Salt In The Wound - Intruder Alert
by Commander Drake Lexon
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Drake was working in his office, sorting through personnel reports, when suddenly everything shut down. He frowned, tapping at his blank computer screen, but nothing happened. The emergency lights were the only thing left on. While the Avenger was still undergoing repairs and had frequent power fluctuations on various decks, Drake sensed that something more was going on – this was new. Standing, he walked to his door, unsurprised when it didn’t open. He activated the manual release, then shoved the doors open and looked out into the corridor, which was dimly lit by the emergency lights.
“Commander Drake to Engineering,” Drake said, tapping his combadge. Of course, he didn’t expect to receive an answer, and his expectations were correct. With a sigh, Drake stepped out into the hallway…and suddenly ducked back again as he caught sight of a group of darkly-dressed people moving in tight formation down the corridor. As he slid back into the relative darkness of his room, Drake replayed the memory in his mind. There were definitely four people, wearing some black uniform and holding what appeared to be advanced phaser rifles of some sort. Their obvious formation made it clear they were accustomed to combat, but there was a large chance they wouldn’t be expecting much resistance from a ship that was running a skeleton crew.
“Here,” a voice said. “The CO’s off the ship, so we might as well get the XO. He probably can get us where we need.” The lead man stepped into the room, but before he could look around, Drake quickly reached up, grabbed his head, and twisted sharply. With a twitch, the man dropped to the deck. His companions opened fire, but Drake was already grabbing the rifle and rolling out of their line of sight. They rushed in, and he raised the rifle and opened fire, dropping two of them instantly and knocking the third off-balance. Drake rushed forward, knocking the opponent’s rifle out of his hands and slamming him against the wall.
“Who are you?” Drake demanded. “What are you doing here?” The man pinned against the wall laughed.
“Looking,” he said. “For you.” He kept laughing, until Drake knocked him unconscious.
Drake stepped once more out into the corridor. He didn’t know why these people were looking for him, but it was obvious they had the upper hand. He didn’t know how many there were on the ship, but he was betting it wasn’t just the four he’d taken care of. Carefully, he made his way towards the turbolift. As he eased around a corner, he heard a whisper of noise behind him. He had just enough time to wonder how someone had snuck up on him before he felt an impact on the back of his head and darkness overcame his vision.
by Commander Drake Lexon
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| Title | Intruder Alert | |
| Author(s) | Commander Drake Lexon | |
| Posted | Tue Dec 08, 2009 @ 1:41pm | |
| Location | XO's Office | |
| Timeline | Current |
“Commander Drake to Engineering,” Drake said, tapping his combadge. Of course, he didn’t expect to receive an answer, and his expectations were correct. With a sigh, Drake stepped out into the hallway…and suddenly ducked back again as he caught sight of a group of darkly-dressed people moving in tight formation down the corridor. As he slid back into the relative darkness of his room, Drake replayed the memory in his mind. There were definitely four people, wearing some black uniform and holding what appeared to be advanced phaser rifles of some sort. Their obvious formation made it clear they were accustomed to combat, but there was a large chance they wouldn’t be expecting much resistance from a ship that was running a skeleton crew.
“Here,” a voice said. “The CO’s off the ship, so we might as well get the XO. He probably can get us where we need.” The lead man stepped into the room, but before he could look around, Drake quickly reached up, grabbed his head, and twisted sharply. With a twitch, the man dropped to the deck. His companions opened fire, but Drake was already grabbing the rifle and rolling out of their line of sight. They rushed in, and he raised the rifle and opened fire, dropping two of them instantly and knocking the third off-balance. Drake rushed forward, knocking the opponent’s rifle out of his hands and slamming him against the wall.
“Who are you?” Drake demanded. “What are you doing here?” The man pinned against the wall laughed.
“Looking,” he said. “For you.” He kept laughing, until Drake knocked him unconscious.
Drake stepped once more out into the corridor. He didn’t know why these people were looking for him, but it was obvious they had the upper hand. He didn’t know how many there were on the ship, but he was betting it wasn’t just the four he’d taken care of. Carefully, he made his way towards the turbolift. As he eased around a corner, he heard a whisper of noise behind him. He had just enough time to wonder how someone had snuck up on him before he felt an impact on the back of his head and darkness overcame his vision.