> Suddenly, she was faced by a perfect replica of the Rihanna assassin who had > nearly killed her, not once but twice. > > The female held a wickedly sharp weapon. Without warning, she attacked...
The battle dance was beautiful to watch, and its deadly reality only enhanced its beauty. Both females were forced to draw upon every skill each knew (or had been given) to survive. The assassin's knife laid across the way. Its shiny blade dripped with green blood. One finally got the upper hand. She made solid contact with the back of her opponent's neck and was rewarded with the dull crack of broken bones. Her own outcry confirmed, however, that she paid a price for the victory. She dropped to her knees beside her opponent in complete exhaustion. "End program." ****** t'Llhweiir walked stiffly into the bathroom off her office. She gasped in pain as she opened her uniform tunic and slowly unwrapped the strips of torn material that had tightly secured her broken ribs. She reached for a bone knitter and nearly dropped it. "Let me," said a voice behind her. Even drawing a breath to speak seem too much, so t'Llhweiir nodded her head. Y'Toi removed the instrument and first rinsed away the blood on its casing that made it impossible to grip properly. After making sure it was properly set for the Rihanna, she played it over the admiral's badly bruised skin. "Better?" she asked after she turned the knitter off. t'Llhweiir took the first deep breath she had dared since the end of the combat and replied, "Yes." Y'Toi took out a hypospray and adjusted its settings before pressuring its contents into her boss's neck. "Are you ready to tell me why, Carrhae?" As the Ferengi worked on the various bruises and cuts--including a bone-deep stab wound in t'Llhweiir's right leg--she listened to a retelling of the events of the last several hours. After she finished, Y'Toi said, "Admiral Renaud is due in a few minutes. Do you want to meditate while I clean this up?" she asked gesturing to the bloody uniform and discarded cloth strips. Freshly garbed in a clean uniform, t'Llhweiir still looked a little haggard. "That would be a good idea. Thank you." "Goes with the job, Boss," Y'Toi replied. "I'll also take over coordinating the wedding with your cousin." t'Llhweiir nodded. She would still need to handle one detail herself. Leaving her assistant in the bathroom, Carrhae tapped her combadge. "t'Llhweiir to Brennan." (response) "Can you talk privately?" (response) When he indicated that he could, she told him about her meeting with Lasiter. Then she added, "I do not think he will come this evening. I am sure my cousin could find someone to officiate, but before I ask her, do you have a better idea?" Although her religious beliefs were not strong, she knew that his were. (response) t'Llhweiir ends ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ | Randye Jones |) aka Adm. Carrhae t'Llhweiir and Adm. Candance Bedru /| Spacedock Role-Playing Game ( | ) [EMAIL PROTECTED] | Boldly goin' where no musician has gone before! _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://mail.scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
