Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted Feb. 24, 2020, 7:18 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Mundai Colony - A need to get away

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The Ferengi, Rag, pushed Jasmine into the room and stepped through allowing the metal door to slide closed behind them. It closed with an audible click of a lock slamming into place. He stopped and looked around, then inhaled deeply. The warehouse had a strong medical odor to it, but not that of unwashed bodies or dirt. “Do you smell that, Hooman?” Rag asked her, then began to walk forwards among the beds.

“Bleacher and antiseptic,” Jasmine shot back sarcastically. She was scared but she was also getting tired of this game being played by the Ferengi. If they wanted her for ransom, they would not be showing her around the joint. If they wanted to kill her, they would never have woken her up. That meant whatever they wanted Jasmine for, she had some leverage.

“That smells like profit, a nice large profit that you are going to make for me. I know you don’t remember me but you owe me, Lootenant Jasmine Wynter. You owe me for a lot of money that you lost me, and now you are going to work it off.”

“Max gets paid every two weeks. He is lousy with the finances though. If I didn’t have him on an allowance I would own like three F-boxes so there was one in each room of our quarters. So depending on the cost we can take out payment plans,” she suggested. Jasmine was still on edge. The flippant tone was to hide how nervous she was. At least this guy was talking to her. When people started talking they started to give you information. Jasmine had to keep him talking. She might be safe but the other people here didn’t seem to have the luxury of the options she did. Thinking about what she saw on the warehouse floor a revelation occurred. There were no cells. In fact, the room seemed to be like one huge triage area. So if the people weren’t trying to get out or mulling about why were they just lying around on the beds.

“So hostage-taking must be lucrative based on all the people you have down in that warehouse. Tell me do you have like a coupon day or,” she left the words hanging in the air. She had no smart ass comment because she had no idea what was going on yet. This Ferengi was chatty boarding on boastful. People like this guy always would tell you what you wanted to know via evil villain monologue if you gave them enough time and incentive.

Rag stopped and looked at Jasmine, and grinned. It was an evil, lecherous grin but his eyes showed a malignant intelligence and confidence that he always got his way. “Why would you think I am holding these people here against their will?” Rag waved his hand over a bed beside him where a young and underfed looking woman lay looking at them, she had a drip connected to her and a bulge in her chest that the people either side of her did not have. She wasn’t human, Jasmine had never seen her species before and it was likely native to this quadrant of space.

“Oh my god,” Jasmine moved to the woman’s side taking her hand. “What are you doing to her? I swear when I get out of here I will,” she glared at him only long enough to make sure he knew how angry she was before turning her attention to the patient. Without any tricorder on her, Jasmine would have to do this old school. “I’m Doctor Wynter. Can you hear me,” Jasmine began to take her pulse. Lifting her eyelid with her free hand Jasmine looked at her pupils. They were dilated and fixed indicating she was under some form of anesthesia. “I am going to take care of you okay,” she said running a hand over the woman’s forehead and back in a gesture all associated with the touch of a mother or someone that cared for you. Looking at the woman for a long moment she wondered what was going on. The man she had treated was suffering from kidney failure. This woman seemed to not have any outward injury like phaser shot, stabbing, or puncture wound so the damage had to be internal. Moving the blanket from off her body, Jasmine didn’t see any bruising so where was the injury?

“They all signed contracts willingly, and they are free to leave at any time. Of course, if they do, they have to pay me out for the food, clothing, rent of the bed and medical procedures we have already done plus taxes and interest, but no one will stop them leaving. I am a businessman, Hooman, not a monster.”

“What did you do to her,” Jasmine stormed around the table. She no longer cared about what was going to happen to her. The reality was starting to set in. “What is this some some some sort of hospital?” None of this made sense but so far she had been asked to treat two individuals. One seemed to be in for some cosmetic procedure may be and the other needed a full-on organ transplant. “Hey I am talking to you,” she yelled at the Ferengi who seemed to be completely dismissing her. “Fine I will get my own answers,” she responded heading towards the door she entered. Touching the controls nothing happened. Slapping the frame hard with her hand she yelled out several things in the hope to grab someone’s attention but no one came. Thinking back to the Ferengi’s last sentence to her, Jasmine turned to face her captor. “What did you mean you are a businessman,” she started trying to piece together a vision of what was happening here. “Are you paying people to give up healthy organs,” she said. The idea was outlandish but this situation was out of the realm of normalcy. When he said nothing Jasmine stopped and stared at the Ferengi. “I am leaving. Try to stop me,” she announced for the fourth time in probably an hour. This was the first time she meant it even if she had to physically fight her way out.

Rag turned and kept walking, “No, you are most certainly not free to leave, you are not one of these fine, upstanding citizens. You are a liar and a cheat, a charlatan that owes me. Despite that, I will let you work off your debt. I decided that was a better use of you, and your skills, than just removing you from my ledger entirely.”

“What debt,” she yelled coming up behind him. “What are you talking about? I owe you nothing. You are a criminal. I will not help you. I will not do anything for you,” she ranted feeling a sickening knot forming in her stomach. This man wasn’t listening to her which meant she could not push him over the edge.

Rag reached a small desk and counter and pulled out a PaDD, notably, all communications out of the building from it were blocked. “This PaDD will tell you everything you need to know about these people, your job is to harvest the extra organs we have grown inside them, put them in the stasis containers and then my people will distribute them to the people I have waiting with the money to buy them.”

Jasmine recoiled hearing the words. Transplanting black market organs was bad enough but to harvest them and then sell for profit. This was the worst form of indentured servitude. This was not only ethically wrong but morally against everything Jasmine stood for as a person and a physician. She stepped back as if creating distance between the Ferengi and her would release her from this nightmare. Her head spun as the situation became clearer in her mind. “No,” she said finally finding words. “You…you don’t have to do this. The federation can replicate organs for free. I won’t help you,” she pushed the PaDD back as if it were hot to the touch. “If they die they die. That is not on me.” The venom in Jasmine’s voice was palpable. Doing this would destroy her. For a brief moment Jasmine understood Shan more than she ever had. While her juvenile records were sealed, Lauren told everyone she asked for an errand why she was asking them to help and what she had gone through. Lauren Shan’s story was tragic but not unique. Jasmine never realized however how someone could be faced with an impossible choice much like Lauren had been given.

“Don’t even think about trying to damage my goods, the last doctor I had tried that and ran up a debt he could never hope to pay off. Unfortunately, the Hooman anatomy is nothing like these Carcharias people from the planet Taurus in this quadrant. They have the ability to grow extra redundant organs inside them with the right medical kick starter, Hoomans, do not. He was removed from my ledger.” He pushed the PaDD into her hands and then waved at a man a short distance away who was taking the vitals of one of the patients, the man put the old clipboard he was holding onto a clip at the end of the bed, then approached them.

“This is Cade,” Rag introduced him, “He is a Carcharian, like them and will be assisting you. He knows what to do when you have harvested the organs, you can start with her,” he pointed to the woman they had paused beside earlier, “she is ready for harvesting, and Cade can inject her with the next growth hormone for the next organ and pay her for this one.”

“I can’t do this,” Jasmine moaned clenching her fists. “I can’t use these people as incubators or or or living factories,” she started to stutter feeling the walls closing in on her.

“Oh yes Hooman, you will do this. It is the only chance you have of getting out of here and paying off your debt if you want to see your Husband again. You didn’t even tell him where you were going, did you? Imagine how much he is going to worry and miss you, think you are gone, just left him perhaps. If I can make a suggestion, get to work. The faster you work and more you do, the faster you will pay off your debt. Just don’t eat more than you need to, food is expensive, you know.”

Rag started to walk away, and then turned back to her. “Don’t bother looking for an operating room. You don’t need one, do it there, on the bed. If we move them to an operating room it will take time and money, neither you or they can afford that. Do it right there, cut her open, take out the organs and sew her back up. See how efficient that is? Get to work whooman.” With that Rag turned and nodded at Cade, then didn’t look back as he walked down the aisle towards the exit, he didn’t look either side to the people in the beds either.

“Hi,” Cade said to Jasmine, and notably without a smile or any kind of friendly demeanor. “So I take it you are our new Doctor? Rag seems to like you, he hinted that you might be able to leave at some point without owing him your children for the next three generations.” The man was the same species as those around them, he was tall and looked much like a human, except his eyes were golden and it looked like he had gold stripes over his skin running in a pattern where they could be seen.

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“What is this place,” she looked at Cade confused, “and are you a doctor?” Jasmine had so many questions but those were the first too.

“Me, no. I’m no Doctor,” Cade answered her and as he did, took a pair of disposable gloves from the counter where Rag had picked up the PaDD and began to put them on. “I’ve had some medical training, yes, but I suppose i’m closer to what you might call a nurse? Maybe an orderly. My job is to assist the Doctor, that’s you, by the way, to harvest the organs and then I take them in their stasis containers to processing.”

“And I can’t do that. Not only is it illegal but morally objectionable. Forget targeting the poor who typically do get caught up in these schemes, organ transplantation is major surgery. You can’t just do it over and over without consequences. I mean if you could you would practically be making someone immortal,” she ran her fingers through her hair. Besides we can grow organs in the Federation. You don’t need to sell,”

“We are not part of your Federation,” Cade reminded her making Jasmine ruffle her hair violently. She did this when she was on the verge of breaking, hitting, or throwing something. Everyone had a quirk when they were pushed to the limits but had to retain a matter of decorum when you were in public. Messing up her hair in frustration was hers.

“This is Mundai’s big bold lucrative secret,” Cade told her but he didn’t seem especially proud of it. “My people have a unique physiology where our organs can be transplanted into almost any other humanoid body and be accepted. With the arrival of the Federation and that Ferengi, we have the technology to grow extra organs inside of us and then sell those onto the hospitals here. Everybody wins, right?” Cade’s eye’s travelled back to the woman in the bed and his shoulders slumped slightly, then he looked back at Jasmine. “She’s my wife, we lost our child from a miscarriage two months ago and her body was damaged, something about here chances of having a baby being less than 10% and even then, her chance of miscarrying was too high. We cannot afford the operation to repair the damage, she chose to sign the contract and sell parts so we can save to afford the procedure. I agreed to work here to watch over her but,” Cade shrugged, “this is more than I thought could happen, it sounded perfect when the Ferengi told us about it. Now she doesn’t know who I am, she just sits there like that.”

Jasmine looked at her with an open mouth. In all the years she had been a doctor, she had never encountered a case like this. Licking her lips, she looked at Cade. Her eyes apologized a thousand times for what had happened to this man. “I don’t know how I am going to do it but when I get out of here, I am going to find a way to help her okay?” Jasmine had no idea how she was going to keep this promise but miracles had a way of happening when you really needed them.

“Rag may not believe it but Max, my husband is not going to ever stop looking for me. When he does,” Jasmine paused to turn her face so that it was again in Cade’s line of sight, “and he will I am not going to leave you or her here.” Jasmine knew Cade was not going to believe in her but Cade did not know Maxwell Amadeus Wynter. Her husband would not sleep or eat or rest until Max found her. Glancing at the clock she walked over to a table pulling on a pair of gloves. “So help walk me through this,” she said pulling out a tricorder and taking some reading from the woman on the table. “I know the procedure but not the vitals of your species.”

Spaceport on Mundai Prime
“Greetings and salutations from Mundai Prime” a computerized voice greeted the passengers as they debarked the shuttle.

The customs area of the spaceport was nothing like the colony spaceport. The floors and walls glistened with white marble like brilliance. Colorful purple and gold flags hung from the ceiling displaying a strange symbol. The base image was a sword. Two halves of a circle wrapped around the blade from its hilt to just below the point. Around that was a semi circle on each side that seemed to wrap around the whole image like an open sheath. If one looked this symbol was everywhere. It was just most prominently displayed on the flags.

“Oh wow!” Bob said as he walked beside Max, he no longer wore the ‘costume’ of the Ferengi Max had shot earlier, that had been useful in getting their shuttle operational but now, was not needed. “This place is fancy, it’s like the Romulan Senate, well before it went pop,” Bob made a sound like a bubble popping with his lips and made an explosion motion with his fingertips. “Maybe those people in the colony were a servitor species like the Romulans had for their conquered planets, yes?”

Large glass windows lined the wall giving you a spectacular view of the sky. Floating cities like this were rare in the Federation especially one of this size. Looking out to the right was a gleaming city like any other its size but to the left was nothing but sky and clouds. The sky was not blue as with most worlds. It was more of the soft yellow pink like one saw at sunset. The best way to describe the site was heaven-like.

The main room of the spaceport was filled with sculptures and other types of art giving it a museum like quality.

“These people are friendly, so the diplomatic corps says,” Max replied and kept walking towards the centre of the room. “Where exactly do we go to from here? he asked nobody in particular, more to himself like he often did when working on the Manhattans systems.

“We are pleased to have you among us. Please check in at the first available kiosk so that we can make your stay here pleasant.” The voice paused for a few minutes before starting its speech again.

“Wow I don’t know if we should ask for an art guide or a cab,” Bob asked letting out a whistle. “If Jasmine was going to sneak out for a weekend without you at least she has good taste.”

“That is not helpful,” Max told him, “I doubt she came here, considering where she was when she got transported away from us. Where did that voice come from?” Max looked left and right, still trying to place the voice in the hubbub of the terminal.

‘Yeah but if she did this would be the place,” Bob pointed out again to Max. “

“May I help you,” a soft and very feminine voice replied slightly behind and to the right of Max’s shoulder.

Max turned and saw the woman just behind him, he was slightly startled, she seemed to have come from nowhere despite the crowd around them but she was attractive and her voice had a practised tone of familiarity and friendliness that was time old.

Seeing the man from the front brought a shy smile to the woman’s face. He was easily one of the most handsome men she had seen. His dirty blonde hair and ice blue eyes seemed to make you melt even when they weren’t looking at you that way. His.broad shoulders Hinted at a well built body under the layers of clothes Max was wearing. “My name is Ella. How may I serve…help,” she snapped out of her daydream like stare, “how may I help you? You look lost,” she quickly caught herself straying off topic.

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“See, a servitor race,” Bob began to say and got an elbow in his holographic stomach for his troubles. “Bob, not now, and if you think that was the reaction of a servitor race you need marriage counseling more than I do.” Max said quietly back.

“Hi Ella, I’m Max, kinda new around here,” he smiled at her widely. “I’m from Starfleet, but i’m on leave so maybe you can help me?” He started, using the fact he was on leave to explain why he wasn’t in uniform. “I just came from the colony and I’m looking for someone, my wife. She was abducted by two Ferengi and I haven’t been able to find out where she went from them, I need help, maybe local police or law enforcement can shed some light, are you able to help me find out where I can find them?”

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“Police,” she let out a small laugh. “You mean security?” Ella’s expression was close to bemused as she shook her head with a grin. “You are from off world.”

“Is it that obvious?” Max smiled, sliding his hands casually into his jacket pockets.

“Mundai Prime has not had a need for security or a police force in centuries. We have an investigative help division but that is mainly for lost kids and such. Things like kidnapping, murder, guns, and violence in any form is not really common here. Every once in awhile we get the stray case but who would want their medical status to be revoked,” she laughed. “Come on,” she made a sweeping gesture with her hand. “I am pretty sure your wife just got separated from you and is waiting in another terminal. We can go pull up her information at the main desk,” Ella said helpfully.

Max followed, but shook his head. “I think it is a little more involved than that,” he said and the smile slipped a little. “I doubt you are going to find anything at the desk, I really need to speak to your Security.”

As they reached the large marble counter, Ella looked up at Max. “So what is her full name,” she asked?

“Jasmine Wynter,” he told her, leaning over the desk to look at the screen in case anything did happen to come up.

“Jahs min Wyn ter,” she said th name as she typed it in. As the screen ran the date Ella looked at Max. It was hard to keep her eyes off of him. The rugged spikey hair mixed with those blue eyes. Whoever this Mrs. Wynter’s was was one lucky woman. Ella daydreamed a second about what Max would look like looking at his wife and how it would feel to have those eyes turned onto you for a purpose. Ella could feel her temperature rising the more she thought about the man on the other side of the counter. “So what do you like to eat? We have a great seafood place around the corner. Might want to check that out when you find your wife,” she suggested with a friendly smile.


“Do they do Sushi?” Max asked her, “has that even made it out this far into the Delta quadrant yet?” He kept it light, even though he was inwardly itching and tense to find Jasmine and this was slowing him down, still, Ella might be more help than he thought.

“So we got anything on your system? She might not have come through the terminals here, it’s complicated.”

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