In deep
Posted on Sat Jan 27th, 2024 @ 6:12pm by Captain Mira Rodale
Mission:
Deep Space Nine
Location: Terok Nor
Timeline: Present
on:
{Terok Nor}
Mira took a few minutes on her hair to straighten it because from photos, it looked like the Angel of Death liked to wear her hair more that way. Of course, Angel's hair was much longer than Mira's right now. There wasn't anything she could do about it at this moment.
Who would the doctor be working for? Mira would think the Terran rebellion. So how could she find them. Mira rolled her eyes as if they would talk to that murdering sociopath. Why did her mirror double have to be a cold-blooded assassin? She briefly wondered if the doctor was being held prisoner, also, since it would seem his mirror was on DS9.
Sitting at a console in Angel's Quarters, Mira started to look through the information. It could make it easier to find the captain. If the Alliance had him but why would they need him? There was a Michael Intermeezo over here already. Mira smirked. She still had the man's knife from their last fight.
Well, where was the password for the sickbay transporter. Mira tapped her fingers on the console. Did she leave the captain and Bashir here and head back for more help? Or try to find them on her own? She hated the idea of putting others in danger, and that is what she would be doing if she brought people over here. Also, it might be breaking some unknown rules on traveling here.
As she did her research on the computer, only a few places looked like they kept prisoners.
She rubbed her forehead with her fingertips. It looked like she had all the places that they would keep prisoners. it was time to hunt.
Turning off the computer, Mira looked around the room. It didn't look like she had been there. Mira had taken clothes from the back of the closet, so with any luck, no one would know she had been there at all. Her uniform was in the incinerator, and her commbadge was tucked into her vest pocket.
Looking in the Mirror, the transformation was .......well, it was downright terrifying. She had to look behind her to make sure Angel wasn't standing there.
Mira had a leather vest and pants on, then she had put on her back sheath for her Mek'leth and the blade Kronnelti had given her. She added a thin long sword to her side, then a long black coat that came to her knees. The boots were a problem because Angel seemed to have a fondness for high heels. Mira did not, so she kept her own low heeled black boots.
Leaving her quarters, Mira let the actions of Angel take over. The sway of her hips and she kept her hands always close to her weapons.
Much later, after checking all the spots, they kept prisoners she had not found the captain. Mira was wondering if she shouldn't be so stubborn and just head back to her universe.
No one seemed to be around. That was odd. It was about that time she noticed someone big move out of the shadows. Wow, he was big, she thought, at least 6'6", 250lbs, and Trill!
Mira cursed, which meant he more then likely had assassin training. Well crap.
"What do you want?" Mira asked coldly
"Someone has paid a lot of Latinum to end you. Seeing as you don't have your Personal Guards with you, I think I am the one to collect. " The male told her.
Well, double crap Mira thought.
He came at her quickly. Mira jerked her head back to avoid the first two punches and stepped back as he advanced. With a few well timed bobs and weaves, she avoided more haymakers and hooks. She then, blocked the next 5 series of punches with her arms feeling every one of the connections. Damn, her arms here going to be black and blue. Dropping, she dove under his legs and flipped up to stand again. It gave her more room to fight.
Hell! What was she thinking she wasn't a sparring match. This guy was going to kill her when he got his hand on her. Mira pulled out her Mek'leth. She then extended out her other and made the “come get some" motion with the fingers.
He grinned and pulled out his sword.
IT WAS ON! The sound of metal rang out.
Off:
Commander Mira Rodale
XO
USS Chuck Norris
