Magok (part 1)

Posted on Thu Jun 28th, 2012 @ 10:56am by Commodore Samantha York

696 words; about a 3 minute read

ON

Samantha kept to the back ways, passages between tents and away from the people running both in and out of the riot area. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the caves. Ventilation was fair at best, but she could see a red glow on the horizon that wasn't part of the glow from the mining operations. No, this was the glow of tents on fire.

Why they rioters felt it necessary to burn the place down when there was only one way out was beyond her. All it would accomplish was more chaos and more deaths. But from what she'd seen, half the men in here wouldn't care as long as they could take someone else with them.

She heard the sound of a pebble skidding cross the ground and stopped, listening. Nothing. There was so much anger and hatred in here that she had a hard time isolating individuals. Unless they were people she knew. Those stood out like beacons in the hostile underground.

Another footstep. Sam froze and turned. Now she recognized the person coming up behind her. Martok.

"Hello, Samantha," he practically purred. He held a small disruptor in his hands. "I've been looking for you. We have...unfinished business."

"No. We have no business." She turned to continue towards the riot area but Martok grabbed her by the arm and pointed the gun at her again. "I said, we have unfinished business. I'll shoot you if I have to, but I'd much rather come to a more...agreeable resolution. You owe me, York."

"I owe you nothing, Martok," she said, staring him down.

Martok flicked open a tent and peered quickly inside, too quickly for Sam to react. "In here. One wrong move and I will kill you," he hissed sibilantly.

Sam knew what was coming. She'd been expecting just such a confrontation for days now. It was his timing, however, that caught her off guard. But she was ready to face him. She would face him, if for no other reason than she had to get past him to find Damon.

Sam slipped into the tent and turned to face Martok. "Last chance. Leave now and this ends."

He shook his head slowly, a malicious grin spreading across his face. " Oh, no. This is just beginning. The guards will stop the riots. They have before. Things will return to the way they were. And you and I ... well, let's just say that you will give me exactly what I want. The only question is whether you come willingly or not. It doesn't really matter to me. I'll take my pleasure either way."

Sam said nothing. Indeed, there wasn't anything to say. But she had no intention of doing things his way. All she had to do was wait for the right opportunity. It would come. Sooner or later, she'd have the chance and she'd take it. Apu made sure she was well armed.

He took her silence as compliance. " Good. I'm glad you see reason. I would much rather enjoy your company for a while." He would tire of her eventually, and then he would kill her, but with this one, her fighting spirit might just make her worth keeping. At least for a few weeks.

"Now, strip," he said, pointing the disruptor at her.

Oh, great, she thought. She thought quickly of how she could keep her weapons safe and within easy reach. She could use her bare hands, but she was much more comfortable with a knife -- or the tiny disruptor Apu found for her.

Sam turned her back to Martok and began to unbutton her vest.

"Turn around so I can see you," he ordered.

Sam slipped her knife into her vest pocket as she took it off, careful to keep it concealed. It wasn't too hard, fortunately. He was more preoccupied in his own thoughts. Good. He was already getting distracted.

She set the knife and vest carefully on the floor and turned to face him, her disruptor tucked into her bra, and began to do as he ordered.

(To be continued...)

Captain Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Martok
Sector Leader

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