[San Francisco - Earth]
The silver glimmer in the sky slowly grew into the form of a medium-sized cargo shuttle that slowly descended into the atmosphere. The rear hatch opened, and an armed man in a green collared Starfleet uniform stood at the back keeping watch. Two pairs of men emerged from the wreckage around the landing site and approached a the antigravity
generators whirred down.
"Come on!" The green collared, middle-eastern looking human shouted. "Starfleet shuttles are in-bound! We have forty-five seconds!"
The four men picked up their paces as the hopped into the back gate. The security lieutenant looked around, scanning the horizon as they passed. "Where's Willard and Timagawe?"
One of the officers, an Andorian male, turned around. "No idea, Hussein. Should we go looking for them?"
"There's no time." Hussein replied. "We have to move. Let's just hope they have the sense to kill themselves if they're captured. At least before the nerve gas gets to them."
The Andorian smirked, "Yeah. That wouldn't be pretty."
Hussein turned around suddenly in response to movement amongst the wreckage. He pulled up his rifle and scanned the horizon. "Willard?" He called out. "Tim? That you!?"
A piece of rubble skittered across the ground towards Hussain. The rock looked to be covered in paper. Suspiciously he looked around before crouching down to unwrap the piece of paper around the piece of rubble. The paper was covered in dirt and the writing on it looked smudged and was written in thick strokes of some red liquid, possibly
human blood. It only said two words...'Look Up'.
Hussain looked up towards the sky and saw the dark figure of Major Scott Walters dropping from the roof of the station holding a pointy piece of metallic wreckage. The makeshift spear pierced through Hussain's body like a hot kebab skewer and Walter's landed heavily on what remained of Hussain's rib cage. "Bet you didn't didn't realise I
was a heavy gravity worlder Captain, care to finish off this blue bastard or shall I?"
"Have at it, Major." Rojac said as he hopped up onto the tailgate with his phaser rifle trained on the Andorian.
Walters whipped his makeshift spear around and solidly clouted the Andorian terrorist on the side of his head. There was enough force in the blow to render the Andorian unconscious. "I know by stereotype Andorians are typically cranky at the best of times but I doubt he's going to be pleasant upon waking up with that headache."
Rojac walked past with a smirk and hit the button to open the hatch to the personnel section of the cargo shuttle. He shot the first body he saw, a large bolian yellow-collared lieutenant. He crumpled to the ground as Rojac trained in on the next target that was taking off his jacket. Rojac did a mental check as he advanced forward, there should be two targets left, and one had to be in the pilot's seat as the shuttle was taking off.
He turned around to signal to Walters to take the door on the left as he went to the cockpit.
As soon as the gag was undone the woman shouted "What the hell did you do to my boyfriend you moron. It was obvious he was a hostage you f....ng dipsh.." The last part was muffled as Walters fumbled the gag back into place.
"Security reasons only dear!" He said smiling insincerely.
[Cockpit]
The red-collared pilot was steadily climbing through the atmosphere with navigational sensors trained on a pair of coordinates within the polar blind spot of Earth's moon. That much Rojac could see as he walked up behind the bald human in the chair. He crept up slowly and pressed the mouth of the phaser into the back of the man's head. Even though it was set on heavy stun, a blast at this range would fry the man's nervous system.
"Where we headed?" Rojac asked casually. He noticed the man's jaw tighten and his fingers pause above the console as he looked through the corner's of his eyes. The Captain knew what he was thinking.
"That's quite a gamble." Rojac said. "You must be quite confident to think you can stand up, turn around and disarm me before I can squeeze a trigger."
The right fist clinched, and the man tried just that. But Rojac didn't pull the trigger. Instead he grabbed the flailing arm at the wrist in a hapkido grip as it arced toward his head and pulled down, tripping the man over the chair. Baldy landed face first on the carpeted deck plating, and was finished off by a blow from the butt of Rojac's phaser rifle.
A brain-dead terrorist would be no good in questioning.
Rojac saddle up to the controls as the shuttle broke into the stratosphere and the sky grew increasingly dark. He hit the internal comm. "Major, I've got one more body up her for you to harness. Looks like we're heading to the moon."
[End Log]
Captain Cropa Rojac
Commanding Officer
&
Erassian Major Scott Walters
Executive Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C