Barreling In

Posted on Tue May 21st, 2019 @ 10:49pm by Petty Officer 2nd Class 'Big Ethel' Jablonski & Lieutenant Commander Mnhei'sahe Dox & Baroness 2nd Class Schwein von Alcott

Mission: Fractured Fairy Tales
Location: Where the hell are we, anyway?
Timeline: 2396, Tribunal

"The suspect is currently resisting arrest, as well as kinda having committed attempted murder on, like, Federation citizens and a Starfleet officer over there. It kinda looks like use of force will be necessary to, ah, bring 'em in."

"Energize."

Materializing inside ancillary power control, a dozen pirate crewmen were taken quite by surprise by the appearance of the armored juggernaut and the space pirate. In three rapid autofire shots, the room filled with tear gas and smoke. The wide beam on the phaser rifle was visible in the smoke as it cut a swath through the room, dropping four stunned men.

The other eight never stood a chance as the golden armored pirate swept them aside with the flat side of her claymore, easily tossing three of them into a wall one handed as her other hand scythed out and fired stun bolts with her wrist phaser at the remaining pirates. Her cybernetic eye and the minimalistic sensors in the armor she wore were far less advanced than the one that her Starfleet friend wore, but she had years of boarding combat experience and this was where she shined.

Glancing across the systems panels, Schwein found the controls she needed - in Ferengi, of course, because why not? These were cobbled together systems, after all. Carefully tapping the control surfaces, she transferred control to these stations and...

She pressed too hard and her finger went right through the screen...

Alarms started to blare.

Schwein turned back to her larger Starfleet counterpart. "I have good news and bad news... Good news is station power control is here. Bad news is I accidentally broke the console that controls it. Also, I may have tripped the alarms."

With a grunt, Jablonski studied the local scans. "We've got a number of hostiles converging on this position. D'ya think we go EVA to go around them, or do we go through them? I still haven't ID'd our suspect yet." As she spoke, the Security officer shifted the phaser rifle to her left hand and reviewed the console, which confirmed the Baroness' report.

"Station's still got power and there are dozens of personnel headed this way. Me, I'm thinking we're here, we may as well rout 'em. We're the only friendlies here, so we may as well see who's got outstanding warrants. My system says three of these guys are wanted..." As she spoke, a hatch opened and disruptor fire cut short any further discussion as the angry pirates began to assault the secondary power control station.

"If they fly the Artan colors, they are protected for now... If not... Fair game." As she spoke, Schwein stabbed her claymore through the console a couple more times to see if that would disable at least some of the power, which luckily, it did. Main power kicked off and emergency power kicked on, leaving the station with minimal gravity, emergency lighting, life support on two thirds of the station, and little else according to the backup readouts, which for some reason were in Cardassian.

"That should keep them busy, ja? Let us wreck some scheisse." Schwein sounded more than thrilled as the red glow of the emergency lights made her gold and black skull painted armor look even more sinister. Grabbing one of the now shattered displays, she ripped it from its station and hurled it past the head of one of the pirates firing at them, embedding it in the wall behind him. "Tch... I missed..."

"I'm not a fan of getting shot at," Jablonski declared as disruptor bolts whizzed past them. Swapping the phaser rifle over to her right hand again, the Security officer flexed her right forearm and the weapon disappeared. Flexing it again and curling her hand, a rather large and brutal-looking studded mace appeared in her hand, one that would need two hands for a normal humanoid to wield. Flexing her left forearm, a round bluish energy shield covered in Greek writing sprang into place on her forearm that was as wide as her shoulders. "Praise Hera. What do you say we try something a little different?"

The mounting number of piratical personnel who were gathering in the hallway were just considering beginning their assault, as there was no return fire coming from the pinned-down intruders. Which was when a rather large mass of muscle behind a round energy shield that deflected the disruptor bolts came hurtling toward them, as if fired from a torpedo tube. As the armored leviathan crashed into and bowled over the front ranks, she became a mass in motion, the large crude mace scattering her foes like tenpins even as behind her a jolly pirate followed the humanoid missile she'd hurled, and the battle was suddenly joined in the narrow corridor.

What had been a gunfight a few seconds ago was now a very close quarters battle, which caught the score of pirates quite unprepared.

Close on the heels of Jablonski was a very happy Schwein, having pulled out a slightly used cudgel from seemingly nowhere and was now swinging it almost casually, tossing the pirates that had not been bowled over aside like flimsiplast in a gale storm. Through that storm you could hear the joyous laughter of a certain platinum haired pirate.

By the time the reinforcements arrived, they were met at the hatch by it being blown inward, even as the demolition duo stepped in to blistering disruptor fire. Which might have been more devastating were it not for the fact that the hatch itself was quite suddenly torn from its hinges, and then employed as a shield by the enhanced individual who was seeing just what could be reached for were she to try.

"Well, this is lotsa fun I gotta say, but we should probably get down to the command center, eh? You wanna find the lift, or just make our own hatchway through the deck?" Jablonski asked casually as she grabbed a pirate by the ankle, and casually flung him at one who was trying to flank them.

Schwein pointed off down the corridor towards a curved doorway. "Ja. The lift is up ahead and without power, we should be able to drop straight down." She then picked up another pirate and drop-kicked him back into the control room they had just left. "Does this count as excessive force? We are outnumbered ah... twelve hundred to two... It is hardly fair odds."

"Well, we really haven't been shooting up the station," A micromissile ejected from Jablonski's shoulder launcher, swirling off on it's column of smoke to interceptr a sneaky pirate with a rocket launcher. "So, y'know, me personally and professionally, I'm thinkin' since the majority of these guys'll live, sooo..."

"Nah, so far I'm thinking we're still within the boundaries of acceptable force." With that said, the captain of Hera's honor guard slung the hatch down the corridor, scattering men who were only grazed by it to receive terrible injury. Activating her force shield once more, she configured it to the size and shape of a large scutum shield to provide cover for the Baroness and herself. As Big Ethel almost casually strolled toward the circular open chamber which held the lift, into which more troops continued to pour, Disruptor bolts whizzed by, even as grenades began bouncing down the corridor. Gifts from their increasingly desperate opponents.

"Well said, my friend," Schwein replied as she ripped one of the wall panels free and used it as a shield for their rear and lobbing a couple of stun grenades off down a group of pirates that were pouring out of the other end of the corridor. The pair of flash-bangs and stun fields scattered them and those that didn't get far enough away lay there twitching.

Flexing her forearm, the Petty Officer Second class activated her external speakers, even as she flexed her right forearm, making a flipping motion with her hand, and the mace vanished. Flexing it again, her fingers spread in a wide grip and into them settled a TR-116C. Programming it, she handed it over to the pirate even as another manifested in Jablonski's right hand.

"If it breathes, we can choke it. If it stuns, let it be stunned. On 3, rush and cover... 1... 2... 3!"

"Wunderbar!" The Baroness charged down the hall, knocking several people aside as she barreled past and into the lift, pretending to take cover behind one of the edges as she tossed the one pirate left in it out and fired back out at the ones left in the hall, the flash-bangs bouncing almost lazily for a few seconds before going off.

Then with a series of 'CHOONT!' sounds, the central column of the station filled with thick, cloying gas that would begin to circulate through the station, which would provide an irritant for months to anyone passing through the station. For now, it filled the area and covered Jablonski's somewhat plodding gait, little more than a double-time. Large and strong she was, but so too was she slow. A missile streaked off into the fog while concussions preceded her, and the turret on her left shoulder pivoted and fired a burst into the fog and two men cried out.

Slamming into the elevator, Jablonski bounced back to interpose her shield to the elevator doors as they closed. "I almost never get to do this sort of police work. It is really fun doin' it with somebody who can keep up, yannow? Whatta you say, fakeout for the guys waiting at the control center in ambush?"

"That may give them time to prepare a surprise of their own. It may be best to stick with blitz maneuvers and put them all into the lift, ja?" The Baroness wanted to make sure they had enough time to get whatever they needed from the computer and hopefully find the guy they needed before they decided to do something a bit drastic.

"Ahhh, okay. Full volley of smoke and tears, follow with the flash-bangs. Then we'll see what surprises they've come up with since they know we're coming?" Swapping the TR-116C to her left hand, Jablonski snapped into reality the phaser rifle with her right hand. "These things really are just soooo amazing. I am writing SUCH an amazing report on these when this is over."

As the lift dinged and the doors slid open, grenades began launching with remarkable precision into the central command center, followed by a series of flash-bangs as the duo stepped into the command center.

Schwein headed straight for the commander who was a bit stunned at the moment. "We are here for... Hey... Wake up..." Poking the man with the barrel of her rifle, she rolled his twitching form over to reveal that he had been hit in the chest with one of the stun grenades directly. "He will not be of help..."

"Do you feel confident in pulling data from the computer without breaking it?" the gold and black armored pirate asked her companion.

“Oh for sure. I’m strong, but not ‘accidentally put my finger through plasteel’ strong like you,” Jablonski fired of a series of bursts, rubber bullets peppering the personnel in the command center even as she moved casually into the command deck. “How’d you get so- drop it, you little freak!”

The petty officer issued the warning not even a full second before she fired a burst of stun grenades, peppering the man in the chest and bruising him into unconsciousness, the disruptor he had been fumbling with clattering noisily to the deck. Firing off a few more rounds of tear gas into the enclosed area, Jablonski then extruded a data cable and plugged into the command console.

“I’m not the smartest body on the bench, but the software in these suits is plenty smart,” the powerful petty officer explained as she initiated the break-in process for the computers. “How about I’ll get to work on this, while you set up for our defense… this might take a few minutes, and I tend to think they’re going to send troops that can actually deal with us now that they know we’re here. Or at least, some wearing portable atmo at the very least.” With that said, Jablonski sought partial cover behind a console, and as the security software began granting her access, she sealed all the hatches in or out of the command center to buy them time.

"Well, I'm an augmented human..." Schwein paused for a moment to pick up the commander, rip one of the railings out of place and wrap it around the man as a restraint. "And then I started making love with the God of Thunder..." She then picked up a couple of the others and made sure they were out cold before kicking in a ventilation duct so she could just stuff everyone into it. "Herr Doctor and I think that that is why my strength is increasing.”

“God of Thunder, huh? Nice,” Jablonski casually agreed. “Thinking at this rate I’m gonna get engaged to the mag-lift bar here pretty soon. Best date I been on in a while,” she added with a throaty chuckle. “I was curious how you got so over the top, but I wasn’t gonna ask. Seemed rude, doncha know. Hey!”

As one of the override panels came online, a concussion grenade launched from Jablonski’s shoulder with a ‘phoont!’ and exploded the panel into pieces. “Yep, they are not so fond of us in this neighborhood, Miss Alcott. I still got at least another three or four minutes of digging and downloading here, so we’ll have to stay put. Thunder god, huh? I don’t suppose he’s got a brother or a sister…?”

"I think his brother, the Asgardian Trickster god, is in prison for some reason," Schwein replied as she finished stuffing the unconscious command deck crew into the air vents. She then headed back over to the commander to see if he was going to come around. "I could hook you up with one of the Valkyries. Hildr looked like she had your kind of appetites. She is also a bit bigger than you, I think."

“Well, now that sounds like a challenge right there,” Jablonski grinned as she reeled out the data cable so she could move about, and she swapped out the rifle in her hands for a retro Type 2 phaser. Adjusting the beam and strength, she began welding the lift doors shut. “I didn’t think they grew them bigger than me. That’s kinda funny. Probably not the little brother in jail, though… I’m kind of a stickler for the rules, so maybe not the best of matches, doncha know.”

As she made casual small talk, the beefy behemoth was doing a respectable job of phaser welding, indicating that clearly she was both practiced and skilled with the hand weapon that was nearly completely dwarfed by her large hands.

Which was when thuds and vibrations began to be heard on the other side of the lift doors, as well as the overhead.

“Guess they aren’t so happy about being locked out, eh?”” Jablonski quipped, even as she checked the timer on the data spool. “Still another three minutes at least. How long you figure til they get serious about getting in here… they’ve been trying to isolate the command center datastream but this software in here is pretty sturdy, and it seems to be handling it just fine. I’m just worried they’re gonna vent the compartment and kill alla their own guys. So, I got sent out with you as the only way to ID my suspect… any idea how to find him?”

"I have been scanning for him with mein eye und there is no trace of him on the lower six decks. Internal sensors are down. Ze computer may know but I suspect he is not herby their reaction." Schwein headed over to the library computer systems and picked one of the side terminals for her search, very lightly tapping in the name of their suspect, only lightly cracking the screen as she did so.

As the data came up, it listed him as deceased. "Ethel... We have a problem... Theran T'Werska died in the Dre'lax mining attack. I think this whole thing is a trap. Unfortunate for them that it was us that sprung it, ja?"

Thinking it over a moment longer, Schwein came to a conclusion. "Either this record is false and Theran is alive... Or there is other proof they do not want us to have... They listed his location as here and laid a trap, which means that what we need is indeed here..." Tapping at the console a bit more to investigate the records, she got ahead of herself and accidentally put her finger through it, which made her hang her head and sigh.

“You really gotta get some inertial dampener gloves or something,” Jablonski offered after seeing the pretty pirate’s difficulties. “So, let’s see… we’re downloading the station files, but I’m no analyst, so I wouldn’t know what to look for. The detective work isn’t really my strongest suit, doncha know. So..” The large lass considered for a moment.

“Procedure says that I need to positively ID my suspect. But if he really is dead, that’s one thing. If we think he faked his death and he’s still here, it’s another. There might be evidence here, but it’s just us and we’ve had to fight our way in and we’ll have to fight our way out. Jeez… I dunno…” the musclebound maiden was trying to walk through the procedures of how to handle this, but it wasn’t a situation that was covered by her training. “Darn. What would TJ Hooker do…?”

As she spoke, the lift door was now under assault by numerous energy weapons that made it clear that it wouldn’t last long. Absently, Jablonski picked up the small phaser from the console where she had set it down, adjusted the power setting and casually stunned the pirate peeking out from the matter reclamator.

“I guess if it’s a trap then it’s premeditated attempted murder and assault and all that, which means we’re still in the clear legally, but… darn it, I shoulda brought one of the smart girls for this. I don’t know what to do,” Jablonski admitted.

"I am smart too..." Schwein complained as she poked another console, trying to get some more data on their suspect. "If the evidence we need is in the database, we will have it soon. If it is the person, they are here hiding... And here he is..." Schwein pulled up the grey medical report. "Ja, he is listed as dead, but he had identity change surgeries here. He is now... Kai'ser Per'manente. Deck fourteen, crew quarters J-17." With that, she gave the panel a slap of success, shattering it and sending sparks flying.

“Let’s see, that means we’ve gotta go up a long ways… well, no trouble there.” Stepping toward the welded shut lift doors that were showing more and more sign of strain, Jablonski moved with a casual surety, placing a series of proximity mines that would make taking the command center back hell for the pirates, and likely demolish the command center in the process. Once she was satisfied, as disruptor bolts began penetrating the thick doors, she refocused her phaser, pointed it at the ceiling and carved out a large oval shape, large enough for her to fit through.

As the overhead plate clattered to the deck, the hulking honor guard captain smiled. Flicking her wrist to make the phaser vanish, Jablonski interlaced her fingers and cupped her hands, leaning forward slightly to give the baroness the run-up for boosting her up to the deck above.

Which she happily obliged, easily clearing the deck plating and punching through the deck plating above as she did so with her lightly used cudgel in hand. She then tore the hole she had made wide enough for her comrade to make it through as well, easily tearing the light metals of the old station. "Two for one deal, ja?" she joked, laughing it off.

"Hooooly smokes you're strong!" Jablonski exclaimed as she fired a cable up to the overhead above, then winched herself up the two decks they'd moved. Stepping around the twisted deck plates, she pushed on one experimentally. "Yeah, wow. I thought I was gettin' strong, but that was pretty impressive right there. Okie doke, so let's move, eh? This is fun and all but a lift'll get us there... quicker."

That was when Jablonski took a moment to pay attention to their surroundings. It appeared they'd entered into a gymnasium, which was something of a native terrain for the sturdy Amazon. There were a number of people staring at them- off-duty pirates who were using the gym for a workout. None of them were particularly armed, but a few seemed pretty interested in scampering off to the locker room.

"Yeah, we should go..."

"Ja... The lift is not far." Schwein headed off towards the main exit of the gym, not even bothering with the fleeing occupants. As she walked, she pushed workout machinery out of her way like so much clutter. "You work out every day, ja? I do combat training on the holodeck. Perhaps we could work out together some time."

“Oh, for sure!” Jablonski replied cheerfully as a pirate emerged from the locker room with a disruptor. Casually grabbing a barbell in passing, the cheerful colossus hurled it without even looking at the pirate, who ducked out of the way only for the unlikely missile to strike the man behind him. That bought them sufficient time to exit the gymnasium and enter the corridor, where a half dozen piratical passersby began drawing weapons.

“We really gonna do this?” Jablonski chuckled as her shoulder-mounted variable fire rocket pod and assault rifle bot whirred to train themselves on the pirates. “Cuz the refractory coating of this armor is gonna bounce those bolts, then I’m gonna shootcha. She’s just gonna dodge, but you’ll make her mad and she’ll putcha through a deckplate.”

No one seemed particularly interested in calling Jablonski’s bluff, which meant that they got to avoid hospitalization as they dropped or holstered their weapons.

"Wunderbar..." Schwein said as she almost casually sauntered over to the lift doors, running her fingers through the consoles built into the corridor walls as she did so. She then gingerly pressed the call button, cracking the screen as she did so. She could swear she saw one of the pirates piss themselves as they ran off. "They do not build stations like they used to, ja? So fragile..."

“Huhhh huhhh huhhhh!” Jablonski’s laugh was not unlike the braying of a mule, which likely explained why she seldom did so. “I think they weren’t built to stand up to you is the problem. Whoop, here comes a car full of hostiles, armed and armored. Wanna go bowling?” With that said, Jablonski flattened herself against the bulkhead to the side of the lift doors, motioning for the Baroness to do the same so they could surprise the emerging assault team as the lift doors opened.

"That fills me with schadenfreude..." Schwein mumbled happily as she got into position and waited for the doors to open.

As the lift arrived, the doors opened, and six commandos in cobbled-together EVA armor piled out into the hallway. Clearly they were bereft of the sensors installed in the Starfleet EVA armor, or even the medical tricorder that served as Schwein’s left eye. Because the simple act of hiding beside the lift doors fooled them as Ethel Jablonski shook her head and waded into them. Grabbing the closest one, she picked him up bodily then swung him in an arc behind her. Building up momentum, she proceeded to launch him across the deck like a bowling ball, scattering his comrades even as the duo stepped into the lift.

"Unless you wanted some melee?" the security officer asked obligingly of the space pirate.

"Nein, that was perfect. Danke..." The platinum tressed pirate was chuckling softly at how stunned they all looked as the two armored behemoths easily sidestepped them. "Deck fourteen, please. Artan override, seven alpha nein." As the turbolift started moving, Schwein broke out into full on laughter. "I have never had so much fun."

"I gotta admit, I know I'm on the job and supposed to be taking it seriously and all cuz I'm on duty, but I'm right there witcha. This is a good time... I like you, Schwein. You're a really okay gal for a pirate." The broad-shouldererd security officer smiled, a genuine smile with buck teeth and all, and the two shared a moment in the turbolift before her armor's sensors started offering telemetry. "Ahhh, look at that, welcome wagon waiting on Deck 14. You sure you don't wanna do the elevator fakeout?"

"Ja, it sounds like fun. What do you have in mind?" Schwein had that glint in her eye behind her armor's visor so she listened and when the doors opened, they'd be ready.

Thus, when the doors opened on Deck 14 and the assembled pirates were there, taking aim, fingers on triggers. prepared to eliminate the insertion team who had invaded and been all over the base. They were after somebody or something, and they'd be stopped here. Except of course that the doors opened and the car was empty.

There was some argument over whether this was the right car, although it wasn't going anywhere and the doors were remaining open. Eventually a pair of the pirates approached, looking in to find no one there. Except for a series of proximity mines that consequently exploded, deafening everyone in the area and stunning them. Great volumes of gas flooded out from the lift car before Jablonskli and von Alcott strolled casually out of the fog, firing flash-bang grenades as they moved.

"See? Climb through the escape hatch, mine it, jam the doors open so it won't go anywhere then climb the cables to get clear. The fireworks write themselves, and we just gas the scene and move in again." The Amazonian warrior casually fired a taser grenade without looking at a pirate who was leveling a heavy cannon at the pair. "Not sure, but we might have avoided any fatalities on this mission, though that one guy I went bowling with's neck looked a little bendy-wendy. Got a fix on our boy yet?"

"Ja, in the quarters listed, J-17. Life signs are a positive match, though I am reading odd power..." Schwein studied the readings her eye was picking up. It was designed as a basic bio-medical tricorder so she didn't have the sciencey stuff she needed to figure out more than that there was some power shenaniganry up ahead, but it was enough to tell them they might need to be on guard. "Can your suit get readings?"

Moving into the corridors, they were encountering more panicked personnel than actual combatants, and as a Bolian ran by in a hot pink towel, Jablonski was mostly sticking with the shock and awe tactics, gassing and stunning any resistance they encountered until behind them stepped a challenger.

"Schwein von Alcott, lapdog of Enalia Telven," the figure in the shadows declared in a mechanical echoing voice that reverberated unnaturally. As the figure stepped into the light, it was clear that there was significant cybernetic replacement involved with the speaker. "You've got the stink of Fleeters on you, and I can't say I care much for the company you keep. Fill your hand and face me, aye?"

Schwein groaned inwardly at the sound of the familiar voice. "If it isn't my old self styled rival... Uh... What was your name? Beta Bill?" She knew that getting Zeta Jones' name wrong on purpose would set him off, but she did it anyway in the hopes of trying to get this fight over faster. "Are you still flying with the... Uh... What was it? The Weasel Skunks?" As she spoke, she pulled out her claymore one handed and stowed the rest of her weaponry, casually getting ready to duel her old pain in the butt that augmented himself repeatedly just to match her strength and combat prowess. Jablonski accepted the return of the rifle, two handing it as she covered the ciorridor to free up the duel.

"It's the Beta-Ray Buccaneers, as you well know, Scwein," Jones drew his sword, a multifaceted crystalline cutlass that flared to life with an soft inner glow of amber. "I don't know what brought you here, or why you thought to bring a Fed with you, but you've no place here amongst honest pirates." The mechanical wrist rotated with a whirr, and Zeta Jones wove a beautiful pattern of traced light arcs with the blade.

"Face me at your own peril, house pet. I'm not the man you remember... not anymore. I've evolved beyond your limited comprehension," Jones mansplained as he settled into an en garde pose.

Schwein sighed heavily. If this were six months ago, he might have been able to best her, but now it was like he was moving at normal speed. She slipped her claymore back into its sheath on her back, pulled out her slightly used cudgel, and walked up to Jones, smacking the blade out of his hand with it with practiced ease, sending it clean through the corridor wall. "Ja? Evolved with chrome and oil? Show me then, Theta Ray of the Rat-caneers."

The one human eye of the cyborg pirate widened in shock and fear as she stepped so quickly into his personal range, how casually she had destroyed his remarkable new weapon, and how smug she was about it all. Servos whirring, he moved to grapple with the Artan retainer. "Take you apart with my bare hands...!"

Schwein caught both hands casually, crinkling the cybernetic limbs as she did so. "I am so sorry... Mein apologies... I did not mean to crush your new hands like that. I do not know mein own strength these days, you see, and..." Returning her cudgel to her waist, she tried to punch in a medical assistance request in a nearby corridor console and just poked her hand right through the screen, showering sparks all over her. "Ah... you will have to seek your own medical attention, it seems..."

"Curse you, Schwein von Alcott! I will have my revenge on you, do you hear me?" In this life or the next!" the crippled cyborg sputtered, nursing his crushed hands. "I'll get you for this, if it's the last thing I do!"

"Say fella, I don't wanna tell you your business or nothin', but you just got casually pwned," the hulking Petty Officer Jablonski opined. "If I were you, I might think about maybe quittin' while I was still ahead, before she really gets rough with ya, eh?"

"I really feel bad for him... He has spent a lot of time trying to match me, yet he is still as frail as a newborn babe to me..." Schwein shook her head and motioned for her partner and her to continue. "Our target should be just ahead."

"Yeah. Seems like I probably shouldn't arm wrestle my big brother next time I get back home, or he's liable to end up looking like that guy..." Jablonski agreed as she casually fired a few sleep gas grenades behind her, so they wouldn't have to hear the injured man's curses and threats as they departed.

"Hey, hold on now, you said YOU got a brother...?" Jablonski became a bit excited in the wake of the melancholy mariner medic. "Oh, now this you gotta give about. Is he as strong as you?"

"Nein. I am an... only child," Schwein muttered.

Still feeling bad about the man, Schwein came up to the door of the suspect they were after and pressed the door controls, putting almost her whole hand through them. With a frustrated groan, she just shoved her hands into the door and slid them open, the locks snapping like twigs. Instantly, the man that was sleeping off a few too many drinks on his couch was on his feet and freaking out. Schwein just popped out one of her wrist phasers and gave him a light stun before catching him. "DNA match confirms this is him. Time to beam out, ja?"

Reaching over, the supersized security spartan laid her large armored hand down gently upon the shoulder pad of the Baroness.

"For somebody who's going through what you're going through, I think," Without pausing, Jablonski fired a tear gas grenade into the hallway over her shoulder as nearby doors in the habitat section began to open. "You're really handling it well. This was a super good mission, Baroness von Alcott. It's been a privilege to serve with you."

Inside the helmet's HUD, Jablonski coordinated her actions and contacted their ride as she picked up the unconscious man to hand him to Schwein before she started doing a quick inspection of the room for evidence. "Petty Officer Jablonski to USS Selune, do you copy? We're ready to check out of this roach motel, if ya know what I mean. Whattya say Ensign Weiaex, hah?"

After a brief second, Ensign Weiaex's voice came ringing over Jablonski's communicator. "I was wondering how long it was going to be, I was starting to get bored up here. Seriously, their little fighters are serious crap compared to the Selune. I'm picking up three at your location. Is this our boy?"

"Yep, that's him," Jablonski confirmed as she picked up the suspect's personal tablet and stuffed it into his go bag that had been open next to his rack. "3 to beam up... energize, eh?"

With the shimmer of the transporter, the pair of legendary figures vanished, leaving in their wake tall tales that would grow over time. Tall tales that would grow, retold from witness to witness, to slowly create the legend.

The legend of the day the Baroness von Alcott tore apart Romulan refugee station 339-A with her bare hands.