Star Trek: Starbase 777 - prison-corridor

Vidi and another guard lead Elohae with a disruptor to his back, threatening to obliterate him if he tried anything stupid. Down the corridor, towards a turbolift. "Face the door. Don't move," she instructed him in a quiet, but still firm voice, keeping her hold on his arm tight.

Having guessed at what they wanted when they arrived at the door, he stooped and faced the door. Restrained as he was, sign happened to not be a option. Not that he suspected they would care he was deaf. But it would have happened to have been nice to have some signed indication of what they wanted. At least the tight grip on his arm and the disruptor at his back well..indicated what was wanted along with other context cues. Perhaps he wouldnt be blasted yet for something he missed. Though...at least if he was blasted they wouldn't be able to get anything about Varal or someone from him. If they wanted more than his demise as punishment for the fact he had defected.

The turbolift came to a stop on layer two, doors sliding open...

He welcomed the burning sensation of smoke filling up his lungs as he walked down the corridor, leaving the heavy, locked doors of the communal cell behind. The clouds followed him like specters, ghostly apparitions of his ugly past, that Maiek had to dig up. He has done this so many times, yet the burden of sin never became easier. Not like this. So he walked, trying to shake off the adrenaline. To shake off the appraising look he was given by one of the Lieutenants, satisfied with his performance, satisfied by the emotion and exhaustion he managed to force out of the prisoner. Snake gritted his teeth, nearly biting through the cig, before taking a turn to the left. He had a colleague he needed to find...

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The guards made their way silently to the turbolift. Up, up, up..

1

Through the corridor the two went, then up, and up...

"Layer three. Eyes open for our tour guide, everyone," Ev'kor said, leading the charge with an urgency he didn't want to explain.

3

Amber marched down the corridor behind Ev'kor, checking any corners that came by, pleasantly surprised with how quickly he was moving.

And look who was there as well! Diahjir! He had surreptitiously placed a hand in his pocket -- with one of his remaining hypos ready. He had places to be after all, and those places involved getting their people out of prison.

As they got lower, the lights here also became dimmer. Unpleasant sensation of cold, while not biting, still clung to their uniforms, heavy and ghostly. No sight of anyone here... Until the sound of something falling echoed behind them. There, a body, face down on the floor. Over it stood a Romulan man - head low, nose bloody, gaze positively murderous. "What the fuck are you lot doing here?.." he spat out, scarred face a grimace, body tense like that of a fight dog, prepared for another round. That is, until his eyes landed on Ev'kor. There was a palpable pause as he looked over them again. And then... "Jackal."

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Amber wouldn't even stop when the Romulan started to scold them, the dead body enough for her to attempt an overtake on Ev'kor and to start pulling out her phaser. Ah, there it was - their code word. No phaser yet, then. She still wouldn't stop, however, stepping over the body without a care in the world. "Aye, moon, whatever, great," she said, "c'mon tour guide, we're burnin' daylight."

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Ev'kor suppressed a shiver at the way the man's gaze rested on him, as if he knew something Ev'kor didn't. "He's helping us out, Lieutenant," he mumbled, a quiet reminder to pretty please be a little more pleasant.

"I can clearly see that you're in a hurry, so much so that the wind in your ears turned you deaf to the world," was the low response. He shoved a now empty hypospray into a pocket as he walked right past everyone, now taking the lead of the team. "Fourth door from now on. Don't step on a unconscious body by the third."

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Diahjir nodded, keeping an eye on anything to make sure there would be no interlopers on their way to the cell in question.

Amber flashed a thumbs up to her side where their ally could see, stepping over that body too and continuing to the door in question, passing it slightly just to take the other side in preparation for entry. She freed her firearm at long last, leaning herself against the side of the doorframe. Well, if there were already that many bodies... "Ready when ya are," she nodded to the others.

"Right behind you," Ev'kor responded simply... because he was.

There was a slight head tilt from their guide, as if he was listening to something... before he nodded a, "Clear," and knocked on the door to #prison-cells-03...