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[As long as he and the Captain had left at different times, no one would question it. Except for the people with sharp eyes like the First Officer, inevitably lurking somewhere.
So Neil returned to his spot near the helm, lips pursed. No one would have assumed he was guilty of something if not for the slight crack in his exterior--as if he had something to be guilty about. To hell with it.]
May I be dismissed?
Can sorta move my fingers.
Of course it wasn't her job to tell the researchers to quiet the fuck down, that they should have done their scanning on the way here and not back. No such luck.
They had Dr. Byrne. Getting back to a transporter was the next priority. She couldn't hear anyone in the decks above, hardly the team--she had to look behind a few times, flanking the Captain, checking--naturally--on Mudah.
When Hazel heard whirs, clanking, the flash of green light in her periphery, the anxiety dissolved and hardened.
"Watch it." She clutched her phaser, speaking as quietly as she could. "We gotta move."
[By the time she hears someone outside, there are two officers dead at her feet. An untrained eye would have called it uncalled for, but she remembered--unfortunately--the advice given to her briefing after briefing, Captain after Captain: even if you know them, you're doing them a favor.
Not even with that in mind, two young men she'd trusted to follow her dead by her own mercy, the whole thing was a sick joke. Something she wouldn't be able to admit to herself for a while.
She has things to live for, at least. The great unknown. Family. Spitting in a certain Admiral's face, God willing.
When she hears people outside her barricade--not the clinical march of drones, but people, phasers ready and voices low, she grabs the gun without a second thought.]
State your business.
Okay, gentlemen, you heard the Captain.
Stay behind us, keep it quiet, and do not put your gun back in your belt. I'm taking questions now, but if you're smart, you won't have any.
Okay, nothing personal, but how are we supposed to save this doctor lady, get our research on the Borg, and also not get turned into kitchen supplies all at the same time?
No one really told me who to follow, so...
I'll stay by you, if it's all right.
