SPD: David-free!

[Pete Boulay]

>No one came to bother him that day, and the food did help to get some strength back. He got two more meals and a replacement for the water bucket; they were >not a cruel people, just desperate. At one point he heard a group return from a firefight, and men and women crying as they were told of the loss of their loved >ones, either through battle or to the death camps. All they knew was suffering and grief.

>He was given an extra blanket that night to ward off the chill, and given the state of the place, he probably had as good a lodging as anyone else there. Years of >bitter struggle had left them with little.

>Something awoke him that night, sounds of desperate voices yelling to get more weapons, to build up defensive barriers. Then came an explosion.

David put his back to the wall and listened.

>There was a battle going on in the compound; explosions, sounds of screaming, people trying to give orders. The sounds grew nearer to the prison wing, and >finally he heard the key in the lock. The door flew open and the woman who had asked him questions the day before was standing there, blood and soot on her >face and clothes. "The Mags, the planetary defense, are here. They're killing everyone they see and this place is burning.
>You're free, fleeter. We won't leave you in here to die like an animal in the fire. It's everyone for themselves." Behind her, David could see others opening the rest >of the cells, could see the light of the fire not too far away and smell the smoke. And then she was gone, probably to die fighting.

"Give me your name...I'll help you when I get back..."

(resp?)

David watched as she left and then walked out the door He ran for the door and ran out with his hands up-he tripped and fell to his knees, seeing a man fall from a phaser shot nearby. "I AM A STARFLEET CAPTAIN! DO NOT SHOOT ME! I AM A STARFLEET CAPTAIN!" The pain rippled through his chest as he got to his feet and ran for a group of people he saw in uniform, praying they wouldn't shoot him.