Title: Forgiven
Author: Keridwen
Disclaimer: Now it's two in the morning, and we are here to observe an
interesting nocturnal creature called the Obsessive Trekkie Writer. These
creatures can be carnivorous or herbivorous depending on where they are
found. They only come out at night although not for taboo rituals like
some in their society. An odd phenomenon called inspiration hits them at
this crazy time of night and they are driven to their computers to write
fan fiction until the wee hours of the morning. Silently now! Here is one
in her natural habitat. Do not be afraid, they don't bite. Please no
flash cameras. We do not want to break her concentration. Ok, now
everybody look.
OOOOOOOOOHhh! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! COOOOOOOOOL!
Star Trek Belongs to others less crazy than I.
Although not by much.
Chapter Eight: ESCAPE
Jon'oor, the rebel in charge of dispensing with the demon lady, was having a rough time of it. She kicked, screamed, and bit his hand when he tried to silence her. She continually twisted around in his arms making it impossible for him to get a good grip on her.
"Stop moving!" he shouted, "You only make it worse for yourself!"
She ignored him and continued on with her struggling. Jon'oor sighed and shuffled his burden in his arms in order to get a better grip. He was looking forward to putting a screaming pulse of energy through her once they got out into the courtyard. His job was usually a hard a frustrating one, but on occasions it became quite pleasurable.
Suddenly the writhing woman in his arms became completely still. She began to slide down to the floor once again and he had to put her on the ground in order to regain his sense of balance. Now he would have to carry her over his shoulder. Grumbling he grabbed her arms and started to lift her again. It was no fun killing an unconscious victim.
As quick as a bird, the woman leaped up and punched him directly in the center of his face. Her little fist came at him with such fury that he actually saw stars. Reeling, he tried to decide which one of the three women he now saw was the real one. Before he could make his choice, all three simultaneously kicked him in the groin. He fell back against a sharp rock in the floor and the room grew dark.
Jocelyn's first impulse was to run. The agonized scream she had heard still rung in her ears, and a rock of fear was still lodged in her stomach, tying it up into a bunch of knots.
"You have to take control." She said to herself in a whisper, " come on Jocelyn, think, damnit! Oh hell I can't do this! I'm a civilian not a commando." She took a deep breath. What would a Starfleet person do? She thought to herself.
She looked down at the guard.
(Ok, first I liberate a weapon from this bozo)
She knelt down and took the energy weapon from his side. It turned out to be a simple device, and after almost shooting her self in the foot, she found out how to work it. As a precaution she set it to stun only.
(Now, I cover my tracks)
Jocelyn dragged his body into the corner, nearer to the deepest shadows of the hall. With any luck, they wouldn't find him till morning.
(Now, to get outta here)
The guard had obviously intended to dispose of her execution style outside. She opened the door to the courtyard slowly and peeped out. There was one more Nillian out there, waiting with weapon drawn. He had his back to her and seemed to be talking on a communications device of some sort.
(Now is my chance. Across to the gate is the street, and freedom. I can get to the federation base; tell them about Leonard, I can save him!)
She took one step out into the courtyard and froze. The guard was looking around him, as if searching for something. Jocelyn kicked herself mentally, she had totally forgotten about the Nilians empathic powers. He had sensed her presence by the fear and excitement running through her mind. Before he could spot her, she downed him with one burst from the energy weapon.
(Now I gotta move and fast. I just hope that the others think that they just killed me. It might buy a little time before they send out the dogs.)
From the gate in the side of the structure, a large estate of one of the wealthier Nilians of Le' gin to be precise, she came out on to an empty street. Now came the hardest part of all she realized; clearing her mind of all emotion for the amount of time it would take her to reach open land. If she couldn't she would wake up every Nilians sleeping in every structure she passed.
(Nothing like a four alarm fire of emotion to wake one up at two in the morning)
Jocelyn took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and concentrated.
OOOOOOOOOHhh! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! COOOOOOOOOL!
Star Trek Belongs to others less crazy than I.
Although not by much.
Chapter Eight: ESCAPE
Jon'oor, the rebel in charge of dispensing with the demon lady, was having a rough time of it. She kicked, screamed, and bit his hand when he tried to silence her. She continually twisted around in his arms making it impossible for him to get a good grip on her.
"Stop moving!" he shouted, "You only make it worse for yourself!"
She ignored him and continued on with her struggling. Jon'oor sighed and shuffled his burden in his arms in order to get a better grip. He was looking forward to putting a screaming pulse of energy through her once they got out into the courtyard. His job was usually a hard a frustrating one, but on occasions it became quite pleasurable.
Suddenly the writhing woman in his arms became completely still. She began to slide down to the floor once again and he had to put her on the ground in order to regain his sense of balance. Now he would have to carry her over his shoulder. Grumbling he grabbed her arms and started to lift her again. It was no fun killing an unconscious victim.
As quick as a bird, the woman leaped up and punched him directly in the center of his face. Her little fist came at him with such fury that he actually saw stars. Reeling, he tried to decide which one of the three women he now saw was the real one. Before he could make his choice, all three simultaneously kicked him in the groin. He fell back against a sharp rock in the floor and the room grew dark.
Jocelyn's first impulse was to run. The agonized scream she had heard still rung in her ears, and a rock of fear was still lodged in her stomach, tying it up into a bunch of knots.
"You have to take control." She said to herself in a whisper, " come on Jocelyn, think, damnit! Oh hell I can't do this! I'm a civilian not a commando." She took a deep breath. What would a Starfleet person do? She thought to herself.
She looked down at the guard.
(Ok, first I liberate a weapon from this bozo)
She knelt down and took the energy weapon from his side. It turned out to be a simple device, and after almost shooting her self in the foot, she found out how to work it. As a precaution she set it to stun only.
(Now, I cover my tracks)
Jocelyn dragged his body into the corner, nearer to the deepest shadows of the hall. With any luck, they wouldn't find him till morning.
(Now, to get outta here)
The guard had obviously intended to dispose of her execution style outside. She opened the door to the courtyard slowly and peeped out. There was one more Nillian out there, waiting with weapon drawn. He had his back to her and seemed to be talking on a communications device of some sort.
(Now is my chance. Across to the gate is the street, and freedom. I can get to the federation base; tell them about Leonard, I can save him!)
She took one step out into the courtyard and froze. The guard was looking around him, as if searching for something. Jocelyn kicked herself mentally, she had totally forgotten about the Nilians empathic powers. He had sensed her presence by the fear and excitement running through her mind. Before he could spot her, she downed him with one burst from the energy weapon.
(Now I gotta move and fast. I just hope that the others think that they just killed me. It might buy a little time before they send out the dogs.)
From the gate in the side of the structure, a large estate of one of the wealthier Nilians of Le' gin to be precise, she came out on to an empty street. Now came the hardest part of all she realized; clearing her mind of all emotion for the amount of time it would take her to reach open land. If she couldn't she would wake up every Nilians sleeping in every structure she passed.
(Nothing like a four alarm fire of emotion to wake one up at two in the morning)
Jocelyn took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and concentrated.