Star Trek: Starbase 777 - quarters-corridors

A cup of tea in her hand, Evoras was returning to her quarters. She had covered a Delta shift looking after an experiment that needed constant surveillance and had every intention to wrap herself in a blanket while she finished the still hot tea and then maybe a second and third cup. After that... she wasn't entirely certain yet.

There was a flash of light, and then another, and then another, as two by two operatives in broad-shouldered uniforms were beamed into the quarters corridors, here for a mission. They split off into smaller groups at the sight of each other, walking into opposite directions to make searching more efficient.

Walking past Evoras, one group made quick eye contact, allowing her meet the gaze of someone she knew, only older.

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Coming down from the turbolift at the other end of the corridor was T'Shai, PADD still in hand. Looking up at the group, T'Shai stopped in her tracks upon locking the gaze of Irok, then quickly managed to regain her posture, somehow even more rigid than before. "Greetings, erei'Riov. I trust my work was sufficient?" (edited)

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"More than sufficient. You were brilliant as always, Ennarrain t'Lehrei." Irok tr'Lareth's timbre was deep, and would have been soothing if not for the note of malice that seeped through his entire being, his voice being no different. Perhaps, to his colleagues, this was soothing in its own right, being led by someone who embodied their twisted ideals in heart and soul.

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"Excellent, give me five minutes to get changed and I shall be available for more." T'Shai saluted Irok and walked past the group to head towards her quarters.

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Right... what? It was a miracle that she did not do a double take or react in any other way to passing someone that looked suspiciously like Saren, but her control over her expression did not fail her. At first she just continued walking towards her quarters and then... they just started talking behind her and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. There was a barely noticeable stutter in her steps right before her steps continued slightly faster. She had every intention to comm some people, but not where the people behind her could hear. Her quarters would be private, but also a dead end. The turbo lifts were behind her and she was definitely not turning around. Walking right past her quarters she made a beeline for the closest entrance to the jeffreis tubes hoping there would be no one directly next to it.

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Turning around to check Evoras was out of view, Irok spoke to the rest of his squad. "That was the Chief of Science. We need to move quickly. Locate the senators, and take them, dead or alive."

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Another squad of Tal Shiar beamed in led by a man in Tactical gear, his face still visible under the Shiar-branded helmet. His face was plastered with a look that said 'another day at the office', "Alright squad, with me. We're heading down to the Civilian quarters and work our way back up." (edited)

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"Aye," came a gruff response from the officer beside the Riov, his face scarred, eyes dark. He gestured to some of the other officers to follow him to the place where the definitely not empty Jefferies tube was located...

Bang, bang, bang. Someone's fist was banging the wall near the Jeffries' tube. Like a clock, counting down her precious seconds...

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Evoras heard the bangs on the wall and made her way further away from the the entrance on the quarters corridors towards #station-ops.

It had been some time since Paco had been on the scary ass Borg Cube. So far, he has been doing quite well in terms of mental health wellness since that day. In full normal uniform, Paco opened the door with a steaming mug of tea on hand, ready to begin the day! But then he looked over and saw his boss, Evoras heading towrds the turbolift. But not before seeing a bunch of other people in Romulan Ranks searching for something, alongside T'Shai apparently??? After a moment of idly standing there, quite confused, Paco decided to do the right thing.... close the door and lock that shit to hide. (edited)

The swoosh of an opening and closing door caught the Romulan's attention. He gestured for his people to take care of the tube issue, while he himself approached the door to Paco's quarters...

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"Umali to Security..." Paco spoke softly. He was just a couple feet away from the door's threshold, a pair of fingers still pressed firmly on the thing, frozen in fear as he slowly stepped away from the door. Hot mug of tea still in hand, trembling slightly.

Upon the yellow alert being raised, Irok stopped in his tracks, his eyebrow raised but expression impassive, as if entirely unsurprised. Then, he sent a communication of his own. "All operatives, disperse across all decks. Senators are still the priority, but we'll take anyone in our way. Teleport back and forth between the vessel at will, we should finish as rapidly as possible."

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"We have a witness here. Do you want him caught or dead, sir?" there was raw disinterest on the man's face, albeit at the mention of potential bloodshed his voice did lilt with just a single note of emotion.

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"Whichever you prefer, Rhean. As long as he's quiet." Irok sighed, disinterested and almost upset by the question. What did he care about a random witness? Just shut them up.

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While inside, Paco continued to just inch away from the door as he glanced around looking for some miracle alternate means of escape. "okidoke. this is.... as the French say...... tres bad...." Paco's fingers were still pressed against his commbadge. He thought he was going to have a nice day of eating spicy Bajoran food and studying cultures today, but no! scary shit has to happen almost monthly, huh. "does video game logic apply to real life? Can I just vent out and just.... not? probably not." Really bad things were truly Among Us, were they? "I probably do something sciency and smart or something stupid, either way there is a chance of... not alive and/or not here anymore."

Something gently rasped against the door, before it emanated a low, wheezing sound. It continued, right until an unnerving "click-click-click" could be heard, and then the door began to slowly, slowly, pry itself open...

A gloved hand forced itself into the gap. Then an arm. Then a shoulder. Dark eyes glared right at Paco, and if looks could kill...

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"AH! SHIT! FUCK YOU!" The first thing a very startled Paco could do, not being that far away from the door despite his little mini baby steps when Rhean entered, was throw his very hot freshly brewed tea straight to his face, before he tried to just fully open the door and bolt the hell out of there. He is armed with a now empty tea mug.

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The man took a step back and ducked, using his hand - and the sleeve - to cover his face. The liquid - hot, near boiling - splashed all over the uniform and part of his wrist. He lowered his limb just in time to cross gazes with running Paco, and unfortunately for him, now there was a glint of honest to gods glee in Rhean's eyes. "Slippery like a fish," came a rumble, before he purposefully moved towards the scientist, his other hand going for a grab at his collar, "Would you stop breathing just as quickly?"

"...probably?" Paco answered. not the best last words as he tried to smash the tea mug on Rhean's head. * "That was probably just as futile, wasn't it?" *If that somehow made him let Paco go, he would just try bolting again. It probably didn't, but he at least tried.

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His head twitched to the side as the impact of the mug connected with his skull, the sickening crack accompanying it breaking apart in Paco's hand; liquid poured out, covering the Romulan's hair and face, washing away the green blooms of blood where the shards impacted his skin. Gruff laugh bubbled out of him, his fingers digging into the cloth of Paco's outfit like talons of a particularly stubborn, ruthless mogai bird: "At least you're making this fun..." with that, Paco could feel himself briefly become airborne as the was quite literally yanked out of the quarters into the corridor, with little regard for his legs or knees...

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"Paco's not having fun..." Paco muttered as he was suddenly picked up. Being both, a brave coward and somewhat stubborn against being captured in his own little way, Paco kept on thinking of more ways he could possibly slip himself out of this situation. There are no such thing as bad ideas in brain storming, and even the most ridiculous one has to work... Since Rhean was holding Paco by his outfit, Paco tried to slip himself out of the jacket of his uniform while he was airborn. He wasn't sure if that could even work, but at least he was trying.

"Tr'Sathe, pick up the pace," Irok's annoyed voice called from further down the hallway, where he'd been looking through quarters and was making his way back down towards the turbolifts so he could make his way to a different level. He grabbed his disruptor, and shot Paco once, in the back, not at a setting that would kill him but certainly at one that would make him stop moving. "Come find me when you're done here." (edited)

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"AAGH!" And Paco's knocked out. First to be captured probably. nice.

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"I'm sorry, sir," came a reply, Rhean's body language all too similar to a hunting dog's that got carried away instead of finishing it's task. The downed scientist was promptly handcuffed, tagged, and then whisked away in a small burst of light... "Where do you want to go now?" he asked, after being done with their first prisoner's send-off. Back to his impassive face and mean glare.

"to your mom's house" would probably be Paco's response. But alas, he is knocked out.

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Turning towards the turbolift, almost having gone without Rhean, he spoke. "I will go to the civilian levels. There is someone I am looking for. Why don't you gather some of the others, and see if the Intelligence offices have anything of interest for us." Who was going to stop them, anyway? They hadn't even managed a red alert yet. "Be quick about it this time, Arrain. I'm not made of patience."

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"Aye, sir," a single gesture allowed him to herd back some of the agents to his side. Three wasn't a lot, but he knew where to find more... and he would do so on his way to the intelligence hub.