<USS Avalon> Re: Lessons Relearned

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From: Rowanna Darkwolf <rowannadarkwolf@xxxxxxxxx>
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Subject: <USS Avalon> Lessons Relearned















T’Leara heard footsteps behind her, but chose not to turn around, preferring 
instead to remain engrossed in the work she’d nearly finished.


 


That was her first mistake.


 


Before she could so much as blink, she found herself slammed head-first into 
the wall and pinned there. 


 


"Did you really think we’d believe the Major guessed all that about the 
weapons?" a voice growled behind her. "No way. Somebody told him."


 


"Someone’s been talking out of school again," A second voice growled after 
sealing the lab so they wouldn’t be interrupted. "Forgot her lessons. Taggert 
wouldn’t like that." 


 


"Think she needs a refresher." The first voice agreed. With an ugly sounding 
snicker he added, "Let the lessons begin."


 


She gasped as the first blow fell, a kidney punch hard enough to deprive her of 
air. "You’d think a Vulcan would be easier to teach." Another blow fell, and 
her hair was unbound and yanked hard as the men behind her used it to force her 
to the floor and hold her there. "I think maybe we need to try some new 
techniques."


 


"Be a good student," the second whispered in her ear, "And we won’t rep
ort what you’ve done. See how good we are to you. You don’t report us…" he 
leered as his eyes slowly took in every inch of her. "And we won’t report you. 
Fair, right? You might want to take us up on it. I doubt Taggert’s marksmen 
would miss a second time."


 


An hour later, after they’d long since gone, bruised and battered, she at last 
emerged from her lab. Thick ebony hair, left unbound, flowed around her like a 
cloak, obscuring the blood and bruises from view. Staggering slowly to her 
quarters, ignoring the spatterings of emerald blood left on the deck in her 
wake, she silently entered and locked the door behind her. There, alone in her 
small set of rooms, she allowed the tears to fall. 


 


The cause was sufficient.

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