Weigh-station-main-office

USS Odyssey

B-12 Away Mission / weigh-station-main-office

Narrator BOT 19-Mar-21 06:57 PM

*The door opens up so at can come in. The room has one desk splitting the room in half. One flat screened computer sits in front of a middle aged man who appears to be sleeping behind the desk. A smaller flat screen tv hangs on the wall to the right of the room. It also displays news updates on current war conditions.*

Front Desk Officer BOT 19-Mar-21 06:59 PM

*The gentleman is very much asleep, and looking comfortable. He has the side of his chair propped up against the desk, his head on an arm, and is snoring, soundly. By the looks of it, he’s been asleep for a while. But then again, they don’t get very much traffic out here, so this was par for the course.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:02 PM

*T'Pel, with the grace of a cat, walks up to his desk and knocks on the top of his desk. A brow perched with a very displeased look on her face.* "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, Mr. *Manager*."

Station Manager BOT 19-Mar-21 07:03 PM

*From elsewhere behind the desk the manager gets a beep from his walkie talkie.*

Front Desk Officer BOT 19-Mar-21 07:04 PM

*With a loud snort, he stirs from his desk, and looks over at the figure in front of him, bleary eyed.* “Lady, I ain’t the manager. Anyway…” *He yawns, stretches, tucks his uniform into his pants, which had been stretched out during his nap, and looks over at the woman in front of him.* “That your rig out front? License and plate number, cargo manifest please.”

Station Manager BOT 19-Mar-21 07:07 PM

*He picks up the phone and makes a quick call.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:08 PM

"It is not. I am Inspector Mendoza and I have paperwork to show the manager before I inspect said truck. Get him for me. Then you can return to your nap."

Front Desk Officer BOT 19-Mar-21 07:10 PM

*He looks over at the woman, now fully awake, scratching behind his ear and straightening his glasses.* “Inspector? I don’t know about any inspector. Where did you say you were from? Men-do-za? Mexico?”

Jepsie Jo BOT 19-Mar-21 07:11 PM

"Hell no!" *Jepsie Jo had walked in just as the receptionist asked someone else about her rig.* "That beauty is all mine! Here!" *Anticipating this, she brushed past Mendoza and slammed the paper down on the desk. Damn whatever they were doing, she had a schedule to keep.*

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Front Desk Officer BOT 19-Mar-21 07:13 PM

*Ah, now that was more like it. He picked up the papers, looking them over, and looking over at the more familiar figure of Jepsie.* “Jepsie! I haven’t seen you around these parts for a while. You avoiding’ us?” *He chuckles as he goes over the paperwork.* “You carryin’ vital cargo here. B12? Must be important. How’s the kids?”

Jepsie Jo BOT 19-Mar-21 07:17 PM

"Avoidin' you means that I care enough to take a different route. I already told ya runt, you ain't my type." *Arms across her chest again, Jepsie Jo looked nothing but impatient to get going again.* "Haven't gotten a job on this route for a while. Kids are good, growin' like weeds even in this shithole."

Station Manager BOT 19-Mar-21 07:18 PM

*The manager made a call for back up due to suspicious behavior at the station. There’s a war going on after all.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:19 PM

"You racist little shit." *She hissed. However, she could feel tensions rising and the most logical course of action would be to render them all unconscious before they could call out. Her mind found Vales, "Take them out." She then pulled her dart gun out from under her jacket, aimed, and fired at the Front Desk Agent. Loading another before heading toward the office.*

Front Desk Officer BOT 19-Mar-21 07:19 PM

*He laughs, and pulls up a stamp, chopping “Approved” as he checks the electronic measurements of the readouts on his desk.* “I’ll buy you a drink one day, Jepsie. Don’t you worry about that. All right, looks like you’re all set.” *He gathers the papers up and hands them back to her.* “Tell them kids Uncle Brian said hi.”

*In the middle of handing the papers over, he feels the dart make contact with his neck, and turns to look at the “Inspector”, before passing out, a look of shock on his face. As he falls, his body thumps against his chair, making a loud noise as it slides and hits the wall.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:22 PM

*T'Pel was going to save the chambered dart for the manager, as her hand snaked up behind Jepsie to nerve pitch her. Focusing on aiming the dart gun at the manager immediately after. Hoping that the lack of usual activity made them sluggish to move, her quick Vulcan reflexes being an advantage. As well as the little training she had from Sa'val.*

Station Manager BOT 19-Mar-21 07:22 PM

*He turns and sees the front desk guy fall.* “What’s going on here!?” *He reaches for a gun in the drawer.*

Jepsie Jo BOT 19-Mar-21 07:24 PM

"Holy shit!" *Jepsie Jo shouted as she saw Brian keel over. She'd known these people were up to no good! Her truck! Damn... Before she could run for her rig, she felt a hand grasp her shoulder and squeeze hard. And she was out like a light, falling to the floor with a loud thump.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:25 PM

*Once Jespie was taken care of, she pulled her finger back, releasing the dart from the gun directed at the Manager. Promptly preparing to dodge the inevitable bullet heading her way.*

Station Manager BOT 19-Mar-21 07:26 PM

*He lifts to pull the trigger but goes down instead.*

Lt. Cmdr. T'Pel Kestra 19-Mar-21 07:30 PM

*T'Pel paused once she dove, not feeling any pain she got back to her feet and padded herself down quickly,* "Small miracles..." *She had a wallet full of cash she had Altan give her in case a bribe was necessary. It was not longer an option, so as a form of apology, she slipped the wallet in Jepsie's pocket,* "Sorry, Hot Mamma. It was not suppose to be this way." *Then she found a window and crouched to assess the situation outside before heading back out.*

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Front Desk Officer BOT 22-Mar-21 08:43 PM

*Some hours later, head feeling like it got hit by a truck, Brian stirs. He looks around, unsure of where he is or what exactly happened. And then it clicks. But instead of running to check on his boss, he runs around the table, to check on Jepsie. Putting an ear to her chest, he listens for a heartbeat, and hearing one, breathes a little easier. After some minutes, he attempts to rouse her, by gently shaking her around the shoulders.*

"Jepsie? You okay? Talk to me."

Jepsie Jo BOT 22-Mar-21 08:47 PM

*Jepsie Jo groaned, her eyes opening slowly. What the hell had happened? That woman - Mendoza - had grabbed her by the shoulder and then...* "Ugh. Haven't felt this hungover since by cousin's wedding in '29. What the hell... Brian! Don't you touch me boy! I'm a married woman!" *Jepsie Jo shoved him off her, slapping his hands away, before sitting up.*

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Front Desk Officer BOT 22-Mar-21 08:49 PM

"Excuse you, I was checking for a heartbeat. You're welcome." *Brian massages his head, looking over at his boss, still keeled over.* "Who was that? That inspector lady? Mendoza."

"Last I remember I was checking your paperwork and then... She shot me! I knew she looked suspicious."

Station Manager BOT 22-Mar-21 09:00 PM

*He heard talking as he slowly got off the floor.* “What...on Earth? That woman was crazy!”

Front Desk Officer BOT 22-Mar-21 09:06 PM

”Boss, did you manage to call anyone?”

Station Manager BOT 22-Mar-21 10:45 PM

“Yes actually I...hold up, let’s go see if they got here.” *He grabs his gun again and heads through the lobby.* “Maybe the guards already met them?”

Front Desk Officer BOT 22-Mar-21 10:46 PM

*Brian stands, and offers a hand to Jepsie, not expecting her to accept it at all, but doing it anyway.* “We should go check on your rig.”

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