JDL | Adm Red, MCPO Caine, Kyym - "No Rules, Just Right"

Posted on Tue Mar 24th, 2015 @ 6:20am by Fleet Admiral Blyx Red & Commander Logan Grant, PhD. & Master Chief Petty Officer Rik Caine

1,187 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: A Spot To Kill

The news had broken and the buzzword of death leeched from the air like acid rain. Kyym couldn't have delighted more in watching and hearing the Federation officers spring to life like chickens robbed of their heads. The end was all the same, they'd eventually fall flat and succumb to their fate. The action they presented now was simply a reaction delegated by the shocked and severed nerve endings along the brain stem and spinal column and the Atlantean knew all she had to do was wait, and of course, watch. In less than twenty-four hours an heirless Queen would be dead and her regent would be crowned to follow the path of glory held esteemed by the Atlantean people. The public hadn't the faintest idea, they'd only been told that the young human woman was ill and her wedding postponed until she was able to stand on her own two feet without turning green. It had given them hope that their lovely monarch had indeed taken a husband and perhaps even already been seeded with child. Even Kyym had to agree it was a divine picture straight out of a fairytale, but it was not to be. Not everything had a happy ending and sometimes the bad guy has to be the bad guy in order to preserve and protect the dignity of a sovereign nation. At least that was her story and she was sticking to it.

"Law man." She called as she caught sight of the dark haired human walking along the corridors with the hornet-like little Admiral Red, "Have you any news of the Queen's return?" She asked, looking down her nose at him as she came to a rest and folded her exquisitely long fingers over the top of a walking staff. The cold was brutal to her aging joints, not that she'd ever admit as much, and she knew the appearance seemed quite foreboding and harsh, a perfect compliment to the strength she plucked and preyed upon. "Silly me," she smiled, "My manner must have slipped in these trying times," Kyym offered him a wilted hand, "I am Ambassador Kyym, regent to the throne. My guards have told me all about you and the new arrivals, you see, Caine, I am great note of everything that goes on under these eaves." The smile was harsh, leering, and she looked to the Admiral with a decided wink. "Everything."

Rik, upon his return from the frozen wasteland, had been asked by Amelia to locate the Admiral, she felt responsible for the brass and he'd offered to help by finding Admiral Red. He was unaware of the woman in a professional context, but that in itself wasn't unusual. He was an NCO and a gum-shoe and rarely dealt with the brass. Having caught up in the corridor with the Admiral he had explained who he was and why he was there.

When the Atlantean caught them in the corridor Rik's immediate reaction was to let his hand drop a little behind his back in case he needed to draw his phaser quickly. Like a gunslinger from the old west his eyes narrowed a little as he sized up his opponent. "Not a peep - I realize we're behind the eight ball on this one but ... Got no info for a bim like you." He wasn't sure her game, but figured it likely his penchant for hardboiled slang uncommon enough to throw the woman. He took her hand with caution, "pleasure is all yours, I'm sure".

"Petty Officer!" Blyx gasped, astonished at what she heard flying from the man's mouth. Master Chief or not, he was still a member of Starfleet and still under her ultimate domain seeing as she controlled and dictated where it was the Vindicator sailed and when. The raven woman's eyes narrowed and then widened in silent warning. "I believe what Mr. Caine here is attempting to say is that we haven't discovered anything yet, but we have a few decent leads and can assure you the Commodore will be located." She smiled, though grit her teeth tight.

"I'm sure." Kyym replied with an upturned brow and no small sense of confused irritation as she eyed the human male. He was plain compared to the throng of Adonis that walked the palace grounds as guards. "He's better suited to tending to his mistresses needs anyway." She practically yawned, "He obviously wasn't granted the gift of gab, so I can only hope he excels with it in other ways. She did go through such bother to bring him down here and she seemed so eager to unwrap that..." The Atlantean paused, "Gift, if you can call it that, basket. Keep me informed about your progress finding the Queen. You don't have a lot of time at all, dear."

Rik's hand twitched near the release catch for his concealed phaser. An interstellar incident in a hot bed of tension probably wouldn't be advisable, and shooting her wouldn't help find the Commodore or serve much use. He glanced over at the Admiral and then back to the Atlantean. Letting his hand drop to his side Rik cleared his throat, choosing to ignore the suppositions. He assumed she was throwing them out there to create disruptions in the Starfleet camp and elicit a response for whatever game she had decided to play with them all since arriving. Taking a step back he nodded slowly, "as the Admiral said, we are doing everything we can to locate the Commodore."

"You do that." Kyym replied sharply, eyeing the man up and down. "Try to enjoy the rest of your afternoon, Admiral. I'll be in the sacellum praying for Queen's swift return and for your souls should she not be. I fear deeply that she may have been hurt by that wretched creature you all selected as her right hand." The Atlanteans head shook slowly as if to convey worry and sorrow. Next she sighed as if in the throes of despair and took another step towards the hornet-like little human, reaching to stroke her chin. "Don't worry, dear. We all make mistakes."

"Pray hard, Ambassador." Blyx bowed her head ever so slightly, uncaring of the duplicate intonations rife within her simple three worded sentence. Her next look was to Caine with a measure of information there for the picking. "You and I are going to have a conversation after the Commodore returns." The words 'admiral's mast' didn't need to come out. They didn't need spoken. They didn't need light. They were simply there, underwritten as a promise as the Admiral carried herself away from the Atlantean and the investigator.

Rik inclined his head slightly at the Atlantean and turned on heal wondering how likely it was she would attempt to put a knife in his back. He headed away from the chance encounter with one thing in mind, doing his job.

- END. -

Admiral Blyx Red
Commanding Officer / Quadrant Commander
Cold Station Theta
Cheydinhall Sector

Master Chief Petty Officer Rik Caine
Security Investigator/Chief of the Boat
USS Vindicator, NCC-78213-E

Kyym
APB Spaceman
Atlantean Ambassador

 

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