Post by Dohlman on Dec 6, 2001 8:36:20 GMT -5
Dayna stood in cargo bay 6 finishing up the inventory, when the ship began to vibrate. The glass brandy bottles suddenly shattered, spilling the vile-smelling liquid all over the floor. What the…? Who was running this ship, thought Dayna. But then her mind hearkened back to the reports of a Romulan vessel that the military High Command had used as a guinea pig for the spider probe experiment. They had tried to rid themselves of the probes with a .75 cochrane wave.
S**t, the probes must be on the ship! Then Dayna felt a presence near her, but before she could turn around, she felt a garrote around her throat, choking her. She dropped the PADD, and it clattered to the floor, stopping to rest at the foot of an unanimated supply bot. She could feel herself being dragged backwards, most likely to some unfortunate end. She instinctively arched her back and reached behind her to the assailant’s groin area, squeezing as hard as she could. She heard a groan, and the garrote fell from around her neck. She heaved for breath and turned around.
The assailant was a human male who was doubled over in pain, but suddenly looked up at her with angry eyes. She kicked him in the chin and he fell back to the ground. Then Dayna dropped knee-first into his solar plexus and bent over his face. He reached up and put his hands around her throat, squeezing with all his might. She bit down on the fumiki bari in her mouth and spat it into his face. He brought his hands up to his blinded eyes and began rubbing them furiously.
“Don’t rub, sweetness. It’ll just make it worse,” whispered Dayna. Dayna then stood up and held him firm with the heel of her boot as she ripped his right shoulder out of its socket. He moaned, but did not scream. Hmm, either well trained, or a Romulan in disguise, she thought.
He reached around with his other arm to grab her leg, but Dayna gave him a swift kick in the head, knocking him unconscious. Then she walked around him and ripped the other shoulder out of its socket.
“Too bad you’re not awake to feel the pain,” said Dayna. She then stomped on both of his kneecaps, smashing the bones, and rendering him immobile. But just to be sure, Dayna stood on his ankle, and slowly put her weight on his outstretched foot, hearing his bones crack. She smiled, and did the same to the other foot. Then she walked over to a crate and grabbed some heavy-duty tape. She walked back and taped the man’s mouth and broken limbs whilst he slept.
“We’re going to have a conversation when you wake up,” she whispered into his ear. Then she dragged him behind some crates and he slumped down into a heap.
“Pleasant dreams,” said Dayna. She walked out of the cargo bay and headed for her quarters.
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Dayna was sitting at her desk when the chime rang.
“Come,” she said. Thram entered. Ah, the inimitable Thram, she thought.
“I think I know why you’re here,” said Dayna.
“You do?” he asked.
“You think I know something about our little predicament.”
“Do you?” he asked. Dayna snorted. Oh, darling, it’s not going to be that easy, she thought.
“The Captain wants to see you on the bridge,” said Thram. Dayna brought her hand up to her upswept hair and felt the tips of the several shuriken she had hidden. She imagined throwing one at Thram’s throat, watching the blood slowly trickle down his neck, his eyes opening wide in shock, his vain attempts to reach out and thrash her. She smiled slightly. No, it wouldn’t do, she thought.
She acquiesced and followed him. As she stepped out of the turbolift and onto the bridge, all eyes turned in her direction, and she could feel her face getting hot. She was more at home dodging phaser fire in a back alley, than being put on display on the bridge of a Federation starship. She looked around and noticed the penetrating gaze of Lt. Brandt, the curious stare of Ensign Kenek, the glowering look of Capt. Jeffrey, the angry glare of Commander Zack, and the unassuming stare of Counselor Rae.
Dayna marched up to the captain and stood before him, chest out, eyes straight ahead, chin up. Standard Starfleet protocol. Ptui! She spat on protocol, but paid obeisance to it when necessary.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
S**t, the probes must be on the ship! Then Dayna felt a presence near her, but before she could turn around, she felt a garrote around her throat, choking her. She dropped the PADD, and it clattered to the floor, stopping to rest at the foot of an unanimated supply bot. She could feel herself being dragged backwards, most likely to some unfortunate end. She instinctively arched her back and reached behind her to the assailant’s groin area, squeezing as hard as she could. She heard a groan, and the garrote fell from around her neck. She heaved for breath and turned around.
The assailant was a human male who was doubled over in pain, but suddenly looked up at her with angry eyes. She kicked him in the chin and he fell back to the ground. Then Dayna dropped knee-first into his solar plexus and bent over his face. He reached up and put his hands around her throat, squeezing with all his might. She bit down on the fumiki bari in her mouth and spat it into his face. He brought his hands up to his blinded eyes and began rubbing them furiously.
“Don’t rub, sweetness. It’ll just make it worse,” whispered Dayna. Dayna then stood up and held him firm with the heel of her boot as she ripped his right shoulder out of its socket. He moaned, but did not scream. Hmm, either well trained, or a Romulan in disguise, she thought.
He reached around with his other arm to grab her leg, but Dayna gave him a swift kick in the head, knocking him unconscious. Then she walked around him and ripped the other shoulder out of its socket.
“Too bad you’re not awake to feel the pain,” said Dayna. She then stomped on both of his kneecaps, smashing the bones, and rendering him immobile. But just to be sure, Dayna stood on his ankle, and slowly put her weight on his outstretched foot, hearing his bones crack. She smiled, and did the same to the other foot. Then she walked over to a crate and grabbed some heavy-duty tape. She walked back and taped the man’s mouth and broken limbs whilst he slept.
“We’re going to have a conversation when you wake up,” she whispered into his ear. Then she dragged him behind some crates and he slumped down into a heap.
“Pleasant dreams,” said Dayna. She walked out of the cargo bay and headed for her quarters.
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Dayna was sitting at her desk when the chime rang.
“Come,” she said. Thram entered. Ah, the inimitable Thram, she thought.
“I think I know why you’re here,” said Dayna.
“You do?” he asked.
“You think I know something about our little predicament.”
“Do you?” he asked. Dayna snorted. Oh, darling, it’s not going to be that easy, she thought.
“The Captain wants to see you on the bridge,” said Thram. Dayna brought her hand up to her upswept hair and felt the tips of the several shuriken she had hidden. She imagined throwing one at Thram’s throat, watching the blood slowly trickle down his neck, his eyes opening wide in shock, his vain attempts to reach out and thrash her. She smiled slightly. No, it wouldn’t do, she thought.
She acquiesced and followed him. As she stepped out of the turbolift and onto the bridge, all eyes turned in her direction, and she could feel her face getting hot. She was more at home dodging phaser fire in a back alley, than being put on display on the bridge of a Federation starship. She looked around and noticed the penetrating gaze of Lt. Brandt, the curious stare of Ensign Kenek, the glowering look of Capt. Jeffrey, the angry glare of Commander Zack, and the unassuming stare of Counselor Rae.
Dayna marched up to the captain and stood before him, chest out, eyes straight ahead, chin up. Standard Starfleet protocol. Ptui! She spat on protocol, but paid obeisance to it when necessary.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”