[ch`Revellion]
Tr'Kuro strides down a long hall carefully watching the passers
by.
He takes on more quck look over an ISD in his palm then he opens a pair
of
doors. He steps outside, looking cross the sky of ch'revellion. He
briskly
walks out to meet Raith. He steps up to him during some sort of
political
event that does not interest him. He waits silently by Raith.
Raith> (w) Ie?
Kuro> (w) things are afoot... you are required in the information
center.
Raith> ::nods:: (w) Ie... hann`yyu.
They walk off of the platform toward the Capitol building.
Raith>I need you to do another special op
Kuro>::smiles:: Oh?
Raith>le, another crewman on 220 needs to be acquired
Kuro>understood, same method?
Raith>Exactly ::hands him an ISD with the crewman's bio::
Kuro>::reads it over, then looks up at him:: I'll proceed immediatly,
Rekkhai
Raith> Menka
The two split paths, Raith heads for the Information Center as
Kuro
goes to find a suitable craft.
---------------------- Docking Bay---------------------
Kuro walks the docking bay, carousing through the various
shuttles
and craft.
He finally stops in front of a small, sleek fighter. He grins and
approaches
the registration desk, making a quick request to have it prepped. Later,
he
grabs a shroud and a pressure suit and hops into the cockpit. After
attaining
clearance and flipping a few switches, he glides off the surface, laying
a
coure in for SB220.
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As he cruises into the system, he engages the cloaking device
and
cuts his speed down. He cuts an arc around a few small ships and brings
the
fighter down onto the infrastructure like a feather. Grabbing his gear,
he
hops down onto its surface and heads for a jeffrey's tube hatch. He
pries it
free and squirms in, latching it behind himself. Before engaging his
personal
cloak, he looks over a shematic of the ship, locating her quarters.
Kuro> I'm becoming more romulan by the minute
He edges down the hall, avoiding crewmen trying to remember the
schematic. After a few wrong turns, he finds her quarters.
tr'Kuro> ::engages the chime::
t'Pranara> Enter
tr'Kuro> ::disengages his cloak and enter's her quarters:: T'Pranara?
t'Pranara> le, who are you?
tr'Kuro>::strides toward her:: erie'Arrain tr'Kuro ::produces a
hypospray
from his pocket::
t'Pranara>::warily:: What do you want ::steps back, reaching for a
disruptor::
tr'Kuro>::closes the distance spraying her thoroughly with the
tranquilizer::
t'Pranara>::gasps and coughs, attempting to dodge it, but fails,
stumbling
backwards::
tr'Kuro>::catches hold of her, laying her down carefully:
Tr'Kuro quickly packs away her belongings, being sure to check
for
anything personel she might miss, then hefts her onto his shoulder. They
beam
out onto the fighter and he arranges things as they should be. After
stowing
her bags and his gear, he takes a careful look at her to insure her
safety.
Finally, he turns back to his controls and lifts off of the starbase
carefully, beginning the trek back to ch'Revellion
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