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Post by Logan on Sept 25, 2007 13:01:53 GMT -6
"You won't get off the Prison Barge alive if I have anything to say about it."
Logan faced Chip, crossing her arms and looking down at him icily. "Well, lucky for me you don't have anything to say about it. I'm going to make sure you reach your cell and then I'm going to walk away knowing I'll never have to see your face again."
Comeek laughed.
Logan wasn't sure who was more surprised, herself or Chip.
Comeek couldn't help it. The deep chuckle that escaped his throat caused Chip and Logan to glare at him in surprise.
He ignored Chip and stared up at Logan. Her perplexed frown and raised eyebrow almost made him sink into a fit of giggles. He shook his head to clear his mind and returned her stare with ferocity. He couldn't be sure but he thought she stepped back slightly, her hand resting on her thigh as if yearning for the blaster that wasn't there. He needed to be careful. She was too perceptive for him to make mistakes now.
"What's so funny?" Logan's voice was barely a whisper.
"Nothing, my pet." He leered at her and was rewarded when he saw her fist clench involuntarily against her leg.
He could feel Chip's elbow digging into his ribs, trying to get his attention, but paid him no mind and focused on Logan. "You seem to have forgotten something, my sweet."
Logan seemed to be at ease, but her stance was that of a Warrior, prepared for anything. The only problem was she wasn't prepared for what happened next.
She heard N'Rondar's shout as she saw Comeek move faster than a bound man should be able to. He went from sitting to standing in less than a micron, his hands arching in front of him as he clasped Logan around the knees and brought her down to the deck, hard. Before she knew what hit her, she was flat on her back.
Comeek landed on top of her, knocking the breath from her lungs. His arms locked around her so tightly she was having trouble concentrating, she hardly knew what was happening until she found herself being forced up from the deck.
Comeek grabbed the hair at the base of her neck and pulled, forcing her to look up into his face. His smile held none of his usual perversion. He looked victorious.
She struggled against him, but his firm grip was impossible to break. Even he didn't understand where this strength was coming from. But he had a glimmer of hope. The Master wants this. The Master is giving me the means to have what is rightfully mine.
He saw no fear in Logan's eyes. That disappointed him. She was trying to turn her head to see what the others were doing, why no one was coming to her aid.
What Logan couldn't see were his hands, covered in blood and the small blaster that he had aimed at the base of her spine.
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Post by Brie on Sept 26, 2007 8:26:38 GMT -6
Brie still wasn't sure if the two men could understand her. She assumed that they were human, but for all she knew they could be half bovine, half daggit. One of them kept tapping on his helmet, like he was trying to make it work. "Lieutenant Janey," Brie said, slowly moving to slightly face the woman, while keeping the visitors in her peripheral vision, "hand me the laser. Handle first." Although the younger officer seemed surprised by the order she did as commanded. Brie took it from her, then held it out non-threateningly towards one of the men. "This is the only weapon on board," she said. "Take it. We're otherwise unarmed." The man took it from her. Brie hoped that they would see it as a sign of good faith. She realized that one small laser wouldn't be of much use against two people who were heavily armed and armored, so they didn't really need it. Plus, it wasn't of good quality, after being fired twice the charge was almost depleted. It was Brie's hope that the men would trust her maybe a little bit, see the truth and not listen to Trula's lies. She also hoped that they hadn't caught her slip about killing Jorma. "Now why don't you take those helmets off so you can hear me better, and we can discuss this situation, face to face?"
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BRIK
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Post by BRIK on Sept 27, 2007 2:48:26 GMT -6
DAMN MICROPHONE! What a time for this junk to go on the blink! He tapped on it repeatedly, hoping that the age-old remedy for faulty equipment would work.
".....shhh...shhh..sh.sh...sh..shhhh...shhh...somehow were able to get their bonds undone, and they killed Jorma, one of our guards. If you don't believe me look for yourself, her body is just to my right."
"I killed Jorma in self defense!" Brie cried out. Immediately she realized that it might have been the wrong thing to say.
OH MY GODS! Anj was amazed at their treachery and barbarity! It's one thing to want your freedom, but to kill a guardsman for simply doing his duty...that was unacceptable!
What's this? Hmm...the woman hands over the weapon. Apparently this prisoner recognizes his outrage and seeks to placate him by a gesture of submission... He takes it and crushes it's small frame under his heavily armored boot.
He activates his helmet speakers...
"All of you uniformed Alliance goons, get back!"
The Colonial Warriors stood still for a moment out of pure shock! Alliance? What alliance? THE EASTERN ALLIANCE! That was yahrens ago! And how did these people know about that?!? FRACK! He thinks we're them?!?!?
Brik began haltingly, "No...you see, uh...we're actually..." He never finished. "SILENCE! You will back away from these officials or be shot...AT ONCE!" He motioned with his large weapon in a way that was entirely unmistakable.
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Post by Brie on Sept 27, 2007 8:06:01 GMT -6
Brie noticed something. Even though they tried to look menacing, one of the two men, or whatever they were, was shaking. He was nervous! These two weren't warriors, they were most likely scavengers. They had seen the shuttle just sitting there and had hoped that it was empty so they could have it, Brie would bet her life on it. In fact, that was what she was about to do. "Go ahead," she said, moving so that she was standing right in front of the nervous one. "Shoot me. That's the only way that you're going to get anywhere near the prisoners. But let me warn you, if you kill me you'll have the entire Colonial Military coming down on you. Somehow, I don't think that's what your leader would want. Wouldn't it be better to have an exchange of friendship and technology? Because I can arrange that for you." Brie still wasn't sure what they had meant about the Alliance. The fleet had run into the Eastern Alliance almost 29 yahrens ago, did they mean them? If so, then she knew that Commander Apollo would want to talk to these two, see what else they knew. Maybe they even knew something that could help lead them to Earth...if it even existed. "So what do you say? I can introduce you to our leaders, offer you food and beverage, even arrange for a bounty to be brought back to your people. But that's NOT going to happen if I'm dead."
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Post by Brie on Sept 28, 2007 14:55:06 GMT -6
"Holt" exited the shuttle with a smug grin on his face. The last time he had been on the Callisto...but now, no one knew that it was him. There were only half a dozen or so people in the entire fleet that knew he was still alive and about his physical transformation. Two of them were on the Battlestar Callisto. No one else even noticed him, and with the countless people that had been evacuated from the Starliner Alpha swarming about, no one would. Quietly, Holt made his way to the man's quarters and knocked on the door.
"Quickly," the man said, and hurried Holt inside. He closed the door behind them and bowed low. "Master Pierce, Aola and I are honored to have you as our guests."
"Rise, Ranny," Pierce said, placing a hand on the man and slowly moving him back to his full height. He didn't normally learn his followers names, but for the few who knew the most important information, he knew that it was vital.
A woman came from the only other room in the small dwelling. Her arms were full of laundry, which she dropped immediately as soon as she saw Pierce. She also bowed. "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you were here."
"It's fine, my pet," Pierce replied. "There were no ill intentions." He turned back towards Ranny. "What is the latest on the current situation?"
"All is well, Master," Ranny replied. "The plan is still in place, only a day later. We had made it almost all the way to end. Everyone is safe, and no one suspects a thing. And, of course, Aola and I would be honored to have you stay here with us until your shuttle returns to the Starliner Alpha."
"I am the one who would be honored," Pierce replied with false sincerity. "Tell me, who is responsible for this current debacle?"
Ranny hesitated. "Your servant Chip was the one in charge on the men's shuttle."
Pierce raised his voice slightly. "Didn't he know that their attempted escape was just supposed to be a diversion?" He moved closer to Ranny.
"Yes, Master," Ranny answered nervously. "But maybe he saw it as a chance..."
"I don't want to hear about chances!" Pierce said sternly, all the while keeping control. He placed his hands around Ranny's neck and squeezed slightly. "Didn't he know that he was supposed to stay away from the Starliner Alpha?"
"Yes, Master," Ranny squeaked out.
"Didn't he know that he could have ruined everything?"
"But Master.." Ranny was just barely getting enough breath to get the words out. Aola stooped down and picked up the laundry, ignoring what was happening with her husband.
"Shouldn't he be taught a lesson?" Pierce asked calmly.
"Yes Master."
"Good." Pierce let go of Ranny's throat and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll expect you to take care of that right away. An example must be set. Chip is not to survive his first light cycle on the Prison Barge."
"I'll make the arrangements right now, Master," Ranny said. He started towards the door.
"Thank you," Pierce said serenely. He walked towards Aola, who had just left the laundry on a chair, and put his arm around her shoulder. "And while you're doing that for me, I'll stay here and pleasure your wife."
"Master," Ranny replied, "that would be an incredible blessing for both Aola and me." He walked out the door to complete his assignment, taking one last peek inside. A smile crossed his face as he saw Pierce was already removing his wife's blouse. They were two of the Chosen Few.
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Post by Brie on Oct 1, 2007 9:55:11 GMT -6
A couple of centars later Ranny and Pierce were enjoying a meal in Ranny's quarters. Since he hadn't wanted to arouse suspicion, he brought back two meals as usual, meaning that Aola would go without. Pierce was enjoying the Ambrosia that had been saved for Ranny and Aola's upcoming sealing anniversary. At the same time, he was filling them in on his latest plan. "So that is what I'm going to need you to do," he said, his mouth full.
"Of course, Master, I'll take care of it," Ranny replied. "But do you think that it's such a good idea?"
Pierce put down his glass and stared long at Ranny. "Are you DOUBTING me?"
"No, Master," Ranny said quickly. "It's just that...I can see a lot of places where things could go wrong."
Pierce smiled, and took another gulp of Ambrosia. "I will take care of everything on my end. If anything goes wrong on yours, I will hold you responsible. Remember, everyone is expendable." He finished his glass, and Aola poured him another. "Besides, if something goes wrong, she just ends up dead." He ran his hand over Aola's thigh. "No great loss."
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Post by Logan on Oct 2, 2007 8:24:23 GMT -6
Logan's mind raced as she went over her options.
Comeek's fetid breath was on her face and his grip around her arms and torso was like iron bands, cutting off her oxygen supply. She felt almost dizzy, but managed to slow her breathing, taking in as much air as possible without struggling. She knew if she didn't relax, she'd pass out and have no opportunity to escape.
She could feel that his hands were wet on the small of her back and there was something hard sticking into her flesh at the base of her spine.
She needed to get him talking, anything to give herself a few microns to figure out a course of action. She could see over his shoulder. Rozxanna-Rizou was on her feet, uncertainty in her eyes. Vreemer was smiling around the gag in his mouth at her feet.
She could hear movement behind her. Comeek's eyes darted towards the cockpit as he yelled, "Stay where you are, lieutenants! Stay. Where. You. Are." With each word he jabbed whatever he had in his hands into her back for emphasis. Logan could imagine Hush and Persephone in the doorway behind her, unsure of what to do.
Chip broke the silence, his voice teetering between elation and indecision. "For The Master's sake, Comeek! Where did you get a blaster? And untie me so we can revert back to the plan! "
Comeek spared Chip a glance and then buried his head in Logan's neck, inhaling deeply. His free hand was still tangled in her hair and she could feel his lips on her neck. She swallowed hard, tasting bile, but kept her composure. A blaster! How the frack did he get a blaster?
A small sound behind Logan and Comeek's head popped up, the side of his face pressed against hers. She could feel the sweat trickling down his brow. "One more step and she's dead."
She heard Hush's voice, calm and steady, but underlying tension caused it to waver. "We don't have enough fuel to make it to the Starliner Alpha. Communications are restored. If the Callisto doesn't hear from us, they'll blow us to bits. You can't win."
The entire time Hush was speaking Comeek's cheek was rubbing against the side of Logan's face.
"Release her." Hush couldn't keep the panic out of his voice.
"Comeek, untie me so I can stop the fuel drain they've initiated. We still have a chance to make this work!" Chip sounded desperate and angry.
Comeek turned on Chip, dragging Logan around with him. She could see Hush and Persephone now, framed in the doorway to the cockpit. Hush looked ready to spring on Comeek, but Logan just looked at him, steady and with authority, willing him to not do anything foolish.
"Work? Work?" Comeek's grip was relentless as he addressed Chip. "I've listened to you long enough and look where it's gotten me. You are a failure, Chip! The Master has given me the gifts to overcome these traitorous daggits. Me! He is the one who had me examined by Dr. Ellis after that debacle on the Agro Ship. Before I went to the Brig, Dr. Ellis surgically implanted this blaster into the recesses of my back muscles." He jabbed the weapon into Logan's back again. "The Master gave him the knowledge to perform so delicate a surgery. All I had to do was wait. Wait for you to foul up another plan, so I could do The Master's bidding."
The implications of what he said hit Logan full force. He had a blaster imbedded in his skin the entire time. The wetness on her back suddenly made sense. Blood. He dug into his own flesh to retrieve the weapon. He's insane.
His hold seemed to be loosening ever so slightly and he moved his free hand from Logan's hair, down her back, still keeping her arms trapped against her sides. His eyes never left Chip as he pressed Logan into his body, and she felt the tension in his chest muscles. A strange gleam cast his eyes in shadow as he said softly, almost whispering, "And I will claim my reward."
The hand holding the blaster turned a fraction and Comeek fired, catching Chip in the chest. The man's eyes widened in shock. He was dead before he hit the deck.
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Post by Brie on Oct 2, 2007 16:04:59 GMT -6
The nervous one held his weapon up higher, as if trying to back Brie away. She was pretty sure that it was just for show, trying to scare her off. She wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"No!" Trula screamed. She must have taken his maneuver as more threatening than Brie had. "You can't shoot her!"
"Oh shut up Trula!" Raina ordered. "Let him do it, it's about time the fleet was rid of her."
"No," Trula pleaded, desperation in her voice. "The Widow is right. If our Master had wanted her dead, he would have killed her himself, or allowed someone else to do it. But everyone has failed, every time. Look at Dr. Ellis! How many times did he try? But he was not only unsuccessful, but in the end it cost him his own life. He could have done our cause so much good, but he died because he was going against Master Pierce's orders." Trula looked at the intruders, tears in her eyes. "Please, you have to let her live."
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Post by Brie on Oct 3, 2007 9:46:53 GMT -6
Although he had wanted to stay on the bridge until all the prisoners, especially his ex-wife, had arrived safely on the Prison Barge, the IFB report had changed Boleman's plan. He needed to fill Kammy in on what was happening in person. The poor girl must be scared to death! Promising to be back within half a centar, he made sure his personal comm was on before hurrying down the Callisto's corridors to see his fiancee and their son.
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Post by Logan on Oct 4, 2007 10:23:31 GMT -6
Logan felt Comeek's hand move as he expended the effort to fire the blaster at Chip. The blood on his hands and the small pulse of the weapon caused his hold on Logan to waver for a fraction of a micron.
Hush seemed to transport himself the few paces from the doorway to where Logan stood before she could even blink, his hands closing on Comeek's wrist as Logan brought her heel down on Comeek's booted foot. She didn't have the spiked heels that Rizou had used so effectively on Vreemer, but the effect was the same.
Sid let out a yell as Chip's lifeless body slid to the deck beside him. And Ivan was cursing at Comeek so loudly that it drowned out all other sound in the cabin.
Logan was caught between Comeek and Hush who were struggling over the blaster. She was doing everything she could to free herself but she was aware that Hush needed to get the weapon out of Comeek's hands before she could be sure it was safe to disentangle herself from his arms.
A blast of heat singed the material of Logan's uniform top on her right side as the blaster was fired again. She sucked in her breath involuntarily, knowing that she had come within a hairsbreath of being hit in the back with the beam. The blast struck the deck inches from Sid's head. The man screamed and attempted to dodge away from the fight, pushing himself across the deck on his backside until Ivan's bulk stopped his progress. The two men sat jammed together, unsure of what to do, but afraid of being shot if they attempted to help Comeek.
There was a clatter of metal on metal as the blaster hit the deck and skidded away from the three combatants. Hush yelled, "Move!" at the exact micron that Logan ducked and threw herself on the deck, hands grasping for the weapon that lay inches from Sid and Ivan's feet, covered in sweat and blood.
Hush wasted no time punching Comeek in the face, bringing his rage at the man's treatment of Logan to bare with every punch. Comeek ducked and weaved, his eyes flitting to Logan on the deck despite his best efforts to remain focused on his opponent.
"Get the gun!" Comeek and Logan both screamed the words at the same micron.
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