Star Trek: Starbase 777 - prison-corridor

The echo of multiple footsteps reverberated through the corridors. It was the patrol - returning with some burned and bloodied items, PADDs, and information. Their conversation was carried through by a sharp laugh here and there, before the officers all went their separate ways. The faith of that shuttle ended in tragedy, it seemed.

6

He walked past the security detail leading Victoria back to the cell, managing to give her just a passing once-over before it became too late. He didn't spot blood. Hopefully the measly supplies hidden underneath the rations will be measly enough for her, too. The wave of emotion that swelled up in the cell had long since crashed at the rocky cliffside of his resolve. The cigarette remained unlit, removed from his mouth and put back into the pack. He was about to turn the corner to go to the third level, when-- "You look like shit, tr'Llharu."

1

The man in front of him cursed, before turning to face him. Rhean stared at him from the bottom of the stairs, engulfed in the shadows like some demonic figure crawling it's way out of the depths of hell. "Not that I'm surprised. Heard you got yourself in a bit of trouble and got relegated to food duty. That true?"

"Maybe," he shot back, unease creeping up his spine at the scene. Despite everything, despite standing higher, the way he stood there just... reminded him of a predator in wait. Terrible and terrific. "And what would you be up to? Haven't seen hide nor hair of you on floor three. Thought it was your domain?"

He grumbled out a laugh, letting it echo through the narrow stairway: "I am going there now. For business. You, on the other hand, are going higher up. Some grunt work in the security office cannot wait for you."

Third floor. The third cell. "You don't have to--"

6

"I think I know what I have or don't have to do better than some erei'Arrain, no?" it was a growl. A warning. "Be very careful with that forked tongue of yours. Now go." He waited for Derain to begin ascending up, before Rhean began his descent down, down, down...

The cavalry with Aria in tow would soon end up on the floor a tad bit lower than her cell... before she was let into one of the interrogation chambers.

2

With his team behind him, Maiek was leading them through the second floor corridor - just after pointing team three to the staircase they had to take to reach their destination. The same one where he spoke with Shepherd, not that long ago... Occasionally a guard would pass them, wholly uninterested in a bunch of people walking somewhere. One did sneer at their guide, however, who didn't pay her no mind.

Vesta walked with the group, the of prisoners they were to be rescuing seemed to be the group in the best condition, which hopefully meant that their job would go off without issue. She kept her expression as romulan as possible, that being mostly blank with a small sneer.

Silver couldn’t exactly get the sneer right, so she just kept her face blank as she followed. She just hoped everyone would be alright in there- Allan was in there, and Edgar too, not to mention Tavek and everyone else, a lot of people she knew were in there and she hoped they were all mostly alright. She’d get them all home. There was no other choice.

"Here, O-213," he muttered out quietly, turning around to face the group and-- when the fuck did he get a cigarette in his mouth again?.. "I'll open the door and enter first, you can then follow me. Deal?"

Vara'l moved calmly and surely as he followed Maiek. He was careful to keep himself acting like a Romulan officer as he moved. Once they reached the door then, Vara'l nodded once at Maiek's question. "Deal." He muttered.

“Deal.” She replied with a nod, still standing at attention. Even with her advanced hearing, she couldn’t tell what was going on inside. It couldn’t be good. She also wondered why Maiek was smoking indoors, but she didn’t comment. That would probably be rude. If there was one thing that would always exist in Silver regardless of anything, it would be her politeness.

He nodded to that, and knocked on the door to #prison-cells-02.