'Plan of Attack'
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Stardate: 60321.1815
Setting: TANGIERS ORBITAL, unknown room
His cover story worked perfectly. Gul Zulot bought in
to it... and T'Preel was somewhat amiss, but none the
less the deal had been made. Kreedar Brell, or
otherwise known as Lieutenant David Dawson would
'hunt' down Captain James Simmons of the Federation
Starship AVALON.
**Just what in the hell's going on?** David asked
himself, **lucky for us their information is bad, but
why was the AVALON brought back into service?** was
one of the many questions that ran through the mind of
the engineering/intel officer as Zulot cleared his
throat.
"I say we drink to our new business partner."
"*Partners*" Niema Sol said as David glared at her.
"My mistake my dear, partners" and after taking a
drink he looked at the massive bounty hunter,
"so... how long is it going to take before you bring
Simmons to us?"
"I don't operate off a time table" Brell replied.
"Well... time *is* of the essence Mr. Brell" T'Preel
replied dryly, "we aren't at a luxury to wait very
long."
"Well... if you can get to him quicker than I can,
then by all means" the bounty hunter replied, "but I
will check the arrival time of the AVALON and then get
back to you."
"Well" Susan said, "its getting late..."
"And we were just starting to have fun..." Zulot said
as he rose from his seat as Susan started to stand but
David placed one of his beefy arms across her chest
stopping her progress.
"I have a few questions of my own" the engineer said
as Zulot sat.
"By all means" he replied witha smile and wink to
Susan.
David looked T'Preel right in the eye... and that was
one thing he learned from past experience... Romulans
don't take to eye contact too much... could he shake
the Tal'Shiar operative?
"Earlier you mentioned this girl who mentioned the
AVALON... what do you know about her?"
"She is none of your concern Mr. Brell... just do the
job we hired to do and leave the loose ends to us."
"Sorry... but I don't operate like that. *if* there's
someone else who knows about the AVALON and/or its
arrival, *I* need to know what they know."
"Like I told you* T'Preel replied icyly, "she is of no
concern to you..."
David looked to Zulot. "I want to see this girl..."
"I said no!" T'Preel replied tersly.
"What harm could come from him seeing her?" Zulot
asked, "maybe he could get some answers from her that
*you* could not..."
T'Preel eyed Zulot... thing two David thought,
Romulans *loathe* insults to their intelligence. David
could respect the mind of Romulans... they do their
homework... but this time they erred in the ANUBIS'
crew's favor.
"Just what are you saying Zulot?" T'Preel challenged.
"I'm saying where our... conventional methods failed
maybe Mr. Brell knows something about extracting
information from people who... aren't very
forthcoming."
"I think its a bad idea" Matt said dryly.
"Why?" Sol asked, "I think Zulot is right. This *is*
Mr. Brell's livelyhood we're talking about here."
Matt eyed Susan suspiciously, "And why are you now
such a cheerleader for *him*?!" he said with a sneer
to David.
"Because its *business*" Sol replied hotly, "and if
there's profit to be made here and *he* can get the
information that apparently T'Preel could not, then I
say let him do his damn job."
"*Well* spoken my dear" Zulot said, "never have I seen
anyone so..." and he looked her fom up and down,
"passionate about profiting enterprises."
"What's the problem Matt?" David asked, "scared that
your bosses will be pleased that I can get the
information that you could not?"
"Who said that I *tried*?!" Matt replied icyly.
"And *just* so that you know Mr. Brell... we now own
you as well" T'Preel said as Susan's eyes widened...
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David sat by the torpedo casing that was draped with
the banners of the United Federation of Planets and
the Starfleet Marine Corps. He was dressed in all
black when a bright light entered the room and he saw
him... dressed in his dress blues.
**Hello big brother** Jordan said as he removed his
cover. David slowly rose to his feet and he hung his head.
"Jor..." he said above a whisper as he looked at his
younger brother who was frowning at him.
**How could you let them kill me Dave? You know... you
*promised* me that you'd never let anything happen to me!**
"Jor... I'm so sorry... but I couldn't..."
**Excuses!** Jordan hissed, **always some god damned
excuse! You can't because you're re-configuring a warp
plasma coil... you can't make it to my wedding becasue
you're working under cover...**
David looked at his brother and he felt his blood run
cold, "How... how did..."
**We told him** David heard and he spun and saw his
parents. His father had the look on his face... *that*
look that always made David feel like he couldn't
accomplish anything. And the look of disappointment on
his mother's face as tears streamed down her cheeks.
**We told him that you couldn't make time for him because you were too busy running around for Charles Koneki**
"Pop... you know how the Admiral is. I just..."
And it felt like he wasn't as tall as his 6'6" frame
made him when his mother walked up to him and slapped
him across his face.
**How could you! You promised me that you'd take care
of Jordan David. Now look what you did. My
baby... dead before he could experience life at all**
"Momma... please... don't..." and she slapped him again.
**You sicken me David Richard! Its always *your* job
over your family. Well... now you'll have to live with
that decision. The decision *you* made to let those
bastards kill *your* brother**
David dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around
his Mother. "Momma... please don't be mad at
me... there's no way that I..."
**Get away from me!** she screamed at him, **know
this... I'll never forgive you for what you let
happen** and she turned and walked off.
David got to his feet and tried to pursue his mother
but his father's massive frame cut him off.
**And to think that I gave you my name. You've turned
out to be nothing but a god damned
disappointment... one right after another** and he
turned and walked off as he turned to his brother who
had climbed into the casing.
"Jordan... talk to them... tell Momma and Pop that I did
what I could... and I'm doing that now..."
Jordan looked at his brother and he spat in his face.
**How can I tell Momma and Pop anyhting? I'm *dead*
remember... and *no* thanks to you!** and he closed
the casing with a loud thudding sound as David tried
to open it.
"Jordan... please... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry" he said
as he dropped to his knees and he felt a hand on his
shoulder.
**It doesn't have to be this way... you know this** the
voice said
"I don't know anymore" David said as he felt his
life's energy draining out of him.
**I'm here for you** the voice said, **let me take
away all your pain**
"I don't know how I'd do that" David said above a
whipser.
**Just... let it go. Take a deep breath** the voice
said as David closed his eyes and took a deep breath
and exhaled.
**That's right... just breathe deeply...** the voice
said as a dark shroud blanketed the CEO.
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**David... keep it together** the ANUBIS' counselor
thought but it was too late. With lightning fast
moves, David was over the table and had T'Preel
against the wall by his throat. The Romulan centurions
advanced, but David quickly pulled a phaser from
somewhere in his coat and placed it to T'Preel's head.
The Romulan merc struggled but was to no avail.
"Let me tell you something" David hissed, "*No one*
owns me! *NO ONE!* Especially someone by the likes of
*you* So next time, I'd be very, *VERY* careful how
you address me!" and he released his grip as T'Preel
slid down to the floor clutching his neck. The massive
bounty hunter glared at Zulot.
"I want to meet this *girl* you're talking
about... 2000 hours. I'll be in the poker parlor" and
he looked at Susan and pointed to the door.
Once outside, Susan looked at him.
"David... just what in the hell was that all about? Are
you trying to ruin things before we can get them
started."
David wheeled on the counselor once they entered the
lift.
"*Don't* preach to me. I'm doing my damned job. Just
do yours and stay the hell outta my way."
Susan frowned at the massive intel officer when something about his eyes... yes... that's it... his eyes...
**Oh no** she thought to herself and she tried something.
"David... I think you need some sleep... why don't you..."
"*IF* I wanted your advice on my sleeping habits I
would have asked you about them!" the CEO hissed, "but
*I* have a job to do and a missing crewmate to find so
either you're on the same page as me or get the hell
out of my way."
The lift stopped and the doors opened to the 4th floor
where the poker tables were. Before he stepped off the
lift, he glared at Susan.
"Be *here* by 1945 hours... not a second later."
She needed to be sure. His attitude in the past half
hour reminded her of his counseling sessions... and his
violent outbreak reminded her of... when he attacked
Captain Simmons back in the infirmary when she first
met him.
"And what if I'm late?" she asked. "What if I'm
talking to Serenna? Or Maya? or what if I decide to go
shopping with Commander Rikar..."
David got right in her face. "1945 hours... not a
*second* later!" and he stepped off the lift. The
arrogant swagger was back. The attitude was back.
"I got to see James and Sabrina..." she said to
herself as the lift doors closed.
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"That went over well" Zulot said, "you just have this
way with people don't you T'Preel."
T'Preel was sitting back at the table. "You hired
him... he'll do the job... and afterwards the galaxy's
reknown bounty hunter is a dead man.
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aka
Lieutenant David Dawson
2005 post #197
Setting: Dreamscape
Stardate: 60321.1820
Setting: TANGIERS ORBITAL, unknown room
Stardate: 60321.1505
Setting: TANGIERS ORBITAL, unknown room
Kreedar Brell
Reknown Bounty Hunter
Chief Engineer
USS ANUBIS NCC 18501
"A Starfleet officer...that's all I am and that's all I'll ever be."
- Avery Brooks as Captain Benjamin Sisko,
Commanding Officer of the Federation Spacestation Deep Space 9
