The Pirate's Son Part III - Final

Posted on 241708.06 @ 4:57am by Rear Admiral Sidra MacLaren

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: Cold Station Theta
Timeline: 241708.05

~~Cold Station Theta - Present Day ~~

A’rik’s hands were entwined behind his head, his eyes open to the black ceiling above him not far above where he lay on a top bunk, but he wasn’t seeing anything in that room. The bay was filled with a row of bunkbeds and the noises of various men in different states of sleep and relaxation, he wasn’t hearing them.

It was early morning, his shift was starting soon, but he hadn’t slept at all that night. His work was tedious and didn’t require much of his attention, it was just mindless physical labor. The day before A’rik had spent working in a large command office, placing materials for the builders. Not just a command office, her office, after he realized where he was, even though his work was mindless, his progress slowed down. If he did what he needed to do was complete, she would never even use that office.

A’rik inhaled deeply, a wry smirk spread across his lips. Maybe this would send a message to Starfleet, one they had been trying to send verbally and were ignored. For him, this was revenge for his father and his mother, but he knew there were a lot of people that would appreciate his actions. He was patient enough to wait for the right time, almost daily he saw the small raven haired woman since he was moved to the crew working on the command deck. He would wait for the right moment, she’d seen her, but he hadn’t been close yet. Starfleet security was nearby at all times, but they were pretty bored crewmen and often their focus was not on the construction crew that was just doing their job. A’rik knew the right moment would come, he’d be patient and he’d wait, but every day he was getting more excited to finish this job.

Hours later, he was sitting on a pallet of material in a cargobay, waiting for word that it needed to be moved up to the deck. He pulled out of his work boot a shaft that he’d made from a bulkhead piece. It was simple, shaped from a laser torch, the long thin blade was not very sharp, it would not make a nice clean cut. The hulk of metal would slide into her, the ragged edges grabbing and tearing her flesh along the way. He smiled at it and slipped it back into his boot, feeling it press against his leg, ready to be pulled.

“Hey! A’rik, get that pallet up there, they are ready for it.” One of his workmates called out. The boy smiled and jumped off the pallet, getting the antigrav jack in position to pick it up and start floating it across the deck to the large cargo lift. “On my way Jax.”

The boy strode along, pushing the materials through the crowds as he went to the lift, each step feeling the hard metal against the inside of his boot, chaffing his leg. He slid the pallet out of the lift and moved around the various piles of tools and materials, nodding at some people he was friendly with on the crew. He pushed it to the door of what should have been her office, and froze. His feet planted in place so quickly the pallet continued to move forward, jerking his arms forward until he woke from his distraction. The raven haired woman was there, her office was near complete and she was no doubt checking out her new throne room.

A’rik was suddenly nervous, but smirked at his colleague who chuckled softly as his loss of control of the pallet. There were two builders in the room, working still, he moved to grab the first section of material to bring to them in the office. He carried the box, but he watched her, his heart racing and he could feel sweat start to bead at his forehead. She moved around the outside windows, looking out at the docking rings.

The moment was here, he knew it and yet for a moment he hesitated. The boy put his box down, bending at the knees to put it on the floor, but his eyes stayed on her. The box hit the floor and he exhaled slowly with it, inhaling again, his large hand moving to his boot, his fingers closing around the skin warmed metal. In a fluid motion the young pup sprung up from the floor, and in two long, fast strides he was there just as she spun around. He grinned at her, teeth pointed and bright white, a furrow across his ridged brow.

His fingers were wrapped so tight around the shaft of his blade that it dug into him painfully. A’rik grabbed the small woman’s shoulder, his paw holding her in place as he pulled back the arm with the shaft. He didn’t say a word, just stared into her bright blue eyes, seeing the surprise and a touch of fear there. The entirety of the scene only took a few moments, but she started to struggle against his grip and A’rik, putting all his rage, hate, and the love he held for his lost parents into his arm, he thrust the shaft into her.

The blade, powered by his grief and rage broke through a rib, only slowing for a moment before sliding into a dense tissue, an organ was shredded from the rough blade. She tried to scream, but the air had escaped her lungs. He held her up, held her still with his large hand and watched the fear and pain in her eyes. A’rik’s hand was now warm and slick and his grip slipped a little on the unhandled blade, but he tightened around it and pulled the blade out again, making another sickening plunge into her before his crewmates cried out in surprise, jumping up to aid her.

A’rik let her go and she folded onto the floor in a heap, her side gushing with deep red blood. He looked at the men coming towards him, they were going to jump on him. His plan to get off station went through his mind, but the young man knew it wasn’t feasible. He wasn’t an idiot, though they had told him he’d be fine, there would be a place to hide, told him how to slip off the of station. The pirate’s son knew that wasn’t going to happen. He looked down at the blood slickened blade in his hand and up at the construction workers coming at him, a quick glance at Fleet Admiral Blyx Red on the floor. A’rik had avenged his parents and now their story would be told.

A peace came over him and he smirked at the men coming at him, ignoring the labored breathing of the woman at his feet. A’rik lifted the blade to his neck and quickly inserted it just as hard as he had into her. His body took only a moment to react to his jugular being ripped open and A’rik crashed to the deck. Blood gushed from the wound a dark pool forming on the fresh laid floor. His eyes wide and hand still wrapped around the shaft as he collapsed and life drained from him before anyone had the chance to stop the bleeding.

A’rik S’rung
The Pirate's Son