Stardate: 40323.2323
Title: Back Home (or 'Smell Ya Later')
Author: Lyla
Time: Current
Scene: Cardassian Moon (various) & Indy (various)

***Indy - Bridge***

Natira turned to Lt. Frankson. "Contact the away teams. Tell them to pick up the pace."

***Cardassian Moon - Corridor***

"Took ya sweet time." Lyla croaked.

"Thought you'd have kicked your way out of here, leaving a trail of badly beaten kidnappers behind you, by now." Commander Scott Deadilus said as he lead the team back down the corridors.

"I was working on it." Lyla retorted, managing a small chuckle.

"Uh huh..." Chuckled Scott just as security sirens interrupted his train of thought.

"Not that way!" Huffed K'pajek as he ran past us, his team in tow.

"Cheese it!" Called Deadilus as we all turned tail and ran after the Klingon male.

***Indy - Bridge***

"Picking up small weapons fire signatures from the Cardassian complex." Reported Lt. Frankson from Ops.

"Great..." Sighed First Officer Natira Daran.

"Picking up a communications signal." Added Delgotta. "Sir, we have 2 Keldon Class Ships incoming."

"ETA?"

"10 minutes at current speed."

Natira turned once again to Lt. Frankson. "Contact the away teams. Tell them to pick up the pace and now!"

"Commander, Senator Bennet Stram is hailing us."

"Great..."

***Cardassian Moon - Utility Closet***

"This way...I know a way out." The Cardassian rescuer said as the teams hid in a utility closet.

Scott turned to Lyla as if to ask 'should we trust him?'

"This is unbecoming of a Klingon warrior." Grumbled K'pajek.

"I want to know your name, before I go anywhere with you." Lyla told the Cardassian male.

"I am Bwenik Caal, Gul Halk was my mentor...He told me of your 'sacrifice' that cold night, many years ago that allowed him and his cause to live on."

"Sacrifice?" Queried the Klingon.

"Lead on..." Lyla nodded to Bwenik, ignoring her Klingon colleague.

"Two doors down, on the left is waste disposal and recycling." The Cardassian instructed. "You simply take the outlet pipe to outside the complex."

"You can't be serious?" Lyla said, with raised eyebrows.

"That is unbecoming of a Klingon warri..."

"Makes sense." Nodded Scott. "Cardassian's reclamation centers are a secondary system, often without a backpack power source. Usually the only sensors found are for blockages or measuring build up."

"It's how I got in." Nodded Bwenik.

"That would explain the smell." Lyla said.

"Then let's go!" Ordered the CSO.

***Cardassian Moon - Waste Reclamation***

Scott finished his scans and gave us the nod. "All clear."

"You expect me to crawl in that...Filth?!!!" Growled K'pajek. "I will stand and fight like a warrior."

"We haven't got time for this." Bwenik warned, securing the room's door. "They are doing a room by room search."

"Today is a good day to die." The CTO said with pride.

"They don't intend to kill you." The Cardassian said.

"Hmmm?" The Klingon replied.

"It's true." Lyla continued. "My 'father' will probably incapacitate you, likes to use toxins and nerve gases mostly...Then use you in his experiments. That, my friend, is not becoming of a Klingon warrior."

K'pajek looked at the group and down the waste pipe, then gave a low growl as he jumped in. Away team members followed suit until all but Scott, Lyla and Bwenik were left.

THUD! THUD! Came the bang at the door.

"Go!" Ordered the Cardassian. Pushing the CSO down the waste reclamation pipe.

"Bwenik...You said you Halk 'was' your mentor..." Lyla said, half stepping into the pipe.

"He died...Nearly a month ago." The Cardassian said with sadness.

"Was he..."

"No, he died of natural causes, peacefully in his sleep."

Lyla nodded and let out a small gasp of surprise as Bwenik pushed her down the waste pipe. Twisting as she slid down the pipe she saw Bwenik close the service grid hatch behind her.

"My mission," he shouted as he produced two explosive devices, "was to take out this base...Your rescue was a bonus! Fair well, Lyla...Maybe we will meet again someday."

"Nooooooo..." Lyla barked.

***Indy - Bridge***

"Commander, we got them...All members accounted for...And they have Lyla."

"Frankson, beam them up. Reese, get us out of here, warp 5!"

***Indy - Transporter Room 1***

"Ewwwww!!!"

"What's that smell!"

"What died?"

"I thought Comanche was house broken?"

Came the various cries of the transporter crew as the away teams trudged off the pad, sludge dripping from them.

"Welcome home." Smiled the CSO to the COS.

"Ain't no place like it." Lyla smiled back.

"No one will EVER speak of this again!" Growled K'pajek.

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Commander Lyla
Chief Security Officer
USS Independence
i-s-c@random-enigma.co.uk
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