warpfairy | life's blood

They're not near Cardassian Union space.

But then, they're not near Federation space either. This ship has as much right to be in this system as they do.

It makes Isabella nervous, anyway, and she's just about to suggest leaving and coming back another time, when the Prometheus is hailed.

They're armed. She can't warp inside a solar system.

She answers the hail.

"Hello, Federation vessel," says one of the three visible Cardassians in bad but intelligible English. "What're you doing out here alone?"

Isabella swallows. "This is the deep space survey vessel Prometheus," she begins.

The computer lets her know that they're charging weapons.

"We have no hostile intention," she says.

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From:

dream_me_up

He declines to be hauled.

The door opens.

Edited Date: 2013-06-06 07:45 pm (UTC)

From:

warpfairy

Kelvok summons Janor by communicator, exasperated, unhappy.

Lalita has managed to walk in on Brol and Isabella. Neither of them is currently wearing anything. If Isabella has had a break from being beaten to within an inch of her life over the past couple of days, it's not in visual evidence; she's in a sort of heap on the floor, awake but with the dead-eyed calm of full Vulcans in full suppression. She perceives but does not discernibly react to Lalita's presence. Possibly she can't move.

Brol snarls and lunges for Lalita. "Kelvok can't keep his playtoy under control -"

From:

dream_me_up

Looking at Lalita, 'brawny' would never be the first word that came to mind. He's tall but not broad; he has the physique of a dancer, not a weightlifter. This is particularly obvious at the moment because neither he nor Kelvok is wearing anything either.

Appearances can be deceiving.

He wraps one hand around Brol's throat, picks him up off the floor, and throws him bodily out of the room.

From:

warpfairy

Kelvok makes an undignified noise and bolts down the hall, possibly to retrieve some manner of weapon or see what's taking Janor so long.

Isabella continues to be a heap of controlled emotionlessness on the floor.

Brol hits the wall. He's stunned but, thanks to his scales, not unconscious, and staggers to his feet.

From:

dream_me_up

Lalita studies Brol coldly.

"Are any of you idiots related to each other?" he asks in flawless Cardassian.

From:

warpfairy

Brol backs away a few steps. "...No."

From:

dream_me_up

"I didn't think so," he says, and smiles, and walks forward.

It is not a good smile.

From:

alicornucopia

Brol turns and runs.

From:

dream_me_up

Lalita is faster.

From:

alicornucopia

Thus ends Brol.

Janor and Kelvok appear on the scene a few seconds later, armed with handheld disruptors. Janor is apparently less reluctant to shoot at Lalita than Kelvok is.

From:

dream_me_up

He's still faster. He dodges - a disruptor beam grazes his ribs - he disarms them both, breaking Janor's wrist in the process, and points one disruptor at each of them.

Then, after a short pause in which he decides not to bother offering mercy, he shoots Janor.

"You're kind of cute," he says to Kelvok, still in casually fluent Cardassian, "so at the moment I plan to let you live. If you annoy me, that plan will change. Clear?"

From:

alicornucopia

Kelvok nods.

From:

dream_me_up

"Good," he says, and smiles his nasty smile again. "I want something to tie you up with. I suggest you help me find it."

From:

alicornucopia

"...There are spare electrical cables," mutters Kelvok, closing his eyes. "In the cargo bay."

From:

dream_me_up

"Show me the cargo bay, then."

From:

alicornucopia

Kelvok warily leads the way to the cargo hold.

From:

dream_me_up

Lalita does a very quick, very thorough job of making sure Kelvok will not be going much of anywhere or doing much of anything in the near future, and then he takes both disruptors and leaves. Back to the room where they were keeping Isabella, with a short detour through sickbay.

From:

warpfairy

She is still a heap.

Her eyes are still empty of content.

From:

dream_me_up

He doesn't ask if she's okay. The answer is too obvious.

He does ask: "Can you move? Can you talk?"

From:

warpfairy

"I can speak," she says with the kind of excess care that suggests that she runs the risk of worsening an injury in so doing. "Possibly I could roll onto my back. I cannot walk."

From:

dream_me_up

"You're not going to get much help from a Cardassian sickbay," he says, "and you know what the Prometheus is like on that score. But as usual, I've got a trick up my - lack of a sleeve." (He's still naked.) "My blood has restorative properties, and I happen to know it works on both your parent species, not that I have any idea how. If I give you some, it should help. Okay?"

From:

warpfairy

"Yes."

From:

dream_me_up

"Okay. I love you," he murmurs.

It doesn't take very long to draw enough blood; it takes a little longer to get it into Isabella. Some amount of pain is unavoidable, with her injuries, but he tries to minimize it. (The long raw streak of a burn along his side is already healing, and it itches more than it hurts; he ignores both.)