[Security] Constable/Interrogator (Odo)
[Science] Hologram/Tactician (Nobody)
-Jazz Riker (Cmd) 666
-Promoted Sisko (Diplo) 432
-Uniform Khan (Sec) 500
-Young Khan (Engin) 412
-Mirror Spock (Sci) 402
-Arik Soong (Med) 255
-Young Khan (CMD) 850
-Jazz Riker (Diplo) 445
-Sniper Dax (Sec) 397
-Tilly (Engin) 555
-Festive Dax (Sci) 325
-Bashir (Med) 462
-Dr Soong (CMD)
-Sniper Dax (Sec)
-Commando Crusher (Sci)
-CMO Crusher (Med)
-Young Khan (CMD)
-Mirror Spock (CMD)
-Festive Dax (Diplo)
-Commando Crush (Sci)
-Sniper Dax (Med)
Shawn knelt down and took a hold of the punching dagger, removing it with a few seconds tugging, lifting the scroll. As he unfurled it, eyes scanning the parchment, he saw it only had a few words…
…Before his eyes caught the glint of a small metal object, about the size of a large pill, falling from where it had been carefully concealed in the folds of the scroll.
Though his first instinct was to turn away and close his eyes, he was a fraction of a second too slow-his eyes having been drawn to the words, it was a clever trap designed to fool the curious.
There was a flash of great white light, and…
Shawn felt a pair of slim hands on his shoulders, pulling him back from the fringes of the explosion. There is a moment of trippy nausea as he feels himself falling through…something. Falling in all directions at once, his body stretched and twisted, time taking odd shifts and jumps. It’s not a comfortable feeling.
When he recovers, nothing quite makes sense. He’s still on the roof where he was standing before, prone, but the morning has given way to a cloudy night. Rain falls where previously the s sky was clear. It takes him another moment to realize another thing that is missing. Sound. The battle taking place beyond, the alarms going off, cars in the streets. Its a dead silence, something he’s never heard in the middle of a city before. It’s one of those things that causes an atavistic fear to creep back up ones spine…
His rescuer, if that if that is what she was, stands before him.
“Are you alright?” She asks.
Shawn knelt down and took a hold of the punching dagger, removing it with a few seconds tugging, lifting the scroll. Though he was eager to unfurl it, a thought at the back of his mind distrusted it. Just a tickle of suspicion, but it was enough for him to examine it more carefully.
A few seconds showed a small metal object, about the size of a large pill, rolled into the scroll. It looked like the sort of thrown device that exploded upon contact with the ground. He is very careful in removing it, wary of secondary traps, but it seems his disarmament has earned him a gift instead, not that he knows the device will do. He secrets it into his pocket and turns to the scroll. It reads thusly.
A HERO CANNOT AFFORD TO BE NAIVE
A good lesson, right?
He turns about, having finished with this distraction. The battle is still raging. What now?