Star Trek: The Fall: The Poisoned Chalice - Plot & Excerpts
Nog grimaced as Tom Riker came in and pulled the bloody mek’leth from where he had buried it in the mercenary’s side. “He was going to kill you,” said the human. “Don’t make that face.” “Sorry,” Nog managed. “I’m not good with lots of blood.” The dead guard had two small-bore disruptor pistols in a bandolier across his chest, and Tom took one for himself, pressing the other into Nog’s grip. “Here. Keep this.” The Ferengi weighed the weapon in his hand, checking the charge. The hot stink of burnt air and ozone was heavy in the air. They had run from the cages through the remains of the smelting yards and under the shadow of tall, rusting rock grinders; now they were close to the wide landing pad where the Snipe had put down. The guards clearly anticipated the escapees would make a break for the freighter and placed a contingent here to waylay them. The Klingons hadn’t counted on Tuvok’s inspired tactics, turning their ambush on them by using a still-operable cargo lifter to ram through their cover.
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