Ramok"
By: Rok and Bud , Thugs , [NPC]
Ramok , Ferengi Slave Trader , [NPC]
Charles Atwood, Chief Intelligence Officer, [PST]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Bas , Thief , [NPC]

Stardate: 58204.14 1000

O boy, Sam thought, this is a bad idea, she knew that with her training she probably could take them but why risk it. Sam turned around and ran.

"After her Rok." The two men ran after her. Laughing and brandishing their weapons.

Sam ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She heard the footsteps of the two men following her, she ran even harder. Due to her own stupidness Sam took a wrong turn and found her self in a corridor, there was no way for her to escape. Rok and his friend had her cornered. She was breathing heavily as she saw the two men approaching her, knives flickering.

"Look guys, there is not reason for this, Sam tried to reason with the two. "Just put the knives away o.k. I'll be just on my way. I do not want to cause you any trouble". As Sam was talking her right hand disappeared in the crevasses of her tunic, trying to reaching for her knife. She would not risk using a phaser, it was better to avoid any further disturbance.

"Come one guys, let it be. Just let me pass". Sam's adrenaline levels were of the scale, she knew she had to fight.

Rok launched the knife directly for her rib cage. Jumping backwards sideways, Rok missed her by only an inch. Sam grabbed his arm and used it as a leverage, using his own bodyweight to bring him out of balance. As he turned to maintain his footing a stabbing, almost unbearable pain shot through Sams left underarm Rok had managed to slash it. Sam managed to maintain hold of his arm and allowed herself to go limp, using her body weight to pull him to the ground. She used her other arm to smash her palm against his nose and forced its head back. She pushed once more against his face, pushed and forced his head back so close to a right angle she though it would snap. Through sheer will, her left hand slippery of her own blood, Sam maintained relentless pressure, and when she felt she could press no more, the body of Rok went limp, he had lost consciousness.

The ease with which Sam had disabled his friend made the other guy go mad, he slashed out at Sam. She recoiled, trying to caught his wrist. Through sheer luck Sam managed to catch it, she gave a hard snap and the dagger went flying. This made the guy even more dangerous, being defeated by a young woman. He ran forward and thrusted himself forward like a spear, only to meet the fractal edged knife Sam held in her hand, edges shaper as any dagger, pierced him beneath the ribs, just beneath the heart. He sank on his knees and saw Sam staring down at him. The last words he heard as he was dying were. "Don't worry - Hell is dark".

Sam looked at the two guys, and began to shiver as the adrenaline levels subsided, she felt the pain in her arm, blood trickled down her wrist and hand. Sam torn of a piece of her tunic and managed to wrap the bandage around her arm. When finished she cleaned her hands and knife on her trousers. Luckily no-body had seen this fight, and with a last glance at the two bodies, she turned around and began to ran back to Charles.

It only took her a minute to find her way back at the Bar just in time to see Charles wanting to enter.

"Charles!!" she yelled, "wait a second", keeping her injured arm pressed at her side..

"Of course Honey what happened", said Charles noticing that Sam was very agitated and covered with blood.

"O nothing I ran into some problems, Sam responded trying to get her breathing back to normal. "Nothing I could not handle, but just hit me in the head if I ever suggest that we should split up again".

"Ok", let me see, he said while he gave her a kiss... he always liked to be right. “Can you manage, we will attend to this cut later al’right?. Sam nodded.

As both Sam and Charles entered the bar, a foul odor rached their nostrils. The bar was dimmly lit, they could se several makeshift stages each with a partially clad woman dancing for a crowd of men. In the corner there was a rather fat Ferengi sitting in a comfortable chair. On either side of him were two human women with very little clothing. They were hovering aound the Ferengi stroking the lobes on his head. Behind the Ferengi stood two really large Nausicans. They looked around the bar as if searching for trouble.

"Have you got the latinum you own me Bas," said the Ferengi to am man who stood before him. Charles and Sam recognized the man he was talking to as the fellow who directed them to the shack where they left some of their belongings.

"I got some items to sell you Ramok," he said has he empited the contents of his bag on the table in front of the Ferengi. Out on the table spilled two phaser rifles, some camping equipment, and water filtration unit, and a med kit.

"Interesting," said Ramok as he picked up the phaser rifles and he examined them, "These have Maquis markings. Where did you get them?"

"I found them," offered Bas.

"I am sure you did," said the Ferenghi smiling his toothy grin. "I will give to 10 bars of latinum for the lot. Of course you owe me 50 bars so I will just deduct it from what you own me."

"Ten bars," prtested Bas, "This is good quality equipment Ramok, hardly been used."

"Yes they are in good shape." said Ramok as one of the Nausicans packed up the loot and placed it behind the Ferengi's chair.

Bas continued to protest loudly until the Ferengi snaped his fingers and one of the Nausicans grabbed Bas around the neck, drug him across the room and threw him out of the bar. Shoving his way past Charles and Same he returned to his post.

Turning his attention to Charles he looked at him and then at Sam. "You are going to have to clean her up and remover her clothes if you expect me to buy your woman humaan." he said to Charles. "I do not want her bleeding all over the customers. She better be able to dance. I have no use for a woman who cannot dance. Do not expect me to pay top dollar for her either. She is damaged!"