Belly of the Beast (part 2)

Posted on Wed May 21st, 2014 @ 7:07am by Commander Alexandra Vance & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
Edited on on Wed May 21st, 2014 @ 7:18am

996 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Revenge

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She quickly retrieved her tricorder from her belt checking it for any other combatants who might enter the makeshift ring she had christened with the blood of the Cardassians. She was lucky, the uncharacteristic noise she had allowed had somehow not alerted any other personnel, the life signs were too far away. Her attention now turned to the Orion slave girl who stood by as an innocent onlooker.

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She was mezmerized by the agony of the Cardie; he was writhing in pain and he deserved it; just like those that had 'used her' in the past; a year of terror and being used as a 'Bedwarmer and punching bag' came back to her. The pain she sensed from him was like a proper bit of justice, she could almost feel the glee of the woman that had done this, there was something they shared, a hatred of Cardies. But the difference between Her and t the Cardies; the way they thought they were the God's gift to women and that every woman wanted them, and the power Cardies felt over their hapless victims, she watched him writhing in pain and that was befitting Cardassian justice to make the 'judged' suffer, but to leave it there was to be like the Cardies had taught her to be, to hate and how torture was a befitting reprise.

She was better than that, from under her dress; though more of a rag, she took a small dagger she had kept near her.. heart and undetected; even in this dress she had enough material to hide the small blade. Which flew into the man's throat and ended his suffering.

"Mercy is what separates us." She all but cursed under her breath.

"Hey there. Please don't be scared my name is Commander Vance and I'm from a federation starship. I've come to get you and my friends out of here, do you know where they are? They are human." she said offering the girl her hand.

"The Calypso Crew are separated from the main population." The Slave Girl replied. "Why would I be afraid of the Federation?" She said with some relief while walking to remove a Gladius. "There are three sets of guards between here and the Calypso Crew, the second batch will be four guards in a small 'guard shack' near the entrance to the Federation wing of prisoners and two guards at the last junction door leading into where the Commodore and her people are being held." If we do not take long to extinguish them we can make easy work of them, they do not expect any aggressions in this place, The Syndicate appears to have control." She smiled. "Too much ego to really guard two women from making fools of them."

"A control they will soon forfeit." Vance replied as she removed her knives from the corpses of the guards that now only twitched having bled out. She took the flat edges of each side of the blade and wiped the blood on her cheeks. "By all means." Alexandra stated motioning the girl to take her to the crew.

The Slave Girl took her own small blade and moved towards the corridor leading where the federation Personnel were being kept. Her goal is to get the Commander to them and then maybe a signa to the ship to get people rescued?

"The Commodore was trying to make people have faith of your arrival." The Slave girl said as she took the lead, bare foot she moved with near silence. "There are many who have died, even more wounded to some degree." The Girl turned a corner and was slowing slightly as she came upon the first set of two guards just killing time and not really watching that vigilantly. "Tomar is a evil sort; the larger one, while his partner Vinga is just a loud mouth that barely knows one end of a sword from another but he is good with a Disruptor.

The slave girl held the small dagger and with a couple of practiced prepatory extensions let her blade fly catching the smaller guard in the throat, he garglled and clutched where the blade had been.

Vance has trailed the girl deviating as she approached the other guard. She swiftly placed her hand on the guards chin forcing his head back exposing his flesh to the blade in her other hand in which she pressed the sharp edge into the guard's flesh and running it quickly along his neck causing blood to gush from his carotid artery. He clutched his neck instinctively gasping for air as he tried fruitlessly to stop the flow of blood. He descent was slow as he slipped off the bench he was sitting on before timbering face first on the floor where his corpse would come to it's final rest.

She looked back at the girl signalling her readiness to continue on.

The Slave girl got her own blade and a knife off the guard, she left the disruptor on his side of the fallen guard, she hated vulgar weapons and the noise would bring down half the guard complement. Padding along the girl had a blade in each hand. "I graduated from the fighting ring to this." She quietly told, this is the fate of a winner, slavery but not in a cage. She took the short distance to the next opening. "I can stick one and charge another but the farther ones out can I leave to you?"

Vance nodded to the girl and awaited her to make the initial move. She would adjust her speed to meet with the unsuspecting usurpers as the Orion attacked timing it such as they would be surprised by the second assailant. Several targeted strikes to key joints would quickly drop them allowing both Vance and the Orion passage without alerting other guards.

(To be continued...)

Commander Alexandra Vance
Executive Officer

Little Slave Girl
NPCd by Hans Shiloh

 

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