Tallas's Perspective:
Tallas and two of her crewman were jogging down the corridor. The power had mysteriously shut off just in this section of the Kumari, and while that could be due to the damage and repairs she wasn't taking any chances. Because no one ever made that mistake twice, as Shran himself had told her.
The crewmen with her she had specifically chosen, for, safety purposes. Both of them had grievances against their former captain, sealed in blood.
They had been among the select few who actually knew the truth about Shran's disappearance, and had needed little encouragement to swear their oath to Captain Tarah.
The doorway loomed ahead of them, and a quickening pulse pounded in her ears.
Something wasn't right, Tallas knew when to trust her gut, and it wasn't often anything fazed her.
Those brigs were built to be inescapable, but if they had been damaged-, then he would have had no problem exploiting that weakness. She raised her phase pistol, signaling with her other hand for the crewmen to flank the doorway.
Lightning fast she ducked into the room, slamming herself into the left wall while her eyes scanned the perimeter with skill earned from years of soldering.
"Clear". Reported the man behind her, his voice raspy with rage, rage that Thy'lek Shran had evaded them before his thirst for vengeance had been sated.
Nothing, absolutely empty of any other Andorian. At least the pinkskin was still there, if they had lost him-. Tallas shuddered to think of the repercussions of that failure, Tucker was still their only leverage over the Enterprise and it's phaser banks, although from what she had heard, he might just be running out of usefulness.
A creak sounded overhead, she looked up, and reacted a second later as time seemed to slow.
"DUCK!"
Shran's Perspective:
Shran cursed the damn air vent, it had chosen the exact wrong moment to start making sounds. And because it did, Tallas was still breathing, for now. The other Imperial Guardsmen weren't as fortunate, two bursts of blue energy remedied their traitorous lives.
But that gave Tallas the time she needed to recover, a carefully aimed shot at the ceiling and his vantage point fell from the sky, already weakened by his added weight.
Shran scrambled out of the tube, reaching for his dropped rifle before a black booted foot kicked it out of his reach. Before he could act her knee connected sharply with his forehead, knocking him back where her phaser was readily pointed at his face.
His eyes squinted up at her, seething with hatred and hurt. "You" He didn't need to continue, that word was filled with enough meaning to speak thousands.
Her face featured a feral smirk, "Yes, me".
Shran clamped his eyes tight, not wanting to see his death by the person he had loved, the person he had cherished above all others. He didn't want to know her like this, not like this.
The distinctive noise of a phaser being fired did nothing to faze him, he would accept his death with honor, he was prepared to die.
And so when he heard the thud of a body hitting the floor, he was most definitely surprised to find it wasn't his.
Eyes shooting open, he was granted the sight of a very angry pinkskin, breathing harshly. He was holding a phaser over the wide eyed Tallas, her last moments of surprise clearly etched onto her face.
"Bitch shoulda checked the lock"…