From: Shawn _ (alamo_nate_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sat Feb 09 2008 - 13:25:35 PST
=Secret Agent Man=
(cont'd from "We're Off To See The Wizard")
LOCATION: Cargo Freighter, en route to ANDARA
SCENE: Corridor
STARDATE: [2.8]0209.1350
(From Justin's Post)
"One thing you'll learn Lieutenant," Crichton stated placing his hand on the young Chief Science Officer shoulder as he passed by, "never doubt me or my engineers."
With a quick hearty pat on the back Thomas winced as his body jerked slightly from the sudden rush of brief discomfort. Inhaling deeply Thomas began walking once again now the padd resting at his side, as he tried to push the lingering tingle, to the back of his mind. Following closely to Crichton, Thomas couldn't help but smile as the door to the mess hall stuck briefly almost causing the engineer to catch his arm and clothing.
As Crichton stood there looking at the door as if saying a few choice words to it Thomas stopped beside him and nodded, "Never doubt, check."
(My Stuff)
Crichton grumbled, and banged hard on the door's control mechanism with his fist until it lurched open. He made a mental note to, at some point in his life, find the guy who designed these cargo-freighters with their twitchy computers and faulty door-opening mechanisms, and punch him right in the nose.
The rest of the Away Team had arrived- Kor stood at the front of the Mess Hall table, her hands folded behind her back, ever the picture of professionalism. Drake sat to her left, and Trella at her right. Next to Trella was Crichton's new "student", Kate MacNeil, looking relieved as ever to be off of GATEWAY and away from Commander Davidson.
Varn and Crichton took their seats, and Kor began the briefing. She brought everyone up to speed as to the current situation on ANDARA, and what exactly they were going there to accomplish. After that came the discussion of their "cover identities".
Doing humanitarian missions like this might give one a fuzzy-feeling inside, and probably wouldn't look too shabby on a resume' either, but there was the small detail of them entering enemy territory in what Crichton felt was little better than a flying sardine can, so it was important that the Away Team know how to blend in.
"Since he's had some experience in this field," Kor said, "..I've asked Mr. Drake to create some cover identities for us."
"I know most of you don't have any experience in espionage," Drake said, passing a stack of PADDs around the table, "..but don't worry. So long as it looks like we're there to buy, the Andarans won't ask too many questions. And these ID-papers I've whipped up should be good enough to fool any Dominion troops who stop us."
"Should be?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nobody said this was an exact science," Drake shrugged.
"Wait wait," Crichton said, looking at his PADD and frowning. "My cover identity is... Bob Smith?!"
"What's wrong with that?" Drake asked.
"Bob Smith?" Crichton repeated. "That's all I get? Have you even *seen* a spy movie before?"
"What name would you prefer, lieutenant?" Kor asked, tilting her head and smirking a little.
"I don't know, I was thinking... 'Darius Stone' or something," Crichton shrugged.
Drake snorted. "Right. And I expect you wanted a concealable pen-phaser and an explosive comm-badge."
"What's *your* cover ID, then?" Crichton asked.
"Darius Stone," Drake said, grinning. "Want to see my pen-phaser?"
"That's it," Crichton said, "I call dibs on making up the secret identities next time."
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LOCATION: ANDARA
SCENE: Outskirts of Elcar Village
Haxer stood still among the grassers, barely paying attention as the great beasts ate all around him. Normally, the gentle sounds of the grassers chewing would be enough to lull him into a kind of trance- more than once, he had fallen asleep among the herd, only to wake as the sun was going down, to find that Blin had come out to round up the grassers, and left his father sleeping peacefully in the soft Andaran grass.
Blin. Haxer choked back a sob as the thought of his son entered his mind. His eldest son, now insane and a murderer, held in Elcar's tiny detention facility. Haxer had gone to visit him the day after it had happened, but Blin was no longer the boy that Haxer had known and loved. Blin didn't even recognize his father- he could only sit, completely still, his eyes fixed on some invisible point on the wall in front of him, his lips constantly mumbling something too faint to make out.
Haxer had tried everything he could think of to get Blin to recognize him, but in the end, he had given up. Blin, it seemed, was gone- and only the madness remained.
A faint rumbling sound crept into Haxer's ear, and it was strange enough to pull him out of his memories. He looked up, and saw a tiny speck in the sky, slowly growing bigger.
A ship. A merchant ship.
There hadn't been many merchant ships on ANDARA since the Dominion came, and Elcar Village hadn't seen one in almost 3 years. For a ship to be arriving now? It was curious.
Still, many Andaran Villages depended on the revenue that traveling merchants could provide, and so Haxer knew he had a responsibility to inform the town of their arrival. He rounded up his grassers and headed back towards Elcar Village. Behind him, the ship continued its approach, and eventually, came to a soft landing on the outskirts of the village.
A landing-ramp lowered slowly to the ground. An azure woman, with white hair and tiny antennae, came down the ramp, dressed in the garb of a deep-space merchant; practical looking clothes with just a hint of style. Behind her, a young man with brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in similar apparel, strolled down the ramp casually.
"You remember your cover identity, Bob?" the woman asked the young man quietly.
"Oh, shut up," the young man grumbled.
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NRPG: The gangs all here (sorry for the confusion, Ran). Hope I did okay with everyone's characters. What sort of cover IDs did they get?
Shawn
a.k.a.
Jake Crichton, Lieutenant
Chief of Engineering
GATEWAY Station, GS-2
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