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Malcolm stared down the barrel of the phaser, not moving a muscle, not letting his fear show.
"A quick death is far too good for you" he spat lowering his weapon slightly.
"Aww" Malcolm moaned "There's me thinking I'd be in hell in time for tea."
"Shut up!" He bellowed shaking.
Something twigged in Malcolm's mind.
'I know you' he thought 'You're Sagfa that prisoner the Ambassadors aid had set free. Bloody hell! What was the snivelling twerps name? Loco...no. London....heh heh heh no. Lonte! That was it! Lonte! I remember them now!'
"I remember you now" He said in a sing-song voice "You're Sagfa aren't you?"
"I said BE QUIET HUMAN!" Sagfa bellowed.
Sagfa trained his weapon on Trips motionless body and moved the setting up to kill.
"Now be a good human Reed or your friend here will be toast" He said calmly.
"Go ahead" Malcolm lied "You're gonna kill me anyway, so why worry about the safety of that cocky git?"
Sagfa frowned, but moved his weapon away from Trip.
"Why do you want to die?" he asked confused. "Why are you so adamant that I kill you?"
"Well, I'd just hate to ruin your day by living-I'm sure there's a nice hefty profit in it for you killing me" said Malcolm pulling himself into a better position and wincing with pain.
"Well, I want to hear what you have to say before you die" said Sagfa grinning "I need a good laugh, it's the least you can do since you haven't died yet."
Malcolm pulled a face.
"You can kiss my arse before I tell you anything" he said stoutly
"I'm dying to know why a fighter such as yourself wants to die" said Sagfa grinning evilly.
"Oh you do, do you?" Malcolm asked smiling inanely. "Next you're gonna have me looking at ink blots and telling me I hated my mother and apple pie"
Sagfa looked confused.
'Sometimes being the first human starship has its advantages' Malcolm thought 'Maybe I can drive him to the point of insanity!"
"The longer you talk, the longer you live" said Sagfa smoothly.
Thuds were heard behind sickbay doors.
"Looks like the cavalry's arrived" said Malcolm "You failed to kill me again! C'mon man it can't be that hard! Just take your gun and put a few slugs in my brain!"
"Slugs? My gun is not loaded with these slugs you speak of" said Sagfa bemused "But your people will not get in-the door is blocked with and encrypted language, it will take days for them to figure it out."
Malcolm sighed.
"I am not a murderer you know" said Sagfa "I do as my buyer wishes."
"So the fact that you're about to kill me doesn't register yet then?" Malcolm snapped "Don't pull the poor little me act!"
'Why won't he fire? Why is he hesitating?' Malcolm thought 'For Gods sake just get on with it!'
A groan from the floor alerted Malcolm to the fact that Trip was coming round. Sagfa kicked Trip in the ribs.
"Don't move" he grunted.
"Leave him alone" Malcolm said angrily
Sagfa booted Trip again. "What're you going to do?" he asked "You're immobilised at the moment-easy pickings."
"Actually," Sagfa continued "This makes me feel a hell of a lot better- stress relieving."
He kept kicking Trip, a huge smirk on his face.
Malcolm felt a huge surge of adrenalin, he slid off the biobed and lunged at Sagfa-ignoring his pain, ignoring the fact he could feel the bones in his injured ankle grate in protest at this unauthorised use. He concentrated on his anger and his hatred letting his fists fly. Sagfa was taken by surprise at Malcolm's stupidity
"YOU NEVER KICK A MAN WHEN HE'S DOWN!" He bellowed punching furiously. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF PEOPLE HITTING ME AROUND! YOU WERE A CRAP ASSASSIN! YOU DID A CRAP JOB! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Malcolm began yelling furiously, releasing years of pent up anger, frustration and hurt on Sagfa, who after a moments surprise began hitting back trying to throw Malcolm off him.
Malcolm didn't care anymore. He was numb, completely numb.
Out the corner of his eye Malcolm saw the others start to come round. Someone fired their weapon-it was set on kill.
~*~heh heh heh the drama aint over yet folks! I'm aware my dialogue royally sucks but hey-I've never been held at gunpoint so I'm winging it! Review if you want more~*~
Malcolm stared down the barrel of the phaser, not moving a muscle, not letting his fear show.
"A quick death is far too good for you" he spat lowering his weapon slightly.
"Aww" Malcolm moaned "There's me thinking I'd be in hell in time for tea."
"Shut up!" He bellowed shaking.
Something twigged in Malcolm's mind.
'I know you' he thought 'You're Sagfa that prisoner the Ambassadors aid had set free. Bloody hell! What was the snivelling twerps name? Loco...no. London....heh heh heh no. Lonte! That was it! Lonte! I remember them now!'
"I remember you now" He said in a sing-song voice "You're Sagfa aren't you?"
"I said BE QUIET HUMAN!" Sagfa bellowed.
Sagfa trained his weapon on Trips motionless body and moved the setting up to kill.
"Now be a good human Reed or your friend here will be toast" He said calmly.
"Go ahead" Malcolm lied "You're gonna kill me anyway, so why worry about the safety of that cocky git?"
Sagfa frowned, but moved his weapon away from Trip.
"Why do you want to die?" he asked confused. "Why are you so adamant that I kill you?"
"Well, I'd just hate to ruin your day by living-I'm sure there's a nice hefty profit in it for you killing me" said Malcolm pulling himself into a better position and wincing with pain.
"Well, I want to hear what you have to say before you die" said Sagfa grinning "I need a good laugh, it's the least you can do since you haven't died yet."
Malcolm pulled a face.
"You can kiss my arse before I tell you anything" he said stoutly
"I'm dying to know why a fighter such as yourself wants to die" said Sagfa grinning evilly.
"Oh you do, do you?" Malcolm asked smiling inanely. "Next you're gonna have me looking at ink blots and telling me I hated my mother and apple pie"
Sagfa looked confused.
'Sometimes being the first human starship has its advantages' Malcolm thought 'Maybe I can drive him to the point of insanity!"
"The longer you talk, the longer you live" said Sagfa smoothly.
Thuds were heard behind sickbay doors.
"Looks like the cavalry's arrived" said Malcolm "You failed to kill me again! C'mon man it can't be that hard! Just take your gun and put a few slugs in my brain!"
"Slugs? My gun is not loaded with these slugs you speak of" said Sagfa bemused "But your people will not get in-the door is blocked with and encrypted language, it will take days for them to figure it out."
Malcolm sighed.
"I am not a murderer you know" said Sagfa "I do as my buyer wishes."
"So the fact that you're about to kill me doesn't register yet then?" Malcolm snapped "Don't pull the poor little me act!"
'Why won't he fire? Why is he hesitating?' Malcolm thought 'For Gods sake just get on with it!'
A groan from the floor alerted Malcolm to the fact that Trip was coming round. Sagfa kicked Trip in the ribs.
"Don't move" he grunted.
"Leave him alone" Malcolm said angrily
Sagfa booted Trip again. "What're you going to do?" he asked "You're immobilised at the moment-easy pickings."
"Actually," Sagfa continued "This makes me feel a hell of a lot better- stress relieving."
He kept kicking Trip, a huge smirk on his face.
Malcolm felt a huge surge of adrenalin, he slid off the biobed and lunged at Sagfa-ignoring his pain, ignoring the fact he could feel the bones in his injured ankle grate in protest at this unauthorised use. He concentrated on his anger and his hatred letting his fists fly. Sagfa was taken by surprise at Malcolm's stupidity
"YOU NEVER KICK A MAN WHEN HE'S DOWN!" He bellowed punching furiously. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF PEOPLE HITTING ME AROUND! YOU WERE A CRAP ASSASSIN! YOU DID A CRAP JOB! DO YOU HEAR ME?"
Malcolm began yelling furiously, releasing years of pent up anger, frustration and hurt on Sagfa, who after a moments surprise began hitting back trying to throw Malcolm off him.
Malcolm didn't care anymore. He was numb, completely numb.
Out the corner of his eye Malcolm saw the others start to come round. Someone fired their weapon-it was set on kill.
~*~heh heh heh the drama aint over yet folks! I'm aware my dialogue royally sucks but hey-I've never been held at gunpoint so I'm winging it! Review if you want more~*~