Literary Challenge #33 : New Romulus
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Join Date: Jul 2012
12-01-2012, 11:29 AM
Cold, wind-driven rain fell on the Vastaam Peaks, while arctic-bitter winds howled through the mountain forest, but Rynar Lambert maintained his brisk pace and ascent, intent on pursuing what Science officer Laing was convinced was only a sensor ghost.
The canopy of pine trees offered some respite to the wind and rain, but in clearings, the rain certainly qualified as what the Ferengi would consider
, and Lambert knew that it was only the polymer and synthleather of his uniform which kept him from being soaked to the skin.
Kneeling behind an outcrop of rocks for some momentary respite from the rain, and slicking his dark hair back from his face, Lambert reached up and tabbed his comm-badge, holding his fingers down to engage low-audio mode.
," he murmered. "I'm nearly at the peak, can you give us a more precise heading."
"Keep heading north, Ryan," came the voice of Captain Amanda Palmer. "And keep your eyes open, Number One, you're nearly upon the anomolies."
"Aye, Captain," Lambert acknowledged, as Lieutenant S'rR's Kane crouched down beside him. "Lambert out."
"Which way, Commander?" S'rR's asked quietly, her vibrant purple eyes constantly scanning the treeline as she reached back, deftly knotting her bolt straight ice-blonde hair into a functional warriors queue and out of her face.
"North," Lambert replied, reaching back, and drawing his great-grandfather's mek'leth from his ceremonial baldric. "Do you still think there's more than one?"
"I think so," S'rR's replied with a shrug. "It's hard to tell in the dark with all this rain. It's times like this, I wish I had inherited my mothers tapetum, rather than Marcus' ability to heal..."
Lambert remained silent. The fact that the Lieutenant and the Admiral were an item, was something of an open secret aboard the
, and never spoken of. Lambert understood that like ancient Egyptian royalty, Pentaxian bonding and mating customs were somewhat different to what many societies considered decent, but it was not his place to comment, and the weapon in his hand and the sash across his powerful shoulders were reminders of that: Starfleet and the Federation tolerated his cultural values, and still afforded him the freedom to express that heritage, even though he was only one eighth QuchHa Klingon on his maternal line. Who was he to criticize who a woman fell in love with?*
Additionally, he felt a kind of kinship to the half-Human half-Pentaxian Lieutenant due to her own mixed heritage. She may have looked Human, but biologically, she was closer to Pentaxian than Human norms, and he knew she was as proud of her Pentaxian heritage, as he was of his own Klingon roots, which few observers would have ever suspected, were it not for the ceremonial baldric which he habitually wore over his Starfleet uniform.
"Commander, did you see that?" S'rR's whispered, returning Lambert's attention to their surroundings. "About a hundred meters ahead of us, some kind of disturbance in the rain."
Lambert squinted, trying to see what S'rR's meant. Then he saw it. A moving void in the rain. A void moving against the wind.
"You may not be able to see in the dark, Siri, but I think you're right," he muttered, before breaking cover and sprinting across the clearing in the forest. He had almost reached the treeline, when it, whatever it was, hit him, trapping his legs and bringing him down with a force which momentarily winded him as he hit the floor, and sent the mek'leth clattering away on the rain-slicked rocks, moonlight reflecting from the tines like shooting stars as it fell.
Rolling onto his back, Lambert automatically kicked out at whatever had tripped him, his boot encountered solid resistance, he pushed against it.
A phaser beam hissed viciously close to where Lambert lay, but in that illumination, for an instant, optical refraction meant he was able to perceive his assailant: A humanoid-shaped void in the rain, partially outlined by the phaser beam.
"They're using stealth suits!" he shouted, rolling into a seated crouch and diving forwards in a headlong tackle, his shoulder making contact with something which definitely felt like someone's midriff.
Landing in a kneeling position atop the invisible assailant, Lambert lashed out with a powerful blow, which he felt being partially absorbed and deflected by the head of the stealth suit.
Hearing the commander's shout, S'rR's stopped as she entered the clearing with her phaser drawn. Stealth suits would explain the sensor ghosts and mysterious occurrences around the developing capital, and having been in existence for over twenty years, they were hardly unknown technology.
The rain whipped mercilessly into S'rR's's face, reducing her visibility to mere meters, and she holstered the phaser, knowing that another miss-placed shot was as much danger to Lambert as his assailant. There was a change in the wind, and then she heard it: Running footsteps.
Turning slightly, she saw what looked almost like a waterspout circling her, but gradually drawing closer, spiraling through the driving rain like a spirit, and she felt the hair on her scalp raising in animalistic acknowledgement of the threat. The rain meant she couldn't trust her eyes, so she closed them.
Her eyes closed, her hearing became amplified, and she could clearly locate the approaching assailant. Not wanting to alert the assailant to her awareness of it, she continued to move towards the sound of where Lambert was grappling on the floor, her training allowing her to move as easily over the rugged terrain as if her eyes were open.
She could still hear it drawing closer, closing the gap rapidly, twenty meters, then ten, then five, when she heard a footfall at two meters, she knew the assailant was running for her on a direct collision course. Turning toward the assailant, and clenching her fists, S'rR's felt the momentary burn between her fingers as her claws extended, and she dropped into a crouch, slashing her left hand horizontally from left to right. The sound of ripping cloth and a guttural howl of pain reached her ears, and as she felt the resistance against the blade-like claws and a liquid warmth over her hand, she automatically tensed her wrist further, continuing the swing and opened her eyes.
The cloth of the stealth suit damaged, the cloaking technology deactivated, and the assailant became fully visible, automatically clutching at its disemboweled abdomen, just as S'rR's punched upwards with her right fist, driving the ten inch claws deep into its chest. As the assailant collapsed to the wet ground, S'rR's straightened out of her fighting crouch, her claws retracting back into her forearms as she relaxed her fists, and she saw Lambert delivering a knockout blow to his own assailant, slamming a forearm and elbow into the jaw, before pulling away the hood of the stealth suit.
Getting to his feet, Lambert moved to where his mek'leth had fallen. He stooped and picked up the heirloom, before returning it to his sash and tapping his comm-badge.
," he said somewhat breathlessly. "We found them, and I can confirm that the Tal Shiar are definitely operating on New Romulus."
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