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Miss Direction

Posted on Sat Oct 21st, 2017 @ 7:07pm by Commander Mercia Kavi

Mission: Operation Red Garden

Mercia stood up from her place on the bridge. Her heart was pounding and her muscles were tense. She made a motion to the next in line bridge officer and headed for the lift. Once the doors closed around her she closed her eyes. There would be no coming back from this. She could only hope that her family would forgive her as she forced them on a new path in life. Her actions would ensure it.

The lift dropped her on a mid level in the Gladiator and she strolled down the hallway with determination. Crewmen scurried out of her way. She entered into a preparation room. “Everybody out.” she snapped at the small group of marines that were hanging out, half prepared to be sent to the surface.

“Uh….” the team leader said.

“Did I stutter? On your feet and get out. NOW.” she ordered.

The group scrambled to comply, despite the fact a few hesitated, questioning the order and if she had the authority to do whatever she wanted here. She folded her arms and glared at the hold backs, with enough intensity that they slinked out of the room. No doubt she had only minutes before Hayter was alerted and on his way to see what the hell she was doing.

As soon as the door closed she opened up one of the spare lockers and pulled out a bag, she’d stashed there before. With her access code she opened the weapons locker and dropped in a number of weapons. She changed out of her uniform, leaving her pips and comm badge in the locker. Her civilian local looking clothes made her look less professional. She grabbed her bag, filled with supplies and weapons and entered the fighter bay.

She paused at a console, ignoring the looks she got. She entered a program she’d built, rudimentary, however functional in to the console. It turned on three fighters and started an automated pre flight check, as well as activated the force fields that would protect the bay when the doors started to open. Shouts and chaos ensued during what seemed to be communication breakdown. Mercia smirked and headed for an attached transporter room. Misdirection would buy her a little time. Not long. Just a little.

The engineer looked up when she entered and looked confused. She didn’t given him a moment to speak a word before she stunned him. Slinging the bag over her shoulder she tapped a few buttons on the transporter control then went to the pad and stepped on it. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt good about this. The transporter took ahold of her and faded away into nothing.

 

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