=Trent Rodgers' Quarters/Apartment=
=Starbase UNITY=
After another late evening at the office, Trent had returned to his quarters and whent straight to bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. As he slept, he felt a slight, familiar tingle. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was no longer in bed, or his quarters for that matter.
"What the hell," Trent quickly stood, going on the defensive.
"Relax," Trent heard someone say from off to his right. He turned, ready to attack his abductor.
It was then, Trent understood where he was at.
"Damn it, Sam. What in the hell are you doing?"
Tung Cho, formally known as Sam Wang, just smiled at his childhood friend. The pirate/crime boss was alone in the room on board the Reaver with the task force XO.
"Relax, Trent. You're to jumpy. Perhaps you need to cut back on the caffeine.
Trent did relax a little, but he was always on guard when around Cho.
"This has nothing to do with caffeine. Why in the hell am I here? How did I get here for that matter?"
Cho motioned for Trent to follow, which the XO did as they left the room and stepped out into the corridor.
"I'll address the how part first. You see, I recently came across this handy little device that can overcome any security protocols. So, beaming you off the base was a simple matter."
"Sam!"
"Don't worry, I'll transfer over the specs of the device to the starbase as a sign of good faith. Your people should have no trouble figuring it out."
"And this ship. I take it we're cloaked?" Trent asked.
"Of course. But that's not why I beamed you here."
"You beamed me here to show off."
"No, I don't need to show off," Cho said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Did you get the package?" Trent asked.
"Yes, I did. One of my other ships will bring it here in a day or so. By the way, you owe me big for this. But that's not the reason you're here."
They stepped foot on the small bridge of the Reaver.
"When we were in the Romulus system picking up the package, we came across some interesting information. It seems that the praetor has put out a hit on you."
"I'm aware of that," Trent said. "He does blame me for killing his brother, which I suppose I did."
"Were you aware of how much? One hundred thousand bricks of latinum."
Trent's eyes widened by that realization.
"And there are already at least a dozen bounty hunters heading this way," Cho continued. "And these are no rookies. They're dangerous individuals. The kind that I would hire if I were in the same situation. And you know me, I'm not much on hiring outsiders."
"Do you have any names?"
"I do, but it will not do you any good. If they want to get to you, they will."
Trent took a deep breath, "Then I suppose I'd better be on alert at all times."
Sam/Cho nodded.
"I'll do you another favor that you will owe me big for," Cho said. "I'll intercept as many of these bounty hunters as I can. But I will not be able to stop them all."
"Thanks," Trent said. "One hundred thousand bricks of latinum. That's a lot of money. I'm surprised you haven't tried to collect yourself."
Sam/Cho smiled, "I did consider it. But, if I really want that much latinum, I have other ways of getting it."
Trent looked around at Cho's bridge crew, wondering if any of them would try to collect.
As if reading Trent's mind, "Don't worry. My crew fear my retaliation if they were to kill you."
Trent nodded as they walked into Cho's small office/ready room.
"T, have you ever wondered why I have been able to come and go through Federation space as I please even though I'm considered one of Federation security's most wanted."
"The thought has crossed my mind," Trent admitted.
"Well, someday I'll tell you. Someday, you may need to know. For now, it's probably best that you don't know."
Trent was a bit puzzled, but didn't bother to question Cho. They talked for a few more minutes before Trent was beamed back to the starbase.
Captain Trent Rodgers (npc by Rick)
XO, 1st TF, SSF Command
XO, SB 234: UNITY
and
Tung Cho (npc by Rick)
Crime Boss/Pirate
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