The Raptor

Posted on Thu Dec 4th, 2014 @ 12:40am by Staff Warrant Officer Nexi & Azrhianna

Mission: Devotion of Time
Location: Wandering Star

As soon as they had confirmed that there was another ship out there following the Hera, Nexi left Ven and Amelia to their protocol while she headed down to the shuttle bay. If there was someone out there using an old Klingon cloaking device like her, then it was possible she might be able to contact them. She got to her ship and went straight for the cockpit, signing into a number of scrambled channels that smugglers and others like her had a tendency to use. She listened to the chatter, searching for any mention of the Hera or a Nebula-class ship or the colony they were in orbit of. If she could get any information without revealing herself, that was preferable, but she would send out a call if nothing popped up.

The pirates in question weren't about to willingly reveal themselves though. Azrihanna had no idea the Raven's cloak had malfunctioned because of that battle. The antique ship's sensors weren't good enough to detect their tachyon trail the cloak was leaving behind them. She was just going to follow the Hera as long as it took to get what she wanted. The sight of that smaller ship decloaking and entering the Hera's hidden shuttle bay was definitely something to pique the Orion pirate woman's curiosity. She'd definitely be watching for that ship.

Nexi listened for a while longer, hoping to maybe pick up some tidbit, but it seemed nothing was popping up. It was time to bite the bullet and make the call. "To the cloaked ship in orbit of Bosva Colony, I know you're out there," she broadcast. There, that should get their attention.

Noticing the blinking light on the comm console and since everyone else on the ship was asleep, Azrhianna punched up the incoming signal. Someone knew they were there? Shit, the cloak had to be damaged... Pressing another control to reply, she spoke in as sweet of a voice as she could muster. "This is System Patrol 459. May I ask who this is?"

A response! Nexi isolated the frequency and moved them to a secured channel. "I should be asking you the same thing. The Hera is my mark, go follow someone else," Nexi replied.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Do you need emergency assistance?" Azrhianna asked over the comms, not giving up the game.

"Oh give it up already," Nexi said. "You responded to a fairly specific broadcast, I know you ain't System Patrol. Hera is mine; I got a pretty sweet con I'm running over here, so back the fuck off."

Now Azrhianna had what she was looking for. She grinned widely as she replied, her voice turning back to it's sinister normalcy. "You're the pilot of that old Orion-class ship then. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Azrhianna, Captain of the Raptor. I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want but I hope for your sake that my desires aren't involved with yours."

"Nexi of the Wandering Star, and call my baby old again and I'll get my 'Fleet buddies to pop you a few times. I managed to convince them that the tachyon trail off the Hera's port nacelle is from my cloaking device, so they don't know you're out there yet, and it'll stay that way so long as you don't fuck things up for me." Nexi was tempted to ask what Azrhianna wanted, but she shouldn't push it. maybe that would be another conversation.

"I appreciate the professional courtesy. Just watch yourself in this area. Lots of other pirates that aren't as lady-like as we are." Azrhianna said with a snicker. This was very interesting indeed. Perhaps she could even get this Nexi to help her later.

"Of that I have no doubt," Nexi replied. "You have my frequency now if you need to contact me. Just stay out of my way and I'll leave you be," she warned.

Clicking the comms off, Azrhianna returned to her chair and resumed smiling sinisterly. This was definitely an interesting turn of events.