Re: NX-07 Buran Alpha Mission thread
Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 8:07 am
Diipaxa Minor Facility-Cargo Storage Facility
Nelson faded in and out of consciousness, nearly oblivious to his surroundings. He had no memory from when he passed out, covered in his own blood, lying naked on his side still bound to the chair until recently, when it occurred to him that he was on some kind of cot. He vaguely remembered some loud arguments with things being said like "He'll die, and then what have you got?" but nothing that he could hold on too. It was like being trapped in a dream that he just couldn't wake up from.
Finally, his eyes did open and his mind was clear of the drugs. He realized that he was laying face down on a cot, dressed in some sort of one piece utility jumpsuit, with some kind of light blanket covering him. Just then the PAIN hit him all at once. He gritted his teeth as the waves of pain rolled over him and threatened to consume him. He's never hurt like this before in his life. But when he was just a trainee Private, his Drill Sergeant taught his platoon a valuable lesson about pain.
"Pain means your still alive, Privates!" he could hear the crusty old bastards voice in his head as if it were yesterday "If your still alive then you can still fight. And MACOs never stop fighting. It's when you can't feel that pain anymore that you should start to worry. That means your body is giving up and shutting down. And ALL YOU BONEHEADS KNOW BETTER THAN TO DIE WITHOUT PERMISSION, RIGHT?"
Chuckling slightly at the memory, Nelson managed to move through the pain. From the painful stretching from his back and face, it seemed that somebody must have closed his cuts; otherwise, he'd have bled out. He could barely breathe through his nose, so that must still be broken, and he guessed about four of his ribs were broken. He had to silently admit that he was in bad shape.
He lifted his head and looked around, taking note of his surroundings. He was in a tiny office that looked hastily converted into a cell. Metal seemed to have been welded over the only window from the outside, with small eye slits from which to watch the prisoner. The only furniture in the room was his cot, and a small plastic pitcher of water that sat next to his bed. Reaching for it took all of his energy, but he knew he needed to start replacing the blood he lost, and for that he needed fluids. He emptied the container in small sips, and fell back to the bed, worn out. He was just about to let the darkness overtake him again, when he heard a familiar voice ringing out loudly, obviously berating somebody, but to muffled to make out.
Suddenly, the door whisked open, admitting the single most beautiful woman Nelson had ever seen. The fact that she had the green skin of an Orion took nothing away from her. She was tall by a human woman's standards, and her copper hair flowed like waves from her head down to her shoulders, and had startling blue eyes. She also had a perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were so large that they strained the material of her top, which was already so small it left ample cleavage open both above and below, and well as her entire midriff., and was threatening to tear the fabric apart. She wore a tiny pair of shorts that were so tight that it seemed like they could have been painted on, and under those tiny shorts, she swished her hips in such a way that when she walked, even in his condition, Nelson stopped breathing for a moment. She came in carrying a tray with a large bowl on it, as well as an old fashioned hypodermic syringe. She easily balanced the tray on one hand, and carried a small folding chair in the other. With a flick of her arm, she opened the chair and set the tray down on it. She snapped her fingers twice and the door closed behind her.
Everett thought about attacking the woman and using her as a hostage, but didn't even have the strength to sit up, so instead he quipped, "If your how my guards look, maybe I'll like being a P.O.W. Tell me, is this a FULL service prison? I certainly like the room service, but I'm a little tired just now, so you'll excuse me if I don't rise to the occasion?"
"You'll excuse me if I don't rip my clothes off and take you now," she replied "but they want you alive, thus I can't risk it."
Nelson chuckled in spite of himself. "Well then, who the hell are you?" he asked.
"My name is Xiva." She said. "I'm here to keep you alive until they can transport you off world. That seems to be a slight problem for them with your ship in orbit, which is why, I suspect, that they called for reinforcements."
Nelson's heart started to beat faster. More Romulans on the way, it had to be. At the moment, the Orions didn't have many ships that could stand up to Buran, and if they did, they certainly wouldn't risk them to help out a small gang of Orion mercs working for the Romulans. No, it had to be Romulan warships that were on the way. And after the Buran's defeat of the last one, they'd be coming in a group. Things were going from bad to worse.
The woman moved the tray to the floor and sat in the chair, then picked up the bowl and took a spoonful of some porridge like substance and placed it at the MACO's mouth.
"Eat" she insisted.
Whatever it was smelled like the paste one would scrape out of the inside of a boot after a hundred klick hike, and tasted like it too, but it went down easy and Everett felt a bit better after the first mouthful. He allowed her to keep feeding him between questions.
"I don't get it." Nelson said between mouthfuls "Why do they want ME? I'm just a grunt, and a ground pounder. Even if I told them everything I'd ever learned about Earth and Starfleet, it wouldn't change much. I'm not a scientist, a warp engineer, or a Starship Captain. What use do they think I can be?"
"Would you rather they kill you?" she asked
"Almost." He replied flatly.
"Well, lucky for you they don't KNOW that you're a "nobody", and that buys you some time." She said.
"Time for what?" Everett asked
Pretending she didn't hear him, she reached down and picked up the needle and held it up. "This is a cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers. May I?"
Nelson figured if he said no, she'd call a couple of thugs to hold him down and stick him anyway so he nodded and she quickly injected the drug into his veins. His pain immediately began to recede further, but he grew drowsy as well.
"Get some rest" Xiva instructed him "You'll need it." She looked at him for a long moment, and before saying "I don't know what it is about you, but you look to strong and rugged. I can't miss the chance."
With that she sat on the side of the bed, and kissed him with an odd mixture of hot passion and tender caring. When she broke away she sat up and breathlessly said, "Oh my. My heart is racing! Here, feel."
With that she took Nelson's hand and slid it under her top and along the side of her right breast until his hand reached the valley between the mounds of womanly flesh. She looked him dead in the eye and held his hand there a moment longer, before she suddenly stood up, and grabbed the empty bowl, spoon, tray, and chair before she marched out without another word.
Nelson lay there for a moment reflecting on the treasure he had found under her shirt. Oh yes, she certainly had nice breasts, but the tiny pistol that she had wedged between them that she had slipped him is what made HIS heart beat faster at the moment.
Nelson faded in and out of consciousness, nearly oblivious to his surroundings. He had no memory from when he passed out, covered in his own blood, lying naked on his side still bound to the chair until recently, when it occurred to him that he was on some kind of cot. He vaguely remembered some loud arguments with things being said like "He'll die, and then what have you got?" but nothing that he could hold on too. It was like being trapped in a dream that he just couldn't wake up from.
Finally, his eyes did open and his mind was clear of the drugs. He realized that he was laying face down on a cot, dressed in some sort of one piece utility jumpsuit, with some kind of light blanket covering him. Just then the PAIN hit him all at once. He gritted his teeth as the waves of pain rolled over him and threatened to consume him. He's never hurt like this before in his life. But when he was just a trainee Private, his Drill Sergeant taught his platoon a valuable lesson about pain.
"Pain means your still alive, Privates!" he could hear the crusty old bastards voice in his head as if it were yesterday "If your still alive then you can still fight. And MACOs never stop fighting. It's when you can't feel that pain anymore that you should start to worry. That means your body is giving up and shutting down. And ALL YOU BONEHEADS KNOW BETTER THAN TO DIE WITHOUT PERMISSION, RIGHT?"
Chuckling slightly at the memory, Nelson managed to move through the pain. From the painful stretching from his back and face, it seemed that somebody must have closed his cuts; otherwise, he'd have bled out. He could barely breathe through his nose, so that must still be broken, and he guessed about four of his ribs were broken. He had to silently admit that he was in bad shape.
He lifted his head and looked around, taking note of his surroundings. He was in a tiny office that looked hastily converted into a cell. Metal seemed to have been welded over the only window from the outside, with small eye slits from which to watch the prisoner. The only furniture in the room was his cot, and a small plastic pitcher of water that sat next to his bed. Reaching for it took all of his energy, but he knew he needed to start replacing the blood he lost, and for that he needed fluids. He emptied the container in small sips, and fell back to the bed, worn out. He was just about to let the darkness overtake him again, when he heard a familiar voice ringing out loudly, obviously berating somebody, but to muffled to make out.
Suddenly, the door whisked open, admitting the single most beautiful woman Nelson had ever seen. The fact that she had the green skin of an Orion took nothing away from her. She was tall by a human woman's standards, and her copper hair flowed like waves from her head down to her shoulders, and had startling blue eyes. She also had a perfect hourglass figure. Her breasts were so large that they strained the material of her top, which was already so small it left ample cleavage open both above and below, and well as her entire midriff., and was threatening to tear the fabric apart. She wore a tiny pair of shorts that were so tight that it seemed like they could have been painted on, and under those tiny shorts, she swished her hips in such a way that when she walked, even in his condition, Nelson stopped breathing for a moment. She came in carrying a tray with a large bowl on it, as well as an old fashioned hypodermic syringe. She easily balanced the tray on one hand, and carried a small folding chair in the other. With a flick of her arm, she opened the chair and set the tray down on it. She snapped her fingers twice and the door closed behind her.
Everett thought about attacking the woman and using her as a hostage, but didn't even have the strength to sit up, so instead he quipped, "If your how my guards look, maybe I'll like being a P.O.W. Tell me, is this a FULL service prison? I certainly like the room service, but I'm a little tired just now, so you'll excuse me if I don't rise to the occasion?"
"You'll excuse me if I don't rip my clothes off and take you now," she replied "but they want you alive, thus I can't risk it."
Nelson chuckled in spite of himself. "Well then, who the hell are you?" he asked.
"My name is Xiva." She said. "I'm here to keep you alive until they can transport you off world. That seems to be a slight problem for them with your ship in orbit, which is why, I suspect, that they called for reinforcements."
Nelson's heart started to beat faster. More Romulans on the way, it had to be. At the moment, the Orions didn't have many ships that could stand up to Buran, and if they did, they certainly wouldn't risk them to help out a small gang of Orion mercs working for the Romulans. No, it had to be Romulan warships that were on the way. And after the Buran's defeat of the last one, they'd be coming in a group. Things were going from bad to worse.
The woman moved the tray to the floor and sat in the chair, then picked up the bowl and took a spoonful of some porridge like substance and placed it at the MACO's mouth.
"Eat" she insisted.
Whatever it was smelled like the paste one would scrape out of the inside of a boot after a hundred klick hike, and tasted like it too, but it went down easy and Everett felt a bit better after the first mouthful. He allowed her to keep feeding him between questions.
"I don't get it." Nelson said between mouthfuls "Why do they want ME? I'm just a grunt, and a ground pounder. Even if I told them everything I'd ever learned about Earth and Starfleet, it wouldn't change much. I'm not a scientist, a warp engineer, or a Starship Captain. What use do they think I can be?"
"Would you rather they kill you?" she asked
"Almost." He replied flatly.
"Well, lucky for you they don't KNOW that you're a "nobody", and that buys you some time." She said.
"Time for what?" Everett asked
Pretending she didn't hear him, she reached down and picked up the needle and held it up. "This is a cocktail of antibiotics and painkillers. May I?"
Nelson figured if he said no, she'd call a couple of thugs to hold him down and stick him anyway so he nodded and she quickly injected the drug into his veins. His pain immediately began to recede further, but he grew drowsy as well.
"Get some rest" Xiva instructed him "You'll need it." She looked at him for a long moment, and before saying "I don't know what it is about you, but you look to strong and rugged. I can't miss the chance."
With that she sat on the side of the bed, and kissed him with an odd mixture of hot passion and tender caring. When she broke away she sat up and breathlessly said, "Oh my. My heart is racing! Here, feel."
With that she took Nelson's hand and slid it under her top and along the side of her right breast until his hand reached the valley between the mounds of womanly flesh. She looked him dead in the eye and held his hand there a moment longer, before she suddenly stood up, and grabbed the empty bowl, spoon, tray, and chair before she marched out without another word.
Nelson lay there for a moment reflecting on the treasure he had found under her shirt. Oh yes, she certainly had nice breasts, but the tiny pistol that she had wedged between them that she had slipped him is what made HIS heart beat faster at the moment.