Wrong Place, Really Wrong Time

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 11:36pm by Captain Patrick O'Connor
Edited on on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 11:36pm

0 words; about a 1 minute read

Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, T'skani Province, private lagoon #13
Timeline: 2265
Tags: Patrick,relationship

He had slept for several hours, but had awoken because he was uncomfortable. The bed was large, and he noticed how empty it felt. That fact had not gone unnoticed, though it only seemed to anger him. He got up and pulled the top of a bottle of Sorian brandy that was in the room and began drinking it straight from the bottle. Her scent was still wafting through the air and was on certain things, like the bed, and that too at this moment was upsetting him. Worst of all, he was hot. Very hot. The wind was blowing in to keep things from being stifling, but he was still hot. It was a tropical setting, and while that was very comfy for her, it was nauseating to him.

He pounded the bottle a few more times, complaining internally about her as he drank. And then something changed. He caught a new scent; male, several actually, in leather and other such garments, and they were armed. He heard the footsteps moving up the stairs, and then spotted the silhouette of another just outside the window. Whoever they were, they meant to do harm, and he was in a really bad mood.

Patrick took a long drink from the bottle and then launched it at the person hiding outside the window, smashing the person in the head which forced the person to stumble backwards and fall over the railing. Patrick charged towards the door and a moment after it swung open he speared the lead man and took him into the man behind him, then let go and smashed the guy with an uppercut, knocking him cold. the second man still a bit stunned looked up just as Patrick was connecting with his head with a flying roundhouse which sent the man over the railing and falling down to the first floor.

A sudden sting hit him in the back, just above his right kidney. He turned around quite angry. He was hit again by the disruptor, this time hitting his shoulder. "That hurts" he said as he walked to the dorrway and grabbed the thug by the throat and picked him up in the air, choking the life out of him. Grabbing the disruptor from the thug he turned it on the man, "see if you like it" and fired. The proximity of the disruptor allowed the blast to pass through him and he was dead instantly. He dropped the thug and looked around.

"I know I got another bottle of the good stuff around here." he walked around seeking out his beverage. Looking at the edge of the bed, he saw the bottle. He picked it up, only to find it empty. "Damn the luck."

He heard a groan coming from behind him and he looked to see the one he had uppercut trying to get up and collect himself. Patrick walked over to him, grabbed him and slammed him against the wall. "You cost me my last bottle of good booze, and gave me a reason to be upset besides the one I had, which just pisses me off more. Now you are going to tell me who sent you and why now or I am going to literally tear you limb from limb, starting with your genitals."

"We are here for a Vulcan female." he said quickly.

"Who is we?"

"The Orion Syndicate."

Patrick had heard enough. He punched the thug several times in the face, knocking him cold. he walked back to the room to locate his communicator, only to find that the signal was being jammed. This was only the first wave. Suddenly a very evil smile came over his face. It was time to hunt the hunters.

 

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