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Love Conquers All

Posted on Mon May 31st, 2021 @ 10:07am by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor

Mission: Shore Leave
Location: Various
Timeline: Current

[[Feyd’s Quarters]]

Feyd awoke to the sound of a message notification in his quarters. “Computer, read message,” he said, groggily.

A voice he didn’t recognize filled his room, modulated electronically. “We have her. If you ever want to see her again, bring the package to the location marked on the PADD. Come alone and unarmed, or she dies.”

He was awake now, no doubt about it. “Computer, contact security.” He said, but there was no response. He cursed and grabbed his stashed phaser, then strapped an old school combat knife to his thigh.

“Help me! Help Feyd!” He heard Natasha’s voice calling as he made his way to the transporter room.

He initiated the transport and appeared somewhere in the bowels of the Starbase. Clearly this area was not maintained as well as the upper decks. Flickering lights cast the whole area in a sinister light, shadows lurking just out of sight. Gritting his teeth, he headed forward.

He was immediately accosted by a pair of men, no doubt hoping they could just take ‘the package’, whatever that was, and get rid of the evidence that was their hostage. That wasn’t happening.

Feyd didn’t even blink as he side stepped the first attacker, brought his hidden phaser up and blasted the bastard in the temple. His head essentially exploded, and his corpse dropped like a bag of Rigelian turnips to the deck. The doctor spun, his combat knife coming up and ripping the throat open of the second man.

Alarm klaxons sounded, a ruddy, blood colored light filling the corridor. The light made the blood spatters look like pools of black instead of red. He heard a woman’s scream from up ahead and moved forward with abandon.

Two more men jumped out of the shadows, Feyd put a phaser sized hole through the chest of the first, but the second managed to get a hand on his knife. He head butted him, staggering him back, and the knife slammed into his chest, the doctor’s aim for the heart extremely precise.

Feyd entered the room, finding Natasha bound to a chair. She was fairly scantly clad, all things considered. Her uniform was in tatters, what was left of it leaving very little to the imagination. He went to her, and she looked up at him with eyes full of fear, the gag in her mouth preventing her from shouting out a warning.

He felt the wind explode out of him as something heavy hit him from behind, knocking him to the deck. His knife went spinning into the darkness, and his phaser clattered uselessly to the deck as large hands wrapped around his throat. Natasha screamed uselessly into the gag as he felt his head start to swim.

“Thought you would just come in here and take her, did you?” His assailant growled. “Kill my men and play the hero. Love conquers all and all that bullshit, right?”

Feyd could see the lights of the room start to narrow as his brain was starved of oxygen.
“You’re no hero, you’re a killer.”

Feyd’s eyes snapped open. “You’re right.” He said, impossibly, and grabbed the man’s hands, pulling them apart. With adrenaline infused strength, he shoved the man off of him, spun around so that he was the one on top, then dug a thumb into his eye while his other hand closed around his neck. Within a few moments, his body went limp.

Feyd rose slowly, and looked at Natasha. Her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She loved him, he was sure of it. He had earned her admiration. He freed her bonds, and she practically flowed into his arms, the tattered remains of her uniform falling away so that she was completely naked.

“I love you,” she said breathlessly, nothing but love in her eyes. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I would do anything for you.” He said, and meant it.

Feyd awoke in his quarters, sweat drenching his bedsheets, his heart hammering in his chest. He wiped the sleep from his eyes and rose, the emptiness seeming to close in on him. “Computer, what’s the time.”

“It is 0700 hours.” Feyd groaned. Not enough time to go back to sleep. Nothing to do but start the day. He dressed and showered, his thoughts lingering on his dream, and headed for Sickbay, another day of torture ahead of him.


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