Blood Bond

Posted on Apr 08, 2015 @ 12:16pm by Thomas Varn
Edited on on Apr 08, 2015 @ 12:16pm

Mission: Limbo

"Blood Bond"

(Continued from "The Beginning Of The End")
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Location: Limbo
Scene: The Atria
Stardate: [2.14]0406.1404
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The crowd had grown substantially since he had followed Solomon towards the pits. It was about the time that he reached into his coat for a tricorder that Thomas realized that he had forgotten to grab one and was unarmed and without a communicator due to being on inactive status. Looking around his eyes slowly swirled to purple hues as his anxiety began to increase.

He scanned the faces in the mass of bodies that pushed their way to and from various areas. It was like a maze filled to the brim with everyone knowing the way out but Thomas. Slowly he began to walk being swept into the current of those walking in his direction. As he moved he hoped to at least catch a glimpse of Solomon or Montoya so he could see why she was appearing to apologize.

It was about that time that a scream could be heard emitting from an alleyway causing one or two heads to turn and then resume their normal routines. It wasn't the scream that peaked Thomas' curiosity to enter the alley, but the reaction from the couple that was leaving it.

"Can you believe it? Allowing himself to appear like that it was disgusting," a very well dressed and young woman stated clutching to her ferengi escort.

The ferengi sneered and looked at her with more list than concern, "I know my dear people hoo-mans males are bad enough but I had hope for the trill race until now."

Their expressions were of disgust and shock as if a trill had been sitting there openly exposing himself for the world to see. Thomas quickened his step hoping Solomon had not been mugged and that it was someone else all together. There was no crowd, no one there mourning or saying a prayer when Thomas arrived, only rats and other vermin looking to begin or continuing the meal they had started. It took and moment for Thomas' mind to place it all together but the seeing pain from the truth burned into his mind the image before him.

No words were spoken, no motions were made, until Solomons head slightly jerked as something pulled at his flesh. Thomas moved in quickly reaching down and snatching up what could only be described as ands cross between a rat, Klingon targ, and cat. It's screams didn't seem together phase any of the other vermin as Thomas hand clasped down crushing it in his grip. As he tossed it aside the others hiding in vents and ducts quickly scurried out attacking feeding. The next moments were aside blurred to Thomas as he kicked, stomped, and crushed all that he could catch ignoring the bites and scratches coming along with the acts.

Breathing heavily his eyes turned toward the sound of crowds gathering and growing cheer. He knew he had to get to the arena and inform someone of what was happening.

"The device," he shouted turning looking Solomon over only to find nothing, "it's gone but how? Who?"

Looking back as the noise of the crowd grows Thomas shook his head as flashes of being separated from Solomon appeared. As he relived the moment in his mind the purple hues slowly faded to red in his eyes when the realization of what Montoya meant took hold. Turning back to Solomon, Thomas removed his coat, slowly wrapping him hoping it would prevent anymore buffet attempts by whatever would find Solomon before he could get assistance. Taking the straps from his back that hold his wings in place he wrapped them around Solomons body to hold the wrappings together.

Breathing deeply he placed his hand, now like his coat and face stained with a mixture of Solomon's and vermin blood, upon the wrapped shell before slowly standing to his feet. Looking around before walking away he paused noticing his reflection. Turning his head slowly back to the noise of the crowd he began walking, "...Montoya."

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NRPG: Not really much but at least someone knows where Solomon is and Thomas is mad and uncoated for the moment.

Justin K. Owens
Lt. Cmdr. Thomas Varn
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