Defeated

Posted on Fri May 16th, 2014 @ 7:06am by Korok Lukk

429 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Some Cell

Korok stared at the door that the guards would not open. He heard the secondary door close and their laughter. He ground his teeth together and beat the door with his fist again and growled low in his throat, his face and eyes revealed his disdain for those guards. He turned to look at the woman whose blood he had cleaned up. Then he looked away, perhaps he was a coward, perhaps he would not survive without the green skinned woman. He slammed his fist against the door once more and turned and slammed himself back against the wall beside it. Korok slid to the ground. He dropped his arms on his knees as his hands dangled between his legs.

Korok closed his eyes and tried to sleep. His mind searched for a different place and a different time. He hated it in this place where he was at, he missed his work, the monotony of slicing and chopping vegetables was like the thought of desert to a child, right now. Deliciously delightful. Even doing dirty dishes would be a joy in comparison. He actually didn't know if he liked this new assignment. Maia's decision to leave the Ares and work with her sister was troublesome, yet he understood. The things they had to deal with were not nor had they been good. He wondered what had happened to most of the senior crew. He liked that Jericho fella and that intelligence officer, the one from Bajor. She had a nice personality. By the prophets though he wished they would depart this place.

Actually Korok did not know if he believed in the prophets, he knew that the Pah Wraiths existed but he did not follow them. He knew that klingons had their own belief system and yet he did not follow it either. He was a mixed breed; he belonged to neither Qo'noS nor Bajor. It was why he was barely surviving in the pit and he knew it. It took every ounce of his through pattern to out think his enemy and he was tired, hurt and thirsty and that combined only helped him make more errors. He needed a bit of luck to survive his next match, he suspected though that the being that stood before him next would die a horrible death, it would be quite painful. It was what fueled his anger right now. The guards dying under his hands. He clenched his fists.

Korok's eyes felt heavy and he nodded off into an uneasy sleep.

Korok Luuk, Civ
Lounge Worker/Chef

 

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