OFF: Ah, the famous logic of a Vulcan, I love it.

*Enters with Balkazar and two other prisoners.*

*He stands in the entrance as a lieutenant presently on duty in the brig prepares the three cells. She is given a troubling glare as Vakin stands dead silent, watching her every move. A devious sneer manifests on his face as he catches the woman's eye, chuckling to himself as she shys away. Balkazar jostles the spy in the direction of his designated cell, pointing in the same direction with a stern look. With a snort, he slowly proceeds to the cell and sets his stout form to rest on the uncushioned bed.*

(Edited by Vakin at 9:22 pm on July 26, 2004)

OFF: Wow, even as Balkazar you manage to do EVERYTHING. Well it doesn't work when you defy physics.

*grumbles at the man.*

"I will do no such thing. I'll not lower myself to doing that infront of you! Lowly being you are, you and your people have no idea what you're in for. They'll come for me, and when they do, they won't be happy."

*Vakin grows impatient as he sits in his cell. At first he squirms slightly, keeping focused on his purpose, but his act serves him no avail.*

"Guard! Guard! I need to use the relieving facilities!"

*Vakin stands and knocks at the cell's force field.*

"Guard!"

OFF: I had to read the 76 pages quickly, so forgive me if I missed something...and I'm not entirely sure if you wanted him to deny it, or plead guilty...I'll edit my post if need be.

*Stares emotionlessly at the man.*

"With all due respect, ADMIRAL, you obviously don't see the consequences of causing my failure. You'll soon find yourself regretting ever meeting me. I did my job; enough said. Just as this man beside me is doing his. I won't deny or admit to any of the charges here today."

*Me levels a gaze with the Captain Skon. His words are laced with a hint of amusement.*

"As for your precious Captain...He seems to be the only one this court can justly trial."

OFF: Skon, if you haven't, check your messages.

*In one quick motion, Vakin snatches the phaser off Skon's belt and clenches to the nearby woman. Holding tightly to her lustrous hair, he aims the set-to-kill phaser to her back.*

"Nobody move, or your little doll here gets it!"

*Vakin gives Skon a look of mockery as he slowly backs out of the center exit. Still walking slowly as he backs into the halls...*

"Anybody follows, she dies!"

*With that he sprints off, the woman close behind him as he has a handful of her hair.*

OFF: I'm too lazy to post as love too...so basically: OOh...ahhh...someone help me....damsel in distress....sniffle...fart....

OFF2: Toaster is doing it again.

OFF: Excuse me for any errors, I'm extremely tired.

*Vakin is escorted into the courtroom by two security guards. He's cuffed and looks not to be in the best of moods. They seat him at a table before the judge.*

"Firstly, Montrell, may I request my cuffs be removed? I find them quite unagreeable."

*Unbeknowest to the others, he contemplates.*

"I have my escape plotted; need not trouble your little mind, Vulcan. You will allow me to leave...or sadly, Miss Love will suffer a sudden...mental breakdown..."

Vakin sneers as he whimpers, wiping a non-existent tear from his cheek, then booming with laughter at his own pathetic pun. He holds the VIAL! (Skon, I acually missed a typo, can you believe it? Pfft! My mind is going to mush) in a taunting manner.

"I await your answer, Skon."

OFF: No, the point is to keep the Vulcan honor, despite the nagging of your officers, and let him leave in the ship. There was no part saying you can't follow him in the runabout. But ultimately, he will escape.

Vakin slowly strides towards Skon, vial in hand, as familiar mechanical sounds are made by shuttle bay doors opening. With a half chuckle, he slaps the antidote into Skon's extended hand. Then backs away slowly.

"Leave. Now."

Vakin puts up his hands in surrender and hastily makes for the runabout. He boards it and takes seat at the primary helm console. Punching in commands, thrusters are engaged and the Runabout shoots out of the large opening. It remains in sight until it submerges into the pastel nebula.

OFF: bye-bye.

"Oh! Skon! How pleasant to see you. I must thank you for my ticket out of here...see, it was you who harbored the poison I've recently injected into our lovely Miss Love."

*Vakin holds up a fragile vile.*

"The only chemical means of repairing her mind for lightyears, Skon. The chemical is exposed to the atmosphere we breathe, and it's molecular composition changes, becoming useless...I imagine your men have taken the bridge by now, they've discovered Love, unconscious. Here's the terms, I will give you the antidote for my free passage out of here."

OFF: Like the ID?

OFF: Loss of words...interesting assumption. Yet I'll retain my restraint.

And yes, I thought poison was a better choice...I don't believe Loxians are fans of blowing people to bits, rather keeping the body nice for mourners (can't have an open coffin if they have to be scraped off of the walls like gum under a desk.)

Vakin, in a hasty, yet controlled manner, plainly walks before the security guards near his desired runabout. He holds the antidote pressed against his bare arm.

"You'd be well advised to get out of my way, gentlemen, unless you desire Miss Love to be lost to you. I'm sure your superior officers wouldn't be too happy with that..."

*He smirks slightly*

OFF: I thought I had posted, but I didn't check to see if it went through (seems the password is different for this division)

Ok...

"That's quite the enticing offer, Skon, but it won't fool me!"

With that he takes a handful of hair and holds the pistol to her neck.

"Move towards the door; and I'd highly suggest you order the others to leave..."

*He smirks and bends over, inhaling the girl's sweet aroma.*

"Would be such an ill fate for such a beautiful woman, don't you agree, Captain?"

OFF: He has manifested in a happy place. Enough said.

OFF: *grumbles* It's always changing something with you! And knocked unconcious? perhaps simply immobilized?

Vakin boards the small ship, charting a course through the Nebula as the countdown continues. He engages shields and charges weapons, but is quite perplexed when the countdown's cancellation is announced. In a fit of fury he grabs his rifle, lowers the shields, and steps out from the runabout.

"I'm going to kill that annoying woman, I swear it! How dare she interfere with my master plan?!"

As he thinks to himself in rage, he starts out of the hanger. A phaser is fired and hits the ground near his feet, a warning shot.

Rasmain: "Go no further, Vakin!" He holds a phaser centered on him.

"You!"

Suddenly, the Rivendell (which I believe is whole!) fires on the ship's newly repaired (which Morrow is going to be pissed about) engines. The vessel trembles, causing the men to be thrown off balance. Vakin recovers first and fires his rifle quite accurately, wounding Rasmain in his left knee. He darts off towards the bridge!

"How is it possible that he's here? Perhaps they've managed to come aboard? No, no. This will be a flawless escape!"

He enters the bridge. Love is yet bound to the chair, her countenance that of hope as she spins to see who it is, which hastily subsides as she sees Vakin.

Love: "Oh, you. Superb."

"Change of plans, my dearest!"

He feels his side pockets for his knife, only remembering he had come from court and had but his gun.

"Seems I have nothing to release you with, M'dear."

He takes a seat next to her. Tapping away at the console, he begins to look frustrated.

"I cannot reactivate the countdown, or lower the shields for that matter! Dammit, woman, what did you do?"