What the hell just happened?

Posted on Thu Jun 24th, 2010 @ 7:38pm by B'Eloria House of Tarrf & Charlotte Ashcroft

282 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Session 3: Fear of the Dark

B'Eloria turned towards the young woman. She was trembling, her breath coming in hot bursts. Normally she was so focused in her anger, able to kill with her hands - not her mind. She wasn't used to this form of power. "We should dispose of the bodies," was all she could say.

In a complete reverse to her 'rescuer' Lottie shook her head, confused by what just happened. "Not right now, that can save to later. Come on we got help the others, and while we'll doing that you can explain who the hell your are and what you just did!"

"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."

"Well considering what you just did you won't have any trouble from me," Lottie replied stripping the mercenary of his weapons. She hesitated before offering a rifle to B'Eloria. "Do you want one of these, or just do that mental thing again?"

B'Eloria took the rifle. "I do not know what happened. I prefer... not to acknowledge my Betazoid lineage. I am a Klingon." She started forward. "I am glad to have acquired a real weapon."

"Suite yourself," Lottie shrugged. "We all have secerts and memoreis we wish we could take back. I'm Lottie by the way." She looked over her shoulder at B'Eloria whom towered over her. "Come on the bridge is this way. The sooner we scrub these bits of scrum off the ship the sooner we can make your port of call."

 

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