M'TALAS PRIME
Industrial Sector
STARDATE: 93172.5
“It would be best if this does become a trend.” Sadaann though to himself, aiming the disruptor behind him as he ran, firing at the same band of thugs that had chased him and his companions down a month prior.
* SPppssshhh *
“ARRGHh~~!”
“Four.” Sadaann’s thoughts would whirl, “That’s the fourth one, I’ve-- But if I don’t, it’s only a matter of fact before–”
BANG! The Vulcan would run face first into the side of a pole, his slender figure being sent to the ground. disorientated, Sadaann would make out the feint barking of insults and orders from K’Nera. He would push himself from the ground as quickly as his body would allow, Turning his head only to see those who would see him dead near closer, he fired again. With the death howls of another, “Five.” his body would jolt forward in repulse, the feeling of nausea would hit his stomach, keeling over he would vomit what little he’s had to eat over the past weeks. With a haphazard wipe of his mouth, Sadaann would continue to run. “This is the second time… the second time I’ve been taken, forced to do the dirty work of these… these…” his thoughts would falter, eyeing the disruptor in his left hand.
“Swap!”
The adolescent Vulcan would cry out, tossing the disruptor to his Klingon partner, she as gently as she could manage given the current situation would hand Sadaann the half-conscious body of their Ferengi comrade, his head injuries now covered with poorly wrapped bandages, “Subpar medical treatment, but what should I expect from criminals.” Sadaann thought to himself, attempting to keep his emotions within Vulcan parameters. The three would weave around and between the large industrial structures within the area, hoping to lose their pursuers. They would hit a sharp right, then left, right, left, left, right, right, right, left, giving up all effort in navigating this maze of a sector, they two escapees’ only hope relying on their pursuers becoming as lost as they were.
Sadaann would catch a glimpse of a large opening, “This could be our escape.” he thought, shifting directions, he would make a full sprint, with the brash Klingon K’Nera providing cover fire from behind. As the two approached the opening, Sadaann would come to realize where he had lead them to: a grand descent into the lower levels of the city. Or in Sadaann’s situation, a dead end.
“EVACUATION OF INDUSTRIAL SECTOR ZED dash FOUR SIX THREE, EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY!”
The overhead speakers would announce at blaring volumes.
Sadaann, K’Nere, as well as the band of criminals in pursuit would take pause, recognizing the sector designation as their current location, confusion as to what could possibly be going on. Their looking up would quickly bring an answer to the growing confusion.
Quickly rocketing down the visible sky could be seen a ship, Romulan in design, in fact, a T’liss bird-of-prey of obsolete design. Sadaann would narrow his eyes, “The angle of descent would…-” his train of thought would pause, “It’s going to crash… it’s going to crash HERE!” Sadaann’s thought would be confirmed, as the bird-of-prey would rocket to their position at an alarming rate.
“Blade of Kahless!” In what would be among the little to nil instances in K’Nere’s life, she had become ridden with fear. “T-THIS IS A GOOD DA-DAY TO DIE!” She would yell out, with her full chest. Sadaann, unconvinced, “That girl’s as scared as I am.” a blunt thought.
“No one is dying today!” Sadaann would quickly disregard those he’s shot. The Vulcan would rush towards his Klingon compatriot, with the injured Ferengi on one shoulder, he would lift K’Nere onto the other, being met with an elbow to the back of the head, “I CAN RUN MYSELF!” K’Nere would shout, right into Sadaann’s ear, causing him to almost trip over himself and drop the two of them. Luckily, adrenaline would save him from the disorientation. Unluckily, the downwind from the crashing bird-of-prey would send them flying into the nearest silo. The ship itself would stabilize, pulling itself upwards near moments from killing everyone within several kilometer’s distance. Sadaann and K’Nere would recover as best they could to practically being thrown into a metal wall. As soon as the pair had gotten to their feet, they would be met with the arrival of their pursuers, their phasers, disruptors, and other miscellaneous arms primed at the two. A blinding light would hit the area. The T’liss would had activated one of their spotlights, the ship itself stationary above the grand descent. The suspense would make the passing moments feel like minutes, said suspense would be broken at the sight of M’talan patrol craft making their way to the ship’s location.
“Make this quick, just shoot all three of em’!”
As the ruffians primed their arms, K’Nere, Sadaann, as well as the barely conscious Ferengi lad would begin to dematerialize. In what could be described as ‘a blink of the eye’ the three would find themselves aboard a starship’s bridge, surrounded by Romulans in Romulan Republic uniforms. K’Nere quickly would aim the disruptor at the captain’s chair, immediately being outgunned, the Romulans providing a valid counterpoint to K’Nere, that being the abundance of disruptor pistols and rifles trained on the three.
“You kids seem to be in quite a bind.” The bridge crew would let out hushed chuckles and mocking snickers.
A clean shaven Romulan man, with ear-length hair, garbed in the same uniform as the rest sat at the captain’s chair, though with his own jacket removed and set draped over the chair.
“Welcome to the RRW Sienov.”
