Conquest of Captain Mordoc

[VanMordoc]

(join in please, all welcome! Captain Mordoc and Vss are my characters, after that is improvisation by the newcomer. We join our villain Vss upon the crippled Human cargo vessel...)

Vss Ah'nshal crept down a dim and flickering corridor as silent and as deadly as a tiger stalking its prey. His tall and thin frame was hunched over as he crept with automatic pistol in one paw and an evil, angular black knife in the other. The black blade as angular as his shark-like face.

The broken lights above flickered dimly and left him again in near darkness. 4 plasma-drive missiles and point-blank gause-cannon blast had disabled the very large, interstellar cargo ship. Life support and air scrubbers in most of the ship were still working or at least limping along, but engines and communication were lifeless and broken. Somewhere distant, an alarm bleated again and again, and it was blessedly cold. His Northern Sergal blood reveled in the chill.

Small and shallow puffs of vapor puffed from his nose as he rounded the corner, hugging the bulkhead while he turned he saw two of the ship's engineers struggling to pry a jammed and dented hatch halfway down the long stretch of narrow corridor. Grinning wolfishly, he burst forward with but a whisper and stabbed the biggest through the side of his throat while he strained at a large, steel bar affixed to the edge of the hatch. Pulling the knife free, blood poured down the man's shoulder while a crimson spray painted his partner's face and the gray, metal bulkhead behind him.

Gurgling through the new slit in his throat, the big man loosed his grip on the pry-bar and fell back with a back holding the side of his neck. The other man stared up, slack jawed at the dark and impossibly tall and skinny monster. The expression of purest terror was blown off his face with a blast of his pistol the second the engineer attempted to reach for an ugly looking shotgun propped against the wall.

Even though his ears rang from the explosion of his automatic, he could hear the muffled screams and banging of the unfortunate ship's crew members behind the hatch. He could smell smoke and feel heat upon his heat sensitive skin of his muzzle. Black lips drew back from sharp, pointed teeth as he grinned again, less of the hairless vermin for us to weed out later... He thought to himself and brought the gun and knife up to again move forward, his final objective being the bridge at the end of the long corridor. Radio silence would be broken only for the sneak attack on the command crew after negotiations took place, he would pry open the prize like a delicious oyster and pluck the pearl for his own.