<USS Atlantis> "Darkened Veins"
- From: "Brad Ruder" <GroundZero@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: ussatlantis@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 15:43:34 -0800
?Darkened Veins?
by Marine Captain Adam
Drake
Special Guest:
Ensign Fabrizio
AxelrodThings were different.
An aura
of darkness, dread, and loathing had descended upon the prominent
station. The lit corridors, bustling promenade, and the powerful
deck of operations had all been reduced to lifeless corpses. People
walked in silence, fearing talking to anyone, only necessary objects
were used, and the only thing that anyone really cared to hold and
handle was a phaser compression rifle.
The scope was angled
down the corridor; two men walked in silence behind Admiral Sankoh,
with the sole purpose of retaking what was rightfully theirs.
Defending their home, their people, and sending whatever Romulan
scourge had infested their station home in body bags was the only
thing on their mind.
Ensign Fabrizio Axelrod was new to the
station. His dark complexion and intense _expression_ was
intimidating. Sitting in the cockpit of a fighter, whizzing amongst
the stars and obliterating the opponent was exactly where most people
would see him being. Not with a hydrospanner lodged carefully in his
grasp while underneath a circuit control panel or replacing used
bio-neural gel packs.
Adam Drake walked silently next to him.
The rays of light barely penetrating the cloak of blackness just
meters ahead. Every corner brought a new surprise, but the phaser
rifle in his hand would offer adequate protection. He admired
Axelrod?s behavior, composure, and sense of duty. A man of his
stature would have fit comfortably in the ranks of the Starfleet
Marine Corps, but other callings had beckoned him away.
Now,
with a seasoned veteran and a bright new beginner offering a part in
a resistance that was bent on retaking Starbase Alexandria, the real
work would begin. The Atlantis would be flown into the spaceport for
a power transfer and seizing the main computer back from the
green-faced assassins.
?Game faces on, Ensign.? Drake looked
over cautiously.
Axelrod smiled, ?It?s always on, Captain.?
Another sweeping light arc radiated from the nozzle of the phaser
rifle that was clenched in the death grip Axelrod?s intensity had
supplied.
?To Atlantis.?
Axelrod nodded, and they
prowled on.
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