Fugitive P5: The Wait & Capture

Posted on Tue Apr 28th, 2020 @ 11:48am by Samanthia Akiashiro & Colonel S'er'in'e

Mission: After the Storm
Location: The Dive

Neon lighting from signs advertising the various drink lit the dark barroom, throwing conflicting shadows as the patrons and bar staff moved about the barroom. Groups huddled around tables lit by low wattage fixed lamps in whispered conversations, punctuated by harsh laughter or a chuckle, occasional shouts of anger and the occasional thump of flesh hitting flesh or the slap of cards and rattle of dice. The thumps of mugs, glasses and bottles against the tables filled the air, as the evening shift moved into the nightshift. Occasional sharp exclamation from a waitress from an unwanted pinch. Laughter at

Every once in a while a flare and or glow from a cigarette or pipe could be seen lighting up a face; Klingon, Human, Ferengi. Maybe a few other humanoid from across the galaxy enjoying their favorite pastime of having an smoke along with their drink to help relax in the ambience of the rough-n-tumble bar.

It look like another no show of the disguised Isotep. Samanthia glanced around the room, seeing her mate involved in something or another. She was afraid that Mr. Isotep had found another way off the station. Being practical, She could use the Latium Bars to really show a profit and getting better service in procuring real alcoholic drinks from various sectors of the galaxy for both her establishments.

He followed a group of patrons into the The Dive, blending in with them as he looked over the patrons present. Looking around taking note of the new faces that sat alone as they hadn't establish themselves with the regulars. He smiled inwardly with nothing showing on his expression at seeing Samanthia and Zeb in conference at the bar. He took his usual table, even though it was occupied by the three he played cards with and bought drinks when losing. He settled in his seat as he accepted the cards dealt to him to play.

Patience and time, two things S'er'in'e needed right now. Samanthia had told him to wait, a signal would be given, that would be his moment. As he went about his act of blending in he was keen to get this colour from his fur making sure to cover himself entirely lest errand white fur be seen and give up the game. Isotep had much to answer for, the invasion of his sanctuary, the harm to his daughter and firing upon his Mate....were they on Cait he would already be dead.

He stood languidly and moved to the bar talking a seat at the end a bit way from the patrons at the bar. He watched Samanthia help serve drinks and prep them for the serving wenches. He gave one last casual glance around the bar and signal to Samanthia for service when she looked his way.

She slipped past Zeb and made her way to Him. She glanced him over, recognizing the little telltale signs she had come to recognized from Mr. Isotep. But then there was that little nig of doubt. Flashing a quick friendly smile at the man. "Yes?" Inna business, yet practiced friendly tone.

"Bloodwine and a bit of your time." He replied, watching her intently briefly before giving another glance around the poorly lit room which his sight had adjusted to.

"Coming up." Samanthia left the bar and went into the store room for a few minutes. Soon she returned carrying a fresh bottle of Klingon wine still in its original container. She worked her back to him and grabbing a glass as she approached him. Setting them both before him. She picked up the script of Federation credit, made change for it which he waved for her to keep.

"The ship?" He simply spoke softly. "Is there a berthing I can get?" He lifted his open jacket to show the four strips of Latium as promised.

"Meet me at the Central Public Section of the Akiashiro Deck at 09 Station time." She gave a smile as she swiped a hand to brush a few stray locks of hair behind her ears that had came loose from her ponytail which she wore when working. Giving the signal to S'er'in'e, this was Mr. Isotep.

He nodded as he used his hand farthest from prying eyes of the other patron and slipped out two bars. "Rest when we meet."
Placing them on the bar to be covered immediately by a bar rag big enough to conceal the Latium. He watched her eyes narrow a bit.

"Deal was four upon notification." Samanthia quietly challenge, sweeping the bar rag and two Latium bars of the bar top and into her apron pocket. "If I don't show. You'll be asked to vacate the level."

He gave a low throated growl at having to trust her, when it should the other way around. "You fail to show, the universe will not be big enough place to hide in." Placing the last two Latium bars on bar top and watch them disappear, just as quickly as the first two.

"Yeah yeah!" Samanthia rolled her eyes at his threat and moved off to let him enjoy his blood wine.

It was him, that was the man and the one that had so much to answer for. Keeping in character he mingled through the groups and patrons alike as he closed on his target, the one indicated by his Mate. Each step demanded control, every fibre of his being demanded that wrongs be righted but he only needed but a few seconds more to close the distance. Not wanting to pause his stride he handed off his empty mug to his tail, it coiling about it to hold with each step he made. No boots made his approach silent even without the laughter, talking and typical sounds of an establishment such as this.

Surprise, shock, impact were tools he'd open with. Were this Cait then this individual would be cut down where he sat without so much as a blink from others but this was 'The Dive' and killing him outright regardless of how much it appealed would not absolve him of his wrongdoings. S'er'in'e as swiftly as he approached brought one large hand on top of Isotep's left, claws out and a firm strength applied in a bone crushing squeeze. His right at the same time grasped his head and brought it hard down onto the Isoteps glass which seemed to break the otherwise enjoyable atmosphere to silence. There was surprise, shock...impact was to follow.

S'er'in'e lowered his hand just a little as the head bounced but a little off the now shattered glass covered bar top to grasp at the mans neck seeing blood on the bar from the attack. Impact came next...to impress the severity of the situation his claws pressed into the mans neck, claws missing as if by luck the major arteries but more than capable of sinking into Splenius cervicis, Levator scapulae and the three Scalene muscle bundles of the neck and very painfully holding him in place.

S'er'in'e growled, a known growl, the same one he gave the man when he saw him holding his Daughter. He had little doubt that Isotep was in a great deal of pain afterall that was the point with his hand pinned to the bar top, his neck in a firm and damaging hold. "You attack my Mate, touch my Daughter, violate my home......Other hand, palm up, slowly onto the bar or you will never walk again....now!!" S'er'in'e bellowed as he squeezed Isotep's trapped hand to emphasise his words.

Isotep, very much in pain and dazed from the impact. Instinct brought his other hand up to his forehead to remove the offending broken glass from his face. Blinking twice as the words from S'er'in'e sunk in, he knew he was at the end of his career. He let the broken shard of glass drop to the bar top along with drop of his blood. He quickly took stock and felt the claws of the Caitian at a critical juncture of his neck. He nodded slightly enough to be noticed as he placed his empty hand on the bar face up. "What next?" Giving Samanthia a glare, as he wondered how she had spotted him even in his disguise.

He turned his attention to S'er'in'e. "So Fleeter, what next?" He sneered showing he still had fight left in him, yet he was bidding his time.

The other patrons quickly gave room to S'er'in'e and his victim, as if they had places to be other than general vicinity of the two. Letting the two of them settle their differences between them as was the practice of the patron of this seedy bar on SB 332. Other patron observed the encounter while pretending to be more focused on their business, drinking, and giving the females their attention.

As painful for the man as it was, claws burred into the flanks of his neck S'er'in'e lifted the mans head enough so that Samanthia came into view. "My Mate, has something she would like to say."

Samanthia looked at him with a soft small smile that didn't reach her eyes. They was just cold. She spoke softly. "I could give the command to my mate to shred you for invading and endangering my child and guest. By Caitian Customs and traditions, he would be compelled to obey, regardless whether he is fleet or on a Federation Base." She looked up at S'er'in'e, then back at Isotep. "But I would miss out on this."

She poured water down the front of his pants, making it look like he wet himself. The liquid would soon stink as if he did. "Oh by the way. I've put the word out that you are ratting out the rest of your organization." She nodded to S'er'in'e to remove him from her presence.

Mr. Isotep went pale at her parting words. He went limp with resignation, for now he would be the hunted, instead of the hunter.

S'er'in'e hauled the whelp away to an office in the rear making sure that it was hard for Mr Isotep to keep a solid footing, he didn't want any surprises but it seemed that his Wife had already taken care of that with her last cutting remarks. However the urge to inflict some serious harm remained for what this poor excuse of a male had done to his family. She was right however, all she would have to do was speak and he would act.