Lost (part 1)

Posted on Thu Mar 13th, 2014 @ 1:47pm by Lieutenant JG Marek Lovok [Lynx] & Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus & 1st Lieutenant Kara Melo & Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale & Korok Lukk
Edited on on Thu Mar 13th, 2014 @ 10:43pm

1,041 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Unknown

ON

The room was dark. Several flickering lanterns hung high on the rock walls, barely casting shadows on the floor below. The air was thick with the stench of rancid sweat and fresh blood.

Samantha regained consciousness and lay on the hard ground, listening with her mind and her ears to find out as much as she could. Fear. Despair. Hatred. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

The swirling of the colors were like casting light into darkness, an overriding feeling of despair came with the territory. She felt a bump on the back of her head from when she fell, the lingering head ache from whatever had knocked her out lingered. It was a sedative ; a 'trank' as they call them in some circles outside the friendly ones, and very effective.

The Auras around her were far different from what seemed a few seconds ago, the tingle of Transport had taken her away from the ship as well as by surprise. opening her eyes she found herself in dim lighting; her eyes adjusted quickly, a by product from being only freed a few months ago and having to endure captivity. She did not have to raise her head to know she was in a cage, a place where the stench only confirmed what she feared most.

*Why Me...* She admit to herself fighting the urge to cry. *I just escaped this...* Spartacus thought, maybe loudly.

"It's okay," Sam whispered. "We'll get out of this. I've been in a place like this, too. A prison mine. This...I'm not sure what this is, but there has to be a way out."

The door slid open far enough and they shoved the half klingon into the room. The door slid shut behind him and seemed to disappear into the wall. Korok took one step and then another. He slumped onto his knees and then fell face first onto the floor as he groaned with intense pain.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"It appears we've suddenly become the popular bunch. Yet another group of idiots with a death wish decided to pull a good ol' fashion kidnapping like our last friends tried. Either this is a really bad joke which is getting old fast or we just have some crappy luck." Amarylis stated as she surveyed her surroundings.

"I really hope it's just bad luck," Sam muttered.

Marek snapped up to a seated position, he had been late to the party and was about to chat with his new chief. Though before he could he witnessed several officers get beamed away, only a few moments before he too was taken. He looked around and heard someone say what he feared happened just out loud.

The Romulan frowned. "Not again!" He announced.

Korok pushed and rolled over onto his back, with a deep guttural groan his shirt half ripped and torn, bruises could be seen on his exposed skin from where they had tested his endurance. "What did the lot of you do prior to my arrival to make someone so mad?"

"We didn't do anything," Marek answered with frustration in his voice. "This is, I hope, unrelated. Yes it is because that was an abandoned ancient computer and this situation looks like it actually has people behind it." He glared at Korok.

Korok sat up with a groan of pain, his body felt like it had been used as a punching bag and it had. The half klingon glanced at the direction of the voice. He saw it belonged to a man that had dark hair and was about his own height. "So, that explains it. Someone simply disliked the lot of the ships crew because of what you did not do, so they decided to abduct civilians as well." Korok replied with his usual growl and looked at the man who glowered at him and he returned it with a glimmer of his own frustration written across his face.

"I don't think so," Sam said. "I don't think this has anything to do with the planet we were just on."

"Well I would hope not, as if it did it certainly doesn't explain me. I arrived after that." Korok said

"We need to find out who took us and why we're here. Then we need to find a way back to the ship," Sam said. She got to her feet and slowly began to examine the room. The walls looked like they were a cave of some sort. That, or someone had taken great pains to make it look so. The ground was dirt, mostly hard-packed. Fortunately there wasn't much moisture as the walls and floor were relatively dry. There was only one entrance and that was a heavy wooden door with metal bands around it for strength. There was a small slot in the bottom for passing items in and out of the cell. From what she'd heard before, Sam deduced that the door was barred from the outside.

"Any suggestions?" she asked the room at large.

"Yes, one of three things. We jump them when and if they come to take one of us again or to feed us. Or one of us feigns death or illness so badly that they need to come to investigate. Or we fight among ourselves and then perhaps they will come and interrupt us." Korok said in his quiet reverberating growl "But I do not recommend the third as they will probably simply come and injure us or kill us."

"There are Orion Auras; slaver types and worst..." Spartacus went over to Korok and with the lightest touch began inspecting the bruising and gently touched certain key places. "IS anything broken that you can feel?" She look into the man's eyes. "I am a touch telepath and I wish to use that to help me narrow where you hurt, I cannot read thoughts but emotions, My heritage did not come from betazed so I was taught different ways and I can use those to help see where to bind your wounds and not if you let me?"

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Ensign Teena Spartacus
Counselor

Korok
Lounge worker

Sergeant Amarylis Beckinsale
Marine

Lieutenant JG Marek Lovok
Assistant Chief Engineer

 

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