Star Trek Pirate (Closed)

[DarkBeautyGirl]

It had been a very long mission. Mission? No, it was not a mission. For her and her crew, this was a lifestyle, this was, well, life. Her life, her crew's life. For as long as she had been doing this, and it was coming up on what, 5 years now, she had never known quite what to call it. Her father, whom was legendary in her circles, the Pirating circles, always called it nothing more than a job. It was his job. To capture, buy, sell, people. Slaves. Orion slaves to be exact, with the occasional other species, not always humanoid, but always sentient, thrown in for good measure.

She refused to deal in animals. In beasts that could not think for themselves, that had no sense of self. She dealt only in intelligent, sentient beings when capturing, buying, selling.

Her father, Captain Xavier Calypso, had the same mindset. Damn she missed him.

Zaria Calypso was young for being a Captain, at 23 earth years. And yes, she was Terra, Earth, Human. Well, partially at least. Her mother was Vulcan.

Well, no matter what you called it. Her and her crew, which consisted of 7 others, one other female and the rest were male, were exhausted, and rightfully enjoying the fruits of their labor. They had sold 15 Orion slave girls to one Buyer, for a huge profit. It helped that she often trained or maybe it was better to say "schooled" some of these girls herself. Sure there was the occassional wild one. But more often than not, in her line of work, and there were plenty of Pirates in her line of work, her merchandise was considered some of the best. And she and her crew were at the top of the heap as well, reaping a huge profit time and again, and managing to stay one step or more ahead of the authorities that hunted her.

And there were many. She had bounties on her head on more planets and systems than she could even bother to remember, as did most of her crew. But here, on Talos IV, in a small space port city that was off the perverbial radar of most of the universe and certainly Star Fleet, she and her crew were enjoying the, as mentioned, fruits of their labor.

The men, of course, were quickly becoming preoccupied with the females, and several were Orion slaves that belonged to the establishment's owner, that were more than willing, for the right amount of Energy Credits, and they had plenty at this particular time.

She, and her second in Command, Alina, were at the FireWater Tavern, enjoying their libations and the downtime that was needed. Altho neither Zaria or Alina would ever let their guard down. Both scanned the room every so often, between the propositions that they fended off from the other Pirates from other crews, men of course, who were determined to get into the infamous Zaria's or Alina's pants.

As far as Alina was concerned, males were not her fortey. She much preferred the company of other females, mattered not the species.

Zaria, she did not share the same proclivities as Alina. She fully enjoyed men, when and only when she let one close. That did not happen very often and the last time had been 3 years ago, when she was 20. He was long since gone. Having been slaughtered during a raid of his ship by a rival Pirate group. She, herself had hunted down that Captain and slit his throat, and laughed as the blood splayed over her hands and arms. As far as she was concerned, that was too good for him. But she did not have the time or place to orchestrate his death over a number of days.

She had a couple of, to use an old Earth Term, one night stands since then, but that had been over a year ago as well.

For now, Zaria was happy with her life. Maybe a bit lonely, but her crew were like family to her, so she compensated with that. It was all she had, and she was not going to let anyone take that family, or the Credits that her "profession" earned her, away.

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

The night wore on. Her crew were now "entertaining" themselves with their various concubines. Even Alina had chosen a pretty female Andorian to spend the darkest hours of the night with. Zaria clapped her hand to her 2nd's shoulder with a smile.

"Go, enjoy" and she meant it. Alina was like a sister to her.

Sitting at the corner of the long bar, her back to the wall, she felt safest that way, she watched the room closely. She actually enjoyed this alone time. Watching the others, different species, humanoid and otherwise, interacting. She could not deny that there was a lot of sexual energy shimmering in the air. Of course the FireWater Tavern was known for alot more than it's generous drinks. Zaria herself had sold several Orion slave girls to the Owner, and they were well trained and so very submissive. Even now, one was dancing, more like undulating, on a large table across from where she sat. The girl's body moved with the sultry waves of water drifting slowly down a flower petal. Her entire form glistening in heat. Zaria swore she could even detect the scent of her sex.

On the opposite wall, another Orion slave was bound and ball-gagged. She was not naked, surprisingly. It was actually more alluring with her so scantily clad. Patrons would stop before her for a touch, a feel. Some grabbed a breast. Others would slide fingers beneath the bikini panty she wore, causing her to squirm and moan behind the gag as she felt those fingers begin to strum along her pussy lips, finding that delicate and very tender nub. Some laughed as she cried out behind the gag, others would force that orgasm out of her and lick their fingers.

All this was fascinating for Zaria to watch. She could not deny that she herself, often felt that heat deep within her. But none of these "men" or "males" would touch her. Many wanted to. But her reputation preceeded her. She may look like a slave girl, and she was a beauty, but she would slice the throat of any who tried. And they knew that.

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

Note for clarity
Captain Zaria Calypso's ship is a Klingon Warship that she won on a bet
The ship is named: Comet Tail

 

[ERedBoyd]

Captain Victor Hamilton, Captain of the Starship Valiant, sat partially sitting on the edge of his seat, studying Talos IV as it slowly rotated on his view screen. His senior staff all waited on bated breath for the word to come in. There was no secret among the crew of his vessel that the Captain had grown rather obsessed with the hunting down and capturing of Captain Zaria Calypso or her vessel the Comet Tail.

3 years back, he was on convoy mission for a pair of transports heading to Earth when she had ambushed his ship disabling it fairly quickly. He had only been the XO at the time, but when the attack on his ship was done and his Captain killed, he could do nothing but watch as the pirates raided and destroyed the convoys which held a number of freed slaves from one of the Orion syndicate cells. He had had no choice but to order and evacuation of the USS Abyss which of course exploded shortly after, killing nearly half of his crew... including his own daughter he would find out later.

He had quickly been given command of the Valiant and was charged with hunting down and destroying all pirate vessels whom came anywhere near Federation territory. He had gotten good at his work... very good. He had shut down several operations during the 3 years to follow but he had never found the one who set him on this path initially... until recently. That was the worst part of it as well... anytime he had gotten leads on Calypso or her vessel, by the time he would get there to investigate, the ship would be gone sometimes hours before they arrived. It was infuriating to him.

However this time... things were set. Intelligence sources he had cultivated outside of Starfleet had told him of the Klingon vessel's location and he had put his vessel in orbit on the other side of the planet outside of their sensors. He had sent several of his non-terrans down to scout things out to make sure she was there. He had already called for the Starship Enterprise, which was the closest ship to him though still 8 hours away to rendezvous with them for the attack.

He had prepared his shuttles with his assault forces and identified dozens of beam in spots for even more of his people to beam into for the intent and purpose of capturing the entire crew so he could have them hauled away.

Now, all he could do was wait for validation now of the targets....

"Sir," Ensign Callen said from her place at communications...

"Go ahead." Hamilton said turning to look at her.

"Validation has been given. We are receiving the coordinates now! They are at... a place called the Red Falcon. Crewman Mot just confirmed." she said with a smile.

Captain Hamilton growled, "EXCELLENT!!! We still aren't detected right?"

"There is no signs of detection by the Comet Tail. Bare minimum crew as well from our scanners." The Andorian Lieutenant at operations said.

"OUTSTANDING!" The captain yelled out with more enthusiasm than he had intended. He said, "Ensign, notify the Enterprise we are going in while we got them!"

He turned and headed to the turbolift saying, "Lieutenant Tanok, you have the bridge! I will be joining the primary assault team!"

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

The Red Falcon was the Inn that was adjacent to the FireWater Tavern. More importantly, it had beds in it. Well, rooms with beds, rooms with chains, rooms with X-frames, rooms with swings, rooms with bathing tubs. It was well stocked for what it was. A place to fuck, bathe, and sleep. In that order. Or perhaps, fuck in the bath and sleep. Or perhaps fuck, sleep, fuck again and bathe.

This night, Zaria had scored a comfortable room for just her. A bed, a bathing tub. None of the other "toys" for sex. The Owner, of course, had a soft spot for her. He had known her father. He had purchased several very talented slaves from her. And he had learned the hard way, by getting his right knee broken, that she was NOT one for the taking. He respected that.
So he often saved this very room just for her, when he knew she was coming.

She had just bathed and settled into bed with a deep sigh when the communication came buzzing thru.

"Wake Up" was all it said. For Zaria, that was code. Sent to her by one of her contacts. She had 3 main points of contact. HAD being the operative word.

Stenson had been found out. The man just could not keep his mouth shut when drunk and with a beautiful female. Even tho he, at the time, was a Major in Star Fleet, he had been loyal to Zaria's father and therefore, loyal to her. Until he opened his yap one night. She was lucky he had lasted as long as he had, but the more power he gained as he advanced, the more he drank and used that power to, well, fuck any female he could. He was currently now on Prison planet Zed Delta. And word had it he was not fairing well.

It was Zaria's good fortune and luck that she had found out about his slip up before it could hurt her.

Her other contact was a Vulcan named Lukard. He was not particularly high ranking, but he was a trusted associate of many high ranking Officers. Lukard had vowed his loyalty to Zaria when she captured the Pirate ship that had raided a Vulcan outlying planet and had taken his sister to sell as a slave. Vulcan slaves were highly prized. Zaria had defeated that ship, and when claiming the "merchandise" had befriended the Vulcan girl, and subsequently free'd her, paying for her return to her home planet. Lukard had found out and swore his loyalty to Zaria and he had been good on his word.

Between him and Ensign Callen, a female that had recently come into Zaria's inner circle, she was well informed most of the time.
It was Callen that sent the Wake Up message. That meant she was close. Callen worked on a Fleet Enforcer Vessel. One that, along with many others, hunted her and her crew.

"SHIT"

To be continued...

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

The first thing Zaria did was send a coded message to her crew on the Comet Tail.

It was one word. One word only. RUN

She never told her crew to run unless the situation was dire. RUN meant for her crew to begin the process of beaming up the men, and Alina, who were on planet. Her first responsibility was to get them back to the ship. She was vulnerable when off ship, they all were. And she knew it. But they had needed the break.

Now she was hoping this break would not be the end of them.

The first one beamed back to the ship was Alina. Zaria had been clear when these plans were put in place. If in a compromised position, Alina was always the first one to be "rescued" or beamed back to the ship. Then the others, with her being last. Her crew was the most important thing to Zaria, from Alina right down to the guy, Wendel, who cooked their meals.

Her ship could only beam 2 people at a time. And there were 10 of them on the planet. Her and the Doctor, would be the last. The Doctor, Dr. Jakob Merlin, had worked with her father, and now he worked with her. Every ship needed a trusted Doctor. And he, in her eyes, was one of the best. He was older, smart, and could fight like a caged tiger. A perfect combination for her and her crew. And they all trusted him completely.

Her door burst open and the Doctor stumbled in. It was clear he had been disturbed, either in the mid of "enjoying" himself with a concubine, or simply just bathing. Be that as it may, he was naked, wet, and wrapped in nothing more than a towel. Altho he did have his Laser sidearm in hand.

"Captain Zee, we have been found" was all he could get out before the yelling started at the other end of the hall.

"FUCK" Zaria spit. Even though Callen had gotten the warning to them, it was not the most well timed warning. It was clear that the "Hunters" were already on planet, and closing in.

"Come on" Zaria snarled, pulling a tunic on over her barely clad, having just gotten into bed, body, and grabbing her own Laser sidearm.

But when the Doctor and she emerged into the hallway, they were face to face with the "Hunters"

 

[ERedBoyd]

Doctor Jensen Marshall sat inside his small little makeshift medical office which was tucked into the back corner of a building on the outskirts of the city a block from the Red Falcon Inn and FireWater tavern. He looked down at his patient, a Bolian who had been in a knife fight with an Andorian and said, "How many times have I told you NOT to get into knife fights... this time it is going to cost you... No I don't want to here it!" He arched his eye as the Bolian had been about to argue, "The last two knife wounds I gave you free... this time it is going to cost you 25 credits before I touch it... cough it up!"

The Bolian, who name was Mos and ran with the Red Falconeers gang, glared up at him and said, "I ... don't have that kind of money..."

Jensen closed his medical tricorder that he had built from scraps of medical scanning equipment and said, "Well... good luck. Don't bleed all over my floors as you leave!"

"You... you aren't going to leave me... like this?!?!" Mos said holding his cut arm up.

"I ain't Starfleet no more. Maybe back then I would have, but this guy has to eat... so no money, no treatment. Now leave." Jensen said as he packed his tricorder away.

Mos stood up glaring at him saying, "This is bad doc. I could die... "

"Don't care. Leave." the Doctor said coldly.

Mos reached with his good hand for his phaser he had rebuilt from a bunch of scraps and said, "You will fix me ... or you will die."

Jensen turned to face Mos saying, "You thugs are all alike. Think you can come in and just get what you want because you are you. Fucking moron... besides the power cell is cracked on it so it is no good to you!"

Mos's eyes hesitated a moment and shifted for a moment from him to the phaser. It was all Jensen needed as he pulled out his Klingon kur'leth from under his own coat and swung hard, sheering Mos's phaser hand clean off!!!

Mos screamed out in pain as his phaser hand fell to the ground! Jensen leapt forward at Mos while he was in shock and grabbed the Bolian by the injured arm causing even more screaming and threw him bodily out of his office into the alleyway!

"I am going to kill you!!!!" Mos screamed out, "When I get this fixed, me and the boys is gonna kill you!!! I will chop your body to pieces!!"

Jensen leapt down onto the ally and holding his weapon and send Mos scrambling into the darkness cursing his name! Once he was sure Mos was gone, he turned to head back into the office when the sound of phaser fire rang out through the streets! Jensen darted to pick up the perfectly working phaser Mos had been about to use on him, then darted to the other end of the alley to see what was going on.

A young woman with dark raven hair was struggling to carry an old white haired man who had clearly been injured out of an ally just a few meters up from him. She turned her head and fired into the alleyway! More phaser fire shot out from within the alley itself and he could hear more voices yelling from deeper in the alley.

Her eyes locked on his a moment and he was stunned to see NO fear in her eyes at all! She was carried her father apparently out of the alley being attacked by thugs or someone further in. She saw his phaser in hand and hesitated too, but he waved her towards him mouthing the words, "Over here! I can keep you safe!!"

The old man staggered to his knees clearly injured with blood oozing down his side from a phaser shot! Jensen threw caution into the wind and darted over to them and hooked the old man by the arm and said, "Come on... cover for us!"

He carried him pretty much entirely on his own back to his own alley and into his medical office while she kept her back to them and fired back at whoever was firing at them! Once he got the old man inside, he heard her scream out in pain as well and he spun to see her falling back from lucky shot.

The old man saw it too and growled, "N... no! Sa... save her! Please!"

He sat the old man down and turned for the woman when the old man handed him something round and hard. A sonic grenade?! How the hell would a man like this get hold of this kind of tech? It didn't matter! He flipped open the lock on it, ran to the edge of the alley and flung it hard towards the oncoming force. For one split second before the grenade went off, he realized it wasn't thugs! It was fucking Starfleet!

The grenade went off and sent the troops flailing through the air and crashing all around them. He had turned his back and grabbed the woman who also was hurt in the shoulder now and pulled her into his office, slamming the door closed and locking it!

He looked to the two of them and could see the old man was worse off than her, but all three were dead if Starfleet got in! He ran over to panel he had installed in his office, a panic room of sorts, lined to block all scans of any kind. He peeled open the door and said, "Inside... quick!"

He helped the old man inside... he was so weak! So very weak! His skin was pale, his coat damp with blood. He put him in a seat and then looked to the woman who held her shoulder as well, clearly injured. He said, "I will get rid of them... please...stay here and stay quiet. The old man needs medical attention... there is a medkit over on the wall... hurry."

Jensen scrambled up the ladders to the main floor and closed the panel and secured it, covering it up with a dirty rug. He heard voices coming from outside, "They went down this alley! No... over there! Spread out and search the area! She CAN'T get away!!"

As they reached his clinic, he turned and shot at the blood stains from the old man and vaporized it leaving a burned mark. He spun shoving the phaser into his own belt when the door was kicked open and three Starfleet security burst into the clinic, phaser rifles out and searching!

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

It all happened so fast. But then again, that was how things happened when you were a hunted pirate who dealt mainly with illegal slave cargo.

She no more than got out into the hallway when the Star Fleet forces arrived, phasers out and firing. The bounties on her head said dead or alive, but most of the time, bounty hunters or Star Fleet simply read that as dead. And she was notorious for killing a number of Star Fleet officers in her time, never mind Bounty Hunters. And her father had killed double what she did. Her name, Calypso, carried weight.

She herself, was quick and agile like a earth cheetah. But with the Doctor at her side, that slowed her down. He could fight with the best of them, but this was overwhelming. And, she heard several of her crew, who had not been beamned up as of yet, what the FUCK was taking Alina so long? Her crew were screaming. They were fighting, blasting as best they could. But they had been caught with their perverbial pants down. And the numbers were overwhelming.

She killed several. She was a crack shot after all. But the Doctor did not fair as well and was struck, more than once.

Backed into a corner, she and the Doctor were forced to jump from the 2nd floor balcony of the Inn to the ground. She managed to roll to her feet, the Doctor collapsed.

"Go" he moaned. But Zaria would not leave him. She could not save her other crew members, this was affirmed when she heard the crackle of the communicator.

"Transporter malfunction, under attack"

"GO" She screamed into the device. "Go. Alpha Zed Number 9!!!"

It was code, again. To retreat to the one place where she knew they would be safe and could regroup. A abandoned rock of a planet in Klingon space. Alpha Zed 9 was small, and not a place one would ever chose to spend time on. But it was safe, hidden in the heart of an asteroid field. A talented pilot could get them in and out safely and Murdock was one of the best.

"ALINA, MURDOCK, FUCKING GO!"

"But Captain....." Zaria heard the distinct sound of Transphasic torpedoes hitting her ship.

"GET THE COMET OUT OF HERE! THAT IS A DIRECT ORDER!"

"YES CAPTAIN"

She had gathered the Doctor against her and was desperately fighting to find some refuge.

She saw arms waving. "Over here! I can keep you safe!!"

Zaria trusted no one. But right now, she had no other choice. Her options were running thin. More shots lasered past her. Another striking the Doctor causing another yowl of pain.

"Come on... cover for us!" the man implored

The Stranger grabbed and carried the Doctor pretty much entirely on his own back to his own alley and into his medical office while she kept her back to them and fired back at whoever was firing at them! Zaria had almost made it to the office as well when the phaser shot hit her hard in the right shoulder, the pain flaring thru her with a white hot heat.

She cut off her scream with a pained curse "FUUUUCCCKKKK"

The Doctor saw and heard it too growling, "N... no! Sa... save her! Please!"

Zaria felt hands grabbing her and yanking her through a door, she stumbling in and falling to her knees, grasping her shoulder as the door slammed behind her.

"I will get rid of them... please...stay here and stay quiet. The old man needs medical attention... there is a med kit over on the wall... hurry." he pushed them both into another room and a door slid shut and locked. A panic room. Her father had one on his ship. The Comet did not have such luxury.

Jensen scrambled up the ladders to the main floor and closed the panel and secured it, covering it up with a dirty rug. He heard voices coming from outside, "They went down this alley! No... over there! Spread out and search the area! She CAN'T get away!

Zaria heard the voices as well, heard the phaser fire, the door slamming open, Star Fleet voices, demanding to search, demanding to know where she had gone and the man explaining that she was NOT there.

She looked around the room. Effectively she was trapped. It was NOT a feeling that she liked. But she had no choice. There were no windows, no other doors. If that man decided to give her up, she was as good as dead. Just as that thought hit her, her shoulder sent a searing jolt of pain down her arm and across her back, nearing bringing her to her knees. But she fought thru it and retrieving the Med Kit, she turned to the Doctor.

But, sadly, it was too late. "Take care of yourself Kitten" he whispered, using his pet name for her from when she was a child. His words were soft, but loud enough for that mysterious man to hear as he re-entered the panic room, the thudding of Star Fleet boots fading away.

To be continued...

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

Zaria backed away from the now stilled body of the Doctor. Her friend.

She very rarely cried. It showed a weakness she did NOT like to expose to anyone. But between the pain shooting thru her and now the death of her friend, the tears gleamed in her eyes, but did not fall. She would NOT show that weakness. She would NOT.

She found herself at the opposite end of the room, her own laser in hand and pointed at the Stranger. Yes, he had helped her. But again, she trusted no one.

"Who are you?" her voice was steady, until another wave of pain shot thru her arm and back, causing her to wince at the very end of the question.

Her mind was racing.

Her ship was gone, she knew that. The tracking device she wore on her wrist had turned from green to yellow to red. Meaning simply that her ship was no longer in range. BUT, the good news was that it did not shut down, which would have happened if the ship had been destroyed. They would come back for her, of that she was sure.

The question was, how damaged where they and when would they be back?

Warily she watched the Stranger as he approached.

"I asked you a question, who are you?"

 

[ERedBoyd]

"I asked you a question, who are you?"

"Well that is a fine way to thank a man who just saved your live...ss... oh no..." Jensen said as he reached into the medkit and pulled out a small tricoder and scanned the old man. He knew what he would get before he tried. The old man's eyes stared up blank and empty. He reached down and gently closed his eyes and said, "I ... am sorry about... your father..."

He felt the phaser pressed at his chest and he slowly looked to her saying, "Killing me isn't going to change anything so please... put that down and let me help you."

He stared at her defiantly facing her down until she finally winced once more and lowered her gun. He said, "Thank you. Take off your top."

That defiance sprang up in her eyes again and he said, "Typical female... think everything is about getting into your pants. Take your fucking top off so I can clean your wound properly and maybe I can heal you..."

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

She stared at him. Her eyes reflected more than one emotion. Confusion, Pain, Definance. One thing that her eyes did not show was fear of any kind.

"I ... am sorry about... your father..."

"He was not my father"

She was not about to explain any further. Did he know who she was? Not that she ever claimed to be famous. But her face was pretty well known, at least among bounty hunters, Star Fleet, and others.

He felt the phaser pressed at his chest and he slowly looked to her saying, "Killing me isn't going to change anything so please... put that down and let me help you."

He stared at her defiantly facing her down until she finally winced once more and lowered her gun. "Thank you. Take off your top."

That defiance sprang up in her eyes again. What the fuck was he asking? Her mind was reeling. Her ship, her crew, her friend, the pain, being trapped, with a stranger.

"Typical female... think everything is about getting into your pants. Take your fucking top off so I can clean your wound properly and maybe I can heal you..."

"Into my pants???!!!" she nearly spit. "YOU think THAT's what I was thinking? Think again Asshole"

Her eyes were glaring, her cheeks red. Not in embarrassment, but in anger. She HATED being thought of as a typical Female. HATED IT!

"If I even had an inkling that SEX was what you wanted, I would have already sliced off your balls fed them to you while I slit your fucking throat" She twisted back and away from him and the pain tore thru her once again, cutting off her words.

He was right, the wound needed to be tended to before she tore it open any further and infection set in. Any infection could so easily kill you if not treated quickly. And Lord knew she needed to be able to use her arm again. Any more damage and that may not be so easy. As it was her arm was nearly useless, and anytime she tried to move it, she could feel the ripping and tearing of skin, muscle, sinew, feel the blood flowing, feel the weakness threatening to overtake her.

Wincing, she shook her head to dissipate her anger.

"Sorry" her voice a low growl as she slipped the meager tunic off that she had been wearing. Underneath, nothing more than a basic black bra and white, what looked like mens, boxers. It was what she found comfortable when sleeping and giving her enough modesty if she was "disturbed" while in bed.

Blood ran down her right arm and along her back. Her shoulder torn open, red, burned. The pain flaring thru her was more than she was letting on.

 

[ERedBoyd]

He knew that this woman was absolutely like a caged animal in pain. They were the most dangerous when they were at this point. Well, if she thought he was going to let her kill him just because she was scared, she could go to hell. He picked up his tricorder and said, "That looks bad... through and through."

He ran the scanner over the immediate wound and winced saying, "This... is going to require surgery It torn through most of your shoulder muscles which is why your arm doesn't want to work. Extensive nerve damage... you might lose your arm if we don't deal with this quickly."

He reached into his kit and pulled out a hypospray and said, "This has some pain killers in it, should help with the pain. May I?"

Jensen's eyes remain locked hers and he could see her hand tense on the weapon. He said, "You can give it to yourself if you want... or you can just sit and suffer. Your choice but that looks incredibly painful."

Finally, she exposed her beautiful bare neck and he slowly moved up and pressed it into her neck. He reached out and caught her as her eyes rolled into her head and she collapsed unconscious. He said, "Well... the pain is not bothering you now for a while. Sorry sweetheart, but I can't have you trying to kill me every time I make a decision for you...."

He slipped out of the room and peeked around. No one was there. He glanced out the window and saw teams of starfleet combing the streets clearly on the hunt for her. He looked down at the sleeping beauty and said, "You must be a badass to have half of Starfleet hunting you."

He ran to one of his lockers and pulled out a statis field generator and headed back down into the room with her. There were two cots in there so he laid her unconscious on one of the and set the field over her to put her in a standard statis field to slow her from bleeding out. He would need to gather a few things to repair her arm if she was going to keep it and that was going to be nearly impossible to do with Starfleet crawling all over the place.

It would take her nearly 4 days to gather everything up, dodging Red Falconettes and Starfleet to collect the tools he would need to help her. She remained in the panic room in statis. On the first night, he had gone in and removed the old man, but not before taking all his possessions from him and putting them in a box. He had incinerated the corpse and cleaned up the cot. Didn't do anyone any good to try and heal a person with a rotting corpse nearby.

He had stripped her down to her boxers and examined her to ensure she wasn't hurt anywhere else. He managed to heal a series of scars on her stomach that clearly had come from knives. He HATED knife fighting. Finally was able to get in and clean the wounds properly... perform microscopic surgery to heal her neural paths into her arm before he got to rebuilding the damaged arm as well.

What really surprised him was how long Starfleet had been in orbit and searching the city. Word was she had brought the Enterprise itself there and had later chased away a the pirate ship 'The Comet Tail' away. No idea what happened to that ship. But if it had been the Comet Tail, then his patient fit the description of Captain Zaria Calypso herself. There was a HUGE bounty for her head and all it would have taken was to raise the alarm and let her be captured.

Rather, he sat there in the panic room after 4 days and a number of procedures later staring at his patient, the most wanted pirate in the sector and she was naked and helpless under a thin sheet with her arm secured in a regeneration sling he had traded for a case of Saurian Brandy he had stashed away. He had run another scan over her once more finding her arm was about as repaired as he could make it given her limited resources and finally said, "Well... listen sweetheart..." He press the hypo into her neck once more saying, "Please don't try to kill me..." He held her phaser but didn't point it at her, sat in the cot opposite of her and waited for her to come to.

As she stirred, he said, "Your arm is healed but any quickly movements and you could tear the muscles once more... so please... don't do anything rash..." He had a plate of fruit and some nutrition bars on a table next to her with a few bottles of water.... He sat back and waited...

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

The world went black. One minute she was looking at a Stranger who was offering to help her. The next minute and there was nothing but blackness. No dreams, no nothing.

When light finally did break thru the shadows, it was a slow process. Long creeping tendrils that curled and twisted and fluttered into her mind, her thoughts. She felt weak, as of she had been sleeping for too long, and the shadows of sleep did not want to let her go.

Her dark eyes widened as she tried to comprehend what had happened. Celebrating. Drinks. Her crew, at least some of them, enjoying, relaxing, for the first time in many weeks. Even she had let her guard down and had imbibed, and dared to take a room at the Inn attached to the Tavern. It was rare she did that, more often than not electing to sleep on the Comet. But the beds here were so comfortable, and the bath, it had been so long since she had soaked in a real, deep, bathtub.

But she remembered then, it had cost her. Doc was dead. She was willing to bet, as her thoughts became more coherent, that more than likely some of her crew were dead, injured, or captured. She had told the Comet to RUN, so it was certainly on it's way to it's safe place to regroup.

They would be back for her.

But until then, she was alone. Completely alone.

Except for this Stranger, now sitting in front of her, just watching her.

Her shoulder ached, but the sharp nearly debilitating pain was gone. She distinctly remembered the hot, searing laser rifle blast that had torn into her. She was lucky her arm was even still functional, now, it was nearly back to normal. Nearly.

Was this man a Doctor?

"Your arm is healed but any quick movements and you could tear the muscles once more... so please... don't do anything rash..." He had a plate of fruit and some nutrition bars on a table next to her with a few bottles of water....

"Who are you?" Her words and voice held that underlying growl, much like a caged animal trying to regain control.

Her father had taught her, never, ever, ever, show fear.

Even as he spoke, her eyes were darting around the room, taking in everything. He did not present like a mercenary, soldier, or bounty hunter. Hell if he had been any of those he would have known about the bounty on her head, she would be in chains by now, or dead.

Her eyes fell to the fruit, water. He WAS trying to help her. He didn't know who she was.

Again she said, her voice stronger this time.

"I'm Callie" She NEVER gave her real name to Strangers. She was Callie Phylo to any Strangers.

"Who are you again? And why are you helping me?"

It was obvious she was wanted. More than likely he thought she was nothing more than a petty criminal. What was in it for him for helping her either way? Her guard was up, that was more than obvious by her body language.

 

[ERedBoyd]

"I'm Callie"
Right... bogus name. She had to realize her face was on wanted posters all over the Beta Quadrant... hell maybe even the Alpha Quadrant as well. No... this was Zaria or he would eat his boots.

"Who are you again? And why are you helping me?"

Well.. 'tit for tat' he thought as he said, "My name is Ethan. As to your second question, the truth is, I will help anyone who is wanted by Starfleet. Starfleet and I aren't on... speaking terms so to speak. Here..."

He offered her one of the bottles of water and when she hesitated, he smiled and said, "You have been absolutely helpless and at my mercy for 4 days now and if I had wanted to hurt you or... poison you... I could have easily done so. As your Doctor, I am ordering you to drink."

Seeing more hesitation, he popped the top and took a sip himself to prove it wasn't poisonous and then handed it to her. He said, "I don't know what your story is, but Starfleet is still in orbit and hunting... you I presume. They even sent the Enterprise off to hunt down some klingon ship as well so who knows how that went."

He studied her reactions and as she sat up, the sheet slipped from her breast and he said, "Umm... you might want to..."

Seeing a flush, she pulled the sheet back over her and he said, "I... had to ... dispose of your friend. I collected his things and put them in that box there. I don't think I could have even done anything for him if it had been me down here. Your things are over there as well." He pointed towards a small chair where her boots and clothes sat neatly stacked up.

His eyes set on her and said, "The way I see it Callie... you must of done something pretty noticeable to get the attention of 2 star ships. I don't know how long I can keep you hidden here, but you are welcome to stay here if you need it till you can figure out a way to get off planet."

 

[DarkBeautyGirl]

"I don't know what your story is, but Starfleet is still in orbit and hunting... you I presume. They even sent the Enterprise off to hunt down some Klingon ship as well so who knows how that went."

She let the words sink in. The Enterprise. They had sent the Enterprise. She had no desire to deal with Kirk again. Thank the stars that her pilot was good. One of the best as far as she was concerned. If they got to warp speed, and worm-holed their way out, they would be safe. Even Starfleet, even the Enterprise, would not venture into Klingon space without prior authorization and even if they DID get authorization, the rock that was Alpha Zed 9 would not be on their radar to look. She had to trust her crew were safe.

"Umm... you might want to..."

That look in her eyes indicating she was deep in thought vanished at his voice and the cool tickle of a breeze that suddenly brushed across a pinkened nipple.

Flushing deeply, she drew the sheet back up, covering herself, now realizing she was naked for the most part, drawing the sheet tightly around her. She had no weapons. She was vulnerable. But if he lunged at her, she would fight to the death before she would let him......

"I... had to ... dispose of your friend. I collected his things and put them in that box there. I don't think I could have even done anything for him if it had been me down here. Your things are over there as well." He pointed towards a small chair where her boots and clothes sat neatly stacked up.

His words interrupted her thoughts and she followed where he pointed with her eyes.

"The way I see it Callie... you must of done something pretty noticeable to get the attention of 2 star ships. I don't know how long I can keep you hidden here, but you are welcome to stay here if you need it till you can figure out a way to get off planet."

Her heated gaze turned to him.

Ethan, he had said his name was Ethan and that he and Starfleet were not exactly the best of friends.

There were many that hated Starfleet. Many that loved Starfleet. And a good many that cared less.

Zaria/Callie cared less. Starfleet, as far as she was concerned were just like any other law enforcement. Except they were much more "universal" so to speak than planet bound law enforcement. Mattered not to her, the bounty she carried was the same no matter who captured, or killed her and her crew.

Doc was gone. That memory hit her yet again. She had depended on him, as a friend, let alone as a Physician. She knew she was young to be commanding a pirating ship. But Doc had always managed to convince her that she could do it, that she had her father's intuition, her father's intelligence, her father's inner strength.

Now he was gone.

But she could not dwell on that. Ethan knew she was more than a petty street criminal. It was more than obvious that he was not stupid. Yet he was still willing to help her, knowing it could get him in trouble as well. Why?

Zaria trusted no one. And she did not trust Ethan.

But she was alone, hunted. She was in a vulnerable situation and she knew it. And she hated it. And she was more than pissed at herself for letting herself get into this situation.

"If you would leave the room, I would like to get dressed" her voice was very matter of fact, and had that hint of I'm used to being in charge so do as I say to it.

It was not like he had any place to go as the room was pretty much self inclusive. But with a nod, he got up and headed to the door, stepping thru and letting it close, but not really click, behind him.

Zaria, in her haste to get some clothes on, feeling even more uneasy being naked, did not notice that the door itself did not click closed. She got to her feet, dragging the sheet with her and made her way over to her where her clothes lay neatly folded.

It was not her usual "uniform" that she wore when on the ship. On ship, it was almost always a one peice jumpsuit type of outfit that clung to every curve, but allowed freedom of movement. Here, to come on planet, she had donned nothing more than a pair of black slacks and a tan tunic, belted in the middle with a black belt. She wanted to look, well, common. And she did. With her long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked like any other legitimate trader or shopper just visiting the planet. Her most striking feature, her golden eyes, were often a dead giveaway to any who noticed. It was always mentioned in any wanted poster, or communication. The Pirate, the Outlaw, with the golden eyes. But it wasn't like she could just change the color of her eyes, other than with contacts or surgery and she hated the idea of both. She had her father's eyes, his were as golden as her own. It was a connection to her father she refused to give up.

Stubborn, she was.

She let the sheet drop to the floor and pulled on the form fitting black pants. It was as if her legs, hips and ass were painted in the deepest ebony. The tunic was not quite as form fitting, but it danced lightly over the swell of her breasts and came to rest at her hips. The soft material caressing her nipples gently, a feeling she always enjoyed albeit she would never admit to that. A touch to her nipples, fingers, tongue, lips, let alone the gentle caress of simple fabric, had always been a bit of a, enticement to her. Again, she would never ever admit that.

The belt slipped about her waist, she now felt infinitely more comfortable. Turning toward the door, it was then she noticed it was open ever so slightly. Had he been watching?

 

[ERedBoyd]

'Ethan' hadn't needed to try to peek in because he had something better. He was in his office holding a table which held 4 viewers on it... one for each camera hidden in the room. He had a bird's eye view of her in her entirety as she slowly dressed. He couldn't help but admire the curves of her body, her careful examination of herself as she dressed. He even smiled as her nipples pressed into the fabric of the tunic and made their presence known.

His smile faded though as a silent alarm went off and he flipped to another camera, this one at the back entrance of his shop. Three men stood there and he groaned, "Shit... knew this was coming."

Closing the PADD and sliding it under the desk in a hidden drawer, he got up and picked up a disruptor pistol he had stolen from Mos after he killed him and walked back to the main room. He noticed the secret door was cracked open and cursed his attention to details. He heard a buzz from the back and Ethan stopped a moment, cracked the door open a little bit to look at Callie saying, "Please... stay here and stay quiet."

He closed the door before she could raise her argument and closed it, sliding the rug back in place. It was old school but it worked for these kinds of fools.

Jensen stood back up and looked at the back door and sighed, "Well... here goes."

He reached the door and opened it. Three men stood on the outside glancing about trying to make sure they didn't look out of place. Two men he didn't know.. one was a tall mean looking Nausican while the other was an equally large Orion man as well. The third man he knew quite well though, a tired old looking human named Bixby. He said, "I figured I would be seeing you Bixby."

"Does it really surprise you? I mean... after what you did? Listen, I don't want to talk out here, let's go inside and ... put that thing away would ya." Bixby said as he pushed past him and headed in followed by his two goons.

He tucked the disruptor away and closed the door after they came in. He said, "I would offer you refreshment, but I don't you here any longer than absolutely necessary."

Bixby laughed and pulled his own flask out and said, "No need... I brought my own."

Jensen kept his hand tight on the gun which was tucked in his belt as the two goons searched the room a moment, and nodded the all clear to Bixby. He said, "So ... let's talk. What happened with Mos?"

"Mos was being... Mos. He came in demanding services without payment. I told him no, he attacked me, I fought back and I killed him." Jensen said calmly, noticing the rug over the secret panel seemed a little off.

"Mos was always a free-loader. Well.. here..." Bixby reached to his pocket and pulled out a bag with metal clinking inside saying, "5 strips of latinum should cover his costs." He handed it to Jensen who took it and checked to make sure it was real. He then tucked it aside saying, "I take it you wish to continue my services then."

"Of course. You are the best doctor on the block." Bixby said with a chuckle.

"I am the only doctor on the block." Jensen said dryly, causing Bixby to laugh.

Bixby took another sip of his flask and Jensen caught movement on the rug once more... was she trying to listen in?

Bixby said, "We have a problem though... you see... Mos was tasked to do a job for my friends and you killed him. You know what that means right?"

Jensen growled to himself muttering, "Figures... As a member of the Syndicate, you kill someone else tasked with a job, you get the job."

Bixby smiled and patted his shoulder saying, "Exactly. So... you killed my boy and since i was his handler, now I am your handler... you get me?"

"I am a doctor, not a smuggler or gun runner." Jensen protested.

"Doesn't matter. You knew the rules... you broke the rules. You either finish his job... or ... " Bixby tipped his head back to his two boys.

Jensen fell silent for a little bit knowing he was kind of screwed. He said, "What... is the job?"

Bixby smiled saying, "I knew I you was a good one when I recruited you. So... there is a shipment of Talarian phaser rifles that are being held at the Warehouse on M'kta and 5th. Shipment has 18 crates in it scheduled to leave day after tomorrow. It is guarded pretty heavily. We need 2 of those crates and a crate of energy packs for them. Simple. You got 3 days to get them for us. Deliver them to my garage by 8PM on Saturday."

Jensen growled and finally nodded, resigning to his fate. That warehouse was owned by the Trax family, which included a large family of Trills. A group not to mess with.

He escorted all three of them out of his office. Once he was alone once more, he glanced back and saw the door opened to the room underneath and he walked over saying, "I take it you heard all of that?"