A Sunday Afternoon Drive

[Fox Smokey 0]

Smokey just tried to concentrate on moving as little as possible, glad that flying the yatch did not require much movement. The dried blood made his cheek itch, but it was necessary . His pod companion could not help but feel a little remorseful that for her plan to succeed , Fox’s face had to be mangled that badly. As she been on a well equipped starship , she could have modified his physical appearance easily, saving him the pain and probable humiliation Fox noticed her expression and leaned over to respond in the cramped escape pod, the yatch had not been designed to accomodate two passenger. "I've taken worse. Granted, it wasn't by a Klingon...female...before, but it helps me get a little credibility with Mench." Xandra nodded , mentally noting Fox’s need for approval from the Commander. “Almost sweet ..” she thought.

 

 

 

Observing Xandra through his swollen and half obstructed by dried blood eyes, Smokey was thinking that, frankly, he would have taken a beating from half a dozen Klingon women to be in a close-quartered pod with her. Somehow, in Xandra’s presence, Smokey wounds didn't seem to hurt as bad, and not because she was a medic. Fox was fully aware however of how dangerous women like Xandra could be on missions. They were a fantastic distraction, and he needed to be careful not to get caught up in it himself.

 

 

 

Thinking about K’malta punching Smokey, made Xandra very aware of the throbbing pain in her own temple. “ She really shouldn’t have done that… “The doctor thought before focusing on more pressing matters. – “ I sure hope you know what you got yourself into Fox.” She said in a tone that was meant to be light but sounded somewhat anxious. “ I sure hope indeed. Because once we’re in there , as much as I ‘d hate to admit it out loud, I become pretty much useless. Mench was right , afterall I am only a doctor.” Xandra added in her mind. Smokey, on the other hand, was very glad to be chosen for this part of the mission. He could do two things very well: Pilot, and break things - it wasn't very often on Mench's ship that he had the opportunity to do the latter; Sargh took care of most of the 'breaking'. He preferred not to think about the consequences of being recognized on the Base. Failure was simply not an option. His mind drifted to the upcoming minutes. He had visualized everything as best he could to prepare; the docking, the stumbling onto the base and being taken to Sickbay. There he would attempt to sneak out. If that didn't work, he might have to 'incapacitate' a nurse or two. Smokey certainly did not enjoy killing people, but would if absolutely necessary. Long ago he had learned how weak hesitation can make one. A sneeze from Xandra snapped him back to reality. He began to explain his plan to her. "I think I'll need you to help 'distract' an engineer or two after we're on board, if you think you're up to the challenge," he said, smirking at the last couple words. Xandra’s eyes lit up with amusement “ I ‘think’ I can manage that …..”

Edited October 13, 2009 by Fox Smokey