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Re: Escape Of The Apache
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[ Samala | Hawk-class Runabout | Asteroid Field | Bacury System ]

Samala had watched as her brother had kept himself busy. She had sat next to the access panel to the cloaking device and watched as he serviced every disruptor, counted the photon torpedoes cleaned the ship and cooked meals for both her and himself. When he had asked her if she wanted him to clean her own weapons, she had snapped at him, telling him she was busy and to leave her alone.

In hindsight, Samala knew that he didn't deserve that reaction from her. He was in probably as much pain as she was. He had lost his father as well as a woman he had come to consider a 2nd mother. She could have peeked, if she had wanted too. But that would mean she would have to open herself up and that she didn't want to do.

So she fiddled. The cloak itself only really needed a few hours to fix but she had managed to stretch that out into almost 36 hours. She had stopped to rest in that time but hadn't really slept as she was awoken by nightmares of her parents dying in front of her. She hadn't known if she had screamed in her sleep and her brother hadn't said anything; respecting her wishes to be left alone.

But eventually, she cracked. She had seen her brother staring at the entrance to the hold, watching her and realised that he probably had nothing else to do. Wondering what that left him with, Samala sobbed uncontrollably as her minder wandered back to what the two of them had lost.

She had heard her brother pad across the deck to where she sat but only reacted after he had laid a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and hugged him for all she was worth. And her brother, he returned her hug.
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Re: Escape Of The Apache
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[ Tesserarius Lorad & Samala | Hawk-class Runabout | Asteroid Field | Bacury System ] 
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"What do we do now?" Samala asked quietly from with her brother's arms. Neither of them had said a word in several minutes as they hugged, foregoing words to seek as much solace as possible from their sibling.

"I don't know," Lorad responded after a moment. "Everything is different now."

"I want to kill something," Samala declared adamantly.

"But we can't," Lorad responded. "We're one ship and two people surrounded by Romulan space. We have no known safe-haven and no way to locate one. There is only one place that we know of that could harbour us."

"The Klingons," Samala reasoned, her emotions simmering.

"The Klingons," Lorad confirmed as he released his sister and stepped back so he could look down at her. "But you know as well as I do how far away they are. It's a long, unsafe journey and there is just the two of us and this ship. We'll have to rely on each other."

"So no more 'not talking to anyone' events?" Samala asked somewhat rhetorically.

"Not if we can help it," Lorad responded, smiling softly. "I know it hurts Samala, and I wish I could say that it would get better and hurt less."

"But it doesn't" Samala interjected.

"No, it doesn't," Lorad confirmed. "But it does get easier to deal with."

"I hope so," Samala practically whispered.

"Trust me," Lorad proclaimed firmly. "Now, about that cloak."
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[ Tesserarius Lorad & Samala | Hawk-class Runabout | Asteroid Field | Bacury System ]  
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Escape Day 1 - Mid-Afternoon

"I'm done," Samala declared as she straightened up from her previous position leaning into the access panel for the cloaking device. "The cloak should work now."

"Should work sister?" Lorad asked carefully from where he sat nearby, leaning on a crate. "You realise that if it doesn't work, we'll be seen by everyone."

"Well unless you want to go outside and have a look, brother," Samala retorted, gazing at Lorad. "Should, is the best you are going to get."

"Do we have a suit for me to go and check?" Lorad deadpanned. The look he was giving his sister caused her to chuckle, helping to relieve some of the stress she was under.

"No, we don't," she responded after a moment. "All the systems' checks and diagnostics tell me that the cloak is functioning at 100%. So short of going outside and looking at the cloak, we have established is not something that either of us can do, the cloak is working."

"So, we have a functioning cloak, a full complement of weapons and ordnance but only enough supplies for 12 days for the both of us," Lorad listed. "Our top speed is?"

"Warp 6 nominal," Samala answered instantly. "Warp 7 if I push the drive to its limit. But we could only do that for maybe 10 hours. Why?"

"We'll have to resupply somewhere than," Lorad pointed out. "We don't have enough to get to Klingon space safely. Even with rationing."

"Do you know where we can get supplies from?" Samala asked.

"I do," Lorad confirmed slowly. "There are two places. But neither of them is a good option for us."
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[ Tesserarius Lorad & Samala  | Hawk-class Runabout | Atmosphere | Bacury III ] 
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Escape Day 1 - Mid-Afternoon

"Well, we can forget about our first option for resupply," Samala declared as she looked at the sensor readings that were showing on one of her screens.

"It was a long shot anyway, though a safer one," Lorad pointed out as she looked at the same screen. Approximately 10km below them, a platoon of Romulan soldiers was pouring into the main entrance tunnel of what had once been a secondary supply cache and watch bunker. Its usefulness as a base had decreased as the main installation had expanded but it had been maintained as a supply cache and training waypoint. "Time to go," Lorad announced as he sat down at the engineering station.

"Not yet," Samala countered as she brought the Hawk around. 

"Samala, what are you doing?" Lorad asked his sister.

"Giving them what they deserve," Samala replied icily as she lined up the ship with the entrance tunnel of the base below. Before her brother could react, she began accelerating towards bunker. When she got within 3 kms, she decloaked, shunting the energy from the cloak to the main disruptor cannon and once it was charged a moment later, fired several full power pulses. She watched as those pulses impacted the area around the base, one of them even entering the tunnel to bathe the interior in fire, before powering down the cannon and recloaking. As they sped away, Samala turned to look at her brother. "Worth it."

"Perhaps," Lorad grumbled, understanding Samala's actions. "How long to get there?"

"At warp 5, 4 days," Samala answered, already laying in the course.
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Escape Day 4 - Morning

"Keep your guard up," Lorad directed as he struck out at his sister again. They had been sparring for half an hour already and just as had happened in each of their prior sessions, Samala's mind was beginning to wander. As her attention waned, her guard dropped and Lorad took advantage of it; after warning her of course. This time would be no different.

"My guard is up," Samala proclaimed as she lunged forward, her knife blade leading. But Lorad was prepared for such an emotional attack and sidestepped while bringing his own knife around, aiming for a rear neck slice. But Samala refused to cooperate, rolling around Lorad further and stabbing upwards. Lorad was forced to continue his turn and change his strike into a block to defend himself. He succeeded but it was a close thing as Samala straightened and stepped back. "I almost had you that time brother."

Lorad said nothing, instead stepping forward and, with his right leg outstretched, dropped into a sweeping kick. Samala's reaction, given her lacklustre attention, was predictable as she jumped into the air to avoid the attack. And that was when Lorad struck true. Pushing off the deck with his sweeping leg, Lorad flung himself around completely, his right arm coming up to lash out at his still airborne sister. He could had struck her with his full strength but the Reman wanted to educate his sibling, not hurt her. Instead, he shoved her hard enough to send her flying across the room, impacting the deck and sliding some more until her momentum bled away. Samala lay still, catching her breath as her brother walked over and held out his hand for her.

"Almost is not enough," Lorad said simply, his point made.

"Yeah yeah," Samala intoned, accepting her brother's hand before he pulled her to her feet.
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[ Samala & Tesserarius Lorad | Hawk-class Runabout | At Warp ]
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Escape Day 4 - Noon

"So how close was I?" Samala asked after swallowing her mouthful. They had sparred for another half an hour before stopping. Now, after each had showered, they were sitting down to enjoy lunch. With the ship at warp and only the two of them about, they had had to find someway to pass the time. Naturally, they chose to fight.

"You were closer than you have been in a long time," Lorad replied, stopping his eating to consider his answer carefully. "But you still reacted emotionally. Emotions in combat will get you killed."

"So, I am supposed to be some kind of unemotional Borg drone then and care nothing for those around me?" Samala challenged.

"You know what I meant Samala," Lorad chastised. "It is one of the first lessons our father would have taught you," Lorad reminded his sister. "No matter what you are feeling in your heart, fear, anger, frustration, none of that wins fights. It fuels them, and the fighters in them but it is your head that wins fights. Use your emotions to make you stronger, faster, more resilient but always stay in control. You are the centre of the storm that rages around you. But you are serene."
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Escape Day 4 - Afternoon

"4 days. 4 days since the Romulans came. 4 days since the attack. 4 days since they died," Samala thought to herself as she stared at the bulkhead above her as she lay on her bunk. "Feels like an instant and forever all at the same time."

She had needed some time to think. About what her brother had said to her. About the past and all the events in it. And what the future might hold for her. They'd reach their second resupply option early the next morning and Samala knew, if only by the place's reputation, that it would not be an easy place to visit. There was a reason they had always sent at least a dozen Remans when they had had to come here.

Now it was just her and her brother. They would have to do things differently. They could leave the ship hidden somewhere, and use the transporters to get in and out. And some long-hooded cloaks would help to conceal their identities. But there were still so many things that could go wrong.

Leaning to the side, Samala reached out and drew her knife from its sheath on her gun belt. Custom made, she held it up above her and stared at the deadly curves of the blade.

"If all else fails," she whispered softly. "This never has."
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