8th host, Vede Redal: Another day, another business opportunity

Posted on Mon Oct 25th, 2021 @ 6:19pm by Lieutenant Myne Redal
Edited on on Thu Dec 23rd, 2021 @ 2:37pm

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Deep space, Cardassian Border
Timeline: Unknown
961 words - 1.9 OF Standard Post Measure

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~~ Engineering Bay of the Plausible Deniability ~~

The ship rocked as phasers struck the ship. The Frengi marauder ship, the *Plausible Deniability* rocked again as the Cardassian Galor class ship kept giving chase. Phaser and direct energy weapons flying both ways as the *Plausible Deniability* kept trying to escape the ambush.

"This is a disaster. I told you that DaiMon Tegal no longer has the instinct for profits!" The tall, well-built non-Ferengi man hissed angrily at the Ferengi operating the consoles next to his.

"How are we going to get out of this one. Our jumpdrives still need time to reboot!" One of the Ferengi muttered in a low breath.

Looking up at the warpcore in the Engineering section of the ship, the man shook his head. "It is time, he will be the death of us. Rule 235, Duck; death is tall."

"What does that mean? There's nothing we can do now except wait to be blown up by the Cardassian patrol!!" Another Ferengi said in a fearful tone.

"Rule 239, Never be afraid to mislabel a product." The man smiled and backed away from the console. "Have I not brought you better profits than the DaiMon? Have I not salvage his squandered business opportunities?" He asked the Ferengi in Engineering as the ship rocked again hard.

"Yes, you have. But this is the DaiMon we are talking about." A rather tall Ferengi raised a rather valid concern in a worried tone.

"Rule 9, Opportunity plus instinct equals profit. I have a plan and the Cardassians have given us an opportunity. Do you all want to profit and live, or not?!" The man said loudly this time around, arms wide open and turning slowly to look around the Ferengi in Engineering, smiling broadly as the ship rocked around them once more.

"What about the cargo? The Cardassians will not let us escape with the cargo." Came the next and last concern of the Engineering crew.

"Leave that to me. You two, hurry up in rebooting the warpcore, the rest of you, with me to the bridge, now! We don't have much time!" The man commanded those around him and then took a blaster from a hidden compartment in Engineering, leaving with a dozen Ferengi after him.

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~~ Bridge of the Plausible Deniability ~~

The DaiMon cursed and screamed at his bridge crew as the ship rocked again, panels exploding in dangerous electric sparks around them as the shields buckled under Cardassian phaser fire.

"Come on you useless maggots, get us out of here already. You call that evasive maneuvers? What is Engineering doing? Where is my warp drive?!" DaiMon Tegal screamed, not knowing what else to do as their time was quickly running out.

The doors to the bridge suddenly opened to make room for the tall man and his Ferengi crew. Turning towards the newcomers the DaiMon looked worried.

"What are you doing here?! Why aren't you in Engi..." Tegal never got to finish that word, as the blaster left a burning hole in his skull. The man approached and pulled his corpse from the chair, throwing the former DaiMon on the floor.

His Ferengi lackeys quickly finished up mopping the bridge crew, loyal to the former DaiMon and taking their places at the consoles.

"What now DaiMon?" One of the new DaiMon's crew asked.

"Hail the Cardassians, tell them we surrender. How are the shields and what is the status of the warpcore?" The man asked calmly.

"Shields down to 5% DaiMon, warpcore still needs a minute." The same Ferengi replies.

"Prepare to burn the impulse engines at maximum power on my mark." With swift movements, the man began tapping on the panel embedded in the command chair's armrests.

"Are you finally ready to surrender hand over what is ours?" Suddenly the Cardassian captain appeared on the display smiling smugly.

"Yes Gul Name. We are ready to hand over the cargo." The man replied smiling.

"Good, then lower your shields." The Gul ordered impatiently.

"Oh, we are not going to do that actually, but we are going to give you your cargo back. Ah there we go." His finger pressed a button and the cargo was ejected out into space.

The face of the Gul turned to one of panic and horror. "What did you do?! No no no, you monster!!" Poor Gul Nam started to scream and shout orders to his crew in a desperate verbal flurry.

"You choice Gul Nam. Chase us, or save your people. I heard it takes a minute for a Cardassian's lungs to rupture when exposed to vacuum? Your call Gul Nam, chase us, or save those colonists." The man smiled charmingly and cut off the connection, leaving the horrified Cardassian with a terrifying situation to deal with.

"Now, impulse engines to maximum, fire two torpedoes at their ships. I don't care if you burn the engines out, we need as much distance as possible. Then get us into warp the moment the warpcore is reset!" With a commanding tone and presence, the orders of the new DaiMon resonated around the bridge.

The Ferengi that had supported this mutiny looked at him with worried and afraid glances, also terrified of what had just occurred. This was supposed to be a simple smuggling mission, not... whatever this fiasco had turned into.

"Yes, DaiMokn Redal." Came the trembling answer from the new navigator.

"It is time to seek a new business opportunity, my friends. I see lots of latinum in our future." The tall, well-built Trill man chuckled and leaned back, relaxed in his new chair. "Someone get Tegal here thrown out of an airlock, it is bad for business to have corpses lying around the bridge."

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DaiMon Vede Redal
Captain of the Plausible Deniability
Former Redal Host