Post by Logan on Jan 6, 2008 9:48:58 GMT -6
Comeek followed close behind the guard, Borik. The access tunnel that housed the inner workings of the Prison Barge was cramped and the only way to traverse it was stooped over to avoid the groups of conduits that hung in clusters overhead.
He couldn't resist the urge to look back over his shoulder, even though it was too dark to see anything beyond a meter or so. The display lights on the walls and Borik's small penlight were the only real illumination.
He didn't think they were being followed. The scraping of that exterior corridor had been enough warning for them to bolt across the corridor and into the next hatchway before anyone had known they were there.
Confounded Chip! And his ridiculous need to leave me out of the loop on The Master's plans. He just knew that if he had been privy to more information things would have gone differently. Chip had underestimated these Warriors, especially Logan.
Logan. If Borik had looked at the man behind him, he would have seen the insane gleam in Comeek's eyes as he thought of the Warrior. She is betrayal in human form and will be punished for her audacity and rejection of me.
"We're here," Borik's clipped tones brought both men to a halt. The guard tapped a code on a panel to his right and a door slid open.
Comeek knew that the alert would have sounded by now. And he also knew they would be searching and halting all civilain transport. That was fine with him. He wasn't going anywhere.
He smiled as they entered a short corridor coated with grime and yahrens of disuse. A man was seated outside the only visible door at the end of the hall. He nooded to them as they as they approached and triggered a com device he held carelessly in his hand.
The door opened and they were ushered inside by two more men dressed in mismatched clothing, some civilian, some military issue, obviously cobbled together from whatever scrap bin they could find.
The room was large and lined with bunks, some occupied by sleeping men and women. An open area on the other side of the room housed what looked like a makeshift galley and living area. Several people were milling around on unknown tasks. A service bot was halfway immersed in an electronics panel, sparks flying as a man at it's side oversaw repairs.
Barik led Comeek to this man, nodded to him, then turned and retreated back out the entryway to the room.
Comeek was barely aware of the man speaking to him. Evidently this was the leader of the underground prisoners. He had discovered his name was Leet and he had managed to escape the cells yahrens ago. What his crime was, Comeek didn't know and didn't care, for the man had been able to form a secret society of his own on the very Prison Barge he had been exiled to. This is where Chip had failed. He had no backup plans. Comeek, faithful disciple of The Master that he was, never left things to chance. He had been underestimated one too many times. Never again.
"They've already started the search," Leet said by way of introduction.
"Should I be concerned about that?" Comeek was measuring the man whose eyes told no stories. Leet was about 6 feet tall with a stern disposition. Gray hair peppered his sideburns, but the remainder of his hair was dark and cropped close to his scalp. His muscular form spoke of years of working hard, but the leaness was that of an athlete.
"No."
Comeek nodded.
"They'll search. They'll find nothing. They'll give up. We've seen this many times."
Comeek understood. The Prison Barge was a maze of corridors and long forgotten holding cells. He had been assured that no one ever came into this part of the ship anymore. They thought it was contaminated by frilium leaks and had been sealed off. A good trick and one that no one on the Barge staff had had the time or equipment to question. Luckily for the wayward prisoners, their numbers included several highly gifted scientists and technical experts.
"Borgy over there is a healer. She'll look after your wounds." Leet pointed out a small thin woman with blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was sitting in a chair sorting what looked like herbs. All in all there were about 20 people in the room at the moment. How many others there may be Comeek wasn't sure. The room was large enough to fit 100 people comfortably.
The mention of his injuries made him finger the hole at his back. The doctor had been good. The stimulant pack hidden in the skin had been activated when he had dug out the blaster. The healing medication had provided Comeek a measure of comfort and the ability to continue on throughout the ordeal of the shuttle takeover. But he was tired.
"How long will you be with us?" Leet had seen people come and go and never questioned why someone was there or what their plans were for after they left. He only needed to know their length of stay. Supplies had to be salvaged according to their current numbers. Comeek wasn't sure what Leet's plan was, if he even had one beyond survival on his own terms, and he didn't care.
"I have to make some plans and wait for things to settle."
Leet nodded as if he'd heard the same sort of vague answer before.
"Right. Let me show you around and give you our guidleines. We don't have many rules, but we are a cooperative. As long as you don't attack anyone unjustly, you're welcome here." He paused and looked Comeek in the eye. "And my word is the only law you need fear."
Comeek almost laughed at the man. He was very serious and Comeek understood he probably needed to be a feared presence amidst the dregs of the Prison Barge, but fear was the last emotion Comeek was experiencing.
His mind was set on revenge. And it all started with Logan.
He couldn't resist the urge to look back over his shoulder, even though it was too dark to see anything beyond a meter or so. The display lights on the walls and Borik's small penlight were the only real illumination.
He didn't think they were being followed. The scraping of that exterior corridor had been enough warning for them to bolt across the corridor and into the next hatchway before anyone had known they were there.
Confounded Chip! And his ridiculous need to leave me out of the loop on The Master's plans. He just knew that if he had been privy to more information things would have gone differently. Chip had underestimated these Warriors, especially Logan.
Logan. If Borik had looked at the man behind him, he would have seen the insane gleam in Comeek's eyes as he thought of the Warrior. She is betrayal in human form and will be punished for her audacity and rejection of me.
"We're here," Borik's clipped tones brought both men to a halt. The guard tapped a code on a panel to his right and a door slid open.
Comeek knew that the alert would have sounded by now. And he also knew they would be searching and halting all civilain transport. That was fine with him. He wasn't going anywhere.
He smiled as they entered a short corridor coated with grime and yahrens of disuse. A man was seated outside the only visible door at the end of the hall. He nooded to them as they as they approached and triggered a com device he held carelessly in his hand.
The door opened and they were ushered inside by two more men dressed in mismatched clothing, some civilian, some military issue, obviously cobbled together from whatever scrap bin they could find.
The room was large and lined with bunks, some occupied by sleeping men and women. An open area on the other side of the room housed what looked like a makeshift galley and living area. Several people were milling around on unknown tasks. A service bot was halfway immersed in an electronics panel, sparks flying as a man at it's side oversaw repairs.
Barik led Comeek to this man, nodded to him, then turned and retreated back out the entryway to the room.
Comeek was barely aware of the man speaking to him. Evidently this was the leader of the underground prisoners. He had discovered his name was Leet and he had managed to escape the cells yahrens ago. What his crime was, Comeek didn't know and didn't care, for the man had been able to form a secret society of his own on the very Prison Barge he had been exiled to. This is where Chip had failed. He had no backup plans. Comeek, faithful disciple of The Master that he was, never left things to chance. He had been underestimated one too many times. Never again.
"They've already started the search," Leet said by way of introduction.
"Should I be concerned about that?" Comeek was measuring the man whose eyes told no stories. Leet was about 6 feet tall with a stern disposition. Gray hair peppered his sideburns, but the remainder of his hair was dark and cropped close to his scalp. His muscular form spoke of years of working hard, but the leaness was that of an athlete.
"No."
Comeek nodded.
"They'll search. They'll find nothing. They'll give up. We've seen this many times."
Comeek understood. The Prison Barge was a maze of corridors and long forgotten holding cells. He had been assured that no one ever came into this part of the ship anymore. They thought it was contaminated by frilium leaks and had been sealed off. A good trick and one that no one on the Barge staff had had the time or equipment to question. Luckily for the wayward prisoners, their numbers included several highly gifted scientists and technical experts.
"Borgy over there is a healer. She'll look after your wounds." Leet pointed out a small thin woman with blonde hair that hung to her waist. She was sitting in a chair sorting what looked like herbs. All in all there were about 20 people in the room at the moment. How many others there may be Comeek wasn't sure. The room was large enough to fit 100 people comfortably.
The mention of his injuries made him finger the hole at his back. The doctor had been good. The stimulant pack hidden in the skin had been activated when he had dug out the blaster. The healing medication had provided Comeek a measure of comfort and the ability to continue on throughout the ordeal of the shuttle takeover. But he was tired.
"How long will you be with us?" Leet had seen people come and go and never questioned why someone was there or what their plans were for after they left. He only needed to know their length of stay. Supplies had to be salvaged according to their current numbers. Comeek wasn't sure what Leet's plan was, if he even had one beyond survival on his own terms, and he didn't care.
"I have to make some plans and wait for things to settle."
Leet nodded as if he'd heard the same sort of vague answer before.
"Right. Let me show you around and give you our guidleines. We don't have many rules, but we are a cooperative. As long as you don't attack anyone unjustly, you're welcome here." He paused and looked Comeek in the eye. "And my word is the only law you need fear."
Comeek almost laughed at the man. He was very serious and Comeek understood he probably needed to be a feared presence amidst the dregs of the Prison Barge, but fear was the last emotion Comeek was experiencing.
His mind was set on revenge. And it all started with Logan.