Cargo hangar of doom?

Posted on Mon Jun 21st, 2010 @ 8:14pm by Walter Jones & Charlotte Ashcroft & B'Eloria House of Tarrf

1,279 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark
Location: Cargo bay

Then, to her horror. The men, in unison looked up straight at her with a smirk that made her skin crawl

"Missy, you better come down from their before I decide to take you as my prize." The leader moved to the side of the corridor and aimed the rifle up towards her, and nodded for the other two to keep advancing up towards the bridge.

"Prize," Lottie repeated. "And, who prey would be the owner?"

"The name isn't important for the moment." The man eyed her with a greedy smile. "But you'll make a fine concubine in the chamber."

She was stuck in two minds as she descended being watched carefully by the mercenary's overly sized rifle. It looked as long as she was tall, and powerful enough to blow another hole in the ship. Lottie still held her pistols and was debating wither to use them or not. Time was running out, she needed to decide.

Bending as if faking to slip on the stairs Lottie swooped, leveling her weapons and fired pebbling the deck around the stranger as she slide down the remaining stairs.
Then, with a deafening boom that made her ear drums bound her descent suddenly changed pitch and she tumbled vertically - the stairwell just a twisted mess of metal now thats to the heavy power of the mercuries weapon.

Winded Lottie landed untidily in a heap and attempted to rise but a black speeding boot flew toward her face sending her sprawling back again. Several more sharp blows ensured she had been disarmed and disorientated before behind hauled upright by the roots of her hair and forced, at gun point to walk.

"Because it amuses me, I won't kill you. What is your name, where is the captain.. and where is the eye?" The head merc looked at the bruised and slightly bloody Lottie. "The name is Tal Alvir, independent bounty hunters at your service by the way."

"Bounty hunters," Lottie remarked looking quickly over her shoulder as they walked. "I thought I could smell the blood money on you. And I don't know anything about this Eye..."

"Bull... I know that your ship is carrying it.. and it is worth more then you can imagine." Tal stopped and looked at her near the bridge.. "Blood money it may be but sometimes the work is fun.

Lottie sneered in disgust not wishing to hear his definition of fun as it likely entail herself flat upon her back.

"Lets just call it perks of the job." He smiled at her and licked the side of her face. "I'm going to enjoy having you around."

"Really?" Lottie pulled back rubbing the damp cheek upon a shoulder in disgust. "You might regret that later."

"We'll see, I doubt it though." He laughed at Lottie then spun around feeling another presence in the cargo hold.

"Well, now what have we here?" B'Eloria heard in her head as she stepped onto the bridge overlooking the scene below. Two men were pointing rifles at a young, beautiful woman. She froze, wishing she had brought a weapon. The woman's eyes flicked to her and met her gaze briefly. B'Eloria's stomachs began to churn again.

Keeping the rifle pointed at Lottie he signaled the other man with him to take aim at the new Klingon woman that appeared. "Boy, we sure do have some pretty ladies here with us. Are you going to play nice together sweetie or are you going make me do something I might regret?"

Tal looked back and Lottie and hit her in the gut. "If you don't come down from there I'm going to start ripping things off of this woman."

Already bruised Lottie doubled over, gasping for breath from the blow. But as soon as the wave of nausea had eased she stood straight once more, with her eyes simmering with anger at the gathered men with disdain.

"I'm glad you are you are so indignint... it will make you easier to break..." The bounty hunter looked straight and Lottie about 6 inches from the womans face and licked his slimy lips. "Just tell me where the Eye is and this will all be over love."

"I don't know anything," Lottie repeated again, resiting the urge to pull back from the foul breath and creepy character before her.

"Boss, I think that other woman up there is a telepath.. I can feel her.."

"Welcome to five minutes ago, I know she is... and she hasn't been paying attention to me so I'll try a more direct form of torture on her." He turned his attention from Lottie to look up at the Klingon and communicated telepathically with Be'loria "Look.. I'm giving you one last chance.. come down... and I won't kill her." Tal pulled out a slug thrower and pointed it directly at Lottie, the sound of the hammer made a cold metallic click as he pulled it back.

Instinctively Lottie lifted her chin in defiance. She been peered down the barrel of a weapon many a time before and lived to tell the tale. Back then she had her wits to rely, not a Klingon passenger she didn't even know the name of.

B'Eloria felt the mercenary's mind hit hers again with force. She shot back, "What do I care if this woman dies? She means nothing to me. Tell me what you'll do for me if I come down, and we'll talk." She was bluffing, to an extent, but despite her lack of a weapon, she was a master at hand-to-hand combat. She waited for the band of men to make a reply.

"Tell me where the Eye of the Prophets is, and I won't kill you in a slow and miserably painful way Klingon." Tal looked up at her, he tried forcing his way into B'Eloria's mind, trying to turn it on her, and gain the information that he sought. "I'm tired of playing with you girl, give me the gem!" The bounty hunter lowered his hand gun to focus all of his attention on B'Eloria."

"You godforsaken petaQ!!!" B'Eloria screamed and charged down the stairs towards the men. Inside her mind, she heard the bounty hunter screaming. Before she could even touch him, a pulsing orange light filled her brain, filled the entire cargo bay. The men dropped to the floor, twitching. She caught her breath and fell to the ground beside the leader. B'Eloria gritted her teeth and felt for a pulse.

She nodded towards the woman, who was unharmed. "Well, they're dead."

Confused Lottie's brow crinkled. The checked the pulse for a second quickly as if still disgusted by their presence. The Klingon was right. Looking up Lottie regarded her in a new, cautious light: "What the hell happened, and who are you exactly?"

"My name is B'Eloria of the Klingon House of Tarrf," B'Eloria said slowly, trying to collect her thoughts. "I am a passenger on this vessel and will be disembarking in Klingon space. I pose no threat to you... unless you make yourself a threat to me."

"Tal, can you hear me? Did you find the gem yet?" The crackling from the dead mercs comm link crackled with some distortion. "We've chased the captain and the engineer down a rabbit hole, fall back to engineering."

"Come on," Lottie rose to her feet. "We need to flush these bastards out."

B'Eloria followed the woman, ready for a fight.

"This is Jones to anyone, get to the Bridge, Jan and I are on our way up we are going to regroup and kick these bastards off." Jone's voice rang out through Lotties communicator.

"Come, on that's our cue."

 

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