What Judgments Come

Their idea lasted long enough for Reyes and T’Pry

“Lieutenant Jackson,” T’Pry

In his head, Reyes heard the security chief reply, “ Copy that, Lieutenant. We’re here.”

Reyes knew that Starfleet security teams could not board the Orion vessel uninvited, and he had to wonder just how far Jackson and even Admiral Nogura might push things if he and T’Pry

I guess we’re about to find out.

“Watch out,” T’Pry

None of which I’ll get to enjoy if we don’t get the hell out of here.

“You know where you’re going, right?” he asked as he followed T’Pry

She nodded. “Affirmative.” Reyes nearly ran into her as she stopped and once more took aim with her phaser. Another security guard had emerged from the concealment of a support stanchion and was coming at them, but T’Pry

“Tell me you have another phaser on you?” he asked, reaching up to wipe sweat from his forehead.

“Negative,” T’Pry

“ We’re blind here,” Jackson said. “ They’ve activated shields that block our scans. You’re on your own getting to the exit.”

Using various groups of evacuating patrons for cover while at the same time praying that none of the security guards would see fit to start firing into the crowd, Reyes and T’Pry

He flinched as a disruptor blast chewed into the wall ahead of T’Pry

Without thinking, Reyes brought up his own weapon and fired. The shot was wide, passing just to the right of Ganz’s head but close enough that all six Orions ducked for cover. Reyes grunted in renewed irritation at his latest miss even as T’Pry

“There are still people on board!” Reyes exclaimed.

T’Pry

The gangway led them to an intersection with two options. To the left, the passageway quickly terminated at a reinforced hatch that, if Reyes could trust his memory, led to a maintenance area and an airlock providing access to the docking port’s exterior. The entrance to the station was to the right, and as he and T’Pry

“Aw, shit!” was all Reyes had time to utter before the first guard fired. His shot missed and T’Pry

Something hot punched him in the right thigh and Reyes dropped his disruptor as he sagged against the bulkhead. He smelled the stench of singed clothing and flesh and looked down to see the small scorched area on the side of his leg. Though it looked to have been only a glancing blow, the disruptor bolt had still burned through the material of the coveralls he had appropriated as well as his own skin and muscle tissue. His eyes watered from the pain of his injury even as more phaser fire filled the corridor, but the cacophony died and he looked up to see T’Pry

“It does not appear to be serious,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the alarm as she inspected his wound. Reyes managed to retrieve his fallen disruptor as she helped him to his feet, before looking up to see all four Orions lying on the deck, victims of T’Pry

Even with the siren blaring in the corridor, Reyes still heard the sounds of heavy, ru