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Orion Surface A Need to get Away

Posted Feb. 2, 2019, 2:59 a.m. by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Orion Surface A Need to get Away

Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Orion Surface A Need to get Away

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Orion Surface A Need to get Away
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Turning, Rico watched Ally move towards the warehouse and in a few long strides and caught up beside her. “You know that guy is on the wrong side of the law, don’t you?” he asked her, “Right now we should be in our hotel room, wearing not much, with baby oil and peanut butter treats while we wait for the bubble bath to get to the right temperature.” He grinned at Ally despite where she was leading him, “Instead we are on our way to a dodgy warehouse to do who knows what on the wrong side of town on a planet with very few right sides.”

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“Dodgy,” Ally let out a half giggle. “You do know I love that word.” She followed Bob into a pitch black room .

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Rico gave Ally a wink and a half smirk before she headed inside, and Rico paused slightly at the doorway and looked back the way they had come, then around him at the clutter outside. It looked like any old warehouse, except that this one was on Orion, down a back alley with a guy code named Bob, and was pitch black inside. “Dodgy, whether you love the word or not Ally, I don’t think it’s got quite the same meaning here as how we normally use it.” Rico said to himself, “Just a wee bit dodgy.” Then he turned and followed Ally in.

“Oh Rico dodgy is a word that is good no matter where you use it,” she winked at him pairing it with a happy grin. Even if they were in the bowels of some drug infested Orion neighborhood being with Rico made it feel like a less intimidating. Mainly it was the way he could instantly belay her fears and turn that feeling into something warm and safe. For some reason Ally loved the way he said dodgy. Maybe it was just because it was an old timey word to her. Maybe it was the way the words carried on his voice. Either way the word dodgy always made her smile. Ally was a bit nervous about the events going on; however if Rico was using the word dodgy then things couldn’t be as bad as she thought.

Inside the warehouse, it was almost black in most parts, and in others lamps gave off an eerie half light that cast long shadows where posts or boxes blocked the light. For some reason, many of the windows were boarded over and the air was hot and stale, and smelled slightly off for some reason. Catching up to Ally, he took a step beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder protectively as he let his eyes adjust to the shadows, other hand loose and hanging innocently by his side, but ready to move in an instant. “So why are we here?” He asked her, “What exactly, are we dropping off?”

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“Antibiotics, Prevac, and medical equipment,” Ally said looking around like the contents of the warehouse Bob and she were dealing with filled with contraband weapons or illegal narcotics. “Lauren asked me to drop this off, treat a few people that are mutual....friends and then off you and I go for that romantic weekend....here…on Orion,” she said the last part through her gritted teeth. Everything had told Rico had been the truth expect about how she was to be on Orion. That was a lie and why she was having such a hard time selling it to the man who could read her like a book.

“Well it would have been romantic if you hadn’t decided to go all Robin Hood on me” Rico grumbled. “Why do you and Lauren have mutual ‘friends’ here that are drug dealers, arms dealers and drug lords in any case?” he asked her, although the question was cut short as he glared at one green and heavily tattooed Orion that wandered too close. Despite the Orion being armed and Rico not, the Orion decided to step back a pace or three under that glare.

“She is married to one or was,” Ally got a weird expression as if she was trying to make sense of what she was telling Rico. “I don’t quite understand it all. She joined some gang for a bit, married a thug, had a baby, and then joined Starfleet. I think that is where she started her humanitarian work but I don’t think that Bajoran she is hooked up with on the Atlantis is the thug or the baby daddy,” Ally got a confused expression before shaking it off. “I don’t ask questions. Asking questions gets you into trouble.”

“As for mutual friends....,” Ally leaned in closer and looked around like she was casing the joint but as the side kick to a comedian and not a super spy. “I would call them more aquaintances maybe? Just don’t say that because I don’t want them to think I don’t like them if they like me. You realize how ackward that can be?”

“You realize that if that sassy dock guard was here right now, she would be looking at me with a raised eyebrow, cocked hip with one meaty hand resting on it, and one finger waving in front of my face saying ‘Hmmm hmmm hmmmm Rico, I told you that the skinny white girl was going to get you into trouble. Never trust a woman you could throw over your shoulder and escape over a wall with, you want a woman that’ll pin you down and force feed you gritz!” His statement was made complete with hand movements, hip cock and an oddly thrust forward chest as if imitating the ample ‘assets’ the woman had possessed. His attempt to mimic her southern accent did raise a few eyebrows in his direction from the Orions, and one or two grinned as if they knew exactly what he was talking about.

Ally broke out laughing. “Baby I am from SoCal as in southern california and not south carolina. You will be eating humus instead of grits.”

“So Bob and I are going to toddle off for a bit. I think they said there is an office with coffee,” Ally looked about as if they were in San Fransico at Starfleet Headquarters instead of a warehouse in the hood on a lawless planet.

“Allison. Baby. Listen to me. We are in a warehouse used for illegal drug smuggling and weapons dealing” he said to her, which caused a few heads to turn with some shock that he could tell from the assorted crates what was around him.

“Rico,” Ally waved her hands in a shushing manner. “I don’t want them knowing the stuff I brought was stolen! Keep it quiet okay,” she rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. “Just play it cool like me.”

“Stolen?” Rico hissed the word quietly.

Ally looked at Rico’s face and then remembered what her boyfriend’s job title was: Chief of Security. His duty was to protect the crew, stop crimes, and keep the corridors safe for women and children. It made sense that the word stolen had ruffled his feathers. She had to smooth this over. “Procured,” she played the semantics game not to try and trick Rico but to make him more at ease. “Medical care is free in the Federation. Ergo you can’t steal something that is free right,” she looked at him hoping he would see the difference or at least let it slide.

“You said you had to deliver some things, not steal some things for them!”

“Procure them! Stealing has such a bad connotation to it,” she wrinkled up her nose. “You are making me feel like we are doing something wrong so stop okay,” Ally almost seemed to have an annoyed pout on her face.

Rico ran one hand through his short hair and looked at Ally with a frown. “Oh, you and I are soooo talking about this when we get to the hotel.”

“Riiiicooooo,” Ally drew out his name seeing the frown. Fortunately, there was one way to turn that frown upside down that did not involve more conversation. Sliding her hand around his waist, Ally drew Rico close, rose on her tip toes, and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was fast and hard but reminiscent of the man saving the damsel in distress. Slowly letting her eyes drift up to his Ally bit her lip and cocked her head slightly to the left. “Baby I don’t plan to do any talking when we get back to the hotel so maybe you should go get that cup of coffee and think about whether you want to play what does the mime want to do to me or”

“There is no Office, and there is no coffee. There is very likely also no filter on the water they pipe to this place either, and no way in an Andorian Hell that I am going to let you toddle off for a bit with anybody, let alone Bob. This is the very model of a criminal co-operative, I hope you are not doing this because you feel exonorative.” He took a step forwards in the direction Bob had begun to head.

“Rico don’t judge. I mean it was not like Bob pulled a phaser on you before you took him to the ground like a sack of potatoes without a howdy doody. You do need to work on your Federation Convention rules for arresting someone while not on Federation soil. Bob is,” Ally lowered her voice as she watched the man approaching them. “A little rough…a bit buff....kinda tough…shh he’s coming so that’s enough.” Ally pulled down her shirt as if she was adjusting for an inspection.

“Terrible rhyming aside, lets go and get this over with, before I actually put you over my shoulder and escape over a wall. You know we still might have to do that right? We know where this warehouse is, we are a risk.” He said that last part to Allison in a whisper, but very firm in his tone. Allison had led them into a hornets nest, with dozens of armed guards ready to sting. Why, he still had little idea aside from ‘treating some people’, but he knew that whatever the reason, it wasn’t in keeping with the accepted Orion social policy if it required Starfleet Officers to go underworld and get exiled.

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“Oh we aren’t staying here,” Ally said looking at Rico innocently. “Bob is getting the vehicle. I think he is pulling it around back but I can’t be sure if we came in the front of the back really.”

“We definitely came in the back, Allison,” he told her. “Anything down a dark back ally is most certainly the back entrance.” Then he winked at her suddenly and smirked, “We discussed this, remember my love?”

“No let’s add that to the list of topics for later,” she winked and bit her lip. They might be in a dank, smelly warehouse but Ally was with Rico. Any place she was with him made her happy.

“I got the ground truck running. It would be helpful if you both could put these protection hoods on,” Bob held out to black bags. “It would be safer for you. “

Rico simply looked at the hood and blinked, then looked at Ally and raised his eyebrow.

“You’re right. If the cops see me on the street it could cause more issues that we want. Good thinking Bob” Ally reached out to take one and glanced at Rico. Something told her he was going to make an issue of this.

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“There isn’t any issue from the cops,” Rico reminded her. “You got the green light at the security check-point, remember? You’re allowed on Orion, or you were, until you stole those supplies and became a criminal all over again, and associated with criminals. With me.” He looked at Bob and then caught Ally’s hand mid-reach.

“P.R.O.C.U.R.E.D. Procured. To obtain (something), especially with care or effort,” she threw up her hands. “Am I going to have to get you a dictionary,” she huffed. “Now put this hat on so that we can go to that hotel and have the romantic weekend you promised me,” she grumped.

“The only reason for us to wear those, is to prevent us from seeing where we are going. Because where they are taking us is very much illegal. Or for them to tie us up and hold us hostage, did you think of that Allison?” Still looking at Bob, he shook his head slightly. “Anyone trying to put one of those on me, is going to get it shoved so far up the back alley that they will be able to clean their teeth with it, you got me?”

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“Incoming,” a voice yelled out followed by the crinkling sound of breaking glass. The noise was far enough behind Rico that he would know they were not in danger of being blow up in the initial blast but Rico would then hear a series of crinkles indicating more than a few windows were being shattered.

“Raid,” the loud Orion Rico had seen early belted out as he pulled a large photon phaser out and began to shoot. He was sitting at a table off to the right of Ally, Rico, and Bob but the energy spewing from the gun was sending fragments of debris all over the trio.

“Rico,” Ally yelled out reaching to her side trying to find him as she closed her eyes and looked down.

“Time to go,” Bob said bolting in the direction he came early at a fast sprint. “Keep up or get left behind,” he yelled over his shoulder.

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