Predator and Prey

Posted on Sat Jul 25th, 2009 @ 9:52pm by Sky Summers & Tyl'varas Shrive

523 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Session One - Jailhouse Rock

Sky had been meandering around the ship for a while, and had found it to be almost completely devoid of life. She knew that others lived and worked on the ship, but had seen no one since the meeting on the bridge.

Her feet were beginning to complain, and her stomach was making itself known also. But yet again, the mess hall was empty. The last time she had been in the room that delightful Orion girl had been in here. Now it was lifeless and in its own way cold and uninviting. Still, if she wanted food, this is where she had to go.

She was part way through prepping a meal when she felt rather than heard someone stood behind her. Instantly her guard was up, and she delicately reached for the blade hidden in the folds and layers of her gown.

The body took a step towards her, she thought threateningly and reacted instantly and swiftly. The blade was drawn and held firmly in her hand as she spun and held the blade so close to the throat of her so thought attacker that she found the blade had drawn a small amount of light blue liquid... was it blood?

As she came to the realization of whom her adversary was, she felt cold metal against her upper chest. A small dagger had torn a hole through her dress, and was waiting eagerly for the taste of her heart.

"I pose what may be either a simple question to you, or a thoroughly complicated one." The Andorian gazed at her in what appeared to be a darkly amused look. He twisted the blade just enough to draw a droplet of her blood on the blade. "Do you think that you are the predator, or the prey?"

A wry smile twisted her features into something that looked almost pleasant. "Regardless of that Mister Shrive. Not all prey is toothless".
She withdrew the blade and wiped the blood from the blade with her dress, now that it was damaged she saw no point in trying to rescue the now ruined garment.

Shrive pulled his blade back, slowly and almost playfully, and reached into a pocket, withdrawing what looked to be a fine piece of cloth that had been stained. Presumably with blood. "In time, I'm sure will find out how accurate that is. You are turning out to be fascinating, even for a pinkskin. It should be interesting to see if you can survive with this crew. Until then." He slowly turned away as he started to wipe the blade clean on the cloth.

With a skilled hand she tossed the blade by the tip. Sending it sailing with speed and deadly force towards Shrive. It was a well placed aim that whistled past Shrives left ear and embedded itself in the door frame.
"I'm confident that I am accurate", the playful smile returning. "You yourself are fascinating as well Mister Shrive... For a blueskin".

The Andorian glanced at the blade, and then looked forward and continued on his way. As he walked away, Sky heard what almost sounded like a chuckle.

 

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