by Mellice Cem
90811.2300
Concurrent with That Which is Lost
-=Aboard a Stolen Orion R-4 Raider, Somewhere in Space=-
90811.2300
Concurrent with That Which is Lost
-=Aboard a Stolen Orion R-4 Raider, Somewhere in Space=-
Mellice Cem weaved in and out of the small gravity wells of the asteroid field he had found in which to hide his stolen Orion Syndicate R-4 Raider. As he did, he tried to affect some kind of repairs to the damaged engines. His introductory Bajoran curses were followed by a few more after having shocked himself not once but twice on the blown out isolinear chips and the highly unreliable gel packs.
*Really? Both isolinear chips and gel packs on this tub? Who put it together? A drug addicted engineer? Had to have been.* He thought, as he grumbled while tossing the fried chips out and the blown to hell gel packs along with them.
"Come on you Frankensteined-together rust bucket, fly already." He said, while pounding his fist on the side of the bulkhead. As if on cue --or as if his fist was what fixed it, he really didn't know at this point-- the flight controls finally came back online as well as the communications console.
"Perfect, finally back in the game. Now to see if anyone other than my current company is listening." He headed back towards the pilot’s station to get this tub moving before he became a sitting duck for the Orion Syndicate’s disrupter cannons.
Dropping himself into the pilot’s seat, he powered up the main engines once more, anxious to get back underway and see if anyone on a Starfleet secure channel was listening.
He opened the secured priority channel on the frequency he had been given; this time he widened his search for any ship in close proximity to his own stolen ship.
"This is Lieutenant Mellice Cem to any Federation vessel within range of this transmission. I'm currently aboard a stolen Orion Syndicate R-4 Raider and require assistance. I repeat, Federation assistance required for escape from pursuing Orion Syndicate forces! Mellice out."
Mellice shut the transmission down after sending the distress signal. Now it became a matter of time as he then waited to see if anyone heard his message. His small ship remained hidden within the asteroid field while the Orion ships in pursuit attempted to find the proverbial needle in a haystack.
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Lieutenant (jg) Mellice Cem
Assistant Security/Tactical Chief
USS Revolution NCC-71605-A
Discovered Federation Spy Within The Orion Syndicate
Lieutenant (jg) Mellice Cem
Assistant Security/Tactical Chief
USS Revolution NCC-71605-A
Discovered Federation Spy Within The Orion Syndicate