[Galaxy] [Earth] Larson (NPC) - Terra Prime & Unknown Romulans

[Jon Wilson]

-= Earth =-
A solitary figure ran through the relative cover of the wood, darting between the trees and occasionally falling over the undergrowth.  Ever since the alarm had sounded he’d been running.  It may only have been 20 minutes but it felt like an age.  They were right behind him.  He could feel but not see them in pursuit.  If they caught him, well that didn’t bear thinking about.
In one hand he carried a laser pistol.  An old military issue side arm but deadly in the right hands.  In the other he carried his locator and what he had been told was a small dampening field for emergencies.  “If this isn’t a bloody emergency … “ he gasped as he ran.
Larson paused by a tree, his panicked eyes darting about the dense wood, trying to see if he could see any hint of his pursuers.  Sweat drenched his muddied clothes and his legs were beginning to shake from the exertion.  He so badly wanted to stop, wanted to crawl into a hole and hope they passed him by but he knew better than that.  They wouldn’t stop so he couldn’t afford to.  His only hope was if the signal got through and the others had picked it up in time.  He knew it would be a devastating blow to Terra Prime if Starfleet or their Vulcan lackeys were able to interrogate him.   They’d come, he knew too much for them to simply ignore it and leave him to his fate.
Drawing a couple of deep breaths he mopped his brow with a dirty sleeve, smearing the wet mud across his face, before once again darting off into the wood.
-= Undisclosed location =-
Two figures stood either side of the main board on the bridge of the Romulan Bird of Prey.  The circular command console was covered in many displays and consoles but the sensor data streaming in from the ships long range sensors was the only thing both figures were actually watching.  Behind them, around the outside wall of the bridge the other officers watched over the ships systems.  They didn’t expect any trouble.  They had yet to be detected by any passing ship, their cloaking technology seemed to be sufficient to overcome the pitiful Starfleet sensor technology.  Still, it paid to be careful and the Commander was always careful.
“They nearly have him,” stated the older figure, dressed a Romulan military uniform, his collar showing him to have the rank of Sub Commander.
“I thought you issued him with a sensor dampening kit,” asked the younger female, Commander by her uniform.  The question was asked with an air of total disinterest.
The older Romulan nodded, “I went for an older model, non-standard issue.  I thought it best to ensure there was nothing that could be traced back to us.”
The Commander nodded.  “You thought right.  It is of no matter.  We have other contacts now.  He has served his purpose and things are in motion, according to plan.”  She looked up from her viewer.  “You made the relevant modifications of course?”
“Of course my lady,” nodded the Sub-Commander.
“Then I see no need to prolong this chase, unless you are interested in the sport?”
The Sub-Commander smiled, “He has shown some resourcefulness.  A pity, The Empire could have used him.”
“He is as weak as the rest of the Human race,” stated the Commander, her tone carrying a slight hint of a reprimand.  “In his thirst for power he hasn’t even once questioned the source of all this ‘help’ we’ve been giving him and has pitiful organisation.  But he has had his uses.  Pity, for him, he no longer does.”
The Sub Commander nodded.  “Yes my lady.”
-= Earth =-
It wasn’t long before he heard a craft approach in the distance.  They were trying to track him for sure.  As it passed overhead he instinctively dived for cover, pressing himself into the roots of a large tree and tried to calm his breathing.  No!  Not yet!  He cried internally.
The ship passed over him, Larson knew they had a good idea where he was.  He didn’t know how.  It was only a matter of time now.  He gingerly eased himself out of his protective cover, his legs complaining every inch.  He had to keep moving.  It was his only chance.  If his transmitter was working properly the nearest Terra Prime cell would come for him at nightfall and he’d be able to go underground, so deep there would be no finding him.  It was already getting dark.  Not long now.
“If only you bastards knew what we had in mind for you,” he whispered under his breath, his panicked face taking on a more sadistic visage.  Once again he darted off into the dense wood.
He stopped by a clearing, using the cover of a tree to taking in his surroundings.  About 10 meters ahead, on the other side of the well worn path the forest continued, he’d have to make a run for it.
As he was about to make the dash he heard a branch snap behind him.  On instinct he ducked, he phaser blast striking the tree where is torso had been only a moment earlier.  Clumsily he rolled from cover, coming to his feet and fired wildly into the woods behind him.
Another blast sailed off into the upper tree canopy, missing him by some distance.
Turning he ran as fast as he could across the clearing, for the cover of the trees on the other side.  Overhead once more was the roar of engines as his pursuers got an easy visual on his location.  The roar grew louder as the ship dropped below the tree cover to cut him off.
Desperate Larson began firing at the ship as he ran.  As he staggered nearer the other side of the clearing he could easily see the figures waiting for him in the tree-line.  “No!” he exclaimed, his run becoming a walk as hope gave way to reality.  “No!”
Were it not for the roar of the engines above his head Larson would have heard the small hand held locator begin a high pitched whine.  As the black-clad soldiers broke cover and started walking towards him, their weapons trained upon at him the device exploded, leaving nothing but a red mist where the Terra Prime officer had once stood.
General characters apb :
Commander James Rice
Commanding Officer (OOC)
Forrest Outpost


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