Captain Franklin Drake

Fuck!

*he clutched his shoulder in pain as he ran down the hall and as far away from the charnelhouse the Great Hall had become as fast as he could*

*he watched his compatriots burning, blown to pieces, dead. Hearing the crazed bitch laugh maniacally behind him, not wasting another minute he threw his arm deep into her gut, connecting with her ovaries and doubling her over, he then bolted for the door*

Aye Sir! You heard him Kurtz!

*he moved in to remove her*

*Pressman in front and O'Grady behind him in lockstep as he then marched them out of the cell and up the stairs, Kurtz covering the former admiral in front and him behind O'Grady, his phaser set to kill and pressed squarely in her back*

Good, grab the force restraints and use them keep these two tied together so she doesn't give us any problems...

*he opened the cell with the correct password and took the straps from Kurtz and used them to link O'Grady and Pressman together as soon as they were pulled to their feet*

Right...keep telling yourself that, Princess...Kurtz! Get down here and help me move these two to the Main Hall!

Well, it can't hurt to tell your crazy ass I guess...but one of them is Grigori who you just met, the other is his superior...Not like its going to help you...

*he laughed cruelly*

You'll meet her soon enough...at least you'll know one of your sisters before you die...

I could, but I only know a few...Only the top two and the Admiral have the complete list and where they are kept when we don't need them...In fact the only two I know of are you and my current lieutenant Marcie Kurtz.

Ah...so I see you remember your sisters and brothers in that ill gotten program...the ones we adopted and thought we could make better, like yourself...What a stupid thought! I never believed it would work and you are ample proof of that!

A nice fantasy, O'Grady, keep indulging in it right up until they put you in the gas chamber...

Wake up you worthless failure! You've got your trial and execution ahead of you today! So look sharp and at least do something right for Section 31 and at least die with dignity!

Will do...

*he walked over to the cell and started rapping the butt of his phaser on the bars*

Okay, wake up Pressman! Wake up!

Yes, me too...I was never that...convinced by her success rate...she's a blunt, bloodthirsty knife...cuts down whatever you point it at and doesn't care about collateral damage, well...those days are behind us and so soon shall she be....

Me neither, but then...Erik Pressman's ideas where always stupid, like that terrible cloaking device ploy...

*he turned to his companion @grigoriyanishev.bsky.social and spoke as if she wasn't there*

You see what I mean, right? She has completely lost her sanity and is intent on just killing whoever she sees...

Yes...you are, and where I come from, rabid dogs are a good defense for a while, but eventually a time comes when they must put down like the crazed bloodthirsty monsters they are...and you...are no exception...in fact, you should have been sanctioned years ago with your savagery!

*he saw it and continued*

Regardless...despite your...proven results...you have also shown time and time again that you have all the personality and loyalty...of a rabid dog...as evidenced by you biting the hand that fed you for so many years!

Bitchface? Nice one, did your mother teach you that?

Hmm? If having one's heart ripped out and shoved in his mouth is your idea of "easy" I'd hate to find out what your worst is...

And you are the infamous Callie O'Grady...the woman with the greatest kill list of any 31 agent...known for your savagery and utter lack of compassion...as evidenced by what the survivors said you did to Rupert Chadwick before you escaped...

Well, come with us, Admiral and let's give her the justice she deserves...

*he led the Admiral into the groundcar as they drove off into the night*

Yeah...those who survived the tower collapse say Rupert's body had his fucking heart ripped out! I mean...what kind of fucking animal does that!? She's a sick, rabid dog who needs to be put down...yesterday! Another one of Pressman's many mistakes...

Yeah, they are...right up until a few days ago. She touched the whole prison Batanides was running and now dozens of our former members are in Starfleet hands and who knows what they are saying, plus we have reports she butchered my old friend Chadwick alive...So this is a long time coming...

*he watched her work as he conversed with Admiral Satelk, asking him the standard questions like how they got in, what was their purpose and how did he apprehend them. Once that was all answered satisfactorily, he asked Satelk if he would like to come to Luna for the trial*

Kurtz! Secure the prisoners and prepare them for transport!

Confirmed! Approaching front door!

*he walked up to the front door cautiously and pushed it open, revealing Admiral Satelk waiting patiently*

Admiral! Are you okay? Is the perimeter secure?

Status of them all?

*he piled out of the groundcar with his trusted number one beside him as they flanked the house and he approached the front door*

Kurtz! How many in the house?!

Good, I'll send a team to pick them up, then I'll have to summon the leadership to decide on what course to take with them. You have excelled yourself, Admiral, good work!