Chapter 3
My vision returned, and I saw that I was in the transporter bay of what had to be the enemie's ship.
A few yards to my left, two huge humanoid beings stared at me in shock. They had dark brown skin, long dark hair and beards, ridged foreheads that gave them an angry appearance, and they looked like they weighed easily over two hundred fifty pounds.
"Dudes, you're fugly!"
One of them started to shout into his console as the other made for his weapon.
Both never had a chance in either case, my Phasers ending their lives.
Two down.
I hurried into a long corridor, then ducked on instinct. A dagger buried itself where my head was, and I fired behind me, catching the shooter in the face, as I slipped the dagger into my belt.
Three down.
Two more came at me, roaring with rage. Both fell half a second later, two of my knives in their respective throats.
I wall-climbed to take down my fifth with my Hidden-Blade in a downward pounce.
I used my Eagle-Vision, and saw five more waiting for me down the corridor, hiding around the corner. "Stick it out, and say hi, Charlie!"
I ducked, then cart-wheeled to avoid two energy blasts from behind me, firing my Phasers while upside down, killing both gunmen.
I turned as the five Klingons came charging around the corner, yelling and shouting in a guttural language.
I needed a bigger weapon, and I found a sword on one of the dead Klingons that resembled a Kukri, although much longer than it's Earth-made counterpart.
I met them head-on, my sword whirling through the air.
My eighth kill fell without his head.
My ninth was finished by cutting his throat with a lightning-quick jab.
The tenth one fell under two strikes, the first taking the left leg with a low sweep, the second a back-hand sweep that decapitated it neatly.
The eleventh was ran through to the hilt, the twelfth fell to my Hidden-Blade while I was pulling the sword from the other's body.
I paused, wiping both blades on the dead Klingon's uniform, breathing heavily as my adrenhaline peaked.
I left the corridor, wanting to get away from the blood and the dead.
Unlike some of my Brother and Sisters, I did not relish or thrive in the killing and the blood.
I killed to protect others.
I turned the corridor to the right, taking down two more with my Phasers.
I could see five warriors ahead of me, waiting and watching with caution. I saw no fear in their eyes, and respected that.
One of the five yelled at me, but I couldn't understand him. He spoke again, this time in passable english. "I said, put away the Phasers, human! Fight us like a brave man, a warrior!"
I smiled, my dark eyes meeting his large black ones. "You got it. I don't need them anyway." I replied, and drew my stolen sword after putting away my sidearms, but the one who had spoken had already stretched out his hand before I could draw my weapon, a knife sinking into my left forearm.
I looked down in surprise as pain flooded through me, and looked back up at my would-be killer.
"You missed." I said mildly, and I threw my own knife. The Klingon fell, the knife buried to the hilt in his forehead.
I pulled out the knife from my arm, and killed my fourteenth with the throw.
The three others charged forward, and died from a single sweep of my blade.
"Bravery, huh?" I asked the now-dead Klingon who had spoken, retreiving my knife from his forehead.
I turned another corner, and saw a room that resembled the Enterprise's bridge that closed of by a clear-paneled door, and pressed myself against the wall to hide from their vision.
I saw with my Eagle-Vision that all of the remaining crew members were this room, working at their stations.
I tapped on the door, which was made of some kind of steel, and after a minute, it opened. My eighteenth kill peeked his head around the door, making my job almost comically easy as I shot him in the face.
I turned the corner, and rushed in, throwing two knives as I did so. Two more fell, and a third joined his friends as he charged into my sword in his eagerness to kill me.
The last man was bigger than the rest, and he wore some kind of armor that looked almost like something I would see in the Middle Ages. He also wore a red sash that started on his left shoulder, then ending at his right hip, and some kind of medal on his right shoulder, and he drew a blade similar to my own (although admittedly more intricate) from his belt.
His red eyes were narrowed with rage, and his voice was gravelly as he spoke, "What have you done with my men, puny creature?"
I smiled, and replied, "You'll find out soon enough, Captain. Surrender the ship, and you will live. Possibly."
He roared with laughter. "Surrender? There is no honor in surrender!"
I shrugged. "Then I'll kill you."
The Captain snorted. "You would not understand. You are, after all, only a human boy!"
I smirked. "And look at the improvements I've made with your ship! You sure have more empty space than you used to, and the smell must've made it difficult to live in this ship."
The Klingon Captain swelled with fury, but I wasn't done. "I just kicked your asses, and added a paint job to the walls and floors. Do you like it? It matches your eyes!"
I ducked as the Klingon Captain swung in fury, unable to avoid getting a small but long slash across my right shoulder, and I buried my Hidden-Blade deep into his sternum in reply.
He stiffened, and I withdrew the blade, allowing him to stagger backward.
He fell onto his back, and looked up at me. "You fight like one of us, human. Perhaps it is not such a dishonor to die by your hand."
With that, he slumped to the floor and lay motionless on the floor. I reached down, and closed his eyes with my fingers after making sure that he was dead.
"Keep your honor, for it is well-deserved. I will see you on the other side, warrior."
With that, I was able to contact the Enterprise through the Bridge's console, mostly by guess-work.
Then again, my guesses hardly ever failed to deliver what I needed.
