Away Team's Search for the Seller, Part 2

Posted on Thu Dec 26th, 2024 @ 6:45pm by Lieutenant JG T'lenn & Sub-Lieutenant Osirin Acainus & Lieutenant JG Fulvia & Ensign Tyler Williams
Edited on on Sun Dec 29th, 2024 @ 7:48pm

1,936 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Gone, Without Ever Knowing the Way
Location: Rag City, Freecloud
Timeline: MD 1, 1900 Hours (After Part 1)

Mimi looked at Jaren made a gesture with her head toward a corner of the room and took Osirin's hand and began walking in that direction with Jaren following closely behind. From her table T'lenn could see she was going to lose sight of them. She stood up, leaving her drink behind and walked toward the lavatories to try to keep an eye on him. When she saw Osirin was being taken toward a door T'lenn immediately activated her hidden communicator.

Mimi led Osirin and Jaren through a door and into a backroom that was set up as more of a VIP lounge. The bar was just shelves of bottles and glasses, and plush couches and chairs were arranged to accommodate several small parties. A spiral staircase led up to a loft. There were only two other people in the backroom and they didn't seem aware that the three of them had entered.

Mimi hopped onto a couch excitedly. "You wanna take a trip?" Mimi asked patting the seat next to her for Osirin to sit.

Osirin had only tried drugs once and he hadn't liked it. He wasn't one hundred percent positive, but he had a good idea that's what she was asking. "What kind of trip are we talking about?" he asked as he sat down where she'd indicated.

Jaren sat down on the other side of side of Osirin and put a hand on Osirin's thigh as he looked the Akadian over, a smirk of approval evident on the Romulan's face. "Do you want more to drink?" The Romulan's gaze barely looked up from taking in Osirin's body to ask the question.

"Get us a bottle," Mimi said shooting a look at the bar.

Jaren smiled at her and winked. "Yes ma'am," he said dutifully before reluctantly taking his hand off of Osirin's leg to go to the bar.

Mimi pulled a small file of clear liquid out of a barely visible pocket behind her belt. "Pixie drops," she said shaking the vial. She unscrewed the top, revealing a dropper. She carefully shook the excess liquid back into the vial and place the vial on the table before leaning back and putting a drop in each eye. Jaren returned with a bottle of blue liquid as Mimi put the dropper back in the bottle.

"Want some?" She asked handing the bottle to Osirin. She was already feeling a warm sensation tingle down her spine from the drug.

Osirin considered the offer. He had always been a risk taker, and besides how dangerous could it be?

"Sure," he agreed, garbing Jaren by the arm and pulling him down to his former location. "You do remember where you were, don't you?" he asked

Then turning to Mimi he said, "You could take the other side, or you could sit on my lap."

"Oh, I remember." Jaren watched Osirin as he poured a glass of the Romulan ale for him. "Careful, if you aren't used to this, it's stronger than most Terran drinks," he warned as Jaren handed Osirin the glass.

Mimi grabbed the vile in her fist, turning to face Osirin. She put her right thigh over his so that she was straddling one leg, sitting on her knees on the couch. "This will keep you awake and make you feel so alive. Do you want to do it, or do you want me to?" She asked, opening her hand to reveal the vile.

Osirin took a sip of the ale. It was stronger than most of what he'd drunk working with Fleeters but not as strong as some of the beverages from his homeworld.

The blood was rushing to all the right parts of his body by that time, but he managed to get out a low whispered growl. "You do it. More fun that way."

Mimi prepped the dropper the same way she had with herself and then straightened herself so that she was holding the dropper over his eye. "Let's go, baby," she said as she put the drops in. She passed the bottle over to Jaren who put the drops on his tongue before pocketing the bottle.

"She can be a little wild on this stuff," Jaren warned as he nestled back into his spot next to Osirin.

As if on cue, Mimi grabbed Osirin's face with both hands and kissed him. And kept kissing him. When she finally came up for air she popped up off of the couch and spun in a circle. "I want to dance." Her face lit up suddenly, "I know, we could go to Fever," she said, her voice turning into almost a growl.

Jaren had an amused grin on his face. "Our new friend wanted to go somewhere private remember? You could just give us a private show."

The drug Osirin had been given, whatever it had been hit him hard almost immediately It lowered his mental shield, and the thoughts and emotions of over 100 individuals flooded into his consciousness.

It threw his balance, both emotional and physical off and he leaned back in his seat.

Mimi gave Jaren an adoring smile and she stepped over to him giving him a kiss on the lips. "You're right. And here, you're permitted to touch. So much more fun." She tapped a speaker on the end table next to Jaren, bringing in the club music, but at respectable level. She then began to dance over the two men.

When she didn't get the reaction she was hoping from Osirin she crawled onto his lap and put a hand on his cheek. "You okay?" she asked softly.

He didn't react at first. His eyes were tightly closed. He let out a long breath as he fought to bring his shielding up again. Then with another sigh, he said, "I am now. Where were we?"

Jaren leaned into Osirin and started kissing kissing his neck, but Mimi nudged him. "Wait." She looked into Osirin's eyes, "I felt that. Are you a telepath?" She asked. "Pixie heightens all the senses." She bit her bottom lip and used two fingers two walk from his abdomen up to his chest. "We can get out of the city so you don't have to fight it." The smile on her face was almost wicked, and Jaren had one to match.

"I am," he replied. "That Pixie shit really hit me hard and I'm having a difficult time keeping my shield up. It would be a lot easier with just a few people around."

"Come on then, there's a transport upstairs." Mimi got off of Osirin's lap and picked up her glass of Romulan ale and chugged it, leaving the empty glass on the table. Jaren had also stood up and was offering Osirin a hand.

Osirin took the hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

* * *

Fulvia slightly moved the rifle as she followed the primary team. Long waits were something you got used to in intel. Not that she minded. She had a job to do and that was to cover her shipmates.

Tyler and Fulvia's earpiece both activated with the sound of T'lenn's voice speaking in a low whisper. "Osirin's walking through a door back east side of the interior. I can't tell if it is an exit or if it leads to another room."

" I see you. If he's going to try anything I can drop him. " Fulvia replied adjusting her eyepiece to see what the team was walking into.

T'lenn found an empty washroom and went inside and turned on a fan. "He's talking to one of them. I recognized her. I can't keep talking I'll look suspicious. I'm returning to the bar."

* * *

Mimi led the way up the stairs, still bouncing with energy. Jaren walked next to Osirin making sure he got up okay. Once they were upstairs the Akadian felt better. It still wasn't easy for him to keep out the emotions, but at least there were far fewer of them to contend with.

"How long have the two of you been hooking up?" That is the right Terran phrase isn't it?"

Upstairs from the VIP room was a lofted space. Mimi walked over to a locked door, and looked into a panel to the right of the door. After a retinal scan the door opened. She turned around and looked at Osirin.

"Where are you from, loverboy? I'm only half-human, and Jaren here only likes me in spite of it." Mimi asked as she stood in front of the open door.

"I'm from a planet called Akadia. I'm just a lowly merchant trying to make a living and keep a step ahead of Starfleet."

"What's your story?"

Mimi narrowed her eyes at Osirin's answer. Something didn't feel right, but she didn't know what. "Why do you give a stone about Starfleet? What do they got to do with you?"

Osirin realized he may have pushed too far too quickly, but there was little he could do about it now, except try to recover. "It's okay. Forget I said anything. It's just that I've carried some goods they've considered questionable in the past."

"They can't do anything out here anyway," she shrugged. "It's why my father has his businesses here. I would love to find a Starfleet officer to take home one night. Oh that would really piss him off," she laughed.

Jaren walked up behind Osirin and put his arms around Osirin's waist. "So are we going somewhere?" He asked.

"My dad's ship is empty, and there won't be anyone around. You wanna go there?" She asked stepping away from the door and over to Osirin. "We can take it out of space dock and get away from the people."

This wasn't according to plan. He was going to be on his own, essentially on his own. He could have feigned illness, it wouldn't have been hard to fake it. But, that would be missing out on an opportunity. He knew the situation could turn from sensual to dangerous in a micro-second, but he wasn't the kind of man to back down from a challenge.

"Yeah, I'd like that, it would help me relax and see just how the drugs are supposed to act."

"Transport's in the office." Mimi stepped away from the door and made a grand gesture indicating they should enter.

"She wanted an excuse to take it out," Jaren said stepping away from Osirin. Jaren stopped to give Mimi a kiss and grabbed her ass before he stepped into the office.

The Akadian, a smile playing at his lips for more than one reason, followed Mimi and Jaren through the door hoping he wasn't making a mistake.

Mimi followed behind them, locking the door. She entered the transporter code and the three of them dematerialized, disappearing from the club, and Rag City altogether.

* * *

"We've lost him, Lieutenant!" Tyler said in an urgent tone as he watched Osirin dematerialize with Mimi and Jaren and just straight up disappear. He'd been keeping an eye on Osirin and was... jealous... that their time together clearly meant nothing, but he'd come to expect that it was just a fling anyway. Standing up, he looked at Fulvia, "What do we do now?"

"Keep calm," Fulvia replied calmly in atone to clearly show she'd done this before as she taped her com badge. " Fulvia to Astrea we lost Osirin. I have the transporter frequency they beamed out in get a track on it."

Captain Johansen's voice responded over the comms.=^=Patch it through. Just the Sub-Lieutenant? What about Lieutenant T'lenn?"=^=

~tbc~

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