Lt. JG. Cynan Mandrake. Location: Somewhere in the Galaxy. Time: After "Troubles Ahead" (Andy). Subject: Getting A-Head. [Snip from "Troubles Ahead" (Andy)] And at that moment, light years away, Kieran Darkwater was observing the subject of Sayer's and Santos's conversation. He had been watching and following for days, waiting for a chance to get Mandrake alone. He watched as the leader of Mandrake's "cell" met up with leaders from another cell. Mandrake was dismissed to guard the front while the meeting took place. Darkwater ran, head low, toward Mandrake. [/Snip] Darkwater had not taken the hint, and instead of heeding the warning shot days ago, had been following Mandrake closely, trying to figure out what in blazes was going on. What was Mandrake doing on a remote Vulcan moon? And stealing rare artifacts? And then firing a shot at him (Kieran)! He needed answers, and he needed them now. A meeting between the two cells was underway and Mandrake had been left to guard the surroundings from any intruders that stumbled where they shouldn't. Darkwater approached from the east, keeping low and undercover - Mandrake was totally unaware (perhaps if he'd been paying attention, rather then plotting his rise to power, he would have heard Kieran sneak up from behind). Grabbing Mandrake and pushing him up against a wall, Darkwater proceeded to ask just what the hell was going on. Kieran: "What the hells going on, Cynan!? You shot at me the other day, damn near took my head off!" Cynan: "Evidently you lived.", Mandrakes tone was dry. Darkwater's thoughts were also not really on the moment at hand, as he wasn't just holding any old scum to the wall. His grip was loser then it should, and Mandrake was soon able to dig his elbow deep into Darkwater's side, causing the grip to loosen even more grip and allowing Mandrake to spin around and gain the advantage. Cynan: "You should have stayed away." With a shimming of light and sound made from metal scraping rock, Mandrake pulled out his katana [as if by magic eh, heh] and held it up to Darkwater's throat. The blade slowly rose up along Darkwater's skin, forcing him to lift up his head as far as it would go and ultimately, giving him one of the closest shaves he'd ever had. Cynan: "This isn't the Event Horizon, or the Holodeck and it most certainly isn't a game. I'm sorry, but you really should have stayed away. Now turn arou." Kieran: "Cya." Cynan: "TURN AROUND!" Darkwater slowly turned, the blade almost cutting into his neck. Kieran: "You don't have to do this Cynan. It's not too late." *whack* Mandrake took the butt of the katana and hit Darkwater over the back of his head. Cynan: "Its was always too late, my friend. You just never knew it." Looking down at Darkwater's unconscious body on the floor, Mandrake rose up his sword ready to strike. Cell Leader: "Cynan! Come!" The Pitt Contract was still keeping him low down in their ranks and there was nothing worse then taking orders from a man more incompetent then yourself - he hated it. The only real way of succession in the gang was by execution - a bit like in the mirror universe. It was a cruel and merciless path that had been laid before him, but one that Mandrake had chosen to take a long time ago, before the gang, before the Vanguard and before the Astoria and so it was with very little thought that he did what he did next. *chop* A blow to his cell leaders head, and he was down. The others each passed a glance to each other, and then to Mandrake bowing their heads slightly to show approval. There was a new sheriff [or should I say villain] in town, and his name, was Mandrake. [To Be Continued...] -- Cynan/Mark. -- AIM: CynanKuhn, MSN: kuhnahn@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, ICQ: 31282781, Yahoo: kuhnahn. -- Web: www.netrinity.co.uk ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************