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Poison Toocool
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Command - Vice Admiral
Posts: 4935
Joined: 101129.0557
Duty Post: CO
Ship/Station Posted: Denkiri Centre
Grid: 3rd Rock Grid
Location: Gamma Quadrant
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120917.1014

=^= Prologue =^=

Poison Toocool moves across the dry, cracked tundra of planet ShoValla, her instinct of danger so severe her lips curve into an unconscious snarl. Her away team follows, the desert air of this class L world moving lanquidly around them.

The deserted Bird of Prey they've been inspecting shadows them from the sun. LTjg Fire Spingflower follows her Captain closely, shifting her med kit, peering towards team 2, aware that Ensign Peter Python has fallen on the rocks and is being tended to by Dr Breydon Lane.

Toocool's combadge cackles. Security Chief Dolfke Barbosa informs everyone that Marines deployed aboard the Klingon ship have found no life signs, and no indication of recent use.

Chief Engineer Karl Quar moves away from a dusty nacelle, calling out his report that the warship is inoperable, glancing over to Ensign Saraleah Sands, who has her phaser out as she searches the area.

The Captain stops abruptly. Shadowing her eyes, she scans the perimeter of the ship. The heat is welcome. A Chameloid, she often finds the metallic confines of ships and stations to be cold. Her quick mind runs over possible scenerios, the events of the past few days crowding her thoughts. USS Huit lost, two out of three enemy vessels destroyed, the low-tech ShoValla people protected by an ancient planetary shield, Sector civilians captured and traded as slaves for weapons and latinum. The wind whips at her hair. The remembered voice of the pirate captain Zhieela Bruxxls echoes in her mind.

She growls.

Tapping her combadge: "Toocool to Markus. Ship is deserted, inoperable. Stay alert. It may be a trap."

Back on USS Argonaut, Beta watch mans the bridge. Tactical scans the planet system over and over again, searching for the blimp that appeared and disappeared just before the Away Team beamed down. Suddenly, it reappears. Rapidly working together, the anomoly is put on screen by OPs and tactical. Stars in the viewscreen shimmer oddly, then disappear as a warbird decloaks. Red alert. The crew scrambles to stations as the warbird drops shields, hovers for a moment, and disappears again.

Down on the planet, Toocool moves her team towards the XO's team, loping easily. Science Chief Bravin has reported no life signs but Federation or ShoValla in the area.

"Something's wrong," Toocool's voice is a tight rasp.

Commander Genny7 Markus turns towards the Captain, her eyes concerned. Dr Breydon Lane straightens up, his tricorder still reading the vitals of Intel Officer Peter Python. The Betazoid senses hostility, he swallows and begins to speak. In that microsecond, the Captain is surrounded by shimmering light, and disappears.

"No," gasps the XO.

"Captain!" cries Barbosa.

=^=
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Poison Toocool
Command - Vice Admiral
Command - Vice Admiral
Posts: 4935
Joined: 101129.0557
Duty Post: CO
Ship/Station Posted: Denkiri Centre
Grid: 3rd Rock Grid
Location: Gamma Quadrant
Has thanked: 418 times
Been thanked: 403 times
Contact:

120918.0425

=^= One =^=

Cells scramble, the world spinning about her in geometric silver. Even as she dematerializes, a hand reaches for the phaser at her waist. Her eyes strain to put together the jumbled pieces of the chamber as a transporter pad rises up to greet her feet.

Snarling, she crouches, left hand under her right wrist, phaser ready. Even before she really sees the two male humanoids closest to her, she is already firing, her flared nostrils locating them by scent. As they fall, her senses right themselves.

Transporter room. Controls look Klingon.

Hackles raised, she senses others in the room. They scramble towards her. She takes out another two before the rest reach her. One grabs her phaser hand and begin to twist. She tosses him easily against the wall. He grunts.

Someone smarter crashes into her, throwing her off balance, taking her down, his weight pinning her to the floor. She lithely writhes beneath him. He looks down at her, grinning, discoloured crooked teeth. She pauses for a split second and smiles back.

His face contorts with sudden pain as she sharply rams her knee into his balls, whipping him over on his back, jumping up to her feet, hands coming up to block, eyes darting, searching out prey, phaser, escape route.

Swish.

Something knocks her against the wall with a powerful punch. Phaser, set to stun. She growls, struggling to remain upright, registering someone new has come through the door. Sniff. Klingon. Female.

Toocool pushes back, using the wall to steady herself before leaping at the closest guard, hands reaching for his neck, fist connecting with his adam's apple, cutting off his flow of air.

A stream of bright light sears across her vision. Pow. She's down, ribs aching, lungs struggling. Two men grab her arms and bring her upright. Pain reverberates. Shuddering, she peers towards the female, unable to free herself from the grip of the guards.

"Captain Poison Toocool, I presume," says a rich, clipped voice. "Do have a care with my men, won't you. It's rather a lot of work to replace them, and I'd much rather be filing my nails." She sounds amused as a foot nudges the leg of a dead man. "Weak... but he died in battle."

She moves forward, long mass of braided hair whipping as her endless legs bring her close. Toocool growls, fighting the grip of the men who hold her, eyes fierce.

"Delighted to meet you at last."

Reaching out her free hand, the Klingon cups the Captain's chin in her fingers, smiling as she examines her prisoner. "She is not to be harmed," she orders, stepping back, dark eyes raking Toocool's figure from tip to toe.

Deep inside, animal instincts war with logic. Toocool focusses her mind, controling her inner urge to morph and run. She must hide her abilities until an opportunity presents itself. For the moment, she is imprisoned on a Bird of Prey. Since she is here, she will find out all she can. She allows her body to go limp, pretending exhaustion, even as her eyes focus on her mortal enemy:

Zhieela Bruxxls.

=^=
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