My patience is wearing thin *Graphic violence*

Posted on Fri Jan 7th, 2022 @ 4:32am by Lieutenant Commander S'hib

Mission: Tales from the other side of the Mirror
Location: Starport Delta four nine six
Timeline: Unknown
530 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

The emergency evacuation claxon continued to echo throughout the smouldering Starport, its broken and listed exterior spewing toxic smoke and debris into the abyss of space as the lower deck was consumed by raging plasma fire, illuminating parts of the hull with an eerie blue glow.

"You had a shipment that was supposed to be here," S'hib growled, holding a man against a large cargo container as several others looked on, held to the floor by three other Sequus, pointing rifles of various configurations at them.

"Where are they!?" He snorted, lifting him high off the floor, hoofed knuckles tearing into his thick yellow flight suit.

"I don't know!" He sputtered before being viciously thrown across the cargo bay, the forcefield on the far side that kept them all from being sucked into the vacuum of space flickering dangerously as power began failing all over the crippled station.

"Liar!" S'hib neighed loudly, watching the human slide and roll across the cold metal floor. "What ship took them! what was its designation!" he called out, rolling his shoulders as he approached the man, the muscle around the empty socket on the left side of his face still twitching, attempting to move an eye that was no longer there as he looked down at the terrified crewman.

"We don't keep that kind of information here, I don't know!" He pleaded as S'hib jumped on top of him, fist already clenched and ready.

"Stop! he's telling the truth, he doesn't know!" Cried out a woman, her simple black uniform making her stand out from the rest.

His fist paused as he glanced over at the woman, her misplaced red hair falling down her face doing little to hide the honesty in her eyes.

"Then I don't need him anymore..." He said softly, turning his gaze back to the man beneath him, hands clutching the wrist that had him pinned to the floor. "Do I..." S'hib added with a soft smile before raising his fist and bringing it down on his face, the heavy thump ringing out even as the rest of the crew shouted in protest.

a single blow turned into two, then four, each hitting in rapid succession and becoming more violent than the last.

The protests stopped after the twentieth blow, most of them looking away and closing their eyes, trying not to listen to the sickening wet sound of bone cracking and falling apart. Eventually, his fist was doing nothing but punching the dented deck plate below.

"Which one of you, knows the information I want..." S'hib snarled, pointing a bloodied gore riddled hand at the rest of the crew, some of them sobbing quietly to themselves.

"I do..." The red-haired woman said coldly, staring at the Sequus with a burning hatred. "But let the others go first..." She said, somehow finding the courage to attempt a bargain.

"You should have said that earlier..." He mocked, slamming an open palm into the wet bloodied viscera, smearing what remained around the floor as the other Sequus chuckled.

"Get her on the ship, leave the rest..." He snorted, wiping his hand down the chest of the dead man's flight suit before standing.