The thugs all carried nasty, though outdated, weapons. And with six of them having surprised the Doctor and Suva alone in this very empty conveyance tunnel, they felt cocky. "You sing pretty about what we want to hear, and you walk. Otherwise, we cut ya." The head thug waved a force blade about like it was a kid's glow toy. The Doctor tuned up his most diplomatic voice. "We'll give you no trouble --" "There's no need to make the attempt at peace, Doctor," interrupted Suva. "His electric field betrays his lies. They fully intend to kill us." The head thug played with his chin. "Yeah. Well, Doc, you talk and die quick, or die real slow. We'll use your buddy here as an example." He lunged at Suva. Suva's silvery claws came out. He grabbed the thug's weapon wrist and dug his other claws into the man's opposite shoulder. Between those two contact points the thug's electrical impulses converted to heat energy. The half-cooked thug dropped lifelessly to the floor? |
