The great escape

Posted on Wed Mar 2nd, 2011 @ 7:19pm by Walter Jones & Jan Valentine & Morgan Pass & Charlotte Ashcroft

1,262 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Session 4: The Humans are Dead...

Jones had the hover car flat out, dodging in and out of traffic. Not entirely sure if they had followed him and Lottie. He screamed the car into the hanger bay and parked it, making sure that Ashcroft's side was facing the Warden to make it easier for her to get in.

"Jones to Bruce, get the engines spun up we need to get out of here in a hurry." Walter ran around to the other side of the car and leaned over the hood with his weapon drawn.

Bruce was lounging in the pilots chair looking at a specs sheet for a new design of craft that was being proposed by starfleet when Jone's comm came threw. He recognized the tones and sat bolt upright. He bumped the RCS to hot standby and gave the Impulse Fusion generators a gentle tickle to wake them. He knew they were in a rush, built he didn't want to leave anything important behind when they lept away.

Jan screeched into the hangar, thick black smoke was pouring out from the hood, completely obscuring the windshield. He slowed the car, but couldn't stop it.

"Fuck it!" Jan shouted, and broadsided a cargo container, which brought the car to a metal wrenching, crunching, halt.

"Hey Walt, new eye works great, now lets get the hell out of here!" Jan shouted, kicking the driver's door down.

Morgan tried to get up from the floor of the back seat but he was quite dizzy by now. A hot rang out and he ducked his head again, crawling after the engineer.

The sound of Jan's bone crunching crash made Lottie turn, her heart leap in her chest. Feeling relieved at the occupant she lowered the fire arm and limped up the loading ramp into the Warden. As the men boarded she took the moment to look about herself and tighten the hurried bandage around her thigh. She was a mess, the stunning dress Jones had given her was singed, ribbed and dotted with blood. That certainly wasn't the most polite way to treat his gift to her.

"Well come on, stop yapping and get on!" she called egging the men aboard.

Morgan ran in a half stoop with his hands over his head. He was used to battle fields, probably more so than any of the other crew. When he arrived next to Lottie he stopped, glancing at the makeshift bandage. He sniffed in disapproval, but not disdain.

"When you have a moment, I'll dress that again."

"Thanks Doc, that would be nice it was a rush job before" She flashed him a brief smile.

As Jones leapt up the gantry the RCS suddenly roared alive and hot gas spilled to the tarmac. The internal comms sang in Air's rich 'Strine accent, "Please ensure all overhead luggage is stored correctly and you are holding your stomachs firmly."

With that the ground fell away and their stomachs fell through their boots before the inertial dampeners were able to compensate.

"God dammit Air! Next time give the engines a chance to warm up! They're not meant to run cold!" Jan shouted, monitoring the engineering consoles.

"Latent temperature was within 50 degrees of minimum when I fired them. It was a calculated risk," Air bellowed back trying hard to keep the lift flat and stable. "Can someone shut that door. It is creating one HELL of a drag!"

Jones pressed the lift door and watched as the ground slowly disappeared below them. He took a handkerchief out of his tattered coat and wiped his brow.

The sudden lunge as the ship took off in a hurry the lavish dinner Lottie had eaten previous sank like a stone, her weakened stance crumpled depositing her onto the deck looking ashen.

Pass tried to catch her as she went down, "Actually, I think I will take a look at that bandage now. Can't have it going septic."

He half carried Lottie to the infirmary. She didn't protest, though was surprised at how strong Pass was, despite his age and small form.

A few moments later Jones appeared on the bridge and sat down in his chair. He breathed a sigh of relief, they were out, and on their way to safety. Suddenly a beep came over the comm and a ghastly voice rang out over the internal speakers

"Jones, don't think this over." a fuzzy image began to appear on the screen and then their nemesis came in with crystal clarity. "I will hunt you all down, to make sure you bleed. One at a time.... I will make you suffer..."

Now in the infirmary Lottie shivered at the voice broke into a cold heartless cackle. She felt sick and feverish by it all. Stretching up she slapped the comm cutting off disembodied voice: "Jones, put as much distance between us and this planet as possible. And have Jan check for tracking devices, I have a unpleasant feeling about this..."

"Can't this guy just stay dead!?" Jan said, while he started a scan for transmitters.

Jones tried to cut off the transmission but it wouldn't turn off.

"You can't get rid of me that easy old man." Park laughed at the screen. "I'll see you soon."

The screen cut off and the only sound was the ship.

"Get us into orbit, and then the hell out of here." Jones grabbed a hand held scanner and started to run down to the cargo holds. "I'll start scanning the crap we took on, hopefully he didn't embed it in that."

"Setting course for 'Hell-outta-here', aye sir!" Air said struggling to hold the jockey stick against the atmospheric turbulence.

In the infirmary Lottie chuckled drly. "Let's hope I'm wrong," she depressed the button closing the channel and looked toward Pass. "Would now be a good time? I don't feel great right now"

Pass pushed Lottie back onto the bed, "I will not be able to rebind this while you keep moving around. That was an empty threat. If, whoever that was, could get at you now he wouldn't be wasting his breath. that was just intimidation to get you off side."

He looked at Lotties' expression, "And it seems it was quite effective. Is this something I should know about, then?"

"It's a long story," she sighed wincing as Pass began to unwind the bandage. "His name is Park Stamir, we've had a few crossings in the past, he's a mean piece of work. A treacherous bastard," she shivered, "I saw him die, his body vaporized - yet he's alive, shot me in the leg and now goads us."

Pass looked critically at the wound, "Not a disruptor wound, too clean an entry. Looks like armour piercers. You're lucky. If it had been hollow point you wouldn't have a leg. The round went straight through so we'll just bind it and elevate it. You should rest for about an hour till your blood loss settles."

She nodded as Pass worked, she wasn't in the mood to argue. "Sounds great, thanks," she remarked. "Did Jan get his eye sorted?"

"He got it replaced, and the implant appears to be functioning correctly, if that is what you mean. Their are not a race that goes in for aesthetics, however. You may want to hold of eating for a few hours before you look at him next... but I felt that way about him before the opperation."

The woman smirked," How suble Doc," she rose gingerly testing her weight upon the wound. "Thanks, I'm going to grab some rack if I can."

 

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