—- Planetside Paris X —-

Lieutenants Pierre Lambert and Sesi Oari beamed to the two highest points in town with phaser rifles modified to look era appropriate to old chemical powered firearms of the era. Then casually Commander Olivia Carrillo and Lieutenant Syvia Voosha walked down the main road into town, wearing not the dresses but rather versions of male clothing that fit a bit better and allowed for greater movement. They both had phasers holstered on their hips, also modified to look like the then modern firearms.

“Heads up people,” Carrillo said into her commbadge which was embedded in her clothing, “Let’s do this and get home.”

The Andorian shopkeeper wandered out of his shop and onto the wooden side walk. He watched the two strangers, not quite knowing what to make of it. Carrillo was aware of seemingly all eyes being on her, as neither her nor Voosha had tried to conceal themselves, and both women had forgone the dresses that were era appropriate.

“We have our gang friends coming up behind you,” Lambert said, under orders only to fire if there was no other option he held back.

The sound of hooves was present and then Carrillo could hear the gang slow and dismount. She kept up her pace until she was specifically called out.

“Where you go last night Pretty Girly?” the lead gang member called out at her. Though she was tempted to keep going she turned, whispering to Voosha, “Get the book, I’ll delay these idiots.”

“That’s mighty rude of you, leaving me with all this pent up feeling,” the man yelled.

“I had prior commitments,” Carrillo called out.

“I don’t recon I know what that means,” the man said, “And why you dressing like a man. Pants aren’t for ladies.”

Carrillo glanced back at Voosha who was hurrying towards the church. She had to buy her some time and while engaging with this guy wasn’t the plan, it was a good way to keep the whole town focused on her until it was time. “Actually pants are entirely era appropriate for women, I guess you just don’t know that many.”

While the man might not have known what was meant by ‘era appropriate’ he knew when he’d been insulted. He smiled dangerously, “I see you got yourself a gun.”

“Why? Would you take a shot at me if I was unarmed?” Carrillo asked, mocking the man.

“Calling me a coward?” Taking a step forward the man unlatched the leather strap on the holster that held the pistol in place while riding.

“I don’t have to call you what everyone in town knows you are,” Carrillo said, “A bully hiding behind a gang. Try doing something for yourself once.”

“Careful he had an old style phaser,” Oari warned over the comm system, “If you get shot we may not be able to get you to sick bay in time. It’s not like a bullet, this is set on maximum, you’d basically disintegrate.”

“Thanks I’ll try not to get shot,” Carrillo said to herself, but actually to her comm.

“What was that?” the man demanded.

“Just talking to myself, you know how girls be crazy,” Carrillo said.

“If you were a man I’d have killed out already,” he shouted.

“If you were a man I might be dead already,” Carrillo taunted, then to Lambert and Oasri on comms she said, “Stun the gang.”

From the church bell tower and the hill outside the city the two snipers with their phaser rifles set to stun picked off the gang. In town it simply looked as if the gang almost simultaneously all fell over, save for the central leader. He turned in surprise to find his gang alive but unconscious. He turned towards Carillo, “What did you do witch? You muttered something and then…”

“You know this is more fun than I thought it would be,” Carrillo said.

Shouting something sexist the man reached for his phaser from the old USS Paris and  drew. Carrillo drew faster, shooting him in the chest with her phaser on stun. The man tumbled backwards and Carrillo walked over and picked up the phaser from the man’s hand.

Voosha ran out of the church, “I stole the book.”

“Beam out the snipers,” Carrillo said, “wait until we’re out of sight of the town before beaming us up.”

To the onlookers she shouted, “We have your bible, nobody better follow us. Or you’ll get plugged to, since we’re crazy.”

Voosha fell in along side of her and the slowly, and steadily walked out of town, with nobody wanting to chase them. Once they had gone through the bush a bit they were transported onto the runabout.

—- Underspace, Runabout Apollo —-

“That whole though girl act was pretty hot,” Lambert said, “Apparently I have a thing for cowgirls.”

“You think all of us Americans are cowboys though,” Carrillo said, still wearing the hat though she’d put on her standard Starfleet uniform a while ago.

“Apparently you all are,” Lambert protested noting that his fiancé despite being from 25th century New York had just out drawn a desperado.

Voosha pouted, “I’m still mad I’m the only one who didn’t get to shoot anyone.”

“I didn’t get to shoot anyone,” Murf said as she sat at the kitchen table eating a kind of watery pickle soup.

“I didn’t either,” pointed out Siegel.

“I did not as well, and I was on the planet for much longer than anyone else,” pointed out Spuak who had been part of the USS Paris’ original crew.

“We’ve contacted Starfleet to resettle the colony, somewhere in the Federation where we can keep an eye on them,” Carrillo said, changing topics away from shooting people, “The natural inhabitants of the world won’t even know they were there.”

Lambert focused on flying them back, and the rest of the crew broke up into small groups with Carrillo sleeping and soon Siegel and Spuak found themselves alone.

“So what will you do now?” Siegel asked.

“I have been reading your computer, I will likely return to Vulcan. I apparently have grandchildren, who it would be logical to meet,” Spuak said, “I have an unfinished degree from the Vulcan Science Academy I may finish.”

“I’m sure your grandchildren will be thrilled to meet you,” Siegel said, perhaps forgetting that he was talking to a Vulcan.

“They are in their thirties, I doubt they will be ‘thrilled’. But it is logical to meet your ancestors if you can,” Spuak said.