War'en looked past Dr. Smith's advancing form to the other side of the room. Next to the bed, underneath his discarded Starfleet uniform, was a phaser that he'd been given by Captain Amana. War'en wished he had gone for the phaser instead of trying to escape out of the room.
"Who are the Gnostics?" he asked, trying to keep his assailant talking.
"We seek the knowledge of the Nephilim, so that we may become one with them," responded Dr. Smith, whose voice had taken on a wavering tone that almost bordered on ecstasy. "We serve them in all that we do, and AS I DO NOW!"
Dr. Smith lunged again at War'en, raising the hypospray to his neck. War'en lept to the side away from the hypospray and, though he evaded the doctor's attack, he slammed into a wall that was just a few feet from the door. By this point, however, adrenaline was fueling War'en and helped keep him focused. He spun from the wall and sprinted for the pile of clothes next to the bed. The doctor, not to be deterred, turned after him and made a grab for his legs. Both War'en and the doctor crashed to the floor. The doctor raised the hypospray one more time and brought it down on War'en's leg. War'en felt the cold touch of the hypospray again his skin just as he pulled the phaser out from under the clothes and fired at the doctor, sending him into unconsciousness immediately.
The hypospray fell from the doctor's limp hand and clattered to the floor. War'en turned over and pulled himself into a sitting position against the bed, his breathing still fast and deep as he looked at Dr. Smith's still form. He only looked up from him when he heard voices come from the other side of the door a few moments later.
"I can't open the door!"
Red...?
"Step away. I have an override code," came a quieter voice that War'en could barely hear.
"Talona, Maggie, cover me after Captain Amana opens the door. Dr. Redwing, stand by and keep watch for anyone that approaches," ordered Oren-De.
"War'en? Are you alright in there?" sounded Red's voice again.
"I'm fine..." he said, but it came out much quieter than he had intended. I'm fine...
The door slid open and a phaser rifle poked through into the room. Oren-De slid out from the frame and made a quick visual pass of the room. Upon seeing that there were no live threats, he looked over at War'en. "Are you alright, Mr. Lok?"
War'en nodded and finally found his voice. "Yes, I'm fine. This was the only attacker", he said motioning to the prone form next to him.
Oren-De motioned back to the door for the others to come in. Red rushed into the room, followed by the others. He brought his medical tricorder to bear on War'en and let out a word of relief in Navajo. "No injuries. War'en, what did that guy try to do to you?"
"He tried injecting me with something in that hypospray," replied War'en, motioning to the discarded instrument.
Red frowned and gave it a once-over with his tricorder. His eyes went wide at the reading. Talona looked at him in concern. "Red? What's wrong?"
"This hypospray is filled with 1,5-dichlorotamiryx, more commonly known as DCT. It's an incredibly potent nuerotoxin that was developed by the Cardassians for use against species like the Vorta that are immune to most other poisons. Luckily the hypospray is still full, but if he had injected you with this War... there'd be nothing left of you now..."
Everyone looked at War'en in silence until Amana spoke up. "I'm glad that you're safe, Mr. Lok. I know that you have a difficult day ahead of you tomorrow, but I would like to debrief you as soon as possible."
War'en simply nodded. Red looked up at Amana from his position next to War'en. "It wouldn't be a good idea to place stress on him this close to the Joining. I... I should stay here to monitor his vitals."
Maggie and Talona exchanged looks at the weak excuse. Oren-De studied Red before looking over at Amana. "Dr. Redwing is an excellent physician. I think you should take his advice, if only to avoid a confrontation with Starfleet Medical when they find out you used one of their dormitories as a trap for an assassin."
Amana nodded with a small smile on her face. "I understand. Thank you for the advice, Commander Oren-De. However, I request the rest of you leave while I conduct the debriefing."
Maggie, Talona, and Oren-De nodded. They said their good-byes and good wishes to War'en, then took their leave. As Amana began to question War'en, Red looked at his tricorder and thanked the spirits that War'en was still with him.