| Yes, there is no time for a more elegant, subtle
approach. Seeker has an odd feeling that if he could just somehow establish
comms with the Voyager's Main Computer, he could get her to teleport Torres
out of harms way. However, scans reveal that like the rest of the ship,
things are going….wonky shipwide. Thus, a more brutal approach is needed
if the Star Fleeter is going to be saved.
Kane smiles as the defiant dream constructs glares
up at him from where she had dove for cover. She knew that there was no
escape, but was not going to cringe or beg for mercy.
Kane nodded in approval. Kane was many things
considered evil, but he still was human enough to admire bravery
even in non-human things.
"I will make this quick….and painless," Kane says,
almost tenderly as he takes aim from the doorway. He then shouts in surprise
as a crimson flash of light sears it's way through the window of the room,
and the window blows outward in a gale of wind.
Things seem to move in slow motion as he makes
a dive away from the doorway…trying to NOT be sucked out into the
vacuum surrounding the mock Voyager. He feels himself being dragged
back, though he's clawing at the ground. He sees the dream construct scream
in fear as she is bodily dragged out of the room and out the window. However,
before the safety protocols slam the door shut, sealing the room and maintaining
atmospheric integrity, Kane swears he sees a beam of light engulf the construct…..and
drag her quickly into some type of ship.
A ship sleek in design with the nose painted in
the style of a shark….as did some American pilots have their fighting craft
painted back in WW II.
Somebody just interfered with my assignment….and
my Master will be most displeased, Kane thinks to himself, and shivers.
By
Allah, I hope that I can convince him to spare me to continue to try to
finish what he assigned me!
B'Elana Torres sputters and swears as soon as
she feels the chamber fill with life giving atmosphere. She shivers and
rubs her hands, trying to warm herself.
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