Coalition Operations I: From the Ashes (RP. Apply in the Sign-Up thread.)

[Alessia Starfurr]

'Who is that?'  Krystal telepathcally asked Trask.

Serena  monitored the communcation line for anything they could use or suspicious activity.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray opened his mouth to speak to Lacar, when the visual communique appeared in his vision. He froze a moment, before patching himself into the local comm systems, speaking directly to Trask, as he walked towards the nearest airlock. "I will never understand your hesitation, Trask. But it matters not, I am going for a walk."

[Lacar Lacrest]

I nod as I take back the disc "no one touches my ship, and I mean no one" I activated the ships locks before heading to the bridge with the Klingon guards.

[AJ Fawxe]

The doctor looked up to the screen with some amount of scepticism as to the Admiral's words. The Romulan was definitely an unusual individual, but then again, there wasn't a whole lot in the way of normal from what the mustelid could tell. "Well, go do your political crap and make sure they don't change their minds about killing us." The doctor purposefully, but slowly, strode towards the doors leading out of the bridge but stayed. Watching and waiting for how events would unfold.

[Romulan_Furry]

"This is Admiral Trask Makron - to whom am I speaking?" Trask spoke to the crimson-eyed Romulan.

The Romulan smiled. "This is Darth Torrentus," she responded. Trask frowned.

"You are not as we thought you were," Trask said.

"Was I supposed to look like this?" Torrentus asked, transmitting an image from the observatory - the same image Trask and co had of who they thought was Torrentus.

Trask's frown deepened. "So you set that trap..."

"No, I managed to keep from tripping the electronic tripwire that was placed in the security system for that trap," Torrentus answered.

Trask mulled over this, then spoke, "Alright, for the sake of the conversation, let's say I believe you're telling the truth - if you're Darth Torrentus, who the hell is that?" Trask indicated the Cyborg Romulan they got the image of.

"I wish I knew," Torrentus responded. "Facial recognition paints that as me or Arai, but Arai is sectors away, and I'm right here. But I know where you might find some answers."

"And that is?" Trask queried.

"A corporate database not far from here, belonging to Tondam Corporation," Torrentus responded. "I hope you and your pals aren't afraid to do a little corporate espionage?"

Trask turned to his comrades. "Thoughts?" he asked them.

[Rayleonarde]

After finding a maintenance airlock, Ray spoke again. "I do not believe this one, Trask. This is too convenient, and dropping into occupied space weapons loaded is not a sign of good faith. We are being set up. Permission to collect further data?" The raccoon's metallic paw hovered over the 'open' command, awaiting Trask's answer.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Granted," Trask responded. "I'm sure the good Darth Torrentus won't have any issues proving her sincerety."

[Alessia Starfurr]

"I'm not picking up any lies ,but it's hard to tell through a viewscreen." Krystal noted.

'I got nothing if anything I might be able to disable her use of the force, if that helps any." Nari spoke up.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled, as two clear plexi-glass like panels moved and covered the few organic parts he had. "Excellent." He cycled the airlock, and shot himself outside. The raccoon floated irratically for a few moments, before righting himself and making a bee-line for Torrentus' ship. He had it in his head that the point-defense turrets wouldn't target such a small target, and that he'd be able to carve his way into the hull.

[Rylou]

*Rylou saw the cyborg shoot out of the airlock towards the craft and opened his communications*
"Wait! Ray, if you start blowtorching your way in they'll fire on us and you'll be trapped in there without backup. Place a tracer and maybe an emp if you have them but don't alert them to anything."

[AJ Fawxe]

The doctor listened to the Sith as she revealed what might be crucial information or a horrendous trap, but one thing bothered him. "Why give us this information? Why come all this way and risk open combat to give us this information? I know your type, and you never give out of the kindness of your heart." The display on his facemask was one of concern and disbelief.


Stepping over towards a screen he looked over and saw the engineer soaring out through space towards the other ship. His facemask display flickered rapidly before settling back on a nonchalant expression. Tapping a few keys to get into the comm line he shot out one quick statement, "If you get us fired on I will make sure you die alone in the cold vacuum of space."

[Rayleonarde]

As the message reached him, Ray's brow furrowed. "The faithful have nothing to fear. That glorious machine will not harm those that have seen the machine gods. And doctor, threats will attain nought but wicked returns. You'll do well to remember that." Ray crossed into the command deck's view, floating freely in the vacuum.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Let him come, see how far it gets him," Torrentus said nonchalantly. "And I am not typical of Sith - the only reason I carry a Sith Name is because I do not subscribe to the Jedi dogma, and I needed a name that differentiated myself from my lesser clone, Arai. That being said, I give you this information so you can make informed decisions; the last thing I need is the ISC invading my territory because I was framed and they believed I was somehow involved in this."

"Wait - you're saying someone is trying to frame you and Lord-Admiral Tokarev at the same time?" Trask asked.

"More like someone wanted Tokarev and I at each other's throats; I have no quarrel with the good Lord-Admiral. The Lord-Admiral has no quarrel with me, at last report; someone has quarrel with us both. And I'd very much like to know who," Torrentus responded.

"How does the ISC fit in?" Trask asked.

"That's gonna take some digging," Torrentus sighed. "I know the ISC and the Coalition have a limited history - they're not friends, but they weren't enemies, either."

[Alessia Starfurr]

"It seems to me like us working together would be benifical then." Krystal pointed out. "We could clear both the Admiral's name and yours."

[AJ Fawxe]

The doctor closed the comm line and stood, his display turning to a look of contempt as he turned away. "Still enough organic pieces to.." The doctor made a gesture as if coating his throat and the display returned to an impassive expression.


Turning back to the screen there was a flicker through his expression, like a brow quirking up then resting back into place. "I wasn't wrong, though. There is an ulterior motive, you just have the good fortune of having needs that align with our own." The mustelid have the Admiral a sidelong glance, an inquiring look on his face, as if wondering what he would do next.