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Title: You Can't Be Sirius, Unstoffe Log, Stardate 200207.22
Location: Somewhere on Sirius South
Setting: A dungeon-like room, complete with dank walls and manacles.
Assuming he left it in one piece, Sirius South would not make
his top ten
list of favorite planets. Considering he had only been to nine since
graduating the Academy and joining the Eagle, that was saying something.
Unfortunately, his current set of circumstances gave Unstoffe more time than
he would have liked to consider such things. With his arms manacled
walls, he couldn't even scratch his nose.
Somehow the entire Away Team had been captured despite
preparations. Following up on a lead they discovered while riding the
mass transit, the Away Team intended to monitor an arms shipment to the
Galadonese faction. Unlike the Tureth supporters who staged their shipment
in the middle of a busy port, the Galadons were sequestered far out in the
countryside and using a remote landing zone typically employed to ship
agricultural products. In keeping with the bucolic theme, Unstoffe
chosen a nearby barn from which to observe the transaction. The Away
had beamed down in the shadow of the barn and transited unobserved, or so
they thought, to their observation point.
Realizing that those involved in the transaction would
likely set up a
security perimeter, Unstoffe carefully scanned the area to ensure the barn
was empty and their evacuation route secure. He did not like taking
chances. Everything had checked out. From their vantage point
Team observed two aliens meeting on the landing pad, about 50 meters from
their position. The conversation appeared strained at first and Unstoffe
was having difficulty picking up any of the conversation on his tricorder
this range. One of the pair was a obviously a Galadon, but the other
obscured by the shadows and hard to make out. Finally, he got a clear
It was an Orion!
The two beings apparently resolved their disagreement
for the Orion
motioned and several assistants emerged from his ship carrying crates. The
deal seemed to be moving forward smoothly and the Away Team would soon have
more of the evidence it needed to try and quell the hostilities concerning
this planet. Unstoffe was just starting to let himself relax and let
shipment be completed before the Away Team took its next move when he
noticed movement in the shadows. He adjusted his tricorder to determine
anything had changed from his earlier scans. He breathed a sigh of
when the scan came up empty. "Only the wind, I guess. I must
jumpy," he thought.
At that moment, armed aliens popped up out of every conceivable
spot. The were all well armed and had the area surrounded. Moving
they seized the Orion and his compatriots as well as those from the
Galadonese faction. Unstoffe was alarmed by the speed of the attackers
taken aback by the change of events. For a brief moment he hoped that
Away Team, still concealed in the barn might escape notice. Then he
one of the new arrivals bark, "Everybody freeze where you are and drop your
weapons! My men will shoot anyone who doesn't comply!"
As if to emphasize the attackers knew where the Away Team
was, one stuck
his weapon into the haystack hiding the XO. "You too in the hay," he
ordered. Soon they were herded into the center of the landing pad along
with the Orions and their customers. The new group did not seem to
differentiation amongst its captives. Once everyone was rounded up,
shuttles appeared from a behind a hill and hugged the ground as they
approached the landing zone. Unstoffe was impressed at how well the
handled the lumbering craft.
With everyone now clearly at his mercy, the leader of
the group took a
more civil tone with his captives. "You will all kindly get aboard the
shuttles," he directed. If any of the captives thought he was giving
any options, those hopes were immediately dashed by his men who motioned
deliberately with their weapons. Once on board, they are followed by
several guards and the hatch sealed behind them. They were trapped.
The CO turned to Unstoffe and inquired, "Where did they
"I don't know, sir. They didn't show up on my scans. .
stammered in reply. He was embarrassed and professionally stung.
couldn't understand how so large a group escaped his scans. The Orions
Galadons had shown up alright, but no one else. He was sure.
The Captain didn't give him any time for self-recrimination.
"We need to
get out of here before we reach the base. We may never come out of there
once we go in," he whispered.
As if to punctuate the seriousness of their dilemma, the
violently as it returned to the sky. The Away Team started to discuss
options disguising their talk with comments about the smell of the shuttle.
It obviously had been used for its principle job of hauling cattle not so
long ago. No one had any great ideas.
Again the Captain jumped in, cutting off the discussion,
"We need to do
try anything now. Once we are in. It will be probably too late. If this is
the militant indigenous faction, they'll kill us after we are interrogated.
It's imperative that . . ." he declared and they all started to rush the
Before they had even left their seats a loud hissing sound
the shuttle filled with gas. Within seconds they were all unconscious.
That was all Unstoffe could recall. His thoughts quickly returned to
present as their captors seemed to be taking an interest in them once more.
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