Thunder and Lightning

Posted on Sun Jun 21st, 2020 @ 8:23am by Balek The Butcher [Deceased]
Edited on on Tue Jul 7th, 2020 @ 1:44pm

Mission: Into the Wild
Location: The Carnage - Debris Field

A Mission Post by Balek The Butcher
Mission: Into The Wild
Location: The Carnage - Debris Field
Timeline:
Sat Oct 14th, 2017 @ 12:40pm


Balek sat on the Bridge of his beloved Carnage, leaning far back in his skeleton throne, a plate of food resting on his bulbous stomach. He picked at the bird carcass hungrily, as if he hadn't eaten in days. In truth, the Butcher was always well-fed and fed often. He enjoyed this entire animal to himself while the rest of his crew scavenged and fought over scraps. It was better for them to be hungry, Balek reasoned, because they needed to be. Balek had already proven himself.

It was during a mouthful of food, some of which hung lazily out of his mouth as he chewed sloppily, that one of his war boys interrupted Balek's dinner with news from the hunting party.

"Sire!" Pilot Dekker cried, as he peered closely at his monitor. "The scouts have sent a message."

"Already!" Balek grinned, meat stuck in-between his teeth. He wiped his sleeve across his mouth and threw the metal plate onto the floor. With a quick lick of his fingers, the Butcher let out a satisfied belch as he slowly lifted himself upright. "They must have caught the rodents already!"

The pilot paused, reading the information over and over again. It was bad news. And bad news became deadly news when delivered to the Butcher. He stammered as he spoke, fearful that Balek would literally shoot the messenger.

"They... have... had a setback." Dekker murmured frightfully.

"What?!" Balek shouted, banging his fist on to the armrest of his throne. "Spit it out, boy, where is my kill?"

"The hunting party found a Talarian ship in the dark matter so they pursued." Dekker began, not willing to look at his captain as he spoke.

"Ah good." Balek smirked, "I always hated the Talarians. I hope they roasted the bulb headed scum."

"But there was a Starfleet shuttle there too." Dekker continued, his tone flat and remorseful. "It looks like Starfleet took the Talarians and headed back to their mothership. Two scouts were forced to go too close to the dark matter and couldn't catch them."

Balek stood as he heard the news, walking around the small Bridge with a menacing thud. He gave a groan and slammed his fist into a nearby console, which exploded with a ray of sparks at the force of his anger. Dekker meanwhile cowered behind his station, unwilling to put himself in the Butcher's firing line.

"One made it through though!" Dekker called out from his hiding spot.

The Butcher looked down at the crunched console, his hands balled into vengeful fists. He jerked his head around to look for Dekker, grunting as he realised the boy was hiding. "Say that again!"

"They made it through." Dekker repeated, as he popped his head back up again from underneath his station. "One of the ships stayed back and was able to avoid the dark matter, that ship made it through the nebula and is back in pursuit of the Federation."

"Which one?" Balek barked immediately.

Dekker strained his neck to look back up at the screen once more. He frowned as he read the results from the field report and in amazement, he answered, "The Cardassian slave's ship. Looks like he's still on the hunt."

"Good." Balek nodded, the smirk returning to the corner of his lips. "Take the Carnage as far into the nebula as we can. I want the other scouts back on the hunt as soon as possible."

"Aye sir!" Dekker replied, swiftly hopping back into his chair and punching in the commands into his console. The old Ravager ship lurched into action and headed into the Dark matter.

Balek moved back into his throne, sitting down with a sigh. He noticed his hand was bleeding where a piece of metal had stuck into it. He pulled it out quickly and threw the shard onto the floor, the blood covered piece landed onto his discarded plate.

"A minor set back." Balek grumbled as he stared at the red drops trickling down his hand from the wound. He gave a boisterous laugh, "Soon it will be Federation blood spilled on my floor."

OFF