#72 Complications

Posted on Tue Apr 4th, 2023 @ 11:45pm by Lieutenant Onak Qa'tok
Edited on on Tue Apr 4th, 2023 @ 11:52pm

Mission: Vanished
Location: Orion ship/Unknown Object
Timeline: Current

~On~

Barrad-Nur was on the bridge, sitting in his chair and ruminating on his failure so far to turn the federation pilot. His experience had not prepared him for this. The woman didn't show even a glimmer of doubt about herself and her motivations when presented with his manufactured version of events.

He scratched his chin as an aide stepped up, showing him a data padd, to which he nodded in the affirmative, sending the aide off to complete whatever task they were on about.

Before he had time to sink back into his reverie his comm beeped. He hit the button. "Yes?"

~"Sir, the Federaition pilot...she's escaped her quarters sir."~

Barrad-Nur grew furious. He threw his cup across the bridge, striking the bulkhead above his tactical officer's station.

"Lock down the ship! Send security teams to the shuttle bays and seal off engineering! Search every inch of this ship until you have her or I vow I will bath in the blood of any that fail me!" He ranted.

~"Yes sir! We will find her!" ~

"You had better!" He sank back into his chair. After a moment, he rose and headed for the lift doors. Just as he reached them his comm officer alerted him.

"Sir, we're received a message from Brisco. He's back."

Barrad-Nur's composure, already fragile, broke. "Dammit!" He slammed his fist into the lift door, leaving a sizeable dent. "Oh this day just keeps getting better and better!"

The lift doors opened, the side he had punched squeaking slightly now.

"Get that fixed!" he growled as he entered and stood at the back wall, scowling menacingly as the doors closed.

~Off~