Belly of the Beast (part 5)

Posted on Fri Jun 6th, 2014 @ 3:41pm by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus & Korok Lukk

1,087 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: Inside the Compound, Planetside

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

Korok growled in pain and took a few deep breaths. Tested his leg and narrowed his eyes and moved forward again, ever watchful, he studied the man's eyes as he knew they would tell him when he was about to try something. When he got close enough Korok swung at the man once more with his left and then as the man tried to dodge Korok grabbed him around his core and toppled him over and sat on him. He grabbed his hair with one hand and proceeded to hit him repeatedly in the face.

[NEW]

[Corridors]

The Slave Girl had found a Slave carrying a platter of good food; the succulent smell told her that this was meant for the people in charge; namely one Nero and his minions, this was something that she could have used a bit ago. The girl had no guards with her yet, what harm could a Slave Girl hauling a heavy platter be with the knowledge that if she spills she will be harshly punished with no hope for appeal.

Trailing this fellow Slave Girl would bring her closer to where the power lie. She could maybe find a path to Nero, a way to cut off his escapes when the Federation Marines start to have their attack? It was not much of a plan but then she is still formulating it as she goes.

[Arena]

The Security Officers are taught to use anything they can and a cheap shot in a fight is not uncalled for. "Do you want children?" He kicked with all that he had, feeling something semi-solid compact slightly and compress under the blow, the second kick would really bring the point home.

Using the fist he hit the Klingon in the throat, the Klingon race had very strong muscles only second to Cardassians. It would not kill the Klingon but would make it hard to breathe. He did not let up as he used both hands together and a full torso rotation to get all the force he could behind the twin fists strike to the head. A finishing blow to just about any creature in the universe.

Korok gurgled and clutched at his throat.


"Kill him! Kill him!" The chant grew louder, accompanied by stomping feet.

Food flew in the Box where Nero sat followed a second later by the now empty platter echoing as it hit Nero Solidly to put him in the chair with his head back. The Little SLave Girl leapt into a good place and the Gladius under the tray was to his throat.

"Stop the fight or all three of you die!" She demanded.

"I could have you killed where you stand," Nero hissed.

"Do you trust your replacement's aim to be true?" Spartacus was taking more covre behind him without moving the knife. "Or will a 'stray shot set a moving up of the ranking." She whispered in his ear.

the brat had a point. Nero wondered briefly where she came from -- and why she wasn't dead yet. "Who are you?"

"I am Spartacus." She said as introduction. "Leave him live or you die." She warned quietly. "You know they will thank a slave girl for killing the competition so you won't hinder my getting away so your choice come with me or die?"

"My men killed you," Nero hissed. He glared at her out of the corner of his eye. "Why should I leave if you're only going to kill me?"

"Never Kill your ticket out." Spartacus cooed. "If the master lives the slave lives.. Orion Rule." She quote. "I just want to live long enough to soak alone in a hot bath and get your filth off me."

Nero looked around at his guards. In reality, he didn't trust any of them not to shoot him and take his place. "The match is over. Take them both back to their cell."

The chants turned into jeers. "Kill them! Kill them!"

"Enough. They will die tomorrow," Nero said loudly. "The Klingon needs a day to recover from his...wounds. I want more sport from him before he dies."

Somewhat pacified, the crowd grumbled, but didn't protest.

Nero stood. "You have your lives. Get me out of here."

"Tis way kind sir." The Slave Girl instructed. "Now where is that little place in the wall you have for emergencies?" SHe asked quietly keeping a blade to him.

"What's to stop you from killing me the minute I show you?" he countered. He didn't trust her but he didn't trust his men at this moment, either. He had a few men he could trust. As they moved, he began to look for one of them.

"The code to the ship to escape in I hope you damn well have on stand by?" Spartacus told him. "I am a survivor so I know my options here."

TAG

Spartacus lead the man to the coridor entrance and tripped the switch. The door opened and as soon as both were in here and the door closed she moved the blade to his back , a 'nudge' and it would be through his heart. "If you even think of setting me up I will kill you, get me out of here and you live." She told him. "I know who can get me out of this hell alive, that would be you."

TAG

Spartacus kept the man in front of her; why should she be the first one shot of someone got an itchy trigger finger? Once in the corridor she dragged him in the direction of the Federation officers. "Change in plan, the Federation would be kinder if they get a hold of you and because you are a prisoner they WILL Protect you and if not I will drop you where you stand."

TAG

[Federation Prison Area]

Spartacus pushed her prisoner ahead of her towards the Crew of her ship.

"I have him." Spartacus annouced and pushed him forward.

"It's Nero!" One of the Security personnel raised a weapon . "Take him down!" Nero knew the better part of Valor and dropped to the ground leaving one Slave Girl with a Gladius in her hand.

"Oh Damn..." Spartacus dropped the sword and started running for cover away from here...

Sam walked slowly over to Nero, smiling coldly. "You and I are going to have a little talk..."

OFF

Korok Luuk, Civ
Lounge Worker
Unnamed Security Officer

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
The Little Slave Girl

Nero
Overseer

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

 

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