MSNPC "Sheri" - You Ain't Hnaev

[IsKah]

I could feel the level of vitriol that @TAma put into this MSNPC that was caught and is sitting in the Chin'toka's freshly repaired brig. 

 

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(( The Brig, Deck 11, USS Chin’toka ))

Hwi, kre, sei. Haeiul.

Mne, rhi, fve. Haeiul.

Lli, the, lhi. Haeiul.

Dha, dha’hwi, dha’kre. Haeiul. 1

Twelve steps brought her around the perimeter of her cell and back to the beginning. She had scoured every inch of the gleaming space for some sort of weakness, and her elation at having found a loose panel had been immediately dashed when it turned out to just be a toilet. She had even tried to crawl behind the toilet - a highly embarrassing maneuver that had no doubt amused the Starfleet security guards immensely. Conjuring the delightful sound of the gurgling they would make when she slit their throats brought a smile to her face.

Her pacing stilled as she walked into the brig. The captain. Serala. She studied the painfully generic beauty of the woman’s face, the milquetoast ridges barely visible on her brow. It was one and the same with the picture she’d seen in the file on the region - that was her alright. She stared daggers at Serala. If looks could kill Serala would a pincushion of daggers. She really wished that insipid little Vulcan who hadn’t fallen for her attempts to cast suspicion on the station commander hadn’t stolen hers. She would sink it so far into…

Serala: Lieutenant McGillian. Where were you planning to begin?

McGillian: I’d like to start with the one that tried to kill me.

Of course the stupid Rodulan who had no right to still be alive would interrogate her. She internally rolled her eyes since her physical ones were too busy trying to bore a hole through Serala’s head.

Serala: Excellent. I will let you take the lead. I just wanted to be present for this.

McGillian: I’ll get what I can out of them.

He wouldn’t be getting hnaev 2 out of her. Not willingly anyway. She tore her gaze away from Serala with a look of disgust and went to lean against the wall of her cell, arms crossed. Eventually the black-eyed man approached.

McGillian: :: To Sheri :: I’d offer you something to drink, but I’m not exactly sure you wouldn’t try to kill me or one of my crew with the cup.

Her eyes flicked to the voids that were his so-called eyes, and she pushed herself off the wall with a sensuous upward roll of her torso. A smile spread slowly across her face, both predatory and seductive. She got very close to the force field and cocked her head.

Sheri: ::sultry:: They make good blunt force weapons… or a shiv, depending on what it’s made from… or I could shove it down your throat… ::giggles lowly and grins:: How are those ribs, baby boy?

McGillian: Better, now that they're out of your reach. Would you care to make this easy on everyone and just tell us why you infiltrated Deep Space Twenty Six?

She tutted and waggled a finger at him, making a chiding noise.

Sheri: Now why would I do a thing like that?

McGillian: You tell me.

She laughed that low, husky giggle again. Her head fell to the side, looking up at him from beneath her lashes and grinned.

Sheri: You’re going to have to try better than that, baby boy.

McGillian: You know honesty is the best policy. I know that’s hard for you to believe. ::gestures to Serala:: The Captain has had no qualms in putting down her deceptive nature.

The smile faltered from her face when she glanced where he gestured at Serala, replaced by one of narrow-eyed calculation. She licked her lips and then turned away, leaning in even closer to speak in hushed tones.

Sheri: ::speaking softly:: Your captain is a filthy. Half blood. Race traitor. ::with disgust:: She has no mnhei'sahe 3, so of course she has no qualms.

Serala: Response?

Sheri: ::yelling:: You heard me! And what are you going to do about it? You can’t hurt me. Your precious Federation won’t allow it!

Serala/McGillian: response

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1: "One, two, three Turn.

"Four, five, six. Turn.

"Seven, eight, nine. Turn.

"Ten, eleven, twelve. Turn."

2: sh*t

3: Romulan honor

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“Sheri” if that is her real name

A spy who definitely does not work for any organization directly

as simmed by…

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Lieutenant T'Ama

Chief of Operations

USS Chin'toka

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