Chapter 26 - Lack of Faith (Patreon)

“Want to see something cool, ladies?” I asked, throwing a little dig at Sisko, before I extended my hand and the pistol was ripped right out of Kira’s hands and flew into my open palm like I was a fucking Dark Lord of the Sith.

“Seriously, Gothic, what the fuck?!” Kira yelled.

My laughter didn’t help her mood.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” I delivered in that raspy voice Darth Vader was famous for, between laughs.

The open-mouthed looks of confusion and irritation were wonderful to behold.