A hostage situation.
Who: Snape, Tosh, Sexby
What: The much-discussed hostage attempt.
Where: Top deck.
When:Evening
Warnings: Violence, Snape getting his butt kicked.
Severus stood at the rail on the top deck of the Barge, looking out into the nothingness that surrounded the ship. In his pocket lay the stolen hypospray, loaded with a potion he had brewed only that morning. Certainly, it was no poison, but it would cause nausea and a blistering headache. Enough to make the victim think they'd been the recipient of a poison and cause a commotion. Hopefully enough to convince the others that it was, indeed, a poison, that there was more of it, and to allow him to make an escape before he was overpowered and hauled down to Level Zero.
It was a great risk, but one he was willing to take.
Of course, he hadn't chosen a victim. In fact, he was sort of winging it - something he never did. The flood had thrown an enormous kink in his plans, T'Pol had not restored his powers as he'd asked, he hadn't slept properly in three days, and now he had to rely entirely on his ability to convince someone that he would kill them if he had to.
He smirked. It was a testament to the nature of the Barge that he couldn't stomach killing anyone; if he stayed, he would surely be rehabilitated, and perhaps might even become a warden himself. However, there were too many unforgivable events - the worst of which was the visitation from Lily.
His expression hardened. He would make them pay for that. If he had access to the Admiral, that lack of murderous intent would be rectified very, very quickly.
What: The much-discussed hostage attempt.
Where: Top deck.
When:Evening
Warnings: Violence, Snape getting his butt kicked.
Severus stood at the rail on the top deck of the Barge, looking out into the nothingness that surrounded the ship. In his pocket lay the stolen hypospray, loaded with a potion he had brewed only that morning. Certainly, it was no poison, but it would cause nausea and a blistering headache. Enough to make the victim think they'd been the recipient of a poison and cause a commotion. Hopefully enough to convince the others that it was, indeed, a poison, that there was more of it, and to allow him to make an escape before he was overpowered and hauled down to Level Zero.
It was a great risk, but one he was willing to take.
Of course, he hadn't chosen a victim. In fact, he was sort of winging it - something he never did. The flood had thrown an enormous kink in his plans, T'Pol had not restored his powers as he'd asked, he hadn't slept properly in three days, and now he had to rely entirely on his ability to convince someone that he would kill them if he had to.
He smirked. It was a testament to the nature of the Barge that he couldn't stomach killing anyone; if he stayed, he would surely be rehabilitated, and perhaps might even become a warden himself. However, there were too many unforgivable events - the worst of which was the visitation from Lily.
His expression hardened. He would make them pay for that. If he had access to the Admiral, that lack of murderous intent would be rectified very, very quickly.