Black Soul - Chapter 2

Black Soul

by The One

Disclaimers in Chapter 1

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Chapter Two

As soon as the shuttle settled down on Jucon 2, Trip and Malcolm grabbed their two bags. Trip immediately took the lead, guiding them through the shuttle and into the warm air. They walked through the terminal and onto the busy street. Trip ducked into a back alley, some fifty meters from the Terminal. “How do we go about finding your friend?” Malcolm asked. Trip pointed at a hotel across the street. “We? You’re staying at th’ hotel, I’m goin ta go find ma friend. Either that or yur goin back ta Enterprise.” Malcolm nodded and left for the hotel. Trip watched his friend enter, before leaving the alley at a brisk jog.

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Trip went to the nearest weapon’s surplus store and quickly bought two Starfleet issue phase pistols and a small Klingon dagger. Once he purchased the weapons, Trip made his way to the old abandoned factory where Konon lived. Trip made his way around the back of the old factory and entered through a side grate. He got up off the dusty floor and brushed himself off. He made his way to Konon’s office. Trip punched in the code and the door slid open to reveal Konon, gun in hand, waiting for Trip.

“Treppy, how you doin?” Konon and Trip shook hands.

“It’s bin’ a long time, Ko.”

“That it has Trep.”

Trip had to smile because Ko still pronounced his name wrong, after all those years. “Alright Trep, here’s the plan. As you know I still have that damn bounty on me. I have to get out of Romulan territory, once I’m out, the bounty will be no good.”

Trip nodded. “Ma job is ta see ya safely ta th’ border.”

Konon nodded. “Yep - no more and no less.”

Trip withdrew his pistol. “I got a shuttle parked out beside th’ terminal - all we need ta do is get ta it.”

Konon nodded and left the room, with Trip following close behind.

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After stopping off and picking up Malcolm, the trio went into the terminal. Guards immediately started to approach them. Two had their guns out.

“Freeze, Konon. You are under arrest for killing the supreme chancellor of Jucon 2.”

Konon slowly raised his hands before yanking out his pistol and firing it point blank at the guard, who went down, blood spurting out of the back of his head from the fatal head shot. Trip and Malcolm took aim on the other guard and in seconds he joined his companion on the floor. The trio ran off and clambered into the shuttle. Trip had put the engines on stand by with a remote control he had built. He punched in a few commands and the shuttle went rocketing off into the sky.

After four hours Trip felt safe enough to put the shuttle on auto-pilot. Hewent into the back cabin where Konon sat, cleaning his gun and sat down beside the other man. They made small talk for a few minutes before Trip asked what was really on his mind.

“Ko, did ya really kill th’ Chancellor from Jucon 2?”

Konon snapped the head back on his gun. “Yes. I did kill the bastard,” he said simply.

“Why?” Trip asked.

“Because, he’s the one that put the bounty out on me. I had to kill him, plus…………….” Konon hesitated. “He killed my family.”

Trip did a double take. “He what?”

Before Trip got an answer, the shuttle shook. Trip leapt up from his seat and raced back to the cockpit. There, on the sensor display, were two blips converging.

Trip scanned the ship. “It’s a B class, Vendetta from Minisotta station!” Trip squinted at the reading.

“I was afraid of that,” Konon said from behind Trip. Konon whipped out his pistol and pointed it at Trip.

“Whoa! What th’ Hell ya doin?”

“Set course for the Border. Now!”

Trip did and engaged the engines. “ETA ten hours, two minutes.” Trip looked at his friend. “We’re goin ta have ta stop an’ refuel befor’ we reach th’ Border,” he told Konon.

“Fine, head for the refueling plant in the asteroid belt of the Eclipse.”

Trip altered their course and turned around. Trip saw Malcolm come up from behind, but Konon anticipated that and swung around and shot the Lieutenant. After Malcolm collapsed, Konon whirled back around and pointed his gun back at Trip. “What’s our ETA?”

“Two hours, one minute,” Trip said, gazing down at his fallen friend.

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