Kelly knew her crew would have her orders completed by the time she reached deck twelve. As expected Lt. Rogers was waiting in the hall outside the little-used transporter room. “Ready sir,” Lt. Rogers reported to both Kelly and his superior falling in step as they exited the turboshaft. “Dawson, Peters and Franklin have taken up positions in Transporter room 12 with Unit two at the ready in the hall,” he reported.
“Understood now let’s get the package and get the hell out of here,” Kelly grumbled along with several other sentiments about why the hell diplomacy is required for Star Fleet and not the “other parties” in every one of these damned situations. Pausing for a second after Kelly entered, ROgers looked up at Mardusk. “Is this a drill or live event,” he asked. “I just wasn’t sure if we should set the phasers to basic stun of dial it up to damn that hurts like hell.”
Entering the room, Kelly saw the three security officers waiting in the room. WIth them, Styxx, and Mardusk also in the room it would be a turkey shoot if anyone opened up fire but Kelly knew who would still be standing after the dust settled. “Make sure to run a scan for weapons and then initiate transporter sequence,” Kelly barked watching the white lights coalesce over the transporter pads.
Standing before the Atlantis crew were four beings. As soon as they materialized they bunched closer in almost a diamond shape with a woman at the apex, flanked by two others. The fourth life sign was behind the three and barely visible. Of the guests, one appeared to be a human male. He was probably just over six foot tall with an athletic build. The other was a humanoid male with an elongated cranium. It was long enough to draw interest but could easily be hidden by a hat if they wanted to disguise themselves. He had jet black eyes and a long white fu man chu type beard. He was almost at tall as the other man but for lankier. In his hand, he held a simple cane. Due to his apparent age, it did not stand out except for the large blue crystal on the top he was balancing his weight on. At first glance, you would not think of him as any sort of physical threat. The woman had pale blue skin, jet black hair, and striking red eyes. She was built like a dancer with long, lean limbs and perfectly sculpted muscles. The skin-tight black leather pants with matching leather sports bra-like top reminded one of what Orions might wear and easily showed she did not have any visible weapons on her.
While no one from the Beacon of Hope was prepared for how they arrived here, they also were not green soldiers. Giving Zala a side glance, Rogan depressed the button on the top of the cylnder he had tucked in the palm of his hand. The group standing before him had been persistent about lowering the shields so he took a chance that arming the security protocols remotely meant no one could board the Beacon of Hope.
“That was very interesting,” Zala Tsu purred as she scanned the room. Her slippery smile faltered as it appeared she was not seeing what she expected. This could have been so much easier if the crew had complied with their initial request. Now they would not be so polite.
“I am Captain Kelly Bordeaux of the USS Atlan,” she announced already tired of the games with this woman and ready to get the package and these people off her ship. Before Kelly could finish her sentence, the alien with the elongated head dipped his staff towards Kelly. Half a heartbeat later, Kelly was thrown from her standing position and slammed into the ceiling of the room. A sickening thud echoed in the room as Kelly’s head impacted the top of the bulkhead. Her body went limp as if an invisible hand was holding her in that position.
“Hold your fire or we will kill her,” Zalla directed her attention onto Styxx and Mardusk. As if to punctuate her sentence, Kelly moved from the ceiling to slammed into the floor and back up to the ceiling. Kelly’s body hung limp in the invisible grip. “Bring me, Ian Bordeaux,” Zala fixed an icy gaze as she gave a command
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