A Parting shot

Posted on Monday 3 May 2021 @ 13:30 by Captain Melody Jones

Mission: A Cry from the Darkness
Location: Administrators office, Ceti Beta 4
Timeline: MD6 2100
702 words - 1.4 OF Standard Post Measure

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Ransa felt a bit satisfied with what he had accomplished earlier. He gave one of his runabouts to that Starfleet individual Lieutenant McPhee and just one of his little stashes of gold pressed latinum to the man as well. He felt rather crafty pulling the wool over the man's eyes along with the man's marine escort. On top of that, Ransa had gotten his family away to safety too. They were safe from Her, he felt it time for a drink of celebration and went to check his other stash of fine spirits he stepped into the closet where the hidden cupboard was kept, picked up the rather old brandy and brought it out placing it upon the desk to pour himself a drink. Glass in hand he took a sip and then heard something behind him which caused him to whirl around.

The glass filled with the brandy slipped out of his hand, things seeming to go in slow motion. The glass hit the floor and shattered sending the amber colored liquid spraying all over the place, among the shards.

"I.. I thought you were gone. Why are you still here?" his face pale, paler than the white of a newly washed sheet.

"You didn't think that you wouldn't be seeing me again did you?" A voice came from the shadows and Fox stepped out point a very distinct disruptor at him. "I just had to say goodbye before I left." she added with sinister overtones. "So it turns out you did have some latinum stashed away somewhere. Did you really think I wouldn't find out about it?" she said in a deadly tone as she stepped towards him.

"What did I tell you when we first met?" She asked, raising an eyebrow "That you should never ever cross me." She gestured toward the disruptor. "One of the few perks I've discovered in this universe. A Varon T disruptor. Do you know of it?"

Ransa shakily shook his head, "N-n-no I do not know of it."

She smiled "It's a delightfully vicious weapon. It doesn't just kill a person it.... tears them apart from the inside out. It does it very slowly too, compared to these Starfleet phasers. A truly agonizing, most painful death which...... I think that is what someone like you deserves." she said as she levelled the weapon at him. "Any last words?"

"Wait.. no.. please don't!" Ransa gasped out horrified at the deadly weapon pointed at him. He didn't want to die!

"Oh, I almost forgot!" she suddenly added "I wanted an audience for this so I called your assistant up here to bear witness."

The door opens just then and in walked Tymon Sutter, " You called me sir? What the heck is this? Who are you?" not quite believing his boss had a gun pointed at him by a rather pregnant woman.

"I'm the one who's in charge around here." Fox replied, not taking her eyes off Ransa. "By the way, I've set the security monitors to record this so you're wife and child can see how poorly you met your end." and with that, she fired.

"No... you are a wicked woman someday you will meet your end...." any other words disappeared in his screams of agony as he disintegrated into nothing.

Sutter was horrified, the man didn't deserve this, Sutter knew that he will not ever forget this. It was the stuff of nightmares.

Fox seemed to get some perverse pleasure from watching Ransa meet his end. She then turned to Sutter, as Ransa's screams finally faded. "I want you to tell people what happened here. Now, unless you want to suffer the same fate..... You've got 5 seconds to run."

Sutter was gone in a flash his fear giving wings to his feet. He didn't want to die either. Poor Ransa's family ... he hoped that horrid woman will die a horrible death, someday be stopped, for wickedness like her needed to be stopped.

Fox took a deep breath and smiled to herself. She had dealt with Ransa, and those Federation fools would soon take care of the others. Humming she headed for her Runabout.


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Mirror Amelia Fox
NPC Jones

Ransa
NPC Mathias