Roman's plan was simple. She would materialize on board another space craft. She would then find the captain, a bald human. When she found him all she had to do was hand him the parchment. The plan was specific that she only hand him the document. That was all she had to do. It didn't seem like a dangerous mission at the time. It seemed easy enough. She wanted to get this over with so she could return to her father and plans of escape from her latest prison, marriage.
She stood nervously on the transporter pad and slid the scroll into a small beaded bag which hung low on her side. She heard the command then the swirling lights engulfed her once again. This transport felt odd and unusually long. She materialized in a very dark hallway. Instinctively she felt for something solid to catch her balance until her sight returned. It was very dark for an inhabited vessel.
As her vision adjusted she removed the scanner from the bag at her hip and clicked it on. The luminescent buttons spread an eerie blue glow about her as she walked through the entryway of a large room. At the other end of the room was a staircase with a beautiful window at the top which displayed a blanket of moving stars. She stopped and closed her eyes to steady herself again. She'd never get used to the lights whizzing by. They gave her vertigo. The room was empty.
She turned and was heading for the door when she heard it. She froze. Was that a noise? Afraid to look but knowing she must, she slowly turned her head over her right shoulder. A very tall man emerged from the pitch black. She squinted. Nope! He was definitely NOT human, not with those fangs. He held a gun and it was pointed directly at her. No one said anything about guns. Figures! She was NOT having a good week!
Sammy picked up her skirts and ran from the room. She heard several gruff commands
then a bolt of green flew past her head. She ducked but kept moving as more
gunfire shot past her. A bolt knocked the scanner from her hand. She left it
where it fell and picked up speed. The foot falls of at least half a dozen men
pounded after her. She passed several groups of people yet they barely appeared
to notice her as she sped by.
None of the doors in the hallways she traveled would open. She frantically searched for escape. There was none. Her feet hurt. These shoes were not made for a quick getaway. The formfitting dress that pooled around her ankles wasn't the best thing for her long strides either. Still she hiked it up a little higher and pushed her legs faster. What was she going to do? She was running out of hope, room and options. Not to mention the soldiers seemed to be gaining on her.
She rounded another nondescript corner. The maze of corridors was beginning to disorient her. She was getting lost. She'd never be able to find their transporter room now. A man stood outside an open doorway reading a panel on the wall. Instinctively she slowed down and brushed her velvet skirt back into place. She moved quickly towards him trying her best not to look suspicious. How could she not thou? She almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of her dilemma.
The man turned when she was nearly upon him. The look on his face betrayed his complete surprise at seeing her there. She grabbed his lapels and spun him as hard as she could. The force slammed her between him and the wall next to the doorway. She fought to catch her breath. Her hands reached up to his shoulders and she pulled herself up on tip-toe to reach his level.
"Please help me." She whispered into his ear. "I think they mean to kill me."
Before the slip of a woman had grabbed him he had pulled his dagger from its
sheath. His right hand gripped it tightly and he fought the urge to gut her.
Why hadn't he? Why did he stop himself? He supposed something about her
intrigued him. His eyes roamed her face freely. She was human or the sensors
would have alerted them. What was she doing on the Scimitar? How did she get
here? He would play along to see what she wanted. He held the upper hand. If
she threatened him in any way he would cut her heart out. He let her pull herself
to his ear. He liked the feel of the weight on his shoulders. When he heard
her plea for help he felt something. He wasn't sure what it was but he
felt something tug at his insides.