BACKLOG | Capt Neyes, Cmdr Neyes - "Drawing Dust from Blood" Pt III

Posted on Fri Apr 17th, 2015 @ 9:46am by Captain Landon Neyes & Commander Tristan Neyes PhD.

898 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill
Location: Trill Sector

=/\= In Deep Space, 2 days after Vindicator entered the Wormhole =/\=

Tristan tucked Zed into a corner as Landon tapped on the controls to open the blast doors. Landon had torn away from them when the computer identified other lifesigns on the station aside from the three of them. Tristan on the other hand, was still trying to digest all the new surroundings and information being laid before him. He still couldn't place the station, and there were only more questions as Landon started to act oddly aggressive.

When Zed was around, Landon was more at ease, he laughed and let himself have fun. It was like when Rochelle was around, and the two of them together seemed to bring him more joy and relief from the terrors of his life than Tristan knew how to reproduce. There was no substitution for the baby nephew, and Tristan knew it. For precisely that reason, Tristan felt a concern slowly building about his brother and his behavior. Landon was cautious when it came to Zed, yet here in an unknown situation he was about to dive head first into danger.

"Landon, stop. Think about this. Who are they? Why would they be here?" Tristan said calmly, summoning his best counselor voice. It was a gamble to take with Landon. The Captain hadn't taken well to counselors well in the past, his files indicated, so there was no reason to think it would help. He didn't know what else to try, though.

Landon's face was the image of bubbling fury and excitement. He was determined to open that door, and the few paltry algorithms they'd put in place to defend the computer against him were pathetic. "We'll find out, won't we?" Landon said coldly, his eyes alive with drive and rage.

"Landon..." Tristan whispered. "We should just go."

"Nope." Landon said plainly, pushing away from the console as layered circular blast doors started to roll away. Heavy footfalls indicated his intent to storm the room, regardless of who or what might be inside. He hit a few choice spots on the armor at his waist and chest, and the seams came to life with light. A blue charged pulsed through the metallic sheen of the plates around Landon's body, before a thin blue outline of projected fields cut at edges around him. Tristan bit at his lower lip, realizing Landon had armed himself with heavy combat personal armor, something only Starfleet ground troops used regularly.

Tristan quickly stole a look back at Zed, who had managed to make himself scarce, and was reassured that at least the boy knew how to take care of himself in a pinch.

The doors weren't quite completely open when Landon stepped through the threshold and into the main chamber of the cargo bay the lifesigns had originated from. Inside containers of various sizes and shapes, all Trill in origin, were stacked and labeled in neat, tidy fashion. A thin layer of dust coated most of it, which was odd. The air filters wouldn't have allowed leftover particles in the air to last long enough to settle once everyone had left the station.

Imposing as he was, Landon stood alone at the entrance of the room. The lights were already on, and a glass of water sat on a nearby table. A thin smile crossed his lips as he took another quiet step into the room, his hands resting behind his back.

"Let's not do the whole cat and mouse routine, Barihn." Landon said, an almost cloyingly playful tone resonating against the threat of his armor and weapons.

At first no one said anything in response, but after a few moments the sounds of footsteps coming out from behind containers made it obvious there were others in the room after all. At first it was a few human-looking men and women, for total. Once they were all present and standing before Landon, then a smaller, much more haggard form showed itself. Around what was probably one of the smaller containers in the room, a ornately robed Ferengi woman stepped into the light. In one hand she held an opulent golden staff inlaid with a ridiculous array of gems and sleek etch-work.

Her voice was raspy, and viscous, "Well well. Speaking of disgusting, foul, loathsome creatures. Looks like someone brought me a worm..."

Landon arched an eyebrow, his smile fading. He glanced from one of Barihn's thugs to the next.

"You're supposed to be on Cesparia, working fueling depots for pleasure cruises, witch. What could have possible gotten into your head you'd be at home on one of my stations." Landon sneered, taking another step forward.

The Ferengi woman, despite herself, conceded the step and maintained the distance between them. "Come now, boy. You abandoned this all years ago. What did you think was going to happen." Her wrinkled, caved-in features wiggled in satisfaction at seeing his face twist in simmering rage. She looked to one of her guards, a silent signal, and then looked back at Landon.
"If you leave now I may be inclined to let you go without a toll, dear. See that you do."

With a heavy, disappointed sigh, Landon took three steps and by the fourth had drawn both weapons.

The four humans did the same.

=/\= END LOG =/\=

Landon Neyes
Former Commanding Officer
USS Vindicator-E

Commander Tristan Neyes
Chief Counselor
USS Vindicator-E

 

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