Showdown on the Station

Posted on Sat Apr 9th, 2022 @ 10:36pm by Lieutenant JG Faith Vianelli & Captain Natalya Markova & Michelle Erilin

Mission: Lower Decks

The walk to his rooms seemed to take forever, though in reality Faith knew it was just minutes. Every step taken made her heart beat faster. She could feel her hands trembling and clasped them together, trying to reinforce herself, to give herself strength.

As the doors registered his biosigns, David pushed the two of them into the sitting room, rounding on Faith angrily as the doors closed behind them, a closed fist slamming sideways into her cheek bone.

Stumbling backward, Faith raised a hand to her face as she fell to the floor, a stunned whimper the only sound she made.

"Last chance Faith, where is she?" he demanded angrily, his raised voice almost echoing in the sparsely furnished room.

Faith climbed slowly to her feet, a steely determined gaze meeting his despite her obvious fear. "You can kill me, I won't tell you. It'll be over my DEAD body you get your hands on her!" Faith shouted back at him.

The look on David's face changed, the anger becoming an almost evil sneer. "Oh, don't worry Faith, that can quite easily be arranged, and it would be my pleasure," his voice was cold as he responded. "You mean nothing to me, but you will not keep my daughter from me. That I can promise you." He finished as he took a step closer toward her.

Faith stepped back, moving toward Michelle, one hand reaching behind her trying to find the other woman's arm, the fear rising within her becoming almost overwhelming.

Michelle reached out with her good hand and grasped Faith's, squeezing it tightly. She had been wrong, oh so very wrong, thinking that she could help. It was clear to her right now that this man wouldn't let either of them go, ever, and would absolutely kill both of them to get what he wanted. Or maybe... What if? "I can get on board the ship and get her?" She said, asked. And if he let her go, then she could get help!

Faith pulled away abruptly from Michelle's grasp, rounding on her, her expression nothing short of shock and horror. "You wouldn't..." she whispered, a new level of fear creeping into her chest. She could feel her heart tightening, an overwhelming and sickening feeling of fear encompassing her. "Please..." Faith begged. "She's just a baby... she needs to be safe..."

"Dumb bitch." David spat at Faith, swiping at Michelle and slapping her across the face with an open palm, a red welt heating her face. "If you think I'm going to give you the chance to lead security officers right back here, you must think I'm as dumb as she is!" He jabbed a finger at Faith's face. Michelle couldn't look up, ashamed of the attempt, the loss of contact with Faith.

The horror had spilled off of Faith into a Michelle’s empathic sense and it was the blow that had congealed it into the pit of her stomach in a ball of shame. She would never have handed Briella over, she was the most innocent person involved. Something in her turned to steel. Here and now, she was the most expendable, this man would never let her go, and if it came down to moving from this room, leaving her alive here would be too dangerous. She’d handled unruly customers before, but this was far worse. Michelle exhaled deeply and turned her head slightly to make some sort of eye contact with the other woman, “Faith,” she whispered, “Run.” Then she surged forward at David, no finesse to her motion, wrapping her arms around his legs and knocking him off balance.

The dark haired counselor made a run for the door. She'd just hit the access, the doors sliding open when a hand grabbed her roughly by the arm, yanking her backward. Faith screamed, feeling her shoulder crunch as she hit the deck hard, the back of her head hitting the coffee table on her way down making her vision cloud with pain.

Nat had watched the altercation. She had seen David intersect the two from a distance, and he had given her a decidedly creeped out vibe. So, she had followed. At a distance to not be spotted, but followed all the same. The doors had closed behind the three before she could intercede, and it was several seconds as she stood outside, wondering what the fuck to do.

Then the doors opened, Nat had just enough to see Faith, and watch her get hauled backwards. Nat stepped into the room. She saw Faith, saw the man, and saw a civilian she knew by sight on the ship, but not by name. "The FUCK are you doing to these two?" She bellowed in her best impression of her old Drill Instructor. "Pick a fight with someone who can throw a punch, you dickless weasel."

It had almost worked, but David hadn’t been knocked down, just off balance and the way the nose of the little ‘companion’, no, whore was the right word for her with THAT necklace, had crunched and instantly started leaking blood had been wonderful. The roundhouse punch that impacted her right above the eye had put her down into a crumpled heap, something having given way there as well. And all that so Faith could try to get away? Oh no, he still needed his daughter’s mother, for now. And this?

He aimed another backhand at Faith’s head to get her down and to by gods STAY down, even as he looked at the newcomer. “Another woman? Why do all of you women think you can keep me from my daughter? Fine, and there’ll be another behind you, no doubt.” He took a step towards her, fists clenched, “I’ll take you ALL on!”

Nat just cracked her knuckles and stepped into the room. "Not a woman, a fucking Marine. I am going to enjoy throwing your ass out an airlock." She moved in quickly, feinting right, then letting go a swift, hard jab to his ribs with her left. She pulled back, both hands up, ready to block.

If Nat didn't like Faith before, after the incident during their last mission, this certainly wasn't going to help matters. She managed to get herself into an upright position, cradling her arm, pretty sure her shoulder was dislocated at the very least, not to mention the blow to the back of her head. She looked across at Michelle who was out cold, clearly having sustained serious injuries. Finally, Faith's somewhat dazed and confused gaze shifted back to Nat. "Get security."

David had taken the jab like someone who knew how to take a punch, countering with one of her own, a feint that The Marine had blocked before a powerful left hook had swiped at her, missing as she danced out of the way, but he backed off slightly, “Yes, you should go get Security. I’ll even wait here like a good boy.” He taunted Nat, looking for any opening. And if she left, he’d have a chance to… Clean up the mess and get gone.

Nat just smirked at him. "Good boy?" She sneered, dodging one punch, then another. "Puh-leeze. It's about time someone kicked you in the nuts." She kept dodging, surrendering ground behind her with each evasion. He was herding her, and she knew it. Her peripheral caught the wall coming into sight. She needed a plan.

His next punch came wide, Nat blocked it with her forearm, drew herself close, and brought her knee up to connect with his groin. 'Hard'.

She used the sudden pain to dance around him, putting the two other woman behind her, and herself between them, and David. "Not a foot." She taunted. "But how'd that feel?"

Clearly in pain, partially bent over, David sneered at Natalya, "You think that was funny, bitch?" He snarled, then pointed at Michelle, then Faith, then back at Nat, "She's dead, she's gonna be and you? Oh, I'm going to take my TIME with you!"

"Bet you wouldn't last one minute with me." Nat offered with a cruel smile. She knew how to push a man's temper when she needed to. "A little boy like you probably needs to beat a woman just to get it up."

His eyes bulged open at her words and he tensed up, straightening more as he forgot about the fire in his groin. He had only one goal at this point, to make this woman PAY. The other two could wait, this one, this... Attempted heroine needed to learn a lesson, a final lesson before the end.

She was ready, reading his body language, his anger. He rushed her, and Nat was ready. She blocked once, twice, leaned back on one foot and her leg snapped out, a kick landing right at his diaphragm.

Air whooshed out of his lungs as he involuntarily doubled over completely, gasping feebly for air as he fell to the ground facefirst. Almost immediately, he started to get back up, fending off another snapkick towards his head with an arm and wrapping it around the leg. A punch impacted the inside of her leg, but without the strength he could have used if he wasn't still attempting to draw in a real breath.

Nat felt the impact on her leg, and a hiss escaped her. From the floor, winded, he didn't have the leverage to haul her down. She used his grip on her leg. Her foot planted on his upper chest, she shifted her weight, and her other foot came up, all one hundred and twenty five pounds on top of him.

She pivoted, her free foot taking aim, and dropping square onto his already injured groin. She climbed off him, and moved quickly over to Faith, pulling her to the form of Michelle. She set her own commbadge on Faith and tapped it. "Station Transporter control, medical emergency! Lock onto this signal and beam two directly to the infirmary."

She turned back to David as he was trying to recover. "Two out of your grasp. You wanna end this?"

"I'll... I'll." He started to push himself to his feet, "I'll square with them later." David got to one knee, if looks could kill, Nat would be vaporized on the spot, "You, on the other hand."

Before he had even stopped talking, Nat moved. She kicked him onto his back, a punch square to his nose, and a hand clamped hard around his throat. "I on the other hand will fucking kill you. Not today. You get to live. You so much as 'breathe' in the same sector as Faith, or her daughter again..." Nat leaned in close. "I will look for you. I 'will' find you. And I will kill you."

The Marine stood, and walked away, hitting the door control as she reached it. She didn't even look back as she walked out, a slight limp to her step as the doors closed behind her.