<<OOC: for tose interested the group we will see in the future are called the Mo'tok. you can find a breaif writup on them at http://www.ucip.org/chimera/misc/Motok.htm >>> "Deceit" ---Bertold office --- "Who goes there?" said a raspy voice form the other side of the room. Keylor peered around the corner of the opening to the roomThere across the room he could barely make out the sight of a man sitting in a chair at a desk. Slipping back in to the relative saftey of the passage, he placed the blade in his left hand and grabbed his phaser. As Keylro peeked around the corner of the passage in to the room a green burst of energy shot towards him, impacting the wall in front of him. Chips of stone flew around as he quickly jerked back in to the passage. {Whom ever it was now suspected that the man in the passage was not Amir and would surely call for help.}Keylro thought. Taking a deep breath, Keylro flung himself in to the room and started firing at the man in the chair. Phaser fire erupted in the room and for a few seconds it appeared as a light show was being performed. But the spectacle only lasted for a few seconds and ended as qquickly as it had started. Now lying on the floor and in paine, Keylro pushed himself to his knees and looked over to the desk. There he could see a man sitting pittifully with several phaser burns to his chest and arms. With caution, Keylor stood up, waitingfor a disruptor to appear in retaliation. Training his phaser on the man, Keylor slowly walked over to the man. Keylor looked hard and long at the man. He was a shell of his former self. Now fattened by gluttony, and aged by time. He seemed almost pathetic in a way. But through the years and cellulite, he could recognize the man as Bertold, the smuggler. Now picking up his pace he moved around to the chair the man was sitting in. "You time has come old man, and I doubt the prophets will be allow you in the celestial temple." He said keeping his phaser trained on the man. And looking around for the weapon that had shot at him. Bertold now recovered form the pain of the phaser blast. His right arm lie limp to his side and his left cradled the right shoulder. "Who are you!" he demanded. Bertold squinted his eyes and looked Keylor over. "I know you, don't I. But you have changed, much older." He said almost confident. He then looked down at Keylor's phaser, "Are you some trained federation dog, called to do their dirty work for them. Pitting Bajoran Against Bajoran?" Keylor advanced saying nothing at first. As he stopped just short of Bertold, he scanned the area for weapons. Seeing a klingon disrupter on the floor, he kicked it aside. "No not some trained dog. But you might consider me the messenger of the wraith, it is time for your Koss'Moran." He replied angrily. <<OOC: Koss'Moran - Bajoran legend dealing with the banishment of the Pah-Wraiths (life stealing ghosts). >> Bertold now looked up at Keylor, "Well if I go, You will go too. I don't know how you got in here, but my men are everywhere. Kill me and you have no bargain chip to get out of here." He said almost defiantly. Keylor whipped his blade around and pressed it at Bertold's throat. "What matters to me means nothing. All that matters is that you pay." He growled, starring Bertold in the eye. Unaffected by Keylor's posture, Bertold replied. "How Have I wronged you boy? If you are not here on the federation's behalf, then why are you set on destroying me?" He asked confidently. "Because you killed my father, and my sister. They were good people, you should pay for your actions." He snarled at Bertold. Bertold looked up for a second, searching his memory. He looked back down in to Keylor's eyes. "Boy! I have ordered the death of many people, Bajoran, Human, and cardaissan alike. You will have to be more specific if you want me to remember." He chuckled, showing no remorse. Keylor holstered his phaser and grabbed the fat old man by the shirt. Almost lifting the man form the chair, he pulled him forward and shook him. "Bretam Eto, my father, and Bretam Jaxa, my sister whom you killed not more than a month ago." he said as his rage boiled up inside of him. Still calm and cool, Bertold replied. "Ah Eto! Yes. A good transporter if I remember. A shame he decided to quit. He would have lived a long time if he had just agreed to the proposition." He said looking to one side. " But that was business. I cant have some one with intimate knowledge of what is going on here and just leave." He then looked back to Keylor. "And The other one, Jaxa? Well she was sticking her nose where it did not belong. I take pride in not letting the Bajoran Military know where I am or what I do. " he paused again. "she was good though, I suspect a lot like you. Though she never got as close as you have. Too bad, she would have been a good asset to us if we could have interested her." Keylor growled in anger. He pushed Bertold back in to the chair and stabbed Bertold's leg, he then returned the blade to Bertold's neck ."WHAT! BUSINESS! How can you be so cold MAN! These are lives here, not property!" Bertold stifled a cry of pain. He gathered his composer and cracked a weak smile." Well boy, there are more things at stake here than you can imagine. Any way, it was kill or be killed. I can run an operation if authorities discovered what I was up to, and if that happened, I would not have been here today." He said loosing his smile. Keylor thought about Bertold's words for a moment. {More going on? What is this old fool rambling on about.} he thought. Realizing the shirt he grabbed his phaser and pressed it against the knee of Bertold. "Make sense man what are you talking about." Bertold shifted his eyes and looked at his knee. "oh come on boy, you will have to do better than that. There are scarier people out there than you. Do you really think I could have gone unnoticed for this long all by my self? With the federation and Bajor on one side and the cardassians on the other? How long would you go unnoticed out here? 5 years? I have been going for 30!" he said cutting his words short. {What? He is not at the top of things? Is he trying to throw me off, expecting mercy or is he really part of something bigger?} Keylor thought. Pressing the phaser in to his knee harder he shouted. "Talk old MAN! What Are you saying? You are not the one calling all the shots? You are not the one to order their deaths?" Bertold smiled, "I have said too much. Do your worse, death is only a release." He said confidently. Keylor's right hand tensed, his trigger finger slowly tightening. "ZAP!" the phaser fired at point blank in to Bertold's knee." "ARGH!!!" Bertold screamed. The smell of charred flesh wafted up form the chair. Keylor pressed the blade in to Bertold more, causing blood to start to weep form the skin. "Talk old man! Do you work for some one? Who? Who can be so bad as to make you wish for death?" Bertold, Sweat now forming on his face gritted his teeth. His face shows the pain he was in. ::cough:: "Boy you don't know what you are getting in to. Unless you have the federation fleet behind you, you will never live long enough to know." Bertold coughed. {Ok this guy is stalling. He is trying to confuse me to save his skin.} Keylor thought. "No matter, your time has come. For my father, my sister I damn you to the Wraiths. " he said as he slid the blade across Bertold's neck. Bertold Writhed in pain as the life left his body. In his final moments a smile slipped across his lips and remained. Keylor stood there for a moment dumbfounded a bit by what he had just done. Sure he had killed beings before, but always in the line of duty. This was different some how. He felt Bertold knew this some how and is why he forced the devilish grin on his face in his last moments. Hearing noise come from outside of the room, Keylor decided it was time to make his retreat. With phaser in hand and blade tightly gripped hi moved as quickly as he could back down the passage and out of the door. Using stealth, concealment and speed, Keylor worked his way through the caverns back to the space vegetation of the surface. He was hiding behind a large pile of salvaged plasma cannons waiting for a small patrol to pass by when his mind wandered back to the brand on the mans neck. It occurred to him where he had seen the brand before, the Mo'tok. It had been many years since Keylor had seen any sign of the Mo'tok, a group of pirates and thieves that seemed not to care about who or what got in their way. Keylor first encountered them back when he was stationed on Starbase Aurora. He had no idea they had spread out to as far as Bajor. {Did Bertold recently join the Mo'tok, or has he always been a part of their group. After all the Mo'tok have shown that they don't leave witness behind and they will do what ever it takes to get what they want, even hiring Jem'hadar mercenaries.} he thought as he waited for the patrol to move off to a safe distance. As soon as it was safe, Keylor stood up form his hiding spot and continued on his way home. End Log === BGen Bretam Keylor (On Leave)