T'Pol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
with_discipline) wrote2010-08-17 02:21 pm
with_discipline) wrote2010-08-17 02:21 pm
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Prompt Table
| 01. | Hot. | 02. | Cold. | 03. | Day. | 04. | Night. | 05. | Sun. |
| 06. | Moon. | 07. | Stars. | 08. | Light. | 09. | Dark. | 10. | Quiet. |
| 11. | Loud. | 12. | Hate. | 13. | Love. | 14. | Dream. | 15. | Nightmare. |
| 16. | Daydream. | 17. | Past. | 18. | Present. | 19. | Future. | 20. | Awake. |
| 21. | Sleep. | 22. | Brief. | 23. | Forever. | 24. | Emotional. | 25. | Blank. |
| 26. | Life. | 27. | Death. | 28. | Win. | 29. | Draw. | 30. | Lose. |
| 31. | Friends. | 32. | Enemies. | 33. | Black. | 34. | White. | 35. | Embrace. |
| 36. | Strangers. | 37. | Colour. | 38. | Colourless. | 39. | Poor. | 40. | Rich. |
| 41. | Truth. | 42. | Lies. | 43. | Clean. | 44. | Dirty. | 45. | Alone. |
| 46. | Remember. | 47. | Forget. | 48. | Writer's Choice. | 49. | Writer's Choice. | 50. | Writer's Choice. |
12. Hate
She had wanted to say that since first meeting the self-important, smug Terran woman. Hoshi Sato, Captain's Woman, had always rubbed T'Pol the wrong way. Everything about her, from the way she moved to the way she watched exuded danger. Self-serving was not a fair term, they all were self-serving - but while most were not intelligent enough to do so smartly, T'Pol knew - though she didn't want to admit - that Sato had the intelligence to make herself a threat.
That she was a threat from the beds of men in power left a disgusted taste in T'Pol's mouth.
Cheek throbbing where the whore's knife had cut her, T'Pol shoved Sato against the wall. It would be fulfilling to beat her into unconsciousness - it would be all too satisfying to use her own knife to make sure she wouldn't hop into any more beds for a long while. As her elbow connected with Hoshi's temple, T'Pol felt justified; it would be fair. But if she didn't hurry, her plan would fail. One more punch was all she allowed herself, enough to put the Terran down for long enough to escape.
So it was with a good deal of surprise that she felt the burn of a phase pistol against her back; she had seconds to groan, and recognize that it had been set to stun. Seconds to see the ground rise to meet her, and curse Hoshi Sato for her ambition.