze not so icy, mouth twisted into a partial frown. "I know," was all they said to Zhi'rev, and sighed. "You have a lot of nerve calling us cowards. If you had seen half the things I did, lived half of my life, you would understand why we conceal ourselves the way we do." That did not rub Stitches the right way, but they still wanted a display of good faith. Not because seeing the Lareth boy softened them or anything. Psh. "Selae. My first name. You may have that, and that alone, understand?"

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"Good to meet you, Selae. Should we call you that, or would you prefer Stitches still?" He put his empty soup bowl down and scooted a little closer to Allan.

"Nice to meet you, yeah, thanks. I understand, you have been through quite a lot being in... well this," Kavish said, motioning to the air in reference to just being involved in Tal Shiar craziness. He had also seen some crazy things, but the Tal Shiar was one villain he was glad to not have much experience with.

Raatar seemed quite apologetic. Damn he was good if he was a Tal Shiar member. His mother probably couldn't even pull of that level of resentment. She didn't have the emotions to do that. He gave a slow nod. "Sorry Selae just um...just was checking something. I've had some similar experiences it seems. Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I don't really think you are a coward." Raatar said before putting down his soup and feeling like kinda an ass, but hey, he wanted to make triple sure. If he was a Tal Shiar, he had to know. He still could be. But, he'd wait on that for now. Best to give trust when it's earned.

"Keep it to my code name, in case they're listening outside." Damn it. "The biggest catch we've had in ages, and they're Fed," they grumbled under their breath, running their fingers through their gray-streaked hair.

He could probably make some joke about being a catch, but Stitches didn't seem they were in the mood. He knew Allan was probably thinking the same thing, though. They were more in sync than an American vocal group and pop boy band that was formed by Chris Kirkpatrick in Orlando, Florida, in 1995.

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“Selae. That’s very lovely name. Not that your accommodations aren’t luxurious for a prison, but what are we going to do now? We still haven’t caught the actual Tal Shiar, and it sounds to me like we aren’t exactly what you wanted, either.” He shifted the legs he had crossed before reaching over for a glass of water. He took a single sip before placing it on the ground next to him. (edited)

Raatar gave a slow nod as he took more and more of a sip. "The cadet is right. Especially if they have for some reason relocated. Tal Shiar can be quite hard to find when they don't want to be found. What has me confused is that if Anga was Tal Shiar, why take us to a place that she knew was either A) something she knew was gone, or B) Potentially being watched. Unless she is incompetent, which could be the case. Her actions just seem odd for an agent of such a supposed tenure..." He said with a thoughtful tone as he stroked his beard. Having some fun cosplaying as a learned and wise sage.

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"She was leading you in the wrong direction. A trap," Stitches clarified, tap-tap-tapping their finger against their (toned) (sorry) bicep impatiently. "What they intended to do with you remains to be seen, but the plan was hardly a tea party, I imagine. As for the Shiar themselves, we still have all the intention of making them flee the nest, so to speak." They pressed their mouth in a tight line before continuing, "Catching you instead was only a momentary setback." (edited)

Dezyim hummed a small ‘hmm’ before looking back at the officers with him. If they were both working towards the same goal, then it might be advantageous for them to team up. The added numbers would certainly be appreciated if it came down to a fight, but it could make inconspicuousness harder to achieve. His brow furrowed in concentration. He picked up his glass of water and stood up, walking over towards the wall as he tried not to think about having to face the Tal Shiar later. He then turned to address the officers. “I think we should discuss some things privately.” He shifted his focus to Stitches. “If you’ll let us.”

"So they are here, we do have much to think about." Zhi'rev spoke with a shudder before he shook his head, raising his fingers to his temples again.

"Of course—" and, perfect timing, there was a gentle knock at the door, prompting Stitches' exit.

"So, about this new information, what are our next steps? I... have an idea, but it's risky." Zhi'rev addressed the group with a sigh, wishing he got some more information out of this whole thing, but understanding why it would be close to their captor's chest.

She let herself fall against one of the walls and sighed. "Elements.... well, that could have gone worse. It would be good if we were allowed to catch up with the others I think."

He nodded at Shi'rev. "What was your idea? I have a small one of my own, but I'd like to hear yours first."

"I would like to work together with these people, if possible, more hands are better than none." He offered Dezyim a smile, "What was your idea? I would love to hear it."

"Huh, same idea, actually." He chuckled, returning the smile. "We could ask to catch up with the others..." He nodded towards Havra. "And we could suggest it to them. I certainly would love to have more backup."

"I agree, it's a good plan. More people means more small scouting parties and a better chance to find wherever the Tal Shiar are holed up." Raatar was honestly a bit disappointed. He wasn't sure they'd be able to find the Tal Shiar, and he really needed to find them. Or, maybe these supposed resistance members could do him a favor. Either way, he'd go with the flow of what came.

"Yeah, pretty much. More's better here, and like - we already came here prepared to do this, right? So, yeah." He agreed with the rest of the group. Felt obvious to him.

The lock clicked, and the door opened - but instead of the doctor, it was the "Lieutenant's" massive frame, looming in the exit. He lifted up a device, and clicked it's button: "We decided to talk with you. Please leave this place clean," Boar informed them, standing in a way to imply that they could leave.

He nodded, not giving any verbal affirmation, but, he did place the soup bowl and water on the tray and made sure everything looked normal. He was just glad that they could leave the cell.

"Bet, we're on it," or at least, he was - he started picking up the bowls around the room and rinsing them out in the sink before stacking them up at a reasonable level on a few trays, using the best of his skills learned by cleaning up after family gatherings and parties and the like.

He gave a smile to Temar. "Great, be right there!" He said before finishing his soup bowl and water and placing it with the others. Before straightening out the sheets he had ruffled from laying on them. Then he fluffed the pillow, and eventually after he shifted his cot and some others into a more visually pleasing alignment he left to go with the others!

After pouring out his own cup of water and stacking it with the others, Dezyim stretched a little. Then, he headed out to join the others in the camp.