(Dear all: since this worked once before, I've decided to post a bit of work in progress here, to make sure that I finish what I've started)
So:
Coming this month to a Fan Fiction forum near you...
“Die, Ferengi!”
Nova screamed. I ducked. The bat’leth blade whooped over my head, and hit the bulkhead with a clang.
The Klingon swore, and swung his bat’leth back for another two-handed chop. I reached down, hooked my arm behind his knee, and shoved him backward.
Surprised, he flailed his arms and hopped backward on one foot, clumsily, once, twice. Then, when I pushed him into the safety rail, he lost his balance, pitched over backward, and fell out of sight.
Die, Klingon, I thought.
Nova stared at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, like she’d never seen a Ferengi beat a Klingon in single combat before. I grabbed her by the wrist and ran for the turbolift, dragging her after me. Red beacons were flashing, and alarms were hooting. We didn’t have much time.
The station was about to blow.
--from Alliance All-Risk 03: "Boom Town"
After about an hour, Pak heard a ground vehicle pull up outside. Its doors opened and closed. Someone laughed—a female. Footsteps on the stairs outside. The keycard in the lock. Then the front door opened, and two people stumbled in drunkenly, laughing—a male Markalian and a female Tailhead. As Pak sat and watched in the darkened corner of the living room, the two leaned against the far wall and began groping and kissing each other.
Pak stood up and aimed his disruptor at them. “Lights,” he said.
The living-room lights came on. The female Tailhead spotted him, over the shoulder of her companion as he was nuzzling her throat. She gasped, pushed the Markalian away, and shrank back into the far corner of the room. The Markalian turned around. When he saw Pak, his eyes widened.
“Pak,” he said.
“Hello, Moss,” Pak said. Then he fired.
The disruptor blast hit the Markalian in the chest. He staggered backward, his mouth opening in horror. Then he disintegrated, from his wound outward, leaving only a shadow on the wall behind him.
The female Tailhead screamed. Pak took a step forward and aimed his weapon at her. She stretched out her arms and held up her hands, trying to ward off the next blast.
“No,” she whined, “no, no…”
--from Star Trek: Supermax 203: "Drawing Dead"
Stay tuned!
So:
Coming this month to a Fan Fiction forum near you...
“Die, Ferengi!”
Nova screamed. I ducked. The bat’leth blade whooped over my head, and hit the bulkhead with a clang.
The Klingon swore, and swung his bat’leth back for another two-handed chop. I reached down, hooked my arm behind his knee, and shoved him backward.
Surprised, he flailed his arms and hopped backward on one foot, clumsily, once, twice. Then, when I pushed him into the safety rail, he lost his balance, pitched over backward, and fell out of sight.
Die, Klingon, I thought.
Nova stared at me, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, like she’d never seen a Ferengi beat a Klingon in single combat before. I grabbed her by the wrist and ran for the turbolift, dragging her after me. Red beacons were flashing, and alarms were hooting. We didn’t have much time.
The station was about to blow.
--from Alliance All-Risk 03: "Boom Town"
After about an hour, Pak heard a ground vehicle pull up outside. Its doors opened and closed. Someone laughed—a female. Footsteps on the stairs outside. The keycard in the lock. Then the front door opened, and two people stumbled in drunkenly, laughing—a male Markalian and a female Tailhead. As Pak sat and watched in the darkened corner of the living room, the two leaned against the far wall and began groping and kissing each other.
Pak stood up and aimed his disruptor at them. “Lights,” he said.
The living-room lights came on. The female Tailhead spotted him, over the shoulder of her companion as he was nuzzling her throat. She gasped, pushed the Markalian away, and shrank back into the far corner of the room. The Markalian turned around. When he saw Pak, his eyes widened.
“Pak,” he said.
“Hello, Moss,” Pak said. Then he fired.
The disruptor blast hit the Markalian in the chest. He staggered backward, his mouth opening in horror. Then he disintegrated, from his wound outward, leaving only a shadow on the wall behind him.
The female Tailhead screamed. Pak took a step forward and aimed his weapon at her. She stretched out her arms and held up her hands, trying to ward off the next blast.
“No,” she whined, “no, no…”
--from Star Trek: Supermax 203: "Drawing Dead"
Stay tuned!
