On the bridge of the freighter, all were quiet as the ship slowed down and dropped out of warp. Everyone knew what they had to do, and were busy keeping up the illusion that they were there simply to pick up some ore. For a moment, the bridge was silent as they waited to see if they would be met with disruptor fire or not. Then, a chime rang in all the helmets, alerting the crew to an incoming transmission.
For a brief moment, Meru let it ring. The coming seconds would determine whether they would have a fighting chance of busting Tim out of jail, or "Jason, you're our linguist..." she started, telling him to answer it.
Jason nodded his helmeted head, answered the call and in his best Breen explained that they were the freighter Relga under the command of Captain Kolot here to pick up the ore shipment.
After a moment they requested their documents. Jason sent the forgery and hoped for the best.
Tense minutes later the reply came. They were allowed entry. The Science Officer held up his thumb to indicate to Meru that they'd made it, as the Breen port authority explained the docking procedures.
"We're in," said Meru to the bridge crew as she spotted the large docking bay come into view on the slowly rotating asteroid that was home to the slave labour camp. The runabout would hopefully be following them, not too far behind and cloaked to stay safe. "Helm, take us in slowly, not to attract too much attention. The rest of us had better lock and load."
(Tag - Portland crew, lock and load)
Meanwhile, on the runabout...
Inside a cloaked runabout in Breen space, Nikki tried desperately to control her breathing and keep her hyperventilation in check. Not only was the stress of the mission getting to her, but the fact that she knew she would be relied upon -- again -- to get everyone out of there with the transporter made her nervous. The lives of the crew would be in her hands once more, and the fear that she might crack under pressure was causing her to be on the verge of a panic attack.
"The freighter is maneuvering towards the docking bay now," she called out. "Looks like captain's the ruse may have worked..."
Tyrlai put her feet up on the edge of the copilots station and took a drink of steaming Kolu. "I may have missed the planning meeting, what was the plan again?"
"Wait patiently for the crew to knock out the shields and rescue the commander, then beam them up and get out of here." Nikki paused for a moment to take a couple deep breaths as she glanced back at the cloaking device jury-rigged into the runabout's systems. "I just hope this cloaking device holds out..."
(tag - Tyrlai)
Breen prison mining facility
Inside the command center, the warden paced back and forth behind his communications officer. The freighter scheduled to pick up their latest shipment of ore had docked successfully, but was no longer responding to any hails or opening their cargo bay doors to receive the shipment. Further, an apparent radiation leak had prevented them from scanning the interior of the vessel. "Resend instructions," he called out, growing frustrated with Captain Kolot.
The communications officer resent his message, instructing the freighter to open their cargo bay doors and prepare to receive the shipment. After a few moments of non-response, a small man-sized hatch on the freighter opened and a small ramp automatically deployed.
"Gather some guards, and send in an armed boarding party. See if they need assistance."
Several minutes later, eight Breen guards barged into the dark, mysterious freighter. With a wave of the hand, the leader commanded them to activate the flashlights on their weapons. Waving their flashlights everywhere, the guards slowly made their way to the bridge of the freighter. Here, they could see evidence of activity -- control helmets sitting on consoles, etc., but no one to be found.
Suddenly, they heard a clatter across the bridge. No later than had their flashlights aimed in the direction of the clatter, did several figures leap out of the shadows. Getting the jump on them, an athletic Bajoran woman swung the butt of her disruptor rifle against the back of the neck of one of the guards.
Jason aimed his CRM 114 at the lead Breen and said. "Good day, Gentlemen, I must insist you drop your weapons. I do not want to make a mess of your commander, but I will if I have to."
The highest ranking Breen, one with a slightly more ornate uniform, froze as he stared down the barrel of a CRM 114. At such close rage, a weapon like that would surely turn everyone on the bridge into a red mist. The kind of person who would threaten them with that sort of thing was either insane, suicidal, or bluffing.
"You wouldn't," replied the commander in a series of beeps and whirrs emanating from his helmet, as he held his disruptor carbine tightly as one of his companions slowly stood up from the floor.
"You are correct." Jason said lowing his weapon. Then after looking at the other crew present, he added. "TeddyBear."
Before the Breen boarding party could wonder at his last word, they found themselves stuck to the ceiling. The Starfleet Officers were standing on the deck beneath them, as they had all activated their magnetic boots before, Jason's order had reversed the freighter's gravity plating.
They were then able to easily stun the Breen.
(tag - everyone!)
Lieutenant Jason Anderson Beauvoir
Chief Science Officer