Lennier followed Carter down once again to the chamber where the Shadow was
sleeping, carrying over a dozen explosive devices. She seemed lost in a pensive
silence, and was looking very tired. He suddenly realized that, the times where
she'd been knocked out excluded, she hadn't actually slept in over twenty-four
hours.
Feelings of protectiveness and worry welled up in him as he thought about it.
It was the same kind of attitude he'd had towards Delenn, only know it was
towards this human who was little if anything like his old mentor.
His old mentor, whom had been in love with, or at least he thought he was. For
the past few days, he had been wondering about that. Now he was wondering about
something else.
Carter seemed aware of his scrutiny, and glanced over to him, "Anything wrong?"
He shook himself, "Um no, sorry."
"That's ok," she said, a little wearily. She stopped outside the chamber and
sighed, "Damn that's big."
He nodded. She eyed him, "You know a lot about them, don't you?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She nodded slowly, "You were in the war thing weren't you?"
He didn't answer, but he knew he didn't have to, she already knew the answer.
Carter sighed and unslung her bag, "alright," she said, "let's get this bitch
over with."
Kendle was wiring a remote device for the explosives, always keeping a wary eye
on Huntington, who seethed quietly in the corner. When she finished she commed
Carter.
"Pris?"
"Yeah?"
"I finished with the detonation device. I decided to make it a transmittor, so
we can be well away when it goes off."
"What about the plants?"
"WE have a couple of flame throwers, we can probably hold them off for as long
as we need. Hopefully when that thing is destroyed, they'll go back to normal."
"Hopefully. Look, we gotta finish planting these, shouldn't be more than a few
minutes."
The comm shut off and Kendle went back to work.
A few minutes passed, and she looked back over to Huntington.
He wasn't there.
"Oh sh-" her hand moved up to press her comm when a rope wrapped itself about
her neck. Instictively she grabbed the rope with one hand, and tried to beat
off her attacker with the other.
He didn't budge and she was starting to choke. She began fumbling over her
workstation for something to use a for a weapon. Finally her hand chanced upon
a wrench, which she gripped and swung up.
"OOF!" Huntington fell back, knocking Kendle off her seat, but releasing his
grip. He then lay on the ground, clutching his now bleeding nose.
Kendle tried to press her comm, only to find it had fallen off. She looked
around her desperately, and saw a flame thrower lying nearby, and decided that
this was her best bet.
She started to crawl towards it, but her broken leg made it very painful and
nearly impossible. It was almost within her grasp when something very heavy
came down upon her back, stunning her.
Kendle rolled over painfully and looked up at Huntington, who grinning
maliciously with a heavy support bar in his hands.
He raised it up.
She threw her hands over her face.
He brought it down.
sleeping, carrying over a dozen explosive devices. She seemed lost in a pensive
silence, and was looking very tired. He suddenly realized that, the times where
she'd been knocked out excluded, she hadn't actually slept in over twenty-four
hours.
Feelings of protectiveness and worry welled up in him as he thought about it.
It was the same kind of attitude he'd had towards Delenn, only know it was
towards this human who was little if anything like his old mentor.
His old mentor, whom had been in love with, or at least he thought he was. For
the past few days, he had been wondering about that. Now he was wondering about
something else.
Carter seemed aware of his scrutiny, and glanced over to him, "Anything wrong?"
He shook himself, "Um no, sorry."
"That's ok," she said, a little wearily. She stopped outside the chamber and
sighed, "Damn that's big."
He nodded. She eyed him, "You know a lot about them, don't you?"
"Yes," he admitted.
She nodded slowly, "You were in the war thing weren't you?"
He didn't answer, but he knew he didn't have to, she already knew the answer.
Carter sighed and unslung her bag, "alright," she said, "let's get this bitch
over with."
Kendle was wiring a remote device for the explosives, always keeping a wary eye
on Huntington, who seethed quietly in the corner. When she finished she commed
Carter.
"Pris?"
"Yeah?"
"I finished with the detonation device. I decided to make it a transmittor, so
we can be well away when it goes off."
"What about the plants?"
"WE have a couple of flame throwers, we can probably hold them off for as long
as we need. Hopefully when that thing is destroyed, they'll go back to normal."
"Hopefully. Look, we gotta finish planting these, shouldn't be more than a few
minutes."
The comm shut off and Kendle went back to work.
A few minutes passed, and she looked back over to Huntington.
He wasn't there.
"Oh sh-" her hand moved up to press her comm when a rope wrapped itself about
her neck. Instictively she grabbed the rope with one hand, and tried to beat
off her attacker with the other.
He didn't budge and she was starting to choke. She began fumbling over her
workstation for something to use a for a weapon. Finally her hand chanced upon
a wrench, which she gripped and swung up.
"OOF!" Huntington fell back, knocking Kendle off her seat, but releasing his
grip. He then lay on the ground, clutching his now bleeding nose.
Kendle tried to press her comm, only to find it had fallen off. She looked
around her desperately, and saw a flame thrower lying nearby, and decided that
this was her best bet.
She started to crawl towards it, but her broken leg made it very painful and
nearly impossible. It was almost within her grasp when something very heavy
came down upon her back, stunning her.
Kendle rolled over painfully and looked up at Huntington, who grinning
maliciously with a heavy support bar in his hands.
He raised it up.
She threw her hands over her face.
He brought it down.