A roving we will go.
Posted on Tue Jan 22, 2019 @ 6:50am by Lieutenant Commander Anahera Chernova & Anzhelina Walker
Edited on on Tue Sep 17, 2019 @ 6:56pm
465 words; about a 2 minute read
Mission:
Farther Adventures
Location: The Black Cave Bar, Renwick III
Anzhelina showed her winning hand and began to draw the large pot towards her.
"Great game, Gents, but I'm afraid I have to win and run, my transport leaves early in the morning and I need my beauty sleep." She said.
"You cheated me, girl." Aryx Turcan bellowed. His anger making red misshapen face even redder.
"I won fair and square, M'lord." Anzhelina protested.
"You, lie, whore." Turcan roared. Looking to his guards. He said. "Grab her, Search her."
The two large misshapen humanoids approached her.
One held her, while the other searched.
"Watch your hands, Fella." She said. "I'm not that kind of girl."
He only grunted in response.
Leaning back on the one that held her arms behind her back, she kicked out with both legs, impacting the other guards lower chest, she sent him stagger back into a nearby table, with a crash.
The first guard loosened his grip in surprise, and Anzhelina wriggled free.
The guard took a stun baton from his belt, charged it up and advanced on Anzhelina.
She backed away eventually colliding with a pool table.
She grabbed a discarded pool cue and used it like a sword to defend herself.
She knocked the baton from his hand and then clubbed him into unconsciousness. A disruptor blast impacted the wall near her head.
"The next goes though you, b**ch!" Turcan screamed.
Anzhelina froze as the Ch'lgren wordlord trained the weapon on her.
She dropped the cue and held up her hands.
Aryx Turcan got up from the his chair and waddled towards her. "I will search you myself." He said licking his lips.
"Yuck, do you bathe in sewerage?" She asked as he came closer.
"Impudent wench." He screamed. "I will teach you some manners."
In Anzhelina's ear a welcome voice said. "Ma'am, I am within transporter, are ready to leave?"
"Indeed, Mr. Beauregard." She replied.
A confused expression appeared on the Warlord's face as Anzhelina disappeared in a transporter beam.
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Once aboard the Rover, Anzhelina paused only to transport some latinum to the barowner for damages, before taking the helm and leaving the system.
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Latinum materialized on the bar, and Turcan screamed into his comm. "An enemy ship is in orbit. Find it and bring its occupants to me."
While the Ch'lgren wordlord was distracted, the bar tender, slipped the latinum into his pocket.
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Rover
Now with the ship at warp, Anzhelina turned to her Sentiant Sehlat companion, ans asked. "Where to now, Mr. Beauregard?"
"Langley Station, a remote Starfleet/Federation Starbase in the Lyshan System." He replied. "The are in need of pilots, Ms Walker."
"Langley Station? Sounds like fun." She replied with a smile.
Ms Anzhelina Walker
Civilian Pilot
Langley Station
Mr. Beauregard
Civilian Engineer
Langley Station
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