She should be easy... (part 2)

Posted on Fri Mar 14th, 2014 @ 10:40am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus

1,179 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Revenge

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

"No, we have not met, Captain York. You may call me Nero." He laughed again. "I am most familiar with your Federation history, am I not?" He laughed again. "Yes. You and your people will fight in the arena. It is up to me whether you live or die." He smiled cruelly. "You see, that is the nature of the games. To live. Now, so that you know the gravity of your situation, I will permit you to watch the first of your people die."

[NEW]

Sam turned, intent on saving Spartacus, as it had to be her, but she was pulled down to a seat and held firmly in place. "No, my dear. You will not be allowed to help her. Not yet, anyway. Your turn will come."

Spartacus had stepped out of the entry hall and into the dirt; her heels ; though only slight , did not allow her to move well, she kicked them off and removed her jacket as she would need it later for warmth and to look better. Hiking up the skirt of the uniform slightly she did not need her Betazoid heritage to know what this unbathed savage was thinking, he salivated at the thought of her, she did not need to use her Orion Wilds but they would help distract him a bit.

The sound of the wall section caught her by surprise, the Slime had the signal to charge and grab a weapon displayed there. Looking around she noted the sun beint past mid point and looked to be decending at first glance and guess. Unless these people were 'Early Birds' it had to be an afternoon show?

"More mistakes and I will end up being had..." Spartacus hated what this dirt was doing to her silk hose, they were hard to come by and not cheap with Ferengi shipping rates.

Sam watched Spartacus, hoping that as the woman was Starfleet and had been trained that she would be able to hold her own in the fight, but her stature and the fact that she was traumatized by being in the cell worried her.

Jek-el grabbed a whip, something to show her who was master, he would treat her like the slave she is before he took her. WHat was an Orion compared to a man of his six foot three stature.

"He took the whip..." she did not like the idea of being punished again, those disgusting ferengi had used their whips on her in the past and she swore to not have a whip hurt her like that again. "Typical man to take something to 'entice' a woman into submission.

Jek-el stood between her and the weapons, they had only opened one side, a race is what they wanted and she lost. They were bending rules and letting him get the upper hand. He made a crack just hear the echo followed by another to show this priss how well he handled a whip. No mere woman liked the sound of a whip; he would have her in tears before he struck her...

Spartacus kept moving slowly, like a cat ready to pounce, it seemed unfair; it was to a degree. She gave him her full concentration, his aura was irregular, scattered, animalistic. The killing had tainted it; his dark passions within the aura made her wan to vomit in many was but it also gave him away. They would not want him to kill her, they would want him rewarded for whipping her into defeat and then.... she would do all to avoid that."

The Orion was not shaking yet, he would have to teach her to fear him, he arched the whip and cast it at her, the speed of the end broke the sound barrier with a dull echo. She had side stepped the attack, another strike and she jumped to one side to avoid it, staying away from him and in the open. She knew what a whip could do but how long could she out run a skilled man like Jek-el?

Sam glanced to Nero, he was focusing intently on the battle, a grin of anticipation coloring his pasty-green face.

The whip caught her left arm, she squelched the scream so not to let him know she had been clipped. She had kept moving and now she did so more erratically, it would force him to make fewer strikes to stay between her and the weapons, she would make him move the way she wanted if it took her all day.

Jek-el heard the moans and 'boo's' of the crowd as he was not entertaining them with his 'cat and mouse' game. The only problem was the moving target, he would have to get her closer, stepping forward he made a bold move, a side strike to wrap the whip around her and then he would yank hard and put her on the ground. His plan worked as she was stupid enough to step into it.

"Duck," Sam thought, but she was too late.

*Finally...* Spartacus was waiting forever; the over head strikes were not letting her get him where she could use him.

She was an accomplished gymnist and dancer, she rapidly twirled around reeling the whip and the unexpected move yanked the handle from the scum. This also set him slightly off-balance and not really prepared for Spartacus to take the steps to close distance. This left him looking at her with a new fear as she put a Strike into the Solar Plexsus, not enough to shatter a four inch square board but enough to knock the wind out of him and fold him down.

"No fun... " She a left to his throat and right hand formed a Tiger palm to his face to drop him. "For you..." She waited until he fell before unwinding the whip like a sash. "No need to use anything else." She sauntered back towards her shoes and coat, best get the shoes back on to help salvage part of her hose from real damage, his granite head would have torn them if she kicked while checking her nails."Nope none broke..." She mused to herself.

The thugs were ready to collect her but did not want to stand so close to her on the way back.

Nero swore under his breath, clearly not happy with the results of the fight.

Sam let out the breath she'd been holding. "It seems you have underestimated us." She stood, glad the guards allowed her to do so. "Can I go back to the others?"

"For now," Nero replied. "But don't get too confident. As soon as you get familiar with the rules, your fights will be to the death. I hope it gives you many nightmares," he gloated. "But you can rest with the knowledge that your crew will die before you do."

He gave a signal to the guards. "Take her back to the cell."

OFF

Ensign Teena Spartacus
Counselor

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Nero
Orion Slaver

Guards

 

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