Staring at the Abyss

Posted on Mon May 15th, 2023 @ 10:19am by

Mission: Starship Side Quest
Timeline: Continuing from "Only the Dead Have Seen the End"

***Warning Potentially Disturbing Content***


Last time...

*****static oscillated across the radio waves***** =Giggur? It’s time for you to take watch on the wo’man and for Rizzo to giv’ dat bastard in the holdin’ cell his meddies=/

“Good luck with that,” the Angosian man smothered in blood grumbled as he looted the taller man’s body for his clothes and weapons. The sickly sounds of bones popped out of socket as he fished the jacket off the corpse. He took a small sharpened razor that the thing, that was once a man, undoubtedly used to shave. The Angosian spat on him. “Thanks.”

****static**** =He’s loose, I repeat, he’s loose. I found Mikthorn dead. Rizzo? Giggur?=



A squelching noise buzzed over the intercoms, followed by the sound of a low throaty laughter. “Attention fuckheads. If you weren’t panicking…” A scream of one of the mercenaries echoed down the corridor.

“You should probably run... I’m very angry.”



And Now...



Quivering in the shadows, the Klingon mercenary hung back. He would be considered a disgrace to his people. By Kahless, a complete and utter P’tak. But, motherfucker. He was born in Idaho. He didn’t know a potato from a prison and had only wound up in this situation because of the money. A coward’s death was upon him and Yeroll Varr was absolutely screwed. His friends called him Donnie for Christsakes. And he wound up on some godforsaken outpost with crazy people.

“Klingon,” the Angosian had the blade to his throat before he could even sneeze. “nuqDaq 'oH ra'wI'?”

Shaking, Yeroll “Donnie” Varr, tried his best to remember any Klingon his grandfather taught him. He desperately did not want the man to ask twice. His eyes felt the unwilling tears come. A crying Klingon? It was about to happen. How did he keep finding himself in these situations?

“not jIQuch vIjatlhqang p’Tak!” the man pushed the tip of the blade into his throat.

“I don’t speak Klingon! I’m from Idaho!”

The man reeked of blood and gore. He looked as though the surveyor of this whole project had been going beyond just torture. He pulled the knife down and rubbed his hand across his temple exasperated in headache. “Tell me, where the woman is before I kill you, you moron.”

“I don’t know that! I usually cook and haul heavy things,” Yeroll “Donnie” Varr replied. He could immediately tell that was the answer that was going to get his throat slit “I can take you to someone who does!”

The man looked furious. Darkness swirled in his eyes. “This better be worth my time Idaho Klingon.”

“I’m supposed to bring Prefect Ichatha his dinner in his private cabin, they probably didn’t even hear your announcement… honestly. No fooling,” Yeroll didn’t have any reason to be devious at this juncture. He was fairly certain that the man was going to kill him at any moment.

A positively sadistic smile ripped across the man’s face. “That is exactly where you need to take me, Idaho.”

The Angsion Followed Donnie as he made his way through the cobbled corridors of the station ready to defend himself against anyone they faced. He grabbed the back of Klingon's neck before he opened a sealed door. “How many guards?”

“One I… I…think he is usually a big Angsion guy” Donnie said.

“Should have told me that, the more surprises I run into the less likely you live,” Soran said in a calm voice.

Donnie opened the door Soran saw an airlock next to the cabin door. “Is his escape ship docked to that airlock?’

Donnie nodded.

‘Here’s what you're going to do, open that door then you're going to take his escape shuttle. Head for federation space and turn yourself and surrender to the first Starfleet Vessel you see. This is your second chance, don’t fuck it up.” Soran whispered.

Donnie approached the guard with the food. As the guard checked it a wire dropped onto his neck and Soran pulled it tight so fast it cut through the man’s flesh spraying the Klingon cook with blood. The Angsion guard’s eyes bulged and he made a soft gurgling noise as he let out his last breath.

“Open the door. ‘Soran barked

Donnie obeyed and the door hissed open. Ichatha stood there leaning on a cane, there was a frightened looking woman in the corner of the room. Soran stepped in and kicked Ichatha cane knocking him to the floor, he looked at the woman. “Go with Donnie.”

She jumped up and ranout the door of the airlock could be heard opening, he stared at the orange humanoid quivering on the floor, “To think anyone was ever afraid of a piece of filth like you.”

Soran saw a small shuttle leave through the cabin window, ”there goes your escape Fucker.”

“I can help you get out of here, there are more shuttles,” Ichatha said. “I have money now and nobody needs to know what happened here.’

Soran grabbed the Ichatha and threw him into the hallway. Ichatha tried to get to his feet, but Soran grabbed him by his neck. He opened the airlock and pushed him through, the door sealed with a hiss. Depressed the COMM.

“Where is Sky?” Soran asked.

“She is in the next section, third level! Now let me out!”

“I WIll, " Soran said. “Out the other side like you’ve done for so many you had no further use for.”

“Your Starfleet. You can’t. You have rules!”

“Right now I'm every bit the monster you created,” Soran said as he operated the door controls. “And Starfleet isn’t here.”

The door opened. To the vacuum of space. Ichatha’s body, a rag doll amongst the stars.