<USS Avalon> Background log 'Death's Attendants'

?Death?s Attendants?

-Doctors Kaiser and Fuller

(Recent Background)

 

 

 

Life on a section thirty-one outpost was quiet at best, shifty when times were 
average, and down-right dangerous if things ever got out of hand. With every 
denizen being well trained either in hand to hand combat (both in a gravity 
infused situation and in zero gravity situations), advanced weapon tactics, 
covert operations and espionage or all of the above, the outpost housed people 
who were not those with whom you wished to f-

"Damn it! Where'd the case go?" Lindsay Kaiser slammed her luggage container 
against the wall. "This is so typical of SI people. They never get anything 
right." She stared out the tiny porthole of her and Carson Fuller's quarters. 
The violent plasma storms of the Badlands shifted outside in a dangerous ballet 
of life, death, and oblivion.

"Third compartment." Carson said lazily from his spot on one of the two beds 
where he was currently reclining. "Next to your makeup kit."

Kaiser rummaged for a few more seconds before emerging victorious, a long, 
black case with an encrypted lockset held firmly under her arm. She slammed the 
case down and entered a long series of numbers, letters, a few foreign 
characters and tied it all up by pressing the 'enter' key.

The case split on several levels, spreading backwards and sliding towards her 
like some kind of mysterious tool box. Indeed, it's contents could very well 
have been mistaken for a type of alien tool, had it not been for the fact that 
they were actually the components for two long range assassin rifles.

Lindsay smoothly assembled hers, slapping and sliding pieces into place. She 
slammed the final component in, the power core, and the weapon came to life. It 
glowed in some places, namely the scope and the tracer mechanism, but other 
than that it was a simple, sleek, and efficiently deadly black.

Carson rolled over on his stomach. "Very nice. You gonna put my toys together 
too, turbo?"

The weapon felt good in her arms again, a bio-mechanical extension to her own 
weak, human flesh. She swiveled around and aimed the device at Carson's head. 


He simply regarded her with a look of lazy boredom. "So are you? I'm simply 
dying for an anwer."

A smile slid across Lindsay's lips. "Go fuck yourself."

"Already tried that one."

"I have no doubt at all."

"So I take it your answer is no."

Lindsay kissed her hand and then blew the kiss to him. "Sorry sweetie, but I 
don't like playing with your toys."

"Feelings mutual." Carson grinned, then rolled off the bed. In a few minutes, 
he too had assembled his weapon. It felt almost natural nestled in his arms.

"Ready to rock?" Lindsay had a look of derangement in her eyes.

"Hold your horses. We don't make our move till good ol? SI does. Until then, we 
wait."

The two forensic doctors/professional assassins disassembled their weapons and 
stored them away in the black case.

The door to their cabin beeped and Carson answered it in his somewhat lazy 
manner.

?Come.?

Almost as soon as the two sections had parted, a small, mouse-like man entered 
with a PADD. 

?You?re orders.? Was all he said before setting the PADD down and exiting.

After accessing the files, Lindsay read aloud. ?Function three-two-two. Great.?

?So we play the babysitter. I don?t mind a ?standby and observe? mission. 
What?s the target objective??


?The USS Allegiance.?



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