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AN: Ok. Only ONE PERSON reviewed the last chapter. That sucks, but at least some people are still reading my story.
I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Being lazy and lack of inspiration isn't good for stories.
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Time seemed to stand still as the two parties eyed each other. One in confusion, the other in apprehension.
Natal knew that these Romulans weren't his men, for he handpicked all of his crew. That, and the fact that these two were taking his immortal prisoners (who were just starting to wake up). His right hand slowly moved behind him...
Data and Worf, becoming tenser by the minute, both drew their phasers and fired directly at Natal and some of his men.
At the same time Natal drew his weapon and also fired.
Streaks upon streaks of blinding orange light lit up the room, making it seem as if a super nova had just been unleashed inside the ship. Explosions soon followed the light show, but no one seemed to notice the deafening sound.
The two Starfleet officers had dragged themselves and the stirring immortals behind the tables (which had conveniently fallen over during the fighting), while Natal quickly ducked back into the hallway. Some of the unfortunate Romulans caught in the crossfire lay dead at the doorway, as more and more guards stepped over them, trying to gain access into the room.
"We have to escape!" Worf bellowed over the chaos.
Data ducked, and a streak of blinding light flew right where his head had been. "That door is the only way out!"
"Not a problem."
The officers looked at each other, and then looked behind them.
Cradled in each others arms, Anja and Demitri coolly looked back at the fake Romulans. Both had the same set expression on their face: revenge.
Worf had to do a double take, for he could have sworn that both of those kids were glowing...
Again both officers looked back at each other. Thinking the same thing, they nodded in approval.
"Do it," Worf ordered.
In the hallway, at least a hundred Romulan personnel waited for their turn to try and take back the room.
One of them, having five people in front of him before his go, himself having just reached the age of 20, was scared shitless. His knees were shaking, palms sweaty, and looked like he was about to faint. He held his gun closer to him, hoping to receive some comfort from the cold, emotionless metal.
Heart pounding, he looked in front of him, and immediately jumped back.
The five Romulans in front of him had been unceremoniously thrown to the opposite side of the hallway, all of them dead from broken necks.
Tearing his eyes away from his dead comrades, he focused his sight onto the two beings floating in the hallway. Both of their hands seemed as if they were on fire, but the flesh didn't burn. The flames consumed the rest of their bodies, and even though it hurt his eyes to continue to look at them, he could tell one thing:
They were very pissed.
Natal, having moved back to the end of the hallway to order for reinforcements, didn't notice that the poor young Romulan at the front of the line was reduced to ash by the attack of the extremely aggravated Q-powered humans. Nor did he see two figures leave the same room he was trying to win back and head the opposite way down the hallway.
It was only when he felt extreme heat on one side of his body did he discover that his former prisoners were awake.
"Hello, Natal," Anja said. Her voice was calm, but it did not hide the malice that she felt, nor the rage that pulsed through her body.
"I think it's time for a little chat," Demitri answered in the same tone as Anja's.
Guards swarmed up, trying to rescue their captain, but with a wave of the hand from both immortals, flames as hot as the sun reduced them to nothing. All the while, Natal watched his crew melt in fire, and felt nothing.
"Have you ever heard of the Golden Rule, Natal?" Anja asked.
Natal didn't move. He just stared emotionless at the people whom he thought he had concurred and broken.
Anja, slightly dismayed by the lack of response (but only slightly), continued to talk. "It states, 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.'"
Demitri cracked his neck. "Guess what, Natal?"
Finally showing some emotion, Natal spoke, "...what."
Demitri smiled, and in his eyes shown all of his hatred he felt for the insignificant Romulan that stood before him.
"It's OUR turn to play..."
The two Starfleet officers, after madly running towards the hanger, finally gained entrance into one of the shuttle craft. The engines revved up, and the small ship lifted off the ground.
Not bothering to open the bay doors, Worf fired the phasers, and immediately the doors blew out into space.
The two-man ship soon followed after the doors.
The once proud Machta was beginning to collapse, and right in the middle of the ship stood the only remaining survivors.
The immortals, having cremated all of Natal's evil crew, were enjoying the last few minutes the ship had by beating the shit out of the former captain.
Bruised, broken, and bleeding to death, Natal fixed his one good eye on his former captives. No emotion was evident on their faces. Only when a bulkhead collapsed did they move.
Taking her hand, Demitri gave one final glare at Natal, before a light so white it seemed blue engulfed the two humans.
When he looked back, they were gone.
Taking his last breath, he bellowed:
"CURSE YOU BOTH TO HELL!"
Him, and the legacy that was his ship, went up in a super nova of an explosion.
AN: Again, I am SO SORRY that I haven't updated in FOREVER. If people review, I will try and get something up next weekend.
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