Originally posted by Phillip Tanaka
You don't think he wants to die? If he said that to me, I'd stuff him in a coffin, drag it out into a field, and set it ablaze. I think that most other people would kill him one way or another. Have the script for the Loki incident, damn every time I thought of him or saw him past there, I thought 'dead man walking'. (okay kitty). I wish I had the encounter with the bastard in Kilrah as well. I'll put what I can below so you can judge what you'd do if you were Blair.
THRAKHATH (V.O.)
The Heart of the Tiger has failed his race . . . He has failed himself . . . He has failed the human he knows as Devereaux . . . Angel . . . his lair-mate . . .
EVERY COMM CHANNEL NOW CARRIES THIS TRANSMISSION . . .
THRAKHATH (V.O.)
His heart has not been valiant enough . . . His warring has not been skillful enough . . . And he has failed a true warrior, the Angel . . . For she displayed heart . . .
THRAKHATH
Only one among them is worthy of being treated as a warrior. The one they call ‘Angel.”
ON THAT CUE, ANOTHER DISHEVELED AND BLOODIED PILOT IS ESCORTED INTO THE THRONE ROOM BY A HEAVILY-ARMED HONOR GUARD, AND THE BLOODLUST RISES UP IN THE KILRATHI AGAIN.
THE PILOT IS COLONEL JEANNETTE DEVEREAUX - - CALLSIGN: ANGEL. AROUND 30, SHE IS PETITE. THE WAR HAS NOT TAKEN ITS TOLL ON HER BEAUTIFUL BELGIAN FEATURES. BUT SHE WEARS HER DEFIANCE LIKE A SHIELD.
THE KILRATHI CAN BARELY BE KEPT AT BAY: FOR A SECOND, IT SEEMS SHE’LL BE TORN TO PIECES RIGHT IN FRONT OF US.
THRAKHATH APPROACHES, AND ANGEL LOOKS AT HIM WITH DISDAIN AS SHE STRUGGLES AGAINST HER CONSTRAINTS.
THRAKHATH
Still defiant, Major Devereaux? If we were to offer co-existence with your kind, would you not accept it?
ANGEL
The Kilrathi do not co-exist.
THRAKHATH
No. And now that the tide has turned in this war, your defiance is a pathetic and useless gesture.
ANGEL
You bore me, monsieur.
Disintegrate me so I might join my comrades . . .
THRAKHATH REGARDS HER WITH AN EVIL GRIN
THRAKHATH
Disintegration is not for you . . .
HISSES AND CATCALLS FROM THE SURROUNDING THRONG, WHO ARE LOOKING FOR A KILL . . .
THRAKHATH
Your fate will be different . . .
ANGEL REPLIES BY SPITTING IN HIS FACE. THRAKHATH GROWLS AND TURNS TO THE THRONG.
THRAKHATH
The human cannot appreciate the honor that I am about to bestow her.
She is not only a great warrior . . .
-> (beat)
. . . but her lair-mate is The Heart of the Tiger.
THRAKHATH TURNS BACK AND MOVES IN ON ANGEL WITH DEATH IN HIS EYES - - AS THE BLOODTHIRSTY CRIES FROM THE CROWD REACH A CRESCENDO. . .