by Aer-ki Jyr
“Fucker…” she said, grabbing it telekinetically and pulling it into the air where she went feral on it with the death saber, requiring dozens of slashes before it was cut into pieces that didn’t try to reform themselves as they did the first few times.
Kara didn’t stop there. She kept cutting, making sure the damn thing was dead, then dropped to the ground next to it as she shrugged off the pack again and stood on her knees and one arm while the other dripped blood with the stump hanging from her still numb shoulder.
She kept an eye on the fragments, but they didn’t move. Her head did, swirling in more than just stun effect, and in less than a minute her mind cleared and she was fully able to see just what the Zak’de’ron had done to her.
“You fucking bastards…you fucking bastards!” she yelled, recognizing the suppression effect now that it had lifted.
Kara stood up and dragged herself to the comm, punching it with her good hand as her head hurt…a lot, and she knew her injury would be soon to follow once the numbing wore off.
“Captain, I need a security containment team in my quarters now! I also have a severed arm and need a medtech here. Don’t ask questions, just get a toxic containment unit. We have alien tech that is a threat, and I’m not sure I completely killed it. Contain it, and get me to a med bay before I bleed out.”
“On route,” the Captain said, not wasting any time despite his not understanding.
Kara flicked off the comm and sat down on her comm chair, staring at the remains of the Vorch’nas as an ache in her arm began to manifest. It would be getting a lot worse, so she knew not to go roaming around the ship. Let the medtechs come to her, and she had one last duty to make sure the Vorch’nas didn’t ensnare anyone else.
“I’m an Archon,” she said, looking at the remains of the Zak’de’ron tech, “not your damn tool. And neither is Paul. If we win and annex the V’kit’no’sat, we’ll do it our way. The Star Force way.”
“And if we have to fight you bastards someday, so be it. I’ll be at the head of the waiting line.”
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