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The mission was easy, for too easy for someone of her skill, but it was Ollistra's orders that sent her here, so here she came.
With the alien.
The beginnings of growl escaped her lips at the thought of Leela, and Veklin froze. Tucked herself closer into the alcove she was hidden in. Wouldn't do to give herself away like that.
They were breaking into a scientific complex on some primitive nothing of a planet. The natives had managed to surpass their predicted developmental societal stages and come up with an energy source that could one day be used to power Dalek weaponry. And Veklin and Leela had to destroy it all.
As they had approached the walls of enclosing their target, Leela had stalked off to disable about guards their might be, while Veklin waited, hidden, preparing the charges they would use.
The air was cool, sky obscured by thick branches. As this planet's singular sun slid beneath the horizon, her hunger rose inside her, growling, begging to be sated, and she snapped at it fiercely, as one would a disobedient animal.
A murmur of air through the air to her right. The snap of a twig. The rustle of clothing.
Soon.
She reached out, found Leela's thoughts, singular and focused. Far away.
Good. She had time then.
Turned her head a fraction to the left. Ran her tongue over her teeth. Waiting.
They came from behind, fast and clumsy, one hand on her shoulder, the other gripping the handle of a knife pressed to her throat.
"Drop your weapons, Time Lord." Her attacker spat, voice was as hard as her knife blade. Veklin could taste the edge of fear in her blood. She dropped her gun to the muddy ground with a thud. She wouldn't need it anyway.
"Now, tell me what you're doing here." The knife bit into her skin.
Veklin let out a short laugh and in a single swift movement, she had switched their positions, the knife discarded in the dirt, the woman's neck exposed. Her hunger was roaring in her ears.
Every night kneeling next to Ollistra, teeth sunk deep into her neck, drinking ravenously, always trying to quell the biting gnawing hunger inside. Never enough. Ollistra wrenching her head away before she could be satisfied. And always staying silent like the good dog she yearned for Ollistra to call her.
But Ollistra wasn't here.
Her fangs found the right vein and bit.
Leela emerged from the undergrowth panting. "I have found a way in that will keep us hidden. There were two guards but I have dealt with them." Then sharply, eyes narrowed at Veklin: "Who's blood is that?"
"One of the locals. I stunned them as they tried to sneak up on me." Veklin huffed. "We have to get moving."
"I don't smell staser fire."
"I don't care." Veklin snapped. "We don't have forever to stand here. Get moving."
Leela's eyes burned though her, head tilted. Then abruptly, she turned on her heel and gestured coldly for Veklin to follow.
Leela's suspicion was not ideal. She should have been more careful. Ollistra would not be pleased.