XO log

[Sovak 0]

Captain Sovak sat in the middle of his cell, oblivious to the events around him, or at least it appeared so to any observer who glanced his direction.  Sovak knew that after several hours of this, that the guards would become a bit more complacent where he was concerned and possibly not so quick to notice any kind of escape attempt.  True to the logic, they did not notice him when he moved to the force field that held him in the makeshift cell, and carefully tested the power of it.  His fingers stung at his tentative touch of it, but he had correctly gauged it’s strength.  It was, of course, much to strong for him to be able to force his way out, with standard force field emitter technology that would reinforce the field as more force was applied against it.  It was also built with nerve induction circuits that discouraged contact by transmitting a nasty shock to any living tissue that touched the field.  It would be quite uncomfortable to come into full contact with it, but would cause him no serious damage.

 

Knowing there was, obviously, no way out of the cell without help, he quickly formulated a plan.  It’s only flaw was that it relied on the actions, or rather, reactions, of the Romulan guards, which would be, by no means, a certainty, but it was the best logical choice of action.  

 

The moment to put the plan into action came much sooner than he thought.  The guards passed by his cell, dragging the weak form of Admiral Atragon.  Sovak used the opportunity to suddenly and surprisingly rush at the force field full on.  He had a split second to notice the guard’s eyes widen as they saw the Vulcan rushing toward them, only to be stopped by the flashing energy of the force field.  The pain, as the field repulsed him was incredible, but pain is the province of the mind and intellect, which can be controlled with careful thought and preparation, and Sovak had not been wasting his time in meditation.  The Captain was thrown back, as he knew he would be, and again, with careful control (albeit by using his formidable will to exhibit a total lack of control over his body, and thus appear unconscious) allowed himself to land in a heap without catching himself.  He lay unmoving, listening for the reaction of the guards.

 

After a quick recovery from the surprise, the guards disappointed him, by continuing their journey with the unlucky Admiral in ungracious tow.  Still hoping his plan might work, however, Sovak waited without moving.  His patience was rewarded, shortly, by the tread of footsteps returning to his cell.

 

“Hey!  You OK in there?”  With no reply the Romulan soldier mumbled to the other guard, “He’s not moving, open it up.”

 

“We’re coming in.  Don’t do anything stupid!”

 

Sovak listened carefully as the field dropped and the footsteps neared.  He was somewhat disappointed to note that the Romulans were being extra vigilant in their duties.  He distinctly heard three sets of footsteps, and logically assumed that one of them belonged to a well armed guard who was carefully keeping his distance.  Had there been only one or two of them, he could have nerve pinched one as he was being lifted from the floor, and quickly turned on the other, using the element of surprise to take him.  They may have ether anticipated his plan, or more likely were simply being cautious.  Whichever it was, he would have to wait for a more opportune moment to attack.

 

“He’s out cold.  Take him to their doctor to look at.  The Sub Commander wants this one alive, for now.”

 

Sovak found himself unceremoniously dragged to another cell where he was dumped.  The guard said something into his communicator, and in moments another pair of footsteps joined them and the voice of the Sovak’s first guard, now identified to him as logically being one of the supervisors of the unit, demanded roughly, “Treat him!”

 

Kyle Mele’s voice answered, “What have you done to him?”

 

The first voice again, “We have done nothing…yet.  For your information, he did this to himself.  He should know better than to tangle with a Romulan force barrier…  Now, treat him.  If he dies, you die.”

 

With that, Sovak heard the echoes of footsteps retreating and the sound of the barrier snapped back into place with a hum.  “I’d like to know how I’m supposed to do that without any instruments,” Kyle mumbled as Sovak felt fingers checking his pulse.  “Luckily it looks like I won’t need them… you can open your eyes now, Sovak, they are gone.”

 

“How very astute of you, Doctor,” Sovak replied as he sat up.

 

Lyle shrugged with a grin, and came to the point, “What is your plan?  We have to hurry, they have A9.”

 

Sovak nodded, “Yes, I know, but unfortunately, my plan rather involved me being on the other side of this force field at this juncture.  We shall have to see if another opportunity arises.”