Post by Alenis Meru on Dec 23, 2014 1:09:59 GMT
Family Matters
MD5, late evening
Gamia III
Wandering the streets of Gamia III, Alenis tried her best to fit in. Having been away from Bajor for the last thirty years or so, and with the Gamians separated from Bajor by a few centuries, it was a bit of a tall order for her. Her plan was to scout out the locals and see what she could find out about public opinion on Gamia III. There was an old Bajoran proverb about the wisdom of the man on the street compared to political leaders, and try as she might, she couldn't remember the exact working, but figured it probably sounded wise and somewhat flowery.
But as Alenis strolled down the main strip towards some less well-to-do areas, a mysterious figure peeked out of a dark alley. She was wearing a dark cloak with a hood, and keeping to the shadows, was able to move undetected through the street, concealing her face. When she saw a dark-haired Bajoran walk by looking somewhat out of place, the mystery woman could not believe her luck. Her target, one she thought would be nigh impossible to even get close to given the security around the negotiations, had just appeared right in front of her. And she was alone, which was good.
The hooded woman followed her target, waiting for the right moment to confront her. She was nervous; she didn’t know how her target was going to react, and thought it better if she could do it off the street in some place private. When the target ducked into a hookah bar, she knew she had her chance.
“Ma’am!” called out a stern-looking Gamian guardsman, with a Cardassian in tow. The tall Cardassian was dressed in a military uniform, but was focused more on his tricorder than on his weapon. He was obviously looking for something. Or someone. As the mystery woman took a glance over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of her face
“That’s her!” exclaimed the Cardassian as him and his Gamian partner gave chase. “Stop!”
The mysterious hooded figure turned to run, but it was too late. The Gamian grabbed her by the arm with one hand and tugged at her hood with the other, revealing her face. She was a slender Cardassian woman, about 40 years of age. Her dark eyes were emotionless; she had long since learned to conceal her fear and anger. "Gotcha!" exclaimed her captor.
Her face revealed to the world, with her free hand she made a fist, her hand clenched so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palm, breaking the skin. With the force of a panicked, desperate woman, she pivoted and socked the guard right in the face. As he went down, he released his grip on her wrist. She bolted towards the hookah bar, dodging a disruptor blast from the Cardassian’s pistol as she slipped through the door. She knew she had only seconds, and quickly scanned the room for her target, finding her seated across the bar.
“Meru!” she called out as she approached quickly. “You’re the only person who can help me!”
Alenis was taken aback by the Cardassian woman suddenly approaching her. She didn’t expect to run into Cardassians tonight, least of all one begging for help. Caught off guard, “who are you?” was all she could muster in the heat of the moment.
“I’m your sister. Please--” she begged, grabbing Alenis by the wrist.
“Inaji Narale,” said the Cardassian guard, approaching from behind and placing a handcuff around the woman’s wrist. From behind, he forcefully pulled her off of Meru and cuffed her other hand behind her back. “You are under arrest for the murder of Gul Narale.”
By this time, the Gamian police officer had stumbled into the bar, bleeding from the nose. “I’ll take it from here, Tirak,” he said as he walked over. “You will be held in the custody of the Gamian Police Force, until such time as we can extradite you to Cardassia to face your crimes.”
“No! You can’t do this to me!” exclaimed Inaji as she was dragged off. "Let me go, you fascist scum!"
With his target apprehended, Tirak, the Cardassian officer, turned to Alenis. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“I think so,” replied Alenis, hoping that this officer didn’t catch the details of her short conversation. Or didn’t recognize her as the captain of the Portland. “She just came up to me for no reason,” she added, playing the part of a confused Gamian.
“Well, you’re very lucky we caught her,” replied Tirak. “She’s a dangerous fugitive; we could have had a hostage situation on our hands. Or worse.”
“Yes… thank you,” replied Alenis, the whole encounter leaving her with more questions than answers. Questions which she would have to investigate.
MD5, late evening
Gamia III
Wandering the streets of Gamia III, Alenis tried her best to fit in. Having been away from Bajor for the last thirty years or so, and with the Gamians separated from Bajor by a few centuries, it was a bit of a tall order for her. Her plan was to scout out the locals and see what she could find out about public opinion on Gamia III. There was an old Bajoran proverb about the wisdom of the man on the street compared to political leaders, and try as she might, she couldn't remember the exact working, but figured it probably sounded wise and somewhat flowery.
But as Alenis strolled down the main strip towards some less well-to-do areas, a mysterious figure peeked out of a dark alley. She was wearing a dark cloak with a hood, and keeping to the shadows, was able to move undetected through the street, concealing her face. When she saw a dark-haired Bajoran walk by looking somewhat out of place, the mystery woman could not believe her luck. Her target, one she thought would be nigh impossible to even get close to given the security around the negotiations, had just appeared right in front of her. And she was alone, which was good.
The hooded woman followed her target, waiting for the right moment to confront her. She was nervous; she didn’t know how her target was going to react, and thought it better if she could do it off the street in some place private. When the target ducked into a hookah bar, she knew she had her chance.
“Ma’am!” called out a stern-looking Gamian guardsman, with a Cardassian in tow. The tall Cardassian was dressed in a military uniform, but was focused more on his tricorder than on his weapon. He was obviously looking for something. Or someone. As the mystery woman took a glance over her shoulder, he caught a glimpse of her face
“That’s her!” exclaimed the Cardassian as him and his Gamian partner gave chase. “Stop!”
The mysterious hooded figure turned to run, but it was too late. The Gamian grabbed her by the arm with one hand and tugged at her hood with the other, revealing her face. She was a slender Cardassian woman, about 40 years of age. Her dark eyes were emotionless; she had long since learned to conceal her fear and anger. "Gotcha!" exclaimed her captor.
Her face revealed to the world, with her free hand she made a fist, her hand clenched so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palm, breaking the skin. With the force of a panicked, desperate woman, she pivoted and socked the guard right in the face. As he went down, he released his grip on her wrist. She bolted towards the hookah bar, dodging a disruptor blast from the Cardassian’s pistol as she slipped through the door. She knew she had only seconds, and quickly scanned the room for her target, finding her seated across the bar.
“Meru!” she called out as she approached quickly. “You’re the only person who can help me!”
Alenis was taken aback by the Cardassian woman suddenly approaching her. She didn’t expect to run into Cardassians tonight, least of all one begging for help. Caught off guard, “who are you?” was all she could muster in the heat of the moment.
“I’m your sister. Please--” she begged, grabbing Alenis by the wrist.
“Inaji Narale,” said the Cardassian guard, approaching from behind and placing a handcuff around the woman’s wrist. From behind, he forcefully pulled her off of Meru and cuffed her other hand behind her back. “You are under arrest for the murder of Gul Narale.”
By this time, the Gamian police officer had stumbled into the bar, bleeding from the nose. “I’ll take it from here, Tirak,” he said as he walked over. “You will be held in the custody of the Gamian Police Force, until such time as we can extradite you to Cardassia to face your crimes.”
“No! You can’t do this to me!” exclaimed Inaji as she was dragged off. "Let me go, you fascist scum!"
With his target apprehended, Tirak, the Cardassian officer, turned to Alenis. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“I think so,” replied Alenis, hoping that this officer didn’t catch the details of her short conversation. Or didn’t recognize her as the captain of the Portland. “She just came up to me for no reason,” she added, playing the part of a confused Gamian.
“Well, you’re very lucky we caught her,” replied Tirak. “She’s a dangerous fugitive; we could have had a hostage situation on our hands. Or worse.”
“Yes… thank you,” replied Alenis, the whole encounter leaving her with more questions than answers. Questions which she would have to investigate.