Northman: Your family will find safety in the Federation and the protection will be whoever is left of my army after all this time. Which there will a couple left not all were human, they were the ones that helped me and formed my forces.
Vala: We were already headed for the Federation, actually.
*Palos VII. Sam jumps back from a punch by Archangel, her nose bleeding, before hitting Archangel with a right hook and slamming her up against the wall, barring her arm across Archangel's throat and lifting Archangel above the ground slightly. The two have obviously been fighting fiercely, as both their knuckles are busted open, they both have bruises around their necks, and they both have bleeding noses and cuts all over their faces.
Archangel pushes Sam away from her before swinging a punch in, which Sam blocks with her left arm before sending a palm strike into Archangel's jaw, sending her to the floor. Archangel winces as she rubs her jaw, before spitting out some blood and getting up.*
Archangel: You remembered some of my moves.
Sam *hatred*: I never forgot them.
*Archangel tries to punch Sam again, with Sam blocking and trying to punch her. Archangel blocks this and tries to punch Sam again. This time, Sam blocks and successfully hits Archangel with an uppercut, knocking her back.*
I just never use them, but in your case, I'm making an exception.
*Archangel yells out as she sends a straight kick into Sam's face, knocking Sam on her back. When Archangel tries to grab Sam on the floor, Sam lifts her knees up and sends a kick into Archangel's throat, knocking Archangel back now. Sam then jumps onto her feet and sends a straight kick into Archangel's gut. Archangel answers back with a palm-strike to Sam's face. She then tries to get Sam in a sleeper hold, which Sam prevents by elbowing Archangel in the throat, causing Archangel to fall on her back and nearly choke before the two get up.
Archangel hits Sam with a right hook, nearly knocking Sam out, which, against this opponent, would be fatal. She then swings in with a left hook, which Sam catches, using Archangel's momentum to throw her into a wall. Archangel hits the wall with her back, causing a crack as her back gets fractured. Archangel lets out a cry of pain as she slides down the wall. Sam walks over to her, hatred in her eyes. Archangel forces her head up to look Sam in the eyes. A smirk crosses her face.*
Archangel *painful, mocking*: Finish it.
Go on. We both know you can. We both know you want to. Isn't that reason enough?
*Sam presses her foot onto Archangel's neck, pressing down, choking her. She keeps choking Archangel for several seconds, before she remembers something - her first mental confrontation with Angel, right before the civil war.
Angel: Matt died, and you wanted Drake dead. You couldn't do it, so I did it for you.
*Sam looks off to the side. The "angel" moves closer to her and rests a hand on her cheek.*
He was killing you inside. I couldn't let that happen.
Sam: I can't live knowing I killed a man, in cold blood.
Sam: BECAUSE IT'S WRONG!
Angel: Since when is justice ever wrong?!
Sam: That wasn't justice! That was murder!
Sam closes her eyes, lifting her foot off Archangel's throat, letting her breath.*
Sam: No... it isn't.
I want let you make me murder anyone else.
*Sam starts to slowly step away.*
Archangel *painful*: Pathetic!
*Sam starts to pick T'mar off the floor, before carrying her to the runabout. She then returns to Archangel, staring at her.*
Angel *in Sam's mind*: What are we going to do with her? I mean, I get the impression you're kinda done with killing.
Sam: Archangel, give me one good reason why I shouldn't leave you hear to die.
Archangel *painful*: Are you asking me to beg for my life?
Sam: No. I'm asking you to give me a reason not to leave you here.
Archangel *painful*: Go burn in hell, Allington.
Sam: Your choice.
*Sam picks Archangel up and, unexpectedly, carries her into the runabout's medical bay.
An hour later, the runabout takes off, heading for a Republic Penal Facility. T'mar, with her injuries healed by Sam, is sitting in the co-pilot seat, before looking across to Sam, a degree of regret in her eyes. Sam tries to ignore it, only acknowledging it with angered glances.*
*A few moments of silence pass between the two, both of them feeling the tension in the air.*
Why didn't you kill her back there?
Sam: Was that what you expected?
T'mar: Well... yeah.
Sam: Then you really don't know me.
T'mar: Or maybe you're just a different person to the Sam Allington I spent the last 2 years wanting to hunt down?
*Sam puts the runabout on auto-pilot and turns in her seat to face T'mar, glaring at her.*
Sam *angry*: Really? You pick now, of all times, to apologise?!
Sam *angry*: Let's do a recap, sis! You tried to kill me - TWICE! You refused to let me even TRY to apologise to you, or even explain my actions! Oh, and you pretty much admitted that you'll hate me for a long time over the past 2 years! Now you want to apologise to ME?!
Sam *angry*: You seriously think you deserve the chance to apologise to me after you put me through hell trying to apologise to you?!
T'mar: Sam, just--
Sam *angry*: Why don't you just make both our lives easier?! Go ahead!
*She gestures towards to back of the cabin.*
The airlock's right there! I'll even let you throw me in there yourself!
T'mar: Sam, would you just SHUT UP for a minute?!
Okay, I admit it. I was harsh. I--
Sam *angry*: "Harsh" is an understatement.
T'mar: I was out of control. I judged you harshly, I treated you harshly...
I guess you really did pull yourself out of the Shadows' camp. I still don't know if that's redemption, but... it's a start. I guess you aren't the same Sam Allington that I hated for the past 2 years.
Sam *angry*: Say it.
T'mar: I was going to--
Sam *angry*: Say it!
I was wrong. I was wrong, I was an idiot and I was unforgiving.
T'mar: Sam, I don't know what else I can say. All I really can say is "I'm sorry".
Sam: I'm sorry too.
I know I deserved your hatred, T'mar. I'm sorry I betrayed you. I'm sorry for everything.
*The two look at each other awkwardly for a moment, before looking back out the window.*
Sibling quarrel over now?
Just to be clear, you're not getting away with some of that crap.
T'mar: I just apologised!
Sam: I'm kidding!
T'mar: You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you kill her?
*Gyunei returns to his workings as he docks the fighter in stealth mode to the building...on the Klingon Outpost... He watches as Markon is meeting with the Klingon Doctors and Researchers looking into the disease going about as Markon is asking a researcher about the progress. *
Gyunei: *As he opens the way in using the sticky modifications on his gloves and boots he starts going over head.* (To himself) My my Markon age has no been kind to you.
*Federation Outpost the Pegasus class is getting ready to go as the Vanguard receives one more member from Shield...an Innovade esque clone but modified into a woman.*
*OOC: I will explain their origins in a bit as it is simple. They are human variants; Allen, Val, and the guardians he interacted with put the idea forth for living terminals to help the galaxy move along.. I guess I will have the Living AI become its base program but accepted to understand better. They do have some positronics but not to the degree as they are still organic. The things re entry is perhaps going to explain things as it looks at the current galaxy.*
*OOC: I get the feeling you think Markon is older than he actually is.*
Markon: What do we have so far?
Researcher: It appears to be artificial in origin, as was obvious from its progression through the Klingon anatomy. One thing strikes as unusual, however.
The disease seems to be airborne, but triggered only by a specific gene - a gene shared only between Klingons and Romulans.
Markon: Can you explain it?
Researcher: Among bioweapons research conducted by Ambassador B'vat during the Klingon-Federation war of the 2400s, B'vat would often focus on traits shared between Gorn, Letheans or Klingons and the Federation species, in order to develop a weapon which he could test in a controlled environment and still get useful data about its performance on the intended target species. Of particular note was the fact that he would usually create bioweapons focusing on genetic similarities between the Gorn and Federation species which Klingons did not share, so he had a weapon to use in case the Gorn ever rebelled against the Empire.
Markon: You believe the Romulans adopted a similar strategy? B'vat was a madman. Do you truly believe the Romulans would unleash this on their own people?
Researcher: General, they are Romulans. Before the time of the Romulan Republic, the Tal Shiar exterminated entire colonies of their own people without mercy! They are without honour! I would not be surprised if this was unleashed on their border worlds to implicate us as the perpetrators of this disease!
Markon: Romulan to'ba!
*OOC: BTW, when are you doing the second Ghola Wave?*