Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 9:25:45 GMT -8
"Hello, brother,"
Emmarie’s finger wavered near the trigger of her blaster. She wanted to kill him. It would be so easy too; thumb the setting up from heavy stun, past kill, all the way up to obliterate. A savage grin was on her face, which most would find deeply unsettling. The instincts of her species were fighting their way through; the anger, the savagery, the willingness to do whatever it took to get the things she wanted.
"Shields are up,"
It was a mixed blessing that the containment field wasn’t there. True, it made it easier for Colt to try and do something to sabotage the Phoenix or their mission. But at the same time, it made it easier for Emmarie to unleash her wrath upon him if she so desired.
"Not destroy it."
Though Emmarie’s own burden was tough to bear, she knew that Hunter was just as bad off, if not worse. He’d been betrayed by his own flesh and blood, someone whom he’d known all of his life. Someone he trusted.
Emmarie was oblivious to Nerio’s conversation with Colt’s lackey as she stared down Colt, her anger threatening to overwhelm her.
"She tells me everything."
Her eyes narrowed, the wolfish grin quickly replaced by a stern frown. Colt was trying to turn them against one another, and she wasn’t about to let him win. Even a moment of doubt, an instant of hesitation would allow Colt an opporunity to get the upper hand.
"Where...is...our...son..."
She could tell Hunter was getting more angry by the moment. She also knew that Colt was operating under the assumption that their Starfleet training would protect him from harm. They were operating under the gray areas of intergalactic law and Starfleet policy, though. They weren’t on duty, nor were they on a Federation starship or in Federation space. Unless Marta turned tail and reported them both, it was unlikely that anything they did would cause anything more than a reprimand or a few counselling sessions.
Without warning, Emmarie charged forward, right fist swinging out to strike Colt in the face, before her momentum caused her to collide shoulder first into Colt’s chest. His mass caused her to slow, and she halted herself, not wanting to end up on the floor with Colt.
“WHERE IS HE!?” She bellowed, her voice ringing off of the bulkheads of the Phoenix.
Tag: @colt, @hunter
Emmarie’s finger wavered near the trigger of her blaster. She wanted to kill him. It would be so easy too; thumb the setting up from heavy stun, past kill, all the way up to obliterate. A savage grin was on her face, which most would find deeply unsettling. The instincts of her species were fighting their way through; the anger, the savagery, the willingness to do whatever it took to get the things she wanted.
"Shields are up,"
It was a mixed blessing that the containment field wasn’t there. True, it made it easier for Colt to try and do something to sabotage the Phoenix or their mission. But at the same time, it made it easier for Emmarie to unleash her wrath upon him if she so desired.
"Not destroy it."
Though Emmarie’s own burden was tough to bear, she knew that Hunter was just as bad off, if not worse. He’d been betrayed by his own flesh and blood, someone whom he’d known all of his life. Someone he trusted.
Emmarie was oblivious to Nerio’s conversation with Colt’s lackey as she stared down Colt, her anger threatening to overwhelm her.
"She tells me everything."
Her eyes narrowed, the wolfish grin quickly replaced by a stern frown. Colt was trying to turn them against one another, and she wasn’t about to let him win. Even a moment of doubt, an instant of hesitation would allow Colt an opporunity to get the upper hand.
"Where...is...our...son..."
She could tell Hunter was getting more angry by the moment. She also knew that Colt was operating under the assumption that their Starfleet training would protect him from harm. They were operating under the gray areas of intergalactic law and Starfleet policy, though. They weren’t on duty, nor were they on a Federation starship or in Federation space. Unless Marta turned tail and reported them both, it was unlikely that anything they did would cause anything more than a reprimand or a few counselling sessions.
Without warning, Emmarie charged forward, right fist swinging out to strike Colt in the face, before her momentum caused her to collide shoulder first into Colt’s chest. His mass caused her to slow, and she halted herself, not wanting to end up on the floor with Colt.
“WHERE IS HE!?” She bellowed, her voice ringing off of the bulkheads of the Phoenix.
Tag: @colt, @hunter