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The stage is set

Posted on Sun May 29th, 2016 @ 4:38am by Commodore Lax Rendo're XVIII

Mission: Trouble on the frontier
Location: 5 Lightyears from Gaspar

"Alright, dump the bodies in the cargo hold, make sure they have some phaser burns on them." The leader of the boarding party fired his phaser into the hull, leaving scorch marks every few feet or so. He wanted to leave enough of a signature that whoever found it, knew it was the at the hand of the Federation.

"Boss, we've got those Starfleet uniforms, want us to put a few of them in those?" One of the goons dragging the corpse of an Alkazen stopped.

"Yeah, make sure they are only on the Humans though." The boss lowered his rifle and fired into the corpse, leaving a crisp burn mark on the body.

Everything was working like clockwork, the crew that Lax had sent was well trained and professional, were quick with a knife, and knew how to stage a scene. Alois knew that in order to make a massacre look good for TV, it was easier to hire crooked stage hands than to teach crooks how to stage properly.

After a while everything was set, bodies littered the cargo hold, may of them had been placed in front of the humanitarian relief that they were bringing to Gaspar.


Alois called to the stagehands. "Alright, let's get out of here, make sure that the tip goes to the authorities." Several of the men and women headed towards the hastily cut hatch in the cargo bay, leaving the Federation rifles and phasers they had been carrying near the fallen. The stench of the bodies was starting to permeate everything, Alois thought to himself that he needed a shower.

 

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