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Where No Man Has Gone Before, Episode 1, "Pilot": Scene 2, Onboard the USS Anansi
Kalelothran looks up from examining the dead bodies, his mind racing from Featherwell's muttering.
"Mutiny maybe?"
She's right, of course she is. Starfleet manual, section 131, Captain-Crew Interactions. Subhead 76, Armed Insurgency.
You look up at each other, a terrible realization setting in. This isn't a rescue mission. This is a war zone.
Featherwell and Claymore, you both leap into action, quickly grabbing phasers, and tossing them about. (You manage to arm yourselves, and collect three more phasers before you're warped away--I'll let you decide who gets them).
"WAIT! COMPUTER!" Buck Steele shouts so loud the walls almost shake. "Personnel information override. Emergency identification protocol. Make it so." You remember from the Pheremone Leak incident that Admin Lockdown systems have an automated system in place for identifying chief suspects, as singled out by the captain who put the lockdown in place.
The communicator crackles on for a moment, before the dull, musty voice of the ship's computer comes back to life. "Emergency identification protocol activated. Admin Lock initiated by Captain Galorus Straam, stardate 37414.1. Prime Suspect identified: Shepson Wolfe. Video recording available. View?"
Claymore moves forward. "Affirmative."
Static on the viewscreen. Galorus Straam appears--Sv'ral, you recognize the voice. She's badly injured, but visibly defiant. Is that a grin on her face? "So. Wolfe. If you're seeing this, you've cracked the bridge. Well, I wanted to let you know--before the Warp Deflection system sends you hurtling off into some random corner of the ship--that I've locked the entire bridge down. And I've set our coordinates to crash right into the blasted sun. So you win. The ship is yours. Enjoy it while you can, you son of a--" a shadowy figure kicks down her ready room door. The video ends.
Backing herself into a wall, barely suppressing tears, Sv'ral calls through to the Odysseus with this information. A moment of background radiation, then the soothing voice of the captain.
"... My god. Alright, excellent work, away team. Claymore, you pick 'em well. We're locking onto the bridge with the transporter, but Khareshi says we need a few minutes to re-power with the gravity distortions. In the meantime, see if you can find Wolfe and disarm him. And for god's sake, find any living passengers, get them the hell off the ship before it crashes into a sun! Keep me posted. Odysseus out."
All the while, Henri and Kalelothran have been dashing from person to person, desperately checking vitals, performing first aid, and trying to save these poor, damned officers. Suddenly, a cough. They did it. Even if just for a moment, they did it!
"You're... not from around here." A thick Indian accent laughs, before coughing up a few drops of blood. "Welcome... to the Anansi. I am First Officer Sameer Malik. What..." another bloody cough, "What can I do to make this stay more pleasant for you?" His eyebrows flash, and a disarming grin lifts the gravity of the situation.
So I am not quite following-are we getting randomly flung to a different part of the ship right about now or are we going to be staying here to make buddies with this Mr Malik who may or may not be the official Captain of this ship at this point?
Sorry, ran out of time and the post was already a mile long--because of everyone's spectacular rolls (seriously, that was quite impressive!), I'm giving you all a moment to chat with New Captain Malik, so you can ask any additional questions about what went on, until he dramatically dies, at which point you're flung into a far corner of the ship.
"Commander Malik, we're from the Odysseus. The Anansi will be destroyed unless we can override the lock down. Can you provide the codes to do that?" Kalelothran glanced at a nearby chronometer, attempting to calculate how long until the ship would be unrecoverable.
Claymore clenched his fists angrily for a moment, before calming himself. Shepson Wolfe. He'd be damned if he let whoever did this die when the Anansi crashed into the incandescent nuclear fire of the Scarpulus sun. They were going to find Wolfe, they were going to arrest him, and he would stand proper and legal trial for what he had done here.
But they also had to act fast. Claymore didn't know exactly what a Warp Deflection system was but by the sound of it they wouldn't be in this bridge for very long.
"Sv'Ral, advise the Odysseus that we may soon be transported by the Anansi to other locations within it's structure. Steele, get as much information from the bridge as you can in a hurry, and transmit it to all our tricorders." He didn't have to tell Featherwell to keep her guard up, she was already watching out with practiced ease, covering the rest of the team with a steady phaser.
He strode over to where Kale was talking to the wounded commander, and knelt beside him, smiling gently and placing a friendly hand on the man's shoulder. "Please Commander. Those codes could save anyone left on this ship."
"Odysseus, Sv'ral here. The ship's systems are still locked, but we may have found someone who can help us with that. We seem to have tripped a security device known as a warp deflection field. If we can't solve this computer lock down, we may be transported to... another...."
Sv'ral's jaw sags open noiselessly for a moment as her thoughts begin to jumble. "That's what they're doing, isn't it?" she says to herself. "They're transporting to another ship."
She spins to face Claymore and Kalelothran. "Kale," she stammers. "I'm no Vulcan, but maybe you can apply some logic and a bit of your famous unconventional thinking to this. Wolfe and his men are trapped on this ship. The bridge controls are locked down, Captain Straam's set the ship on a direct course into a red dwarf. They obviously found her, but they haven't gotten the code to end the lockdown out of her, if she's alive at all. Even if they did, they can't set foot on the bridge without tripping the... warp... deflection... thingy. Maybe someone else could fix it for them, but there's a good chance not; we've already proven that anyone else would trip the... warp... deflection... thingy too. They're almost certainly not going anywhere in this starship."
She catches her breath. "If you were in their shoes, and you weren't going anywhere in your current starship, wouldn't you try to capture another?"
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CayrusConsulFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!Registered Userregular
Can I make another medicine role to keep Commander Malik alive? Also how long do we get the +3 from Command?
"The Anansi's in trouble? I..." Malik breathes heavily for a moment, before grinning once more, "I hadn't noticed. And the Odysseus has been sent to save us, you say? Oh my, then it's worse than I thought!" He laughs for a moment before it breaks back down to a cough. Henri works tirelessly on his midsection, attempting to set his fractured bones and halt the internal bleeding.
"Codes? Of course. Hand me a Datapad, and I'll record it for you." Claymore reaches for the Datapad out of his bag, and Malik, hands shaking and arms wobbling, records a complex series of numbers. "All it shall take is entering this code into Captain Straam's ready room console, and the admin lock shall lift. It's located near the Holodeck. But be careful--before they stormed the bridge, the mutineers had claimed the Lounge as their headquarters. So be careful my friends."
His head heavy, he turns and listen to Sv'ral's theory. "Interesting thought, Andoran. My, such brains and... *ach'm*... beauty. If this is true, then even deactivating the admin lock while Wolfe is active is a gambit, no?"
EMERGENCY WARP DEFLECTION ACTIVATED. DIVERTING IN 10... 9... 8...
"Of course, the warp deflector. Listen, you're, gah, that hurts, you're all about to be transported to random segments of the ship. Be ready for anything. You, handsome fellow in the Azure shirt," he sets a hand on Henri's shoulder, "Grab hold of my arms, we'll be recognized as one object and beamed out together. You can continue to treat me when we rematerialize."
"A Warp Deflector? Those eggheads in science work wonders... Karen thought as she set her phaser for stun.
"well, no bloody pirates are going to hijack our ship on my watch." she huffed as she kept watch over the rest of the team. While they were safe, however temporarily, that didn't mean Wolfe or one of his gang wouldn't try something stupid...
"Go down, kick ass, and set yourselves up as gods, that's our Prime Directive!"
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CayrusConsulFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!Registered Userregular
"Stand back, let me help him."
Henri rushed over and began is work.
"Please Commander, lay still. I'm not going to lose you."
Henri attempted to work his magic on Malik, but even a cursory glance at the Commander's wounds revealed that he was not long for this world. He injected something for the pain, but there was little more he could do.
Realizing what was about to happen, Claymore leapt to his feet and cut through the countdown with a loud and direct voice of command. There wasn't enough time to explain what was going on, but within a few seconds, they'd all get the idea...
"Team! Rendezvous at the holode-"
There was no-more time. With the familiar flash of a teleportation beam, Claymore felt himself being de-materialized and then re-created somewhere else, but where he had no idea. In the split second before the world reformed, Claymore hoped that anyone who hadn't been listening in to the Commander had managed to understand his shouted command before it was cut short by the Warp Deflector, or they would start to have some real problems...
Could he burn an action die to boost that roll? I see in the core rules that you're allowed to do that for a +5 bonus to a skill check, but it also stipulates that you're only allowed to make that decision before you know the result of the challenge.
Edit -- nevermind I see that he already rolled and it wouldn't have made a difference anyway.
Of course! I've got his closing monologue already written in my head. Will post it later tonight/tomorrow, when I post everyone's materialization status.
everyone will be all "man, he was so great. I wish he had lived"
what they don't know is that he was supposed to live the actor who played him had an affair with the directors wife or something and so he had his script changed at the last moment
I am thinking way too deeply into this but fuck it
The computer countdown reaches zero, and with a lurch of her stomach, Sv'ral's atoms hurtle through space. She feels herself reassembling in some other section of the ship, and for the second time today, she finds herself thinking, thank goodness no one's shooting at me.
...yet.
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CayrusConsulFriends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!Registered Userregular
As Henri leans over Malik and places his hands on the medic's shoulders, he couldn't help but detect a slight hint of a smile on the Commanders face.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Commander," Henri said with a wink.
Just then he heard Claymore's shout and felt the tingling in his stomach he recognized as a transporter beam.
"Stay with me!" he shouted as the pair were transported to God knows where.
Actually all of the sudden I wish we could go back and re-roll a crew of exclusively minor characters from STNG. I could have been that engineer Ashley Judd played when she kissed Wil Wheaton, and I'd spend 50% of every episode in my quarters staring at my boobs in the mirror. Cayrus could play the Asian doctor that was always assisting Crusher.
Kalelothran, Sv'ral, and Featherwell
The bridge melts away, and suddenly you're in a bar. Or, it used to be a bar... the tables have been flipped and scattered across the room, serving as makeshift cover. Off-key Tellarite Jazz fills your ears. Shattered glass bottles and refuse covers the floor. Several bodies lay among the debris--though they seem less injured and more intoxicated. A twisted rod of metal has been jammed into the bar itself; from it hangs a tattered yellow starfleet tunic with a crude charcoal wolf drawn on the front, surrounded by the words "LUPI CLAMA PRO LIBERTAS".
On the far side of the room, there are three men in torn up Starfleet tunics surrounding a fourth as he plays the hover-piano. Their backs are turned to you. Between their laughter and the (terrible) music, they don't seem to notice you. You don't see any weapons, but then, they could always be hiding something.
You've got a surprise round. You can attempt an attack, or skill roll--but whatever you do, unless you're making your presence known, be sure to make a Subterfuge check (I'll let you decide the stat bonus, per your action).
And remember, other skills and tactics are always welcome in combat.
Claymore, Henri, and BUCK STEELE
Hot. It's hot. You can't quite tell WHERE you are yet, but it's hot. There are consoles all around. Some are still beeping, some have blown out from the heat. The metal is warped and damaged all around you, the air is wavy and thick. Buck, his eyes already squinting from sweat, looks around. "Deflector control." Suddenly he stumbles, light-headed. The cooling systems are clearly damaged.
Roll a STR+Phys check to resist taking 1d6 radiation heat damage.
Three Engineers, crude wolves drawn in charcoal over their Starfleet insignias, struggle to stay on their feet and man the controls, to get something--ANYTHING--to work. They scream when they see you, but it comes out as more of a defeated moan.
"WH--WHO ARE YOU!?" They stumble on their feet, attempting to take a fighting stance, though still wavering and coughing.
Alright, so--these guys are pretty woozy from the heat, but still looking for a fight when their turn comes up. However, you may still attempt other skills in the meantime.
Also, don't forget--you guys get a +2 bonus to containing solar radiation for two rounds, then one round of a +1 bonus.
Henri
Malik was in bad shape before, and now you're here, in this heat--you know this is goodbye. A single tear rolls down your cheek. His other hand on your shoulder, Malik wipes it dry.
"Do not feel sad, my friend... do you know why?" His voice cracks, growing ever weaker.
"Non, mon capitaine."
"Because moments ago, I thought I would know nothing but death. But this was not to be. You have given me the sight of a beautfiul woman," his eyebrows rise, "a beautiful man, laughter, and the hope..." his eyes drift closed, just for a moment. "The hope... that you are going to kick Wolfe's scrawny behind."
The two of you hug close for a moment as his breathing stops. You stand up slowly. It's time to act.
That doesn't count as an action, that was just because I promised to give his closing monologue.
Claymore gritted his teeth as he stepped forward and raised his fists aggressively. He never did like the heat, but there was no way Julius Claymore would let a little radiation get to him when there was a call to action. The three engineers looked ready for action, but all of them hesitated a little when they saw the look in the eyes of men before them.
"We're the Federation, traitors. And we're here to bring you in. So come in peace, or we'll take you to pieces!"
That's a 15 to resist radiation, all bonuses added, and a 20 on Communication to growl out a threat and put these guys on the back foot
Rolling for initiative: 9 -- wait do I have to add the bonus from Solar's earlier bonus thingy or does that expire now that I'm no longer in contact with the leader of our away team?
Sv'ral is momentarily disoriented as she materializes, in part because of the unexpected and uncontrolled nature of the warp deflection field, and in part because she hardly recognizes a bar when she sees it unless Ensign Buck Steele is slumped over drunk in one corner of it.
As she gets her bearings, she notices the men gathered around the hover piano. She thinks it fairly likely that they're some of Wolfe's mutineers. She thinks it very likely that they are additionally guilty of at least one additional charge under Starfleet regulations for their abuse of a musical instrument. And she thinks it's incredibly likely that she'll quickly find herself in over her antennae if she acts without a plan.
She notices Kalelothran and Featherwell wink into existence beside her. She locks eyes with the security officer and tilts her head meaningfully at the cluster of men. Any bright ideas?
Buck falls in beside Claymore, staggering slightly under the oppressive wave of heat. "YOU!" he roars, purpling with rage and overheating, thrusting a callused finger at the nearest mutineer. "This Deflection Control Room is a damned sty! BUCK STEELE DOES NOT ABIDE A DISORDERLY ENGINEERING ROOM! Git back to yer stations or I WILL GIT YOU BACK THERE MY SELF SAME SELF"
12 to resist radiation, and can I roll some kind of Comm+Str check to assist Claymore's intimidation?
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"Mutiny maybe?"
She's right, of course she is. Starfleet manual, section 131, Captain-Crew Interactions. Subhead 76, Armed Insurgency.
You look up at each other, a terrible realization setting in. This isn't a rescue mission. This is a war zone.
Featherwell and Claymore, you both leap into action, quickly grabbing phasers, and tossing them about. (You manage to arm yourselves, and collect three more phasers before you're warped away--I'll let you decide who gets them).
"WAIT! COMPUTER!" Buck Steele shouts so loud the walls almost shake. "Personnel information override. Emergency identification protocol. Make it so." You remember from the Pheremone Leak incident that Admin Lockdown systems have an automated system in place for identifying chief suspects, as singled out by the captain who put the lockdown in place.
The communicator crackles on for a moment, before the dull, musty voice of the ship's computer comes back to life. "Emergency identification protocol activated. Admin Lock initiated by Captain Galorus Straam, stardate 37414.1. Prime Suspect identified: Shepson Wolfe. Video recording available. View?"
Claymore moves forward. "Affirmative."
Static on the viewscreen. Galorus Straam appears--Sv'ral, you recognize the voice. She's badly injured, but visibly defiant. Is that a grin on her face? "So. Wolfe. If you're seeing this, you've cracked the bridge. Well, I wanted to let you know--before the Warp Deflection system sends you hurtling off into some random corner of the ship--that I've locked the entire bridge down. And I've set our coordinates to crash right into the blasted sun. So you win. The ship is yours. Enjoy it while you can, you son of a--" a shadowy figure kicks down her ready room door. The video ends.
Backing herself into a wall, barely suppressing tears, Sv'ral calls through to the Odysseus with this information. A moment of background radiation, then the soothing voice of the captain.
"... My god. Alright, excellent work, away team. Claymore, you pick 'em well. We're locking onto the bridge with the transporter, but Khareshi says we need a few minutes to re-power with the gravity distortions. In the meantime, see if you can find Wolfe and disarm him. And for god's sake, find any living passengers, get them the hell off the ship before it crashes into a sun! Keep me posted. Odysseus out."
All the while, Henri and Kalelothran have been dashing from person to person, desperately checking vitals, performing first aid, and trying to save these poor, damned officers. Suddenly, a cough. They did it. Even if just for a moment, they did it!
"You're... not from around here." A thick Indian accent laughs, before coughing up a few drops of blood. "Welcome... to the Anansi. I am First Officer Sameer Malik. What..." another bloody cough, "What can I do to make this stay more pleasant for you?" His eyebrows flash, and a disarming grin lifts the gravity of the situation.
Wait, she didn't mean Henri, she meant Buck Steele.
And she didn't mean when he loses an unsaveable patient, she meant when it's daytime.
But they also had to act fast. Claymore didn't know exactly what a Warp Deflection system was but by the sound of it they wouldn't be in this bridge for very long.
"Sv'Ral, advise the Odysseus that we may soon be transported by the Anansi to other locations within it's structure. Steele, get as much information from the bridge as you can in a hurry, and transmit it to all our tricorders." He didn't have to tell Featherwell to keep her guard up, she was already watching out with practiced ease, covering the rest of the team with a steady phaser.
He strode over to where Kale was talking to the wounded commander, and knelt beside him, smiling gently and placing a friendly hand on the man's shoulder. "Please Commander. Those codes could save anyone left on this ship."
"Odysseus, Sv'ral here. The ship's systems are still locked, but we may have found someone who can help us with that. We seem to have tripped a security device known as a warp deflection field. If we can't solve this computer lock down, we may be transported to... another...."
Sv'ral's jaw sags open noiselessly for a moment as her thoughts begin to jumble. "That's what they're doing, isn't it?" she says to herself. "They're transporting to another ship."
She spins to face Claymore and Kalelothran. "Kale," she stammers. "I'm no Vulcan, but maybe you can apply some logic and a bit of your famous unconventional thinking to this. Wolfe and his men are trapped on this ship. The bridge controls are locked down, Captain Straam's set the ship on a direct course into a red dwarf. They obviously found her, but they haven't gotten the code to end the lockdown out of her, if she's alive at all. Even if they did, they can't set foot on the bridge without tripping the... warp... deflection... thingy. Maybe someone else could fix it for them, but there's a good chance not; we've already proven that anyone else would trip the... warp... deflection... thingy too. They're almost certainly not going anywhere in this starship."
She catches her breath. "If you were in their shoes, and you weren't going anywhere in your current starship, wouldn't you try to capture another?"
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
the effects of Julius Claymore are very long lasting
:winky:
And I'm going to say three rolls, then one roll at +2, then one at +1. So you've got one more roll at +3.
"Codes? Of course. Hand me a Datapad, and I'll record it for you." Claymore reaches for the Datapad out of his bag, and Malik, hands shaking and arms wobbling, records a complex series of numbers. "All it shall take is entering this code into Captain Straam's ready room console, and the admin lock shall lift. It's located near the Holodeck. But be careful--before they stormed the bridge, the mutineers had claimed the Lounge as their headquarters. So be careful my friends."
His head heavy, he turns and listen to Sv'ral's theory. "Interesting thought, Andoran. My, such brains and... *ach'm*... beauty. If this is true, then even deactivating the admin lock while Wolfe is active is a gambit, no?"
EMERGENCY WARP DEFLECTION ACTIVATED. DIVERTING IN 10... 9... 8...
"Of course, the warp deflector. Listen, you're, gah, that hurts, you're all about to be transported to random segments of the ship. Be ready for anything. You, handsome fellow in the Azure shirt," he sets a hand on Henri's shoulder, "Grab hold of my arms, we'll be recognized as one object and beamed out together. You can continue to treat me when we rematerialize."
"well, no bloody pirates are going to hijack our ship on my watch." she huffed as she kept watch over the rest of the team. While they were safe, however temporarily, that didn't mean Wolfe or one of his gang wouldn't try something stupid...
Henri rushed over and began is work.
"Please Commander, lay still. I'm not going to lose you."
Henri attempted to work his magic on Malik, but even a cursory glance at the Commander's wounds revealed that he was not long for this world. He injected something for the pain, but there was little more he could do.
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
"Team! Rendezvous at the holode-"
There was no-more time. With the familiar flash of a teleportation beam, Claymore felt himself being de-materialized and then re-created somewhere else, but where he had no idea. In the split second before the world reformed, Claymore hoped that anyone who hadn't been listening in to the Commander had managed to understand his shouted command before it was cut short by the Warp Deflector, or they would start to have some real problems...
Edit -- nevermind I see that he already rolled and it wouldn't have made a difference anyway.
... I've come to like him a lot in the last two posts.
And yes, things are about to get very interesting.
Dex, is it okay if he dies in my arms after we materialize?
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
everyone will be all "man, he was so great. I wish he had lived"
what they don't know is that he was supposed to live the actor who played him had an affair with the directors wife or something and so he had his script changed at the last moment
I am thinking way too deeply into this but fuck it
...yet.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Commander," Henri said with a wink.
Just then he heard Claymore's shout and felt the tingling in his stomach he recognized as a transporter beam.
"Stay with me!" he shouted as the pair were transported to God knows where.
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
let's see how it goes
Actually all of the sudden I wish we could go back and re-roll a crew of exclusively minor characters from STNG. I could have been that engineer Ashley Judd played when she kissed Wil Wheaton, and I'd spend 50% of every episode in my quarters staring at my boobs in the mirror. Cayrus could play the Asian doctor that was always assisting Crusher.
Dongs would be Ensign Barclay.
young Solar had the biggest crush on Ashley Judd
Kalelothran, Sv'ral, and Featherwell
The bridge melts away, and suddenly you're in a bar. Or, it used to be a bar... the tables have been flipped and scattered across the room, serving as makeshift cover. Off-key Tellarite Jazz fills your ears. Shattered glass bottles and refuse covers the floor. Several bodies lay among the debris--though they seem less injured and more intoxicated. A twisted rod of metal has been jammed into the bar itself; from it hangs a tattered yellow starfleet tunic with a crude charcoal wolf drawn on the front, surrounded by the words "LUPI CLAMA PRO LIBERTAS".
On the far side of the room, there are three men in torn up Starfleet tunics surrounding a fourth as he plays the hover-piano. Their backs are turned to you. Between their laughter and the (terrible) music, they don't seem to notice you. You don't see any weapons, but then, they could always be hiding something.
And remember, other skills and tactics are always welcome in combat.
Claymore, Henri, and BUCK STEELE
Hot. It's hot. You can't quite tell WHERE you are yet, but it's hot. There are consoles all around. Some are still beeping, some have blown out from the heat. The metal is warped and damaged all around you, the air is wavy and thick. Buck, his eyes already squinting from sweat, looks around. "Deflector control." Suddenly he stumbles, light-headed. The cooling systems are clearly damaged.
Three Engineers, crude wolves drawn in charcoal over their Starfleet insignias, struggle to stay on their feet and man the controls, to get something--ANYTHING--to work. They scream when they see you, but it comes out as more of a defeated moan.
"WH--WHO ARE YOU!?" They stumble on their feet, attempting to take a fighting stance, though still wavering and coughing.
Also, don't forget--you guys get a +2 bonus to containing solar radiation for two rounds, then one round of a +1 bonus.
Henri
Malik was in bad shape before, and now you're here, in this heat--you know this is goodbye. A single tear rolls down your cheek. His other hand on your shoulder, Malik wipes it dry.
"Do not feel sad, my friend... do you know why?" His voice cracks, growing ever weaker.
"Non, mon capitaine."
"Because moments ago, I thought I would know nothing but death. But this was not to be. You have given me the sight of a beautfiul woman," his eyebrows rise, "a beautiful man, laughter, and the hope..." his eyes drift closed, just for a moment. "The hope... that you are going to kick Wolfe's scrawny behind."
The two of you hug close for a moment as his breathing stops. You stand up slowly. It's time to act.
"We're the Federation, traitors. And we're here to bring you in. So come in peace, or we'll take you to pieces!"
Sv'ral is momentarily disoriented as she materializes, in part because of the unexpected and uncontrolled nature of the warp deflection field, and in part because she hardly recognizes a bar when she sees it unless Ensign Buck Steele is slumped over drunk in one corner of it.
As she gets her bearings, she notices the men gathered around the hover piano. She thinks it fairly likely that they're some of Wolfe's mutineers. She thinks it very likely that they are additionally guilty of at least one additional charge under Starfleet regulations for their abuse of a musical instrument. And she thinks it's incredibly likely that she'll quickly find herself in over her antennae if she acts without a plan.
She notices Kalelothran and Featherwell wink into existence beside her. She locks eyes with the security officer and tilts her head meaningfully at the cluster of men. Any bright ideas?
Henri Emmanuel Gratien St Pierre in Where No Man Has Gone Before
Lord Augustus Cumberbatch in Eclipse Phase
Kalelothran catches Featherwell's eye as he slips a phaser into his hand. He raises a questioning eyebrow and motions at the weapon.