Mootar layed bleading on the floor. Sori, Vulcan Bounty Hunter, faced down Shad and Stahl, the logic was ineviatable. With the Klingon dead, what chance did they have? Shad tensed as the Vulcan’s gaze fell upon him. Fear of torture and death on this frozen Romulan prison planet had enboldened him emmensly, he had struck the Vulcan many times with his stun batton, but such vigor had made him the next logical choice for death.
Just as Sori raised his disruptor a cloud of green mist appeared from the new wound that ripped through his shoulder. The origin of the fresh carnage was none other than Zhaftan the Mad Andorian. Covered knee down in the blue and red grime of his recent bolian victims he loosed hot lead into his Vulcan target, with a marksman’s accuracy.
Shad and Stahl followed up the attacks until the Vulcan fell. Stahl dove for Mootar, tearing clothing to make tournquets. What used to be his right arm was sparaying purple blood everywhere, his friend was close to death.
Shad looked down at the man who told him about his brothers death, the man responsible for it. He lay there, passive, waiting for his own demise. Sori almost looked peaceful. Shad held the stun baton against the vulcan and turned it on.
Stahl only became aware of what was happening behind hims as he finished working on Mootar. When the joined Trill used his medical skills from a past life it also drew with it a lifetime of compassion and duty. Just as quickly as Stahl turned to stabilize the downed Vulcan Zhaftan put a bullet between the bounty hunters eyes.
The cry Stahl let out was not his own but a voice from centuries past.
As Shad looked down at the Vulvan’s brain unfolding like some kind of organic optic cable bundle he wondered if the Vulcan had known where their ship was.
Shad instantly recognized the Vulcan’s ship, Shivram class, the very ship he cut his teeth what seems like a lifetime ago when he was a simple hauler. Despite the bridge controls being in Vulcan all the controls seemed to be in the same place. The Orion start the preflight check.
Savar pointed at the monitor in Rejovics office. The prison riot was in full swing, shelled up prison guards clashed with hoards of freed prisoners. The guards were winning.
“We have to kill Rejovic.” Stahl stated, the others nodded in agreement. “I can set an explosive with a remote detonator in the hallway past the guard post, when that Romulan Bastard walks in….boom. Give me a hand Stahl.”
Savar monitored Rejovic’s progress towards their position. He had corned the remaining criminals in the hallway setting up a sort of killing field. They were close enough Savar could hear their pleas for help.
Stahl went for the door handle but was roughly thrown against the wall by the Andorian.
“He’s killing them!” Stahl yelled angrily.
“Rejovic knows where we live, he knows about all our stuff, my family (remember this is dramatized)! He tortured it out of us! He has to die!” Stahl couldn’t escape the Andorian’s grip nor could he tear his eyes away from the door. Below the door mussle flashes illuminated the scrambling of murdered prisoners. Even more horrid was the silence that followed afterword. The Andorian broke that silence with his explosive vengeance.
Stahl broke into the hallway, looking through pieces of prisoner and guards looking for surivivors to save as Zhaftan looked for survivors to kill. As Stahl bandged the wounded Zhaftan took a severed arm and wrote a warning in green Romulan blood. “The Hellraisers were here” written over Rejovic’s corpse.
For a moment Zhaftan was affected by the Trill’s compassion and he left one Romulan alive, then he remembered this whole mess, the death of his girlfriend, the betrayal, their capture, could all be traced back to the last Romulan he left alive. In the end the Andorian decided one lead bullet for a lifetime of not looking over his shoulder was a small price to pay.
As the Hellraisers, the rescued Romulan Senator, Linara Finn, and Graven with his bady guards board Sori’s transport “The Black Shadow” Shad makes a disturbing discovery. The docking clamp will not release. It was in as much disrepair as the rest of the prison and has failed to open leaving the manual crank the only option for escape. And for that someone would have to go outside.
Stahl volunteers to operate the release and everyone else able, including Gravin men go to cover his back. Half way through the Hellraisers hear a familiar voice.
“I told you guys there was a ship here, and look Zhaftan is getting it all ready for us. Hey Zaftan, I wonder if you will cry as much as your bitch did when I killed her?”
Vebrix, the Romulan Zhaftan let live, the one who killed his woman, and the one who conspired against the Hellraisers came for their ship. A victim of his own greed he ended up in Tulok’ Moor with the rest of them. Vebrix had gathered up a small group of followers he must have convinced with promises of freedom.
Battle weary and on the cusp of escape Stahl made a daring play. “Kill the Romulan and the rest of you can come with us!”
The Romulan was visibly unprepared for those turn of events but wouldn’t have the time to react to them.
Zhaftan, determined to fix his mistake and avenge his love, took aim, breathed and fired the weapon he confiscated from Rejovic, counting on it to be as wicked as its previous owner. A bet made good as he watched his enemy scream vainly as he tried to fight the weapons energy wave from disintegrating his body. In a second all that was left was dust on the snow.
Savar looked on from the ships monitors and couldnt help but wonder if Vebrix knew where their ship was.
Moments later the Black Shadow was airborne. Savar transmitted the stolen transit codes that allowed them to get past the patrols. Gravin examined the Star Log and determined that Sori left the Free Base after defeating the Hellraisers and went to Kintarra, a known hub for the slave trade, then left there to another world where he apparently captured the Romulan Senator, then came to Tulok’Mor.
The crew decide to go to Kintarra to see if their ship is there.