B'Elanna carefully touched the wound at her shoulder. A burning wave of pain shot through
her body. At least they were in.
After Harry had forced through the second gate, the rest was easy. Ten meters behind it was a,
to humans, normal sized door. And - it was unlocked, they only had to step inside. No one was
to be seen there, apparently they didn't expect anyone to break in through their front door.
And who would, and could do that, except Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres and Harry Kim.
Three persons, only three, but they alone could be more to deal with for the Sprai-koo than
usual.
With Harry and B'Elanna trying to conquer their pain, B'Elanna the most successful one, Tom
was the only one without severe physical damages.
"What are we looking for, really?" Harry pressed his teeth together, the pain had increased.
"We're looking for a control room." Tom stated, leading the way through the many hallways.
He had absolutely no idea where they were, or where they were heading.
"How come we're wandering around like three morons if you know where there's a control
room?" B'Elanna interfered in the two men's conversation.
"That's the problem - I 'don't' know where there's one."
"How did you do then?"
"I used a console, located smack in the middle of an open hallway. Apperentely they aren't good
designers here either."
"Why don't we?" Harry managed to groan.
"Is there something wrong, Harry?" B'Elanna said, trying to look into his eyes, Harry avoided
to do the same. He couldn't lie while someone stared right in his eyes.
"Bad headache."
"Should we stop, just for a moment?"
"No! Keep going!" He almost shouted, but restrained himself in time; it came out as a hostile
hiss instead.
"As you wish... Anyway, you're kind of exposed in a hallway and it might look suspicious if
someone sees us and brings us before Scrich." Tom continued talking.
"Now what's so suspicious about that?" B'Elanna asked sarcastically.
"Nothing special, just the fact that I'm here, though I've already got a job, and that I bring
two other humans with me. And I told Shiral you wouldn't know anything, and Shiral's here."
Tom continued to walk, and talk. He expected B'Elanna to interfere, to say that she wasn't
totally human like he and Harry, but no answer. In fact, nothing at all, not even the sound of
moving feet, other than his own.
He turned around to see why no one said anything, and Tom soon got the explanation.
Kim and Torres had stopped almost fifty feet behind him, when he got closer he saw why.
They stood beside a closed door and smiled at him, amused.
Paris cleared his throat. "Is it locked?"
"No," Harry answered and jumped in, lucky for him, neither Tom or B'Elanna noticed. They
stayed outside, she wanted to tell him something, he could notice.
"I didn't know you had Nescon relatives." She leaned close to him and whispered.
He smiled at the memory of the odd creatures, the race Nescon, which seemed kind of
schizophrenic under stress.
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her body. At least they were in.
After Harry had forced through the second gate, the rest was easy. Ten meters behind it was a,
to humans, normal sized door. And - it was unlocked, they only had to step inside. No one was
to be seen there, apparently they didn't expect anyone to break in through their front door.
And who would, and could do that, except Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torres and Harry Kim.
Three persons, only three, but they alone could be more to deal with for the Sprai-koo than
usual.
With Harry and B'Elanna trying to conquer their pain, B'Elanna the most successful one, Tom
was the only one without severe physical damages.
"What are we looking for, really?" Harry pressed his teeth together, the pain had increased.
"We're looking for a control room." Tom stated, leading the way through the many hallways.
He had absolutely no idea where they were, or where they were heading.
"How come we're wandering around like three morons if you know where there's a control
room?" B'Elanna interfered in the two men's conversation.
"That's the problem - I 'don't' know where there's one."
"How did you do then?"
"I used a console, located smack in the middle of an open hallway. Apperentely they aren't good
designers here either."
"Why don't we?" Harry managed to groan.
"Is there something wrong, Harry?" B'Elanna said, trying to look into his eyes, Harry avoided
to do the same. He couldn't lie while someone stared right in his eyes.
"Bad headache."
"Should we stop, just for a moment?"
"No! Keep going!" He almost shouted, but restrained himself in time; it came out as a hostile
hiss instead.
"As you wish... Anyway, you're kind of exposed in a hallway and it might look suspicious if
someone sees us and brings us before Scrich." Tom continued talking.
"Now what's so suspicious about that?" B'Elanna asked sarcastically.
"Nothing special, just the fact that I'm here, though I've already got a job, and that I bring
two other humans with me. And I told Shiral you wouldn't know anything, and Shiral's here."
Tom continued to walk, and talk. He expected B'Elanna to interfere, to say that she wasn't
totally human like he and Harry, but no answer. In fact, nothing at all, not even the sound of
moving feet, other than his own.
He turned around to see why no one said anything, and Tom soon got the explanation.
Kim and Torres had stopped almost fifty feet behind him, when he got closer he saw why.
They stood beside a closed door and smiled at him, amused.
Paris cleared his throat. "Is it locked?"
"No," Harry answered and jumped in, lucky for him, neither Tom or B'Elanna noticed. They
stayed outside, she wanted to tell him something, he could notice.
"I didn't know you had Nescon relatives." She leaned close to him and whispered.
He smiled at the memory of the odd creatures, the race Nescon, which seemed kind of
schizophrenic under stress.
***