"Captive"
[Previous post: "Man Down"]
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Stardate: 60325.1330
Setting: SURIAL III, Underground Cell
Nico sat motionless on the cold hard floor of his captor's cell. His eyes closed, his hulking body in a totally relaxed state. To an outside observer he may have appeared comatose or even dead. Nothing could be further from the truth. In his mind he was aware of everything. The sounds of fierce battle raging outside his confines, the coldness of the air in this prison, even seemingly imperceptible changes in air density as someone changed positions in a nearby cell. The Nausicaan needed such focus. Parts of his sub-conscious were raging at the thought of being locked away. He wondered if claustrophobia was Nausicaan trait. He has never known another of his kind to ask. He did know the longer he was kept caged more and more of his anger would escape his control until he was blind with rage. He struggled to focus on all of his sensory input in order to suppress his primal urges.
He thought, with pride, he was doing quite well at it too. Although, there would be little mercy shown toward any of his captors should they make the grave mistake of entering his cell without neutralizing him first. He was content to wait to see who unlocked his cell first, friend or foe.
He found out soon enough as the door of his cellblock was blasted open and half a dozen heavily armored and just as heavily armed marines entered the block. Uxtar and Major Simpson were the ones who reached Nico’s cell first and with the help of a phase rifle had the cell door open in a flash.
Nico recognized Uxtar as a crewmate of his on the MERCURY. Though he was only a nodding acquaintance of Uxtar. Nico was quite happy at the sight of him.
"Thought you might care for a change of scenery." Uxtar said as he extended his hand to pull Nico to his feet. "Are you alright?"
"I've been better." Nico replied in his gravely voice. "However, there is nothing wrong with me that wringing a few Romulan necks won't cure."
Uxtar smiled. He had a feeling he was going to get along fine with this big ugly Nausicaan.
"I assume one of those rifles is for me?" Nico asked Major Simpson.
Simpson tossed a rifle, which Nico caught and held out in front of him one handed. It looked like a child's cap gun in his large hand.
"C'mon" Uxtar said as they moved on to the next block. "Time for some payback."
Now it was Nico’s turn to smile. Payback was something Nicodemus Rostov did well.
--- 2005 post #351
Jammie Thouin {lone-gunman@att.net}
Ensign Rostov
USS MERCURY
