an ounce of brackish water

Posted on Sat Mar 29th, 2014 @ 9:06am by Korok Lukk

1,087 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: unknown
Timeline: current

Korok sat on the floor his back against the wall with his forearms on his knees as he waited for his time once more in the arena. He looked at his hands. They bore scratches and cuts and bruises. He had been taken often to fight others. He learned that they liked to cheer when he killed another. It made his stomach roll at what he had done. He was becoming a thing, an object used for the pure entertainment for the crowds. He did not relish that fact. He and his team mate had tried just once to be defiant about it killing their opponents and not only had they come and killed the man before him but then they took the two of them and beat them. His face bore tell-tell signs of that abuse as did his chest, ribs and back. Then they threw him into a cell of confinement. It had smelled of death in there, it was a smell Korok knew only too well. When they had dragged him out he had vomited until he had dry heaved. One of the guards took a slight bit of pity on him and gave him an ounce of brackish water to drink. Then they threw him back into the pit to fight against the very man he had just fought side by side with.

He had tried once more to be defiant and not kill the man, the guards came out and beat him into submission and tried once more to force him to slaughter the man before him. It had been was his final warning. Kill him or be killed, Korok had killed him as the man would not live anyway after they had slit the other man's gizzard open.

Korok had then been shoved all the way back to his cell with the others and after he staggered into it he had curled up and slept hard then. The half klingon didn't know what had happened to the others during that time of rest. He did not know if it had been hours or minutes or maybe days. He no longer cared about time. He had failed to keep his promise to three people. He had promised to be there for those twins. He had promised that he would not disappear and that is exactly what had occurred. If he could not keep a promise like that what kind of father would he make. What kind of husband, he could not be there for support. Those words etched themselves into his mind as he slept.

His dreams turned strange after that, Korok woke with a man standing over him a huge grin on his face. "Welcome back, my friend."

Korok looked up to see warm brown eyes looking down at him and he felt himself cower inwardly. He thought it was a lie.

"Cat has taken your tongue, Korok Luuk?" The tall man asked as his warm eyes filled with concern.

Korok closed his eyes he wished this man away. He opened them again, "I am still here Korok, speak, tell me what is happening where you are."

"Captain?" He rasped

Nick smiled "Your friend, Korok so call me by my name. Call me Nick and why are you here? You have not gone and found a vial of transport have you?" Nick sounded hopeful as he queried.

Nicks face sobered as Korok replied "No, no Sir. I do not know why I am here. I was forced into a pit, to fight."

"Ah, so the first place you could think of as a safe haven was to be here with me?" Nick replied with a chuckle. "What about that Ensign, um..." Nick stroked his now greying beard. "Roberts?" He questioned and then continued "I think she would make a much more inviting place to be at or with then I, don't you agree?"

Korok groaned and closed his eyes "Captain, make it, make them stop?"

"I can't do that Korok. I cannot even leave this place so how can I make anyone stop." Nick tapped Korok leg "But do not give up hope. Always keep hope in your heart my Bajoran friend." Nick replied as he poked a fire and Korok could smell something cooking, it smelt good and his mouth watered.

"Do you have anything to drink Captain?" Korok questioned as he sat up with a groan.

A woman moved near and checked his bruises and cuts, her fingers deft ans sure about what she did. She spoke quietly "Deep breath"

Korok sucked in his breath and winced at the pain as he felt the woman's fingers probe a tender spot.

"Let it out." She said

Korok blew out his breath as he did she slammed her fist into his side and a crunch could be heard.

Korok howled in pain and jumped to his feet in a form of defense. It was then that he could tell that he could breathe once more.

The woman simply grinned and walked away into the darkness and beckoned him to follow.

"Water?" The Captain questioned and held out a mug. He glanced at the woman who walked away. "I would not follow her Korok. She is not what she seems and she will take your soul."

Korok walked over to take the cup his Captain held out for him to drink from. He took the cup and drank the water, it was cool and refreshing. It revitalized him. "I belong to another." But his eyes lingered on the spot that the woman had gone, she had looked like Roberta, dark hair. He handed the cup back to Nick.

"Sir, why are you will in this place?" Korok asked as he crouched down near the fire, it warmed his skin; he felt cold suddenly and shivered.

Nick chuckled "Korok, the question you should ask is why are, YOU in this place not I, and you should go back..." The woman started to come back out of the woods, she did not look so inviting and Nick tapped Korok in the middle of his forehead. "go back NOW!" Korok felt himself fall back into himself and he struggled to right himself and floundered to wake. He heard Nick's voice "Don't forget."

Korok woke his back against the wall, he shivered in the chill of the air. He however breathed easier as if his ribs and wounds had been healed miraculously. He heard the door before it opened. "Klingon..."

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Korok Luuk, Civ (npc)
Lounge Worker

 

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