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No Heroes
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Temerian noticed that they had moved from the common public corridors to the much more private service corridors that ran throughout the station, the ones used only by the people that worked there. The scenery had definitely changed in these service corridors, the lighting was much dimmer and everything had a much more dirty and rough look to it, not the polished and bright appearance of the public areas.

This also meant that they encountered far less people, and the few they did encounter seemed to know right away to either get out of the way, or disappear altogether. None of them asked any questions.

Temerian tried to keep track of where they were going but he wasn’t familiar with these areas at all, that combined with the beatings that he had already taken meant that he basically had no idea where they were at, or where they were going.

They went through a couple of heavy portals, the kind designed to be sealed off in case of atmospheric decompression, and ended up in a much larger area that looked like a cargo bay of some kind. The ceilings were very high here and there were crates and pallets of equipment and merchandise stacked everywhere.

As they moved through the storage crates they came to another area that was clearly a loading dock as there were a number of very large, ship sized airlocks designed to accommodate cargo ships. In between the large airlocks were smaller ones that looked like they were designed for personal to access the outside of the station, probably for repairs.

It was at one of these smaller airlocks that the captain stopped.

The two hulks that were escorting Temerian threw him unceremoniously against the door of the airlock and stepped back a bit, granting him a very small piece of freedom, while captain Lasko turned around slowly to face him.

He hadn’t realized it while being man handled in the corridor, but both his arms had gone to sleep and now had that tingling, stinging feeling. He stretched his arms and flexed his hands open and closed to get the blood circulating again. He was hurt, and he was sick and tired of this bullshit.

“What’s this about Lasko?” Temerian blurted out angrily.

One of the men started to step toward him, presumably to deliver another fist sandwich, but Lasko held up his hand and he stepped back.

Captain Lasko stared at him coldly, “I’m surprised you’ve forgotten so soon.”

Temerian returned the stare and shook his head, “Forgotten, what?”

Lasko stared at him a moment longer and then a look of acknowledgement came slowly over his stony face, and he smiled………………. and then he started laughing.

Temerian stared at him, dumfounded.

Lasko laughed.


The two giants stood motionless, glancing at the captain and then quickly back at Temerian, possibly wondering if their leader had finally gone completely insane.

“Oh this is priceless!” he exclaimed loudly while laughing.

Temerian touched the side of his head, near his ear, and flinched quickly from the pain, “What the hell is so funny?”

He was suddenly sure of one very important thing, you don’t ever want to see a complete psychopath laughing like this……….. It was just very, very unnerving.

“You are,” the captain replied as he slowly regained his composure.

The laughing slowly stopped and he stood there staring at him with a crazy smile.

“You really don’t remember?” Lasko said incredulously.

Temerian stared at him.

“The other night at the Omega Lounge,” he said, “I was there.”

This tiny little fact was like a bomb blowing up in Temerian’s mind, it was almost too much to comprehend and it left him speechless and a little numb.

“I tried to stop you when you were having your drunken little fit in the middle of the bar…….”

Temerian stood there unbelieving.


“Nothing serious mind you, I only suggested that you be on your way to sleep it off, and give the rest of us a break.”

The pieces suddenly started to fit together in Temerian’s brain.

What little was left of a smile left the cold features of Lasko’s face, “but you wouldn’t have it, you insulted me, you disrespected me…..”

Lasko’s eyes narrowed, “you belittled me in front of my friends.”


Friends? Really? The thought raced through Temerian’s head and he pushed it away.

“But, I……..”

Lasko went on, “The people who respect me….”

“was drunk……”

Lasko wasn’t even listening anymore, his eyes had sort of glazed over like he wasn’t even there anymore, “the people who love me.”

This was going south quickly……… actually this had gone south quite a while ago, it was now going so far south it was into uncharted territory.

Try for him now,”  Temerian thought, “if you can get him around the neck you might be able to get out of here.”  It was a bold plan on his part, a shot at the golden ring, a chance for escape.


He lunged forward thinking he might grab Lasko and get him in a choke hold, force him to capitulate and then let him go.

The two meat heads weren’t having any of that.


As soon as he moved, one grabbed him by the head and neck and the other one kicked him in the stomach, literally lifting him off the ground.

Temerian fell down in a crumpled mass on the floor while the giant who had him by the head reached back to strike him with his fist.

Lasko snapped out of his little trance, “Stop it you idiots! I want him awake!”

They stepped back quickly.

Lasko stood staring down at the bent over form of Temerian on the floor, “Don’t ever come back to this station again.”

Temerian was having trouble breathing after the kick to his abdomen, every time he took a breath a pain shot up the side of his body, probably a broken rib or two, “Fine, let me go and we can forget all about this.”

It was as if he had not spoken at all, no one paid any attention to him.

Lasko nodded toward the door, “put him in the lock.”

Put him in the lock?” did he really hear that? Lasko had said it just as casually as if he was asking one of them to order a pizza, or go pick up my dry cleaning, but instead, “put him in the lock.”
 
Temerian was on his hands and knees all crouched up on the floor and he tried to move away but his side hurt too badly for any kind of quick, purposeful movement. All he could do was hope.

Maybe one of the meat heads would have a moment of independent thought, a moment of compassion where they would decide that this just wasn’t right. Maybe they would turn to their captain and try to change his mind about the whole thing.

Meathead number one reached down and grabbed Temerian, lifting him unceremoniously off the floor, pain shot through his side like an electrical jolt.

The other hulk pressed a button and the door to the airlock opened.

Nope, no independent thought here.”

“Lasko, don’t do this,” Temerian said through gritted teeth.

Lasko stared at him with absolutely no emotion whatsoever.

The hulk that was holding him threw him through the door and onto the floor of the airlock.

Temerian cried out in pain but forced himself up, the pain shooting up his side like a red hot poker being jabbed into his side.

The door to the airlock closed.

This can’t be happening,” he thought through the pain, “this is a joke, they’re just trying to scare me.”

He limped back to the door and pressed his face against the glass view port, “Please don’t do this.”

They could no longer hear him.

Lasko walked casually to the door never taking his eyes off of Temerian and smiled.

He smiled,” Temerian thought, “what kind of an animal…….”


Lasko pressed the button and the outer airlock door opened.

Temerian was almost instantly sucked out into space.

Everything happened pretty quickly after that, the soft tissues started to freeze due to the extreme cold, his eyes crusted over almost instantly. Due to the extreme change of pressure the air in his lungs expanded to more than double, stretching his lungs until they burst. Gas bubbles developed in his blood almost instantly and he began to swell up like a balloon.

None of that mattered of course, because the pain of all those things happening at once was too much to bear, it was more pain than anyone can even imagine, it was all encompassing, it was everything.

There was only pain, his entire existence was pain……..

And then mercifully, blackness……..

And finally death.
 



 
Somewhere in another galaxy he woke up in a sterile, all-white room, coughing and spitting up symbiotic fluid, still reeling from the memory of all that trauma and pain.

“Now, now, you’ll be alright,” a nurse said, helping him out of a clone capsule, “just breathe.”

She wrapped him in a white robe and gave him a towel to dry off. She walked him to a seat where he could get oriented and relax for a moment.

She looked at him with concern, “Now, is that better?”


Temerian looked up at her and nodded.


“Ok, then,” She smiled, “………..will that be cash or credit?”

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The corporations don’t want you to know that it’s all just a game to them. We are simply paychecks waiting to be cashed.

Cows headed for the slaughter.


For now, I’m still a survivor……………..but for how long?
Temerian Andedare

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No Heroes - by Temerian Andedare - 02-11-2016, 12:17 AM
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