Clio's Team

Posted on Tue Jul 4th, 2017 @ 8:35pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Commander Mal Xustos & Lieutenant Commander Eneas Clio & Ensign Shavni & Chief Warrant Officer Daytona Ral

Mission: Death is in the Details
Location: Selen VI Orion Starport
Timeline: During "Savoring the Past"

The moment the transporter beam let go of the team, Clio drew the dagger from her hip in a lightning-quick motion and scanned the area with her eyes. No one in the immediate vicinity so they hadn't been seen, but there was still potential for them to have been heard. She listened for a moment, not hearing anything. "Ral, tricorder readings. Shavni, sweep for traps. We weren't expected, but let's not take any chances."

Daytona got a puzzled look on his face.

"Uhm...Ma'am?" he said. "We beamed down to a secluded corner of this very large spaceport in an area where there's no surveillance. The...uhm...secret base we're looking for is somewhere under the spaceport. The reason no one is expecting us is that this is a public place where everyone can come and go as they please. I'm pretty sure their won't be any traps in the spaceport until we find an entrance to the base, and that..."

Daytona frowned as he looked at his tricorder.

"...is going to take a while," he finished. "I'm scanning for bio signs with evidence of genetic manipulation but this spaceport takes up about thirty percent of the planet. There are a lot of bio signs to sort through. I'm trying to get the tricorder to make a rough diagram of at least the area we're in. It would be easier if we could find a terminal, jack into it, and download the map of the spaceport. As I recall, there are several scattered around the port."

"In my experience, there can be traps anywhere. As for terminals, if we find one I can hack it." Clio very slowly put her knife away, but she didn't ease her hyper-vigilant stance. She hadn't liked this mission to begin with.

Daytona was a little surprised Clio hadn't picked up on the fact that he 'recalled' something about the spaceport.

Maybe she thinks I've seen a schematic or something. Prime Number! I have...two hundred and thirty-four years ago from my perspective, and I will again...or I did, depending on how you look at it.

"Well, ladies," he said aloud. He put the tricorder away. "Time to strut our stuff. If we stick around here too long, we're going to attract attention...or someone else trying to do something illegal is going to run into us as they come down here to avoid surveillance."

Daytona indicated the end of the corridor that lead into an open area. People could be seen walking about.

"Good idea." Clio didn't see any of the polar Orions in the crowd, but there were plenty of the usual metal bikini sort. She supposed her disguise would fit in well enough, even if there weren't any of 'her' people to mingle with. "Let's go then. Keep your eyes and ears open." She headed in the direction of the open area where other patrons were wandering.

"Come on, Ensign," Daytona said to Shavni as he started off to follow Clio. "It's time to shake your money maker."

The metal bikini which Shavni wore was all too familiar to her and despite not being a Orion dancer for nearly five years since she escaped to the Federation, it still felt comfortable--a part of her missed wearing the bikini of an Orion Slave Girl. "Why did I ever allow myself to be recruited for this mission?" she asked with a sigh.

"Because this is what we do, Shavni," Daytona said, using her name instead of her rank now that the team was moving into an area where they could be overheard. "Risk is our business and all that. Look alive. Some of the locals have noticed your...attributes."

Which meant being harassed by the local flavor... A shorter fat, bald Orion man dressed in an open vest of fur and leather pants that had more bulges from who-knows-what than was socially acceptable on any other planet. "Ey chavvies! You ladies got anything for ole Billy? I gots somethin fo yalls if'n ya do!" As he spoke, he pulled a clear bag of pills out of his pants and showed it off.

Daytona chuckled internally, but managed a convincing scowl at the little Orion.

"She's spoken for," he said in the Orion language. He stepped between Shavni and the apparent drug dealer. "Move on before I lose my temper. Besides, look at her a moment. Look at her curves, the way she moves, the sultry look in her eyes. It would take more than a bag of skull busters to pay for her time."

The strung out spacer glanced between Ral and Shavni a few times before deciding it wasn't worth being stabbed over and stuffed the drugs back into his pants and moved on, muttering as he waddled off. "My mistake, piker. My mistake..."

Daytona laughed.

"Sorry, Shavni," he said. "I'd almost forgotten how colorful this century was."

"No apology is necessary. I am used to such people," she said. "But thank you."

"You're welcome," Daytona said. He scanned the room with his eyes until he spotted one of the terminals he'd seen when he'd been here the first time around. "Clio, Shavni, there's a terminal over there. I'll head over and download the map of the spaceport and any other relevant schematics and layouts."

Daytona walked over to the terminal and used the Intelligence tricorder he'd mocked up to look like it belonged in 2160 to download anything he could find that might give them an idea of what was where. The device had a fairly large screen for a handheld device, so they'd be able to make at least some use of the maps from the mainframe. Satisfied that he had everything, Daytona began to call up various maps on the screen of the terminal.

"Okay," he said. "We're here. The other two teams should be in these areas here and...here. If they use anything resembling their training, they'll likely cover those areas and leave us everything in this area here."

The terminal was off to the side and out of the way. They could linger there a bit longer before anyone wondered what they were doing. At the moment they simply looked like two gorgeous slave girls and their seemingly lost master...or protector...or both, trying desperately to find something, someone, or some place in the massive spaceport.

"If you want to get a good look at these on a screen bigger than my handheld, do it now," he said. "Call up any map you want."

"i'm going to look at everything I can before they realize what I'm up to and kick me out." Clio grinned a bit as she took over the terminal and started snooping around.

Daytona kept an eye out for lookie loos. Shavi and Clio were look-worthy and two slave girls looking at a computer terminal were going to stand out after too long.

"Make it quick, Clio," Daytona said. "Right now it's your...assets that attracting all the attention, but sooner or later someone is going to wonder what my slaves are doing on a computer terminal."

"Easy. Tell them it's the job you enslaved me for." Clio's response was flippant and light-hearted, but she worked quickly. Studying maps and schematics, she memorized as much as possible while discreetly downloading the information to Daytona's handheld device. "Or that we're curious little things and can't help it. Besides, I'm almost done."

Realizing that standing at arms' length from his own extremely attractive slaves would look odd, Daytona slipped an arm around Shavni's waist and pulled her in close. She was no Akira, but she did feel nice. There wasn't much acting required.

Shavni played the part as she leaned against Daytona, wrapping her arms around his neck as her eyes scanned the surrounding crowds of people.

A man walking by stopped to look at Clio.

"You taught them to read?!?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes!" Daytona replied. "But I drew the line at letting wear shoes and I make them take turns. One has to read erotica to me while the other pleasures me and so on until we're all exhausted, and as you can plainly see, I'm rigelian, so it takes a while to wear me out in the bedroom...or wherever else I decide I want one or both of these lovely ladies."

The man's lower jaw was practically on the floor.

"I'll take them!" he said. "How much? If you won't let me buy them, maybe you'll let me rent them?"

Daytona laughed.

"Sorry, friend," Daytona said. "I don't share my toys."

"But...but...I'll pay! Lots!" the man stammered.

Daytona's whole demeanor changed and with it the temperature in the area seemed to go down several degrees.

"Leave," he said. "Now. If you do so immediately, I'll let you live. If not, I'll cut you open and let these two pull your insides out while you're still alive."

The man's face paled. He looked from Clio to Shavni and back to Daytona. For a split second it seemed as though he might try once more to convince Daytona to rent 'his' women out, but then the man clearly thought better of it. He backed away until he thought it was safe to turn around. At that point he turned and scurried away.

Over in Nexi's part of the spaceport...

"Remember, be discreet," Nexi cautioned Misty while they got their bearings. Nexi had her nose ridges removed and was now a rich shade of green. She kept close to Cato, who was supposed to be her 'owner' for this ruse. "We're just observers at this point, so stay-" Nexi stopped short when she sensed something familiar nearby- Daytona?! She gave her ear a tap to activate the Ferengi translator she had; this translator she had modified to act as a communicator so she could give commands to her ship, and she had long since used it to tap into Starfleet comm lines. "Daytona, why are you away from your team?" she said. He shouldn't be this close their location!

=^=Uh...I'm not,=^= Daytona replied. =^=Oh! You found me! That was fast! Honestly, though, I was laser focused on killing that bastard Deshok back then. I remember a sexy orion slave girl who looked a lot like you, but green of course, but shockingly I was more interesting in killing a man than bedding a woman. Maybe you should go say hello...just to make sure that the whole space/time continuum doesn't fold in on itself?=^=

"You- WHAT?!" Nexi couldn't believe what she was hearing! "You mean to tell me you are here in this timeline and you didn't say anything to anyone?! I'm not an expert in protocol, but this is something that should have come up during the briefing!"

=^=Yes, well, that would have spoiled everything,=^= Daytona said. =^=I needed to meet you and then I need to find the man I'm here to kill already dead...killed with the knife I have with me now. In fact, I took the knife out of the body and kept it as a souvenir. You see, 2160 me came here to kill that bastard Deshok and if 2160 me doesn't find him dead with this knife in his putrid heart, 2160 me won't leave the station. If 2160 me doesn't leave the station, then he gets blown up with everyone else. If he gets blown up with everyone else, then he doesn't go on to become me and everything I did between 2160 and 2394 will be undone, including the two hundred and thirty-four years of vital intelligence missions I undertook for Starfleet.=^=

"This is- you can't-" Nexi squeezed her eyes shut, resisting the urge to scream obscenities that would surely give away their positions. "Wait, if past you takes the knife that you-you left there... is it the same knife?! Fucking hell, I hate time travel," she grumbled. "Look, once it's done, tell me where so I can 'find' it. Don't worry about tipping anyone off by contacting me, my comm is in my ear, only I can hear it," she said to Daytona, then she looked to Cato, "Come on, 'Master', time to make a sales pitch to an idiotic Rigellian."

=^=As I recall, you caused a bit of a scene when I rejected you and Deshok, who I was stalking at the time, saw me. He sent his bodyguards to deal with me and hopped on a tram headed towards the section I'm in now. There's a scuffle with the thugs, I got disgusted and stormed off to catch the next tram so I could try and track down Deshok before he left the station. By the time I found him, he was dead. I took the knife that killed him as a souvenir and left the station. I started hiring myself out as a mercenary after that. I only left the station in time to avoid whatever it is that's going to happen here because Deshok was dead so I had no reason to stay here. But don't worry about that. Just do what comes naturally to you and they'll be a scene, Deshok will run and I'll deal with the rest. And Nexi...I really appreciate this. I know what a pain in the ass this is. Tell Cato I said thanks and sorry for what's about to happen to his knackers.=^=

"You ass," Nexi grumbled, then remarked dryly, "I've got half a mind to ignore him and let the timeline implode!" Then with a heavy sigh, she looked to Cato. "Did you get all that?" she asked him.

Gritting his teeth, Cato nodded "I'm gonna break his fuckin' jaw." he took a deep breath and exhaled with a heavy sigh. "I hate time travel." he said, gently leading her via the chain and collar around her neck. "Come on, slave!" he smirked. "We'll have to keep the chains, it's a good look." Cato grinned back at her before going back into character.

Though she didn't show it, Nexi detested the collar and the chains; she had been collared once before by a Ferengi troll who was not nearly as benevolent as the Orion slave broker Cato was passing himself off as. Making their way through the port to the area where the younger Daytona was. Nexi had been many things as her time as a mercenary and Collector for the FCA; seducer, bounty hunter, hitman, treasure hunter, smuggler, even invisible... Nexi was especially proud of being so unseen in her career; some people might be a bit miffed at being uncelebrated for doing feats that were often thought to be impossible, but Nexi reveled in the fact that no one ever knew it had been her. Of course, there were other schools of thought; when doing a job, either no one notices you, or they only notice you. It was the latter Nexi was going for now; with eyes on her as she moved through crowd, seducing potential customers with her gaze, the rest of her team should be able to move around freely, discreetly taking readings to find the entrance to the lab they were looking for while she pandered to the crowd looking for a potential buyer. Of course, she already had one potential in mind, the young Daytona, and she still couldn't believe the Daytona from her time had put them all on the spot quite like this!


Tugging on her chain as she moved towards Daytona, she turned her big doe-y eyes (what does that even mean?!) to Cato. "I like that one," she said with a sultry smile, taking up enough slack with her chain so that she could hold it above her head as she swayed her hips and then twirled towards Daytona, an enticingly provocative display for most anyone else, but if what the other Daytona said rang true, then this one would not be interested at all.

Daytona didn't even glance up at Nexi or look up from the flimsy he was pretending to read. He was here for Deshok. Even sex couldn't assuage the hatred he felt for Deshok or cool the rage he felt when he thought of the vile man. Daytona had tried to do what any other rigelian would have done when hurt or angry. He found a partner and had sex...had sex until he was exhausted. It didn't matter. The morning after he was once again filled with rage and hatred. Only one thing was going to solve this problem. He had to kill Deshok. So when a young orion girl came sauntering towards him, using her body in ways that would have brought another man to his knees, Daytona only found it irritating. Extremely irritating. Daytona tried ignoring her to see if she was actually headed for someone else, but no such luck. She was really hot and attracting a lot of attention, which was the last thing he needed. Then it happened. Deshok was standing across the promenade from where Daytona was sitting. He was talking to someone on a handheld communication device. The orion sex slave attracted the attention of one of Deshok's bodyguards, a large orion male. He tapped the other one, a very large and fierce looking kaylar. The Kaylar nudged his boss so he'd get a chance to see the show, and, if he was interested, buy the girl. Deshok looked over in the sexy slave girl's direction and grinned. Then, it happened. Deshok locked eyes with Daytona. First a look of recognition passed over his face, followed quickly by a look of horror. Back on Rigel V, or anywhere in the Rigel System, he was mostly safe from the police or comparable authorities. He paid plenty of bribes and blackmailed or simply threatened anyone he couldn't bribe. Back on Rigel V, Daytona had thrown everything he had at Deshok and failed because the system was rigged. But if Daytona was here, he'd obviously given up on the system. The former policeman wasn't here to arrest Deshok. He was here to kill him.

Deshok grabbed the arms of his thugs and then pointed frantically in Daytona's direction. Daytona could read lips and from what he could discern Deshok had just said something to the effect of 'kill the bastard!' The two super-sized thugs started over towards him. Daytona ignored them at first, trying to keep track of Deshok. He saw the son-of-a-bitch jump on a tram.

He's got quarters in that direction. He must have something stashed there that he needs to pick up before he unasses this station. And that damn girl is still wiggling her ass at me...along with everything else she's got going on!

Daytona was a sitting duck where he was. No room to maneuver, and he might need that. The Deshok's orion bruiser would be difficult, but not too. The kaylar, on the other hand...he was big even for a Kaylar. He had to be eight feet tall, heavy, and all muscle. Their bones were as hard as rock and they did not go down easy.

Well...might as well get this over with. But first...

Daytona stood and approached the orion slave girl.

"Sorry," he said, hoping if he shut down her advance that she and her master or boy toy or whatever he was would just leave. "Not only do I not have time for you, but you probably can't afford my rates. I know, you're heart broken, but it's for the best. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Daytona walked past the girl and her keeper and stepped out onto the promenade to face Deshok's bodyguards.

Wow, who knew Daytona was capable of such a cold shoulder and monumentally insulting burn! Behind those dark eyes of hers, Nexi was following every thought, every presence; despite her oblivious facade, she was completely aware of Deshok and his guards even though she had not yet laid eyes on them. Thinking through what her Daytona had already told her, Nexi decided that now was the best opportunity to make a scene. She stepped to him and looped her chain around his shoulders to turn him away from Deshok.

"My master does not care for your disrespect, little man," Nexi said with a sultry pout that could melt any heart, but also with a glare that promised pain and anguish if he did not tread carefully.

Daytona rolled his eyes.

"Really?" he said. "Look, normally if a woman as attractive as you came to me begging for sex like this, I'd oblige her. Charity is one the virtues my dear, sweet mother instilled in me. But right now, I've got bigger problems, as in those to large creatures over there."

He pointed to the larger orion and the even larger Kaylar.

"I don't suppose you want to offer yourself to the Kaylar to distract him for me while I deal with the orion, would you? I mean, he's a slave, and he's definitely a double-bagger, but he probably has some walking around money and..."

"Daytona Ral!" the Orion thug shouted. "We're going to kill you and then we're going to take your woman and your boy toy!"

"Oh...frazjak!" Daytona said. He turned to the Orion and the Kaylar. Up close, he saw that the Kaylar was the one known as The Club (with Nails). True to his name, he was carrying a nasty looking club with nails stuck in the business end like spikes. Daytona unwrapped Nexi's chain from his neck and held her out towards the two gargantuan thugs. "Look, you can have the woman and the boy toy. I just want Deshok. Seriously take them and have your way with them. I mean, look at the ass on that guy! That's prime meat right there! What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"It's a deal!" Called an old large albino Klingon wearing white steel spiked shoulder pads and white steel armor and white fur. He was armed to the teeth and had more honors plastered on his bandolier than any Klingon had any right to. "My apologies for the interruption. My name is Dahar Master Qu'hang and I happen to be in charge of the Klingon battle group running security of this sector. Is there an... Issue? That I should be aware of?"

What the fucking hell, why couldn't she just beat the ever loving shit out of this guy without interruption, why did this damned Klingon have to stick his unwrinkled nose into their business?! Nexi stilled her hand before she could bring it up to hit Daytona or anyone else. She was going to kill their Daytona once they got back to the ship!

"Remove your hands from me!" Nexi barked out at Daytona, then turned her attention to the Klingon. "This man is attempting to barter me off when he has no right!" Nexi asserted firmly. "He has not purchased me or any rights to offer my services to anyone else."

The orion and the kaylar were standing their looking confused. This wasn't unusual. They usually looked confused. They didn't want any trouble with the cops, but their boss had said to take out Daytona. Besides, there was only one klingon. How tough could he be. The orion looked at his partner. Though the orion wasn't much brighter than The Club (with Nails), he was the closest thing to the brains of the operation, in the absence of Deshok, that is. He nodded, and the eight foot tall Kaylar swung his club above his head, aiming at Daytona. Daytona had heard the massive being grunt before he swung the club. His training kicked in and instead of just moving out of the way, which would have left Nexi to get hit by The Club (with Nails)'s club, he grabbed Nexi and tried to get them both out of the way. They got out of the way just in time, the club smashing a table near where they stood.

"Look, miss," he said. "Your attempt to coerce me into wild denebian banshee sex already let the guy I came here to kill get away. Will you please get the hell out of my way before you get us both killed!"

Qu'hang pulled out a mek'leth and used it to disarm the Kaylar quite literally. The arm that was holding the club may have been no longer attached to his body but true to Kaylar stupidity, that didn't seem to deter his attack so the albino Klingon parried the next few blows with relative ease. "Detective Ral, it seems you've chosen a dangerous prey to stalk. I commend you for your courage!"

"How did you...?" Daytona started to ask. "It was Detective Chief Inspector Ral, if you want to get technical, but that's behind me now. Oh, never mind...whoa!"

The Orion thug suddenly appeared behind Daytona. The Rigelian ex-police officer barely had time to turn and raise his arms when the Orion clasped him in a bear hug and lifted him up.

"I...don't...have...time...for...this!" Daytona managed to gasp out. He placed one hand to each side of the Orion's skull, palms facing the green giant's ears. There was a crackling sound that built until there was electricity arching between Daytona's palms, traveling through the Orion's head. The thug's eyes rolled back into his head and he tensed up and began to shake. The thug went over backwards like falling tree. Daytona rode the body down, then rose to his feet. The orion was quite dead. Daytona looked over at the Klingon fighting the now one-armed kaylar. He rolled his eyes and pulled a dagger from his boot. He ran up behind the kaylar and jumped on its back. Once there, he began to stab it repeatedly in the neck. This wasn't the first kaylar he'd killed. He knew he was stabbing in exactly the right place.

Qu'hang nodded satisfied with the battle as he sheathed his weapon and pulled Daytona to the side. "Indeed, who you were is behind you now. A bounty is now on your head, placed there by your quarry and I suspect these two of being bounty hunters. Go now, while I distract them."

Without waiting for an answer, Qu'hang pushed Daytona away and attacked Cato first, pulling him into a headbutt before raising his knee into his crotch. "To the victor goes the spoils!"

Daytona didn't have to be told twice. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the station's trams pulling in. The destination screen said it was headed for the same area Deshok had likely fled to. He glanced over at the Klingon.

"I owe you one, Qu'hang!" he said. "Survive and succeed!"

Daytona bolted for the tram and jumped inside just as the doors were closing. The tram pulled out, taking him away from the scuffle and off towards his destiny.

Back in Clio's part of the station...

"Daytona," Clio growled, in a tone that suggested she might kill him if there weren't so many witnesses around. All the pieces had fallen into place to explain Daytona's odd familiarity with this spaceport and his insistence on joining them for the mission. "I swear on whatever you hold sacred, I am going to skin you alive and feed you to a targ. You don't keep secrets like this. Especially not from me. What else is going to happen?"

"Unfortunately for you, I hold little to be sacred," Daytona said. "There's just a small matter of a causality loop I've got to maintain. In 2160, at a dark point in my life, I came here to track down and kill a vicious criminal from Rigel V named Deshok. I'm not going into why killing Deshok felt justifiable at the time. That's irrelevant. What I know is that here in 2160 I was observing Deshok over in what I know know was Nexi's section of the spaceport. I had an interaction with a slave girl and her master, who I now know were Cato and Nexi in disguise. The interaction caused enough of a scene that Deshok noticed me. He sent his goons over to deal with me and took off. I dispatched his goons but when the dust settled, I couldn't find Deshok. I knew he had rented quarters in this section of the station, so I tracked him down there. But when I found him, he was already dead. He had this knife buried in him."

Daytona pulled out a deadly looking knife.

"I took the knife as a souvenir," he went on. "And left the station. That's where I first laid hands on this knife. I'd never seen it before hand and it has been in my possession ever since. The theory is that I've always come back to 2160 from 2394 and my 24th Century self is the one who killed Deshok and left this knife behind. The reason that I was able to swing an invite to this little party is this: If I don't kill Deshok, my past self will stay until he kills Deshok...or until everyone, including him, is killed in the explosion. If I die here, the next two-hundred and thirty-four years of my life doesn't happen. Around one hundred and thirty-four of those years have been spent in the service of Starfleet Intelligence and the United Federation of Planets. I'm not saying the Federation would collapse if I'm wiped from existence, but I've done a lot of important work for the UFP. People have lived and died as a result of my actions. Starfleet didn't want to take the chance that my dying in 2160 would have major repercussions in back in 2394. Look, whether you understand or not, I have my orders, and I have a score to settle. It just so happens that the two align in this matter."

=^=Daytona, heads up, you and your prey are inbound,=^=Nexi said.

"Copy that, Nexi," Daytona replied. "Thanks for the assist. I'm sure Cato will want to settle up with me later, maybe you, too, but please understand, I was under orders not to reveal any of this until right before things needed to happen. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to kill a man...no, a monster. The monster who killed my daughter. If that means I have to take a punch from one or both of you, well, I'm sure you can see why that doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things."

Until now, Daytona had mostly displayed his pleasant side to people, what some people referred to as his 'cheerful idiot' aspect. What he had just shared with Nexi was anything but cheerful. There was something very cold and very deadly in his voice, yet very calm.

Dayton looked at Clio.

"So," he said. "Now you know. I'll find you when I'm done. You're both welcome to come with me. Just don't slow me down."

"I am going to kill you slowly and painfully and then feed you to your pet saur," Clio growled under her breath, keeping the threat within her portrayed character. She'd never actually do such a thing, maybe beat him up in the gym or break a few PaDDs over his head...

Daytona walked out into the promenade and disappeared into the crowd within seconds, his centuries of practice blending in serving well here.

As Daytona disappeared into the crowd, Clio melted into the crowd behind him. Though she had considerably less than centuries of practice, she too was nearly invisible among the throng of people.

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Some time later, after the commotion aboard the Hera
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The Enalia demon had finally made it off of the ship using the transporter in some messed up runabout with Ferengi controls. She was here though. She'd get her revenge on the man that summoned her to this universe. She could feel his lingering presence on this planet deep underground still. She just needed to find one of his lifts and twist the electronics to her will like she always does.

As she walked confidently through the spaceport, the locals gave her a wide berth. Apparently, an unknown alien that looked more like a devil carrying a case of doom was worth avoiding at all costs, even to the local constabulary.

The communicators of all team members then crackled to life through some interference. =/\="All teams, this is an emergency broadcast from Ensign Gonadie. What appears to be Captain Telvan has beamed to the surface nearest Commander Eneas' team. She is in possession of the explosives discussed in the briefings. You are to terminate on sight. I repeat. Terminate on sight. Backup is unavailable at this time."=/\=

"Well, that makes this a bit more interesting," Shavni said as her eyes scanned the crowds in their immediate area.

Daytona stepped out from the shadows, seemingly appearing from nowhere.

"Hera," he said into his communicator. "My other business is finished here. I will now deal with this current problem."

He turned to the others.

"Are you ladies coming with me this time?" he asked.

And there she was, not too far from the team. Long black hair, same spots and big boobs, dressed in a tan jumpsuit, and carrying a bulky silver case with the Hera's armory logo on it. She didn't recognize anyone, but she seemed to be preoccupied with looking for something.

Daytona pulled out a disguised tricorder and began to scan for Trill lifesigns.

"Clio," he said. "Evil Enalia is close...there!"

Daytona didn't need his tricorder to find her at that point. He saw her. She was carry some kind of case. Daytona couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the logo of the Hera's armory on it. He tried scanning the case. When he got the results, his eyes went wide.

"Commander!" he said in a harsh whisper. "She's got three tricobalt devices in that case. Do we stop her? Or do we let the base explode? I know it's supposed to, but my younger self needs time to get off the station. If the timeline is running correctly, he's making a break for it right now. He found Deshok's body and he's carrying around the murder weapon so he wants to get out of here before station security gets the idea that he killed the fat bastard. If he gets blown up here, that going to cause major problems for the space-time continuum...and, as a side note, I'll cease to exist."

"Don't use my rank," Clio hissed quietly, looking around to see if anyone had overheard. No one had. "We know it's tricobalt that destroys the station, but I'm sure as hell not going to be here when it blows. Neither are you. We stop her if we can and delay her if stopping her proves impossible."

That's when one of the locals decided that the plague-woman with the spots that looked like she crawled out of a well was worth stealing from and tried brushing past her and taking the case of explosives. It didn't work out so well for him. Her hand did let go as he expected, but she realized it as it happened and her other hand came around in an almost snake-like fashion and brought him back to her as she retrieved her case.

Then her face changed.

Her formerly normal eyes turned into sunken black vortexes to hell.

And her smile showed off needle-point teeth longer than a Saurian's fingers.

She was not Enalia.

She was a demon.

As she bit into the poor thief's throat, his screams were quickly muffled and cut off as she munched her way through his neck, blood spraying across the square. People who were at first stunned were now screaming and running away and within moments the area was clear of all but the most brave or foolhardy, the only sounds left being that of the demon finishing her meal and some advertisement jingle from an abandoned Space-a-bon.

"Oh my god," Clio gasped under her breath. She'd seen a lot in her life, but that was new. How the hell were they meant to stop something like that? They'd never get close enough to tangle with her before she ate them, but they also couldn't just stand there and let her devour more people.

One thing was certain. She was not going to let Daytona or Shavni die like that. Not wanting to discharge a firearm with so many people still scrambling for safety, she instead whipped out the collapsible staff she'd stashed under the bulkiest part of her furred costume and darted out to be between the demon-Enalia-thing and the rest of the fleeing civilians.

The demon looked up from her meal and spoke in a raspy, otherworldly voice that barely sounded like Enalia. "I almost forgot why I came here... It's been so long since I had a good meal, you know. But HEEEE issss here... And I will end his existence and mine. You will not stop me, Clee-oh."

"Wouldn't bet on that if I were you." Though unnerved a bit by the creature and its apparent knowledge of who she was, Clio stood her ground and snapped the staff to its full length, just long enough that she'd be able to keep the demon's teeth off of her. If it really was a demon.

Daytona was a bit taken aback by Evil Enalia's apparent transformation. Was she another one of the Master's creations? Was she his first? He'd left a knife in Deshok's chest, but luckily it wasn't his only weapon. He had a few more blades, two expandable batons, and a distruptor pistol. Frankly, since he was pretty sure all of the 'innocent bystanders' were going to die in the upcoming explosion, he wasn't really worried about collateral damage. He only wanted to get the demon dead and the team out alive. He drew his pistol and fired off a shot at the demon.

It struck her. It even seemed to do a bit of damage, dissolving a bit of her shoulder. She didn't seem to take much notice however. She just shrugged it off and stood, retrieving the case with the explosives. "Is that the best you can do, Starfleet?" Her head then tilted ninety degrees to the right, a bit like an owl's with a crack. "Is that all you have?"

Then something else seemed to catch her attention and she turned and looked off in the distance. "It's him... What is he up to..." Then she realized it and let out a horrific blood curdling scream and popped open the case and started arming the bombs. "He's leaving! He's leaving! He's leaving! He's leaving! What! Minimum time! But he's leaving! What do you mean! NO! No... This will work... I can still do this..." looking around furiously, she spotted a seemingly blank wall. "There. There it is. HIS access. It's deep enough."

Taking the case, she closed it back up with all three now armed explosives and rushed over to the wall with supernatural speed and ripped open a hidden door to reveal a turbolift big enough for maybe two people, which she then ripped the floor panel out of and tossed the case through. "THERE! Now he can't escape! No one will escape now! We will both taste sweet oblivion you demon bastard!" And with that, the Enalia demon broke down into maniacal laughter.

Daytona swore and activated his wrist comm unit.

"Daytona to Hera and all teams!" he said. "The crazy bitch has activated three tri-cobalt devices, ripped open the bottom of an elevator car that I betting goes all the way down to the 'secret' labs, and tossed the cursed things down there. This is it. Times up. We need to unass this place RFN."

=^=We copy tri-cobalt devices are in play,=^= Mal Xustos responded from the Bridge. "All teams prepare to be extracted.=^=

Daytona didn't wait to hear what was said next. He couldn't leave Evil Enalia running loose in the 22nd century. While it was likely she'd be blown up here, she might escape. He couldn't allow that. He raised his pistol and left of six shots, one right after the other, moving towards the demon as he fired. Until he was extracted, Daytona was going to do what he could to bring the mad thing down.

Much as she preferred the staff for close quarters, Clio knew better than to get between Daytona and his target. Instead, she collapsed the staff back down and traded it for her trusty revolver. It might not carry as many rounds as Daytona's pistol, but she preferred it over a semi-automatic. She quickly fired off the six rounds it held, wishing she'd brought more ammunition.

Several of the shots hit her in the head as the demon kept laughing but it didn't seem to deter her. Instead it seemed to fuel her cackling. After several more shots, most of her head had been disintegrated and her body had holes in it, yet that demonic laughter just kept going in a twisted manner that would haunt all that heard it for the rest of their days.

Then the sparkle of the transporters blissfully took them from that nightmarish demon's presence and deposited them inside of a runabout transporter system.

"Welcome back," The Ensign said as he reset the controls and tapped his combadge. "Bridge, this is the Selune. I have Commander Eneas' team aboard."

Daytona swore again.

"By the Prime Number!" he said. "I had her! You couldn't have waited just a few more seconds?"

The quadracentarian spy sighed.

"Sorry," he said. "Of course you couldn't have. Thanks for the save."

Daytona looked to Clio and Shavni.

"Are you two alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine." Clio refrained from swearing, but her expression on her face matched Daytona's outburst. Without confirmation that the demon was dead, she wasn't ready to leave either.

Daytona wasn't a telepath, but he read Clio's mind nonetheless.

"I'm pretty sure she was still alive after I disintegrated her head," Daytona said. "But maybe her matter will be too scattered after the tri-cobalt devices go off to reform...at least for quite a while. If I hadn't been limited to period weapons, I could have brought a hand phaser. Set to full power it would have scattered her atoms far and wide. That plus the tri-cobalt explosion might have actually done it. For Prime Number's sake, what in the universe is she??"

"I don't know, but I might know who to ask." If anyone would know about a weird demonic replica of Enalia... it would be Enalia. Clio was going to have a nice long chat with their captain once they got back to the Hera.

"Yes," Daytona said. "That's a conversation I'd like to have as well."