Hell Hath No Fury..."
By: Darg , Klingon Warrior , [NPC]
Melissa Jarvis, Chief Security Officer, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58205.29 1650

The world around her seemed to be shaded in the color of red. Melissa marched though the corridors of the Yamato carrying the massive weapon that had killed Korg. The few Federation people she met simply got out of her way. It seemed that they knew how terrible the weapon she held was and wanted no part in testing it.

Domingo and Jones exchanged glances, they had never seen their boss in this state. They had come to trust her, however, and would follow her commands without question.

With weapons drawn the Klingons followed the humans as they marched after Jarvis. Darg simply followed with clenched fists. This wasn't what he normally expected from a human female.

She paused at the turbo lift not expecting the door to open. Much to her surprise, however, it did. Inside was a startled security officer. Melissa did not have time for pleasantries so she swung the butt end of her newly acquired weapon into the man's head as he reached for his phaser. The sickening crunch it made did not seem to make a but of difference to her as the man sank to the floor of the lift.

Darg grabbed the officer by the shirt and hefted him out of the lift.

"Bridge," said Melissa once they were all in the lift.

The tension was palpable as the rode up to the bridge in silence. When the doors opened her men, after a brief fight took out the bridge security guards. Melissa scanned the bridge looking for the man with the pips. She found him standing with another officer at the tactical station. Approaching them she leveled the monstrous gun at the captain. "Captain," she said.

She watched his eyes shift from her to the phaser he had set down on the console. Domingo stepped up to her side and cautiously picked up the Captain's phaser. The computer chimed and then announced that the ships would auto destruct in 5 minutes.

"You are too late," said the Captain with a sneer,You will die with us."

"I'm not going to die today," said Melissa raising the muzzle of the cannon she help into his face, "You are familiar with this weapon?"

"I am," he replied, "or at least I know the theory behind it."

"Then you have not had the pleasure of seeing it work first hand?"

"No, we just acquired it," he replied.

"Order your communications person to stop jamming our signal."

The captain glanced at a female officer and then said, "No."

Melissa made no further conversation, the captain had given her the info she needed. She discharged the weapon into his chest and everyone on the bridge watched in horror as the Captain died screaming in agony. Melissa felt nothing. She noted with a small amount of satisfaction that Korg had been much tougher when he faced the same death.

After his dying screams faded he turned the weapon on the very pale faced communications officer, "Discontinue interfering with our signal," said Melissa, "NOW!"

She did as she was told.

Melissa tapped her comm badge, "Jarvis to Wilkins, "Get everyone back to the Zion we only have about 3 minutes."

"Aye ma'am," came the reply.

"If I were you," Melissa said to the comm officer, "I would tell everyone to abandon ship."

"Jarvis to Zion, be advised that the Yamato will auto destruct in about 2 minutes."

"Acknowledged, the Pacifican Governor and his staff have already transported over. Prepare to beam over.

After a few seconds Melissa felt the familiar affects as the transporter cycle began. Only then did she begin to feel again and she did not like what she felt.