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Evil Wilde: I thought you'd died... when the station exploded...<br> | Evil Wilde: I thought you'd died... when the station exploded...<br> | ||
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Alt. Thelev: No, not quite. You destroyed the space station while we were still fighting the Gorn and you thought the crew would be alright with that. Ah, but you didn't expect us to survive, did you? Apart from your chosen few, of course. Dozens of Starfleet officers cut down by Gorn as you fled, | Alt. Thelev: No, not quite. You destroyed the space station while we were still fighting the Gorn and you thought the crew would be alright with that. Ah, but you didn't expect us to survive, did you? Apart from your chosen few, of course. Dozens of Starfleet officers cut down by Gorn as you fled, condemning them all to death, all for the 'bigger picture'.<br> | ||
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Alt. Wilde: You... don't understand...<br> | Alt. Wilde: You... don't understand...<br> | ||
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Alt. Thelev: ::Raising his voice:: Stop where you are. Believe me when I tell you I don't want to shoot.<br> | Alt. Thelev: ::Raising his voice:: Stop where you are. Believe me when I tell you I don't want to shoot.<br> | ||
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((Cockpit, SS Idril Mar))<br> | ((Cockpit, ''SS Idril Mar''))<br> | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>Tossing his phaser into the seat next to him, the human from another universe keyed in the launch sequence with one hand and with the other tapped the key that closed and locked the rear hatch. He longed to revel in the joy of his final victory, but there would be time for that later, once he vanished into thin air. Once the craft was off the ground, he gunned it, accellerating from 0 to full impulse in 3 seconds flat. The sonic boom as he passed through the bay doors sent that last few pieces of the mostly vaporized door crumbling to the floor below. As he raced toward the edge of the atmosphere at near-relativistic speeds, he pulled up the engineering readouts.::<br> | <nowiki>::</nowiki>Tossing his phaser into the seat next to him, the human from another universe keyed in the launch sequence with one hand and with the other tapped the key that closed and locked the rear hatch. He longed to revel in the joy of his final victory, but there would be time for that later, once he vanished into thin air. Once the craft was off the ground, he gunned it, accellerating from 0 to full impulse in 3 seconds flat. The sonic boom as he passed through the bay doors sent that last few pieces of the mostly vaporized door crumbling to the floor below. As he raced toward the edge of the atmosphere at near-relativistic speeds, he pulled up the engineering readouts.::<br> | ||
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Alt. Kolk: Good.<br> | Alt. Kolk: Good.<br> | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>His getaway felt too easy. The Kursk had followed for a while, but, having bitten his dust, it was gone now. Stopping to collect his thoughts and decide on a course, he ran a sensor sweep of the system on a whim, focusing on the ship most likely to come after him: the USS Ronin. She was moving away from Mars, but not towards him. Minimal life signs, several humans, an Andorian, a Gorn, and a--Wait! WHAT!! A Gorn! He didn't care what the story on the Gorn was. It could've been a refugee who'd joined Starfleet. A scientist on a tour, a "diplomat" stealing a Federation starship. He didn't care. It would be a dead Gorn in a few minutes. He kicked the shuttle into a quick swirling turnaround, and headed at Warp 1.0 towards the Akira-class ship, slowing to 3/4 impulse just before he setting the proximity alert on board. He considered just beaming the lizard into open space, but that felt too kind. Instead, he prepared the transporter for something a bit more... artistic. Then, he typed in a quick message that he'd make sure showed up on every powered console on the ship once he'd sent it. As he came within range, he managed to dive beneath the ship's shields just before whoever was flying the thing raised them. Matching her speed and practically scraping the hull (but not) so they couldn't fire on him, Jack lowered his shields and initiated a five-part transport. Part I: beam the beast's tail in front of the deflector dish of the Ronin. Part II: beam the beast's arms directly in front of the port nacelle. Part III: beam his legs in front of the starboard. Part IV: Beam the torso in front of the Flight Operations Pod. And Part V: beam his head... into Lt. Kolk's quarters, facing the door. All 5 parts of the transport were accomplished simultaneously. Once the deed was done, Jack smiled at his handiwork.::<br> | <nowiki>::</nowiki>His getaway felt too easy. The ''Kursk'' had followed for a while, but, having bitten his dust, it was gone now. Stopping to collect his thoughts and decide on a course, he ran a sensor sweep of the system on a whim, focusing on the ship most likely to come after him: the ''USS Ronin''. She was moving away from Mars, but not towards him. Minimal life signs, several humans, an Andorian, a Gorn, and a--Wait! WHAT!! A Gorn! He didn't care what the story on the Gorn was. It could've been a refugee who'd joined Starfleet. A scientist on a tour, a "diplomat" stealing a Federation starship. He didn't care. It would be a dead Gorn in a few minutes. He kicked the shuttle into a quick swirling turnaround, and headed at Warp 1.0 towards the ''Akira''-class ship, slowing to 3/4 impulse just before he setting the proximity alert on board. He considered just beaming the lizard into open space, but that felt too kind. Instead, he prepared the transporter for something a bit more... artistic. Then, he typed in a quick message that he'd make sure showed up on every powered console on the ship once he'd sent it. As he came within range, he managed to dive beneath the ship's shields just before whoever was flying the thing raised them. Matching her speed and practically scraping the hull (but not) so they couldn't fire on him, Jack lowered his shields and initiated a five-part transport. Part I: beam the beast's tail in front of the deflector dish of the ''Ronin''. Part II: beam the beast's arms directly in front of the port nacelle. Part III: beam his legs in front of the starboard. Part IV: Beam the torso in front of the Flight Operations Pod. And Part V: beam his head... into Lt. Kolk's quarters, facing the door. All 5 parts of the transport were accomplished simultaneously. Once the deed was done, Jack smiled at his handiwork.::<br> | ||
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Alt. Kolk: Molecular transport is a joyous art.<br> | Alt. Kolk: Molecular transport is a joyous art.<br> | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>Thereafter, the SS Idril Mar set a course for a nice, quiet corner of the Ithassa region (as if such a place exists) at maximum warp, and a message blinked on every powered-up console aboard the Ronin.::<br> | <nowiki>::</nowiki>Thereafter, the ''SS Idril Mar' set a course for a nice, quiet corner of the Ithassa region (as if such a place exists) at maximum warp, and a message blinked on every powered-up console aboard the Ronin.::<br> | ||
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Message: I hope you don't mind; I took care of your little Gorn problem. You can thank me later. See you 'round the galaxy... -"Deviant" Kolk<br> | Message: I hope you don't mind; I took care of your little Gorn problem. You can thank me later. See you 'round the galaxy... -"Deviant" Kolk<br> | ||