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[Jul. 16th, 2009|09:10 pm] |
It had started off as what would mostly likely be considered a routine mission by any other means, especially as the purpose of the Enterprise was to explore new planets and assist those in need. Whether it was a simple run of supplies to their own men stationed throughout the more barren of worlds, or simply providing back up where hostiles threatened the inhabitants of said planets; there was no set limit to what the crew saw as their duty. While most of the time Spock disagreed with the often emotional outbursts they let control their decision making, he often founding his own opinions either dismissed or mocked by the insufferable Dr. McCoy, finding it somewhat puzzling as he was sure his decisions were the most soundly logical to factor in just how long their resources would last. Each voyage was set to be exactly five years long, no more and no less. But at the rate they were currently lingering over each inhabited star they seemed to be burning through more supplies than needed. Sure they could always ask for more if scheduled near an outpost, but as they moved out further and further into the more uncharted parts of space said outposts were far and few between leaving them in somewhat of a dire situation.
And yet here they were once again settled on a planet with a name that only Uhura could really pronounce correctly, settled in another campaign to try and save the inhabitants from what could only be generalized as 'pirate' attacks. While most of the smaller colonies had deemed it fit to simply let the rugged band take what they wanted, this particular village had put up a fight earning not only loss of their material possessions but also bringing a high body count among those who'd been horribly injured during battle. Men and women alike lined the streets, most family and friends that had been kidnapped to be possibly sold into slavery or butchered into a barbaric food source to whoever bid the highest price. The story had naturally set the captain's blood to boil, making the brash man scramble together whomever he needed in an attempt to help try and soothe over the jagged scar or destruction the pirates had left behind. The crew had worked day and night over a period of three days straight and STILL there was no end to the injured or dying that had brought to the makeshift hospital Dr. McCoy had turned the largest dwelling into. While most had not even considered turning their backs on the plight these people had suffered, Spock had found the whole ordeal rather confusing indeed especially when the route they'd currently settled themselves within seemed to be the worst choice at the moment.
Spock followed the Captain to the outskirts of the village, pushing through the thick underbrush that sprouted vibrant greens and golds are far as the eye could see. Under normal circumstances, one might've considered the planet scenic with it's wide and untamed forests sprouting off colors foreign to other worlders. Even the sky was somewhat of a mystery, trapped between the colors of an earthen sunset that was faithfully reflected in the rivers and lakes spread across the planet's surface. Somewhere within the thick forests ahead, a chorus of birds seemed to weave in and out of their somewhat hypnotic song, providing a strange backdrop for the conversation at hand. " Captain. It is illogical to dote on their needs when another federation ship with skilled fighters and an expendable food and medical dispensary can be here in no less than two days. While I am not blind to the plight of these people, I do find it somewhat pointless to use supplies your crew may need in the future when there are others who would be more well equipped to deal with the pirate plaguing this planet. In essence are we not truly just adding fuel to the fire by adding more items for the pirates to loot from these people?"
"Mr. Spock. Look. I understand you run by logic, but most of us can't take things merely at the whim of it being logical or not to lend a hand. But these villagers need us. We can't just turn our backs on them because it's an inconvenience to the Federation to haul a cargo ship out to replenish our supplies. People are dying here and even if it takes everything we have, then we're staying to lend a hand in any way that we can. And yes, before you even think to ask, that's an order. I know it's tough for you to understand, but sometimes the logical answer isn't always the right one, especially when it comes to situations like this. So just...go check on Bones, lend a hand if you can. Make sure he gets back to the ship to actually eat tonight and if he doesn't, then use the nerve pinch thing on him alright?"
Just like that he'd been dismissed, forced to return and help the doctor when the Captain had made it clear the subject was closed to any further discussion. Unfortunately the good doctor hadn't exactly been thrilled to see him, muttering under his breath each time the two ended up face to face after dealing with the flurry of patients going in and out in almost rapid succession. It wasn't until late into the evening that the rush seemed to stop, the only patients being those forced to stay due to having nearly fatal injuries or infections to their wounds. Most of the crew had beamed back up to the ship for the night to sleep off the day, leaving the two on their own for the most part. McCoy seemingly too stubborn to leave his patients alone even for a moment to tend to his own needs.
"Doctor, the Captain specifically entrusted me to making sure you made it back to the ship tonight. I am not simply going to give up because you choose to ignore me.", Spock sighed, following the doctor as he stooped over each patient to check for vitals. "Your concern is not without reason, but as all the patients seem to currently be sedated; I do believe it is time you headed back for a quick rest." |
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[Jul. 16th, 2009|09:08 pm] |
The night was gloriously subdued for the most part despite the shrill sirens always back in the next alley or a few blocks back. By now most of the bodies would be discovered of course, Crane had to remind himself, sure the patrols would be on the lookout for him but that didn't necessarily mean that they'd actually be capable of finding him. Gotham's finest never really had that great of a record for locking anyone up without the help of the Batman and with him currently missing from the main picture it kind of took the danger out of getting caught. Once again there was the small problem of the other heroes lurking the streets..but none of them really had the same draw as the Batman. None of them really had the same ability to instill fear as the other so called 'hero' had. Too bad no one else seemed to share his opinion on the matter. He turned with a scoff to watch the men he'd hired as they strung up the eighteenth 'scarecrow' of the night, his head a little foggy as he tried to remember if this one had actually held a body in it or not.
He made more than enough decoys for the night to mix in with the victims. He couldn't make this too easy for the Gotham PD right? And what complicated things more other than a little variety every now and then? Each 'scarecrow' was to be carefully placed in high traffic areas of which to cause the biggest reaction. Bodies and decoys alike were placed among the streets hung from signs, buildings, streetlamps, parked cars, dressing rooms, roof tops, peering into windows...Basically just anywhere out of the ordinary, just enough to catch the hapless citizens off guard and maybe instill a little fear into them of course. The Batman had made them lose their fear of who or what exactly lurked in the night, but Scarecrow was going to remind them just how terrifying the darkness could be. Even if it meant a possible run in with the GPD or anyone that'd bothered to get in his way...including the overpowered capes prowling the streets. Those knaves would not stand in his way now.
Crane forced himself to take a breath, his hands clenched tightly into fists and shaking at the almost uncontrollable wave of rage that had absorbed him. He looked up as the men returned to his side, the new mask he'd fashioned for himself making it a little easier to catch the glimpse of his grin as he reguarded the scene. "Let's see how brave the city is without their precious Batman to stop me now.", he laughed softly. "I'm not ending this until I have the mayor himself on his knees begging for mercy..until this town of the damned and forlorn realize just how truly powerless they really are..." He hardly noticed the shift in the men's behavior until the closest one had moved close enough to take a swing at him from behind. It didn't end too well for him of course. And if the others had been in on this plan, they definately weren't planning on joining in now as their friend had taken one hit before the knife at Crane's side had found a home on the man's stomach.
"You know..a man like you ought to know better.", he cooed as he twisted the blade in the sputtering man's gut, his friends looking on in horror as their friend cried out in pain on the concrete. "Did you really think that I wouldn't expect one of you cowards to try that? That'd I'd be stupid enough to come unprepared for such an event? Oh no...no, no, no. Only a lunatic would be blind enough to not see that coming. And while I may be a little passionate about my research. I can assure you that I'm not completely lost to the way the world works. But don't worry. You know your friends there won't be stupid enough to make the same mistake and at this point they'd be happy enough to simply leave intact and empty handed rather than with the fee I promised them before this. If you'd been smart enough to just finish this task I would've made good. I'm a man of my word afterall...unlike you." He let his full weight rest on the blade before letting it slowly begin to creep up, ignoring the wet gurgle and spray of blood from the man's lips as his cries began to die off into the pitiful gurgle and choke of a man on his last breath.
"Not all of my subjects kill themselves you know. Some have to be put down when they're simply no longer of any use to me..and not all of them go down without some kind of a fight. I'm more than capable of handling myself against the likes of you.", he sighed as he pulled the blade out, turning to the other two men with a sigh as he got to his feet. "Shall we continue, my dear friends? Or does anyone else have an objection to tonight's activities?" |
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[Dec. 27th, 2008|02:00 pm] |
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