From: Kenneth Field (envision_at_fidalgo.net)
Date: Mon Jun 04 2007 - 20:37:05 PDT
"Its Hour Come Round At Last"
(continues from Rahul's "Number Three")
Location: GS-2
Stardate: 2.706?
Scene: Promenade
Ensign Hannibal O'Patterson was not your average hard core security geek. He was a bad boy, right enough, with many more ties to the dark side than to the light. He actually had gone that direction before, and had more than a nodding acquaintance with folk his new associates would not appreciate. But he'd decided to go another way. Perhaps it was only to try something new. He wasn't sure yet.
He liked the tech, of course. Being able to watch *them* while they couldn't even tell he was watching was a major plus. Having access to everyone's dirty laundry was another. But for Hannibal, a Suliban hybrid, getting his hands dirty was the reason he was where he was. He actually liked walking a beat, especially among the less savory sorts, and in the places where personal hygiene and food safety were not high priorities.
Hannibal was standing just outside Schrodinger's Cat, listening to a couple Nausicaans curse at each other in their gutteral lingo. He figured if he got lucky, they'd actually come to blows, and he could walk in and lay waste to them both, drag them off to the Brig, and still make it back to his quarters in time to try that new pasta dish he'd acquired from a Romulan on the prowl down on C-Deck.
[[Security to O'Patterson.]]
He allowed himself a frown.
"Go," he said.
[[We have some ...]]
"No," he interrupted the speaker, "I mean *go,* as in *go away.* I'm busy with a potential *drunk and disorderly* with the possibility of property damage."
[[Sir, this is important.]]
"Better be."
[[We've got something on the Reaper.]]
"Yeah?"
[[There's a connection between all three victims. We have it.]]
"All right, go."
[[Really, sir, you need to hear this.]]
"I *said* go," Hannibal rolled his eyes, "not *go away.* Try to keep up."
[[Yes, sir. Of course.]]
"And?"
[[A couple years back there was a covert terrorist movement advocating BAJOR for Bajorans. Seems they had stockpiled weapons, trained small teams for heavy demolition, and stole a matter/anti-matter device with the intention of drawing Starfleet and the Federation in to try and reacquire it.]]
"And blow up everybody. Yes, yes. I read about that. I think I was in jail at the time. But I can't recall. Hard time does bad things to your sense of the passing of time."
[[Yes, well, our first victim was the snitch who leaked the information to Starfleet Security that got us involved in the first place. The second victim, as you know, was Vedek Dawan, who spoke publicly and often about the travesty of the whole BAJOR for Bajorans philosophy. He didn't want the rest of the Federation to think that all Bajorans were terrorists just because of certain sick people who couldn't follow the Prophets.]]
"And our third victim?"
[[As it turns out, he was a minor security aide to Ambassador Myall Tai. Kind of threw us a little because he didn't quite fit the pattern. Then we found out that the man had once led the team that ferreted out all the terrorists that escaped the original destruction of their primary cell.]]
"So we're talking vengeance?"
[[It's mine, sayeth the Lord.]]
"Save the dramatic lines for me," Hannibal warned the speaker. "I sense you want to say something else. It's my keen sense of detectivity."
[[Is that a word? Detectivity?]]
"Shut up and give with the skinny."
[[There's another Bajoran on station who was involved in that raid two years ago. Big time. He helped lay the hammer down, and he's a hero because of it.]]
"I hate heroes. They make things so damned messy."
[[It's McInnis, sir. He's the next target.]]
"You sure?"
[[Pretty sure.]]
"Okay, send a team to Schrodinger's Cat to handle a couple drunk Nausicaans. I'll go find the good Counselor and sit on him until we can catch this sonofabitch."
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NRPG: The plot thickens. Ought to be just about ready to bake. Chance, how'd I do with Hannibal?
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Kenneth Field
envision_at_fidalgo.net
aka Commander Gene McInnis
CNS/GS-2
aka Lt. JG Mowree Nurunyon
aCNS/GS-2
aka Tomas' Alexei Vukovic
Former Chief of Staff to Ambassador Xana Bonviva
currently with the BORG
aka Maury R. Tee
Professor of English (Retired)
Proprietor of "Impulse Drives,"
a little shop of horrors
GS-2, Promenade
"I start fighting a war, you're definitely gonna see something new." Malcolm Reynolds -- "Serenity"
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