An explosion resounded outside his cell, knocking Trip from his trance like state, somewhat.
Arms unfolding from around his knees he tried to stand on the wobbly logs he now had for legs, latching himself to the wall in an attempt to steady his motion.
The dizzying sensation was almost too much for him, but with a resolve reborn in the last ten minutes, he persevered with the strength of a man already beyond his limits.
His shuffling soon turned to small steps, a long stride happened to be too much though, as he toppled over. On his hands and knees he crawled to the bars which confined him in this godforsaken room.
Call it engineers intuition, but with a tentative finger, Trip reached up to the place where the force field had previously been. And surprisingly unsurprisingly, he discovered there was no wall of energy in his way.
Shouts sounded along with phaser fire, straining his ears Trip could hear the struggles taking place just beyond his barrier.
Moments later there were two dull thuds, before a disheveled Shran appeared in front of his cage.
But all Trip saw were the antenna, and the blue skin. Falling back on his rear he scuttled away from the Andorian, backing himself into a corner as he put as much space between them as he could.
As his phase rifle was raised, Trip, caught between accepting his death and raging like a savage, merely shied back from the figure before him. Closing his eyes, and gently began rocking himself back and forth.
Shran's Perspective:
The human was clearly delirious, Shran wouldn't be surprised if Tucker had been in that machine for hours. Either that or these pinkskins were just wimps.
But they'd have plenty of time to gauge the extent of his mental damage later, right now they had to get out of here, and now damn well meant now.
A round from his phaser took care of the primitive lock mechanism, before he kicked the door open.
The thunder of boots crashing down the hall did not go unnoticed by Shran, they only had a few seconds left before their options completely ran out.
"Pinkskin come on we have to move now!"
No response, Tucker just kept murmuring nonsense under his breath.
With a growl and a curse not far behind, Shran dashed towards the still open doorway. He'd be damned if his effort failed now, and besides, the best way to save Tucker's life was to retake his ship. No doubt he'd have to undo whatever lies Tarah had been spreading. But he knew this crew, they were loyal to him, and on top of that, Tarah was hated with a passion. So it shouldn't be too hard to get her head strung up on a spike.
Shran ducked behind the bulkhead, Tallas and two more guardsmen were coming. Dammit!
Tallas was, she was-. He almost couldn't believe it, his mate was-. The hurt and confusions played its way through his mind, one of his only weaknesses, the person he had truly loved. She- she-, with an angry jerk Shran reset the phase rifles setting, his brain roiling with hatred and rage. She was a manipulative bitch, and he was going to deal with her as such.
The warning sign on the phaser lit up, and it wasn't the stun setting…