Warrior's Mess (Part 8 of 10)

Posted on 30 Apr 2015 @ 7:07pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Luke Wyatt & Senior Chief Petty Officer Keval zh'Erinov & Lieutenant JG Grayson Jones & Commander Norvi Stace & Crewman Apprentice Sigrid Thelin

2,340 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Episode 08 - NIMBUS
Location: IKS CharghwI' - Deck 18, Dining Hall
Timeline: MD 01 - 2350 hrs

Previously, on Warrior's Mess (Part 7)...

Then Keval threw a punch at he Klingon's face, but this time instead of feinting, he followed through and was rewarded by the sound of his fist striking Mugh's nose, with enough force to draw blood and force him back.

Mugh did step back, blood flowing slightly from his broken nose. He reached up and in a sickening sound of bone and cartilage he reset his nose. The blood flowed freely now and he licked his lips, tasting it. He smiled, then chuckled. "You don't fight like a Federation officer." He said it less as an accusation and more out of respect. He stepped forward but extended a hand to Keval in the warrior's handshake way.

Keval smiled and shook the offered hand,"Well you do fight like a Klingon," he offered, and I think you may have broken my collar bone. But I kind of like it."

And Now, the Continuation...

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Mugh smiled a toothy Klingon grin. "Yes, I certainly do fight like a Klingon. Good fight, starfleet." he said before turning towards his fellow warriors to lick his wounds and discuss his fight with them.

"Wyatt against one of the Klingons? He ain't gonna win that... Keval here I'll give a winning chance. Andorians are warriors in their own right." Tyrion chuckled brightly, his black eyes fixed on the two Klingons.

"Hey, am I completely out of the running?" Grayson asked, half mockingly.

Tyrion laughed and play-punched the engineer. "Oh, you I see flooring them in under five minutes! You are a right match my dear!"

Grayson blushed slightly at being called dear.

Luke blocked and parried the assault from the Klingon's his age getting the better of him and some of Lurkans hits landed sweetly where they were meant to. Stepping back he once again went in this time with his right leg n a sweeping motion before bring up hi right arm in a upper cut towards the Klingon's chin. His ribs hurt and his nose was bleeding, Luke could feel his body react with bruising but the adrenaline was to much especially with the background chatter he felt even more aggressive, he was a marine after all.

Lurkan stepped into the sweep, which put him quite close to Luke. He didn't anticipate the upper cut, instead he lifted his leg to block the sweep which was more of a kick than a block when his head snapped back from the blow to his chin. He stumbled back momentarily dazed. Knowing his opponent would take advantage of his surprise, he dropped to his knee and as Luke came forward, Lurkan launched his body at the Human in a tackle to the man's midsection lifting him off the ground.

The air was knocked clean out of Luke's chest as the blow sent both he and Lurkan tumbling to the floor. with the Klingon on now ontop of him he had to try ad break free before the massive bulk done any real damage. Twisting at his hip he attempted to break free. His ribs heart from the exchanges of punches and kicks. Luke only narrowly managed to wriggle his way free and now stood opposite his opponent once again.

Stace then found herself off to the side, watching the fray as fists and chairs were flung through the air. Her eyes flared with a little jealously as she wanted to get stuck in as much as the rest of her crew. She crossed her arms and then scrunched up her nose in a gesture of frustration. As she did so, through the air on a downward arc came another bloodwine chalice, the sharp edge of its base slicing into her spotted forehead as she winced and stumbled backwards. Across the room a laughing Klingon roared as Norvi's slender hand flung up to cradle her cut.

"Pretty little warrior! More afraid of carving out a history on her fair skin than one in the field of battle. Weak-willed woman!"

Stace glared as a tear welled up at the corner of her eye. She clenched her fists and steeled herself, gritting her teeth in a grimace. She took a step forward and with a glare in her features challenged the Klingon. "If you want the victorious prize of my honour!" she called out across the din, "then come and claim it instead of bellowing out from that childish laugh!"

Surprised at the woman's feistiness, the Klingon found himself shoved forward by his peers, and suddenly facing the Trill woman. "You are not worthy of my attention," he bellowed, aiming to swat her aside with his large gloved hand.

"Then I pity the feeble woman you take to your bed if you look upon me as weak and not worthy of your time!" Stace challenged, a little spittle foaming at the corners of her upset mouth. "You are less of a Klingon and a coward to throw such a thing at my feet to then not pick up the mantle when called out."

Glowering at the woman who dared call him a coward, the Klingon towered over her. "Name your weapon," he challenged, "or are you to cowardice to fight with honourable weapons?"

"Only a meek and childlike petaQ would resort to the use of weapons!" she called out, now clearly pumped up with adrenaline to the point where she almost lost sense of stature compared to him. She wiped the spittle from her mouth and then the bloodied smear now coating her alabaster forehead. It stung as she furrowed her brow, unsure whether the throwing of the chalice was in itself a challenge or an insult. But she readied herself and levied in her mind that they were in a Klingon challenge area and this is what they did. Her new promotion to First Officer weighed headily upon her mind as she took a step forward. Lead by ceremonial example she thought as she grimaced. To lighten the mood somewhat and project that this was all 'in fun' she added, "I prefer my hands to conquer the mighty!"

The Klingon roared in fury at the insult, the aimed a punch right for her unarmoured chest. Unlike her though, the Klingon was wearing his armour. With one fist going towards her chest, he aimed the other towards her head, anticipating where she might duck away to.

But duck she did and not in the place the Klingon had anticipated. She crouched out to the side and then from below uppercut a blow so clean that her fist connected with his scarred face and pushed him backwards. Her chest panged with an unfamiliar pain as she heaved in a breath and then, on his rock back, swung her feet about his ankle to unsteady him.

Not having expected that underhand move, the large Klingon landed right flat on his butt, though he was quick and scissored his legs around Stace's, aiming to bring her down with him.

And down she came like a sack of bricks. She stumbled and then faltered, laying spread out on her back next to the Klingon who now looked almost twice the size of her, his heaving chest almost double the height of hers. She let out a wince and then a slow, rolling chuckle. She scrunched up her nose, the gash on her forehead and wounded chest and began to laugh hysterically.

The large Klingon just laughed with her before rolling to his feet, grabbing her to haul her up in the same movement. "You fight well," he said proudly.

"As do you!" Stace laughed. "A warrior's heart most definitely beats in your chest! Thank you!"

At the sight of the four fighters, Tyrion grabbed Grayson's arm and started to pull him back a little, out of the way of mowing arms and fists.

Grayson appreciated the touch and for someone to hold him back. It had been a while since someone showed any kind of concern for him and he was, this time, holding back the blush. Then again, Grayson was the type to always over think things, it was probably just an instinctual reaction on Tyrion's part. But that little jolt of butterflies was enough for now. "Thanks," Grayson said, turning to meet Tyrion, trying to keep those emotions from seeping out his uniform but ultimately knowing it would not work.

"You're welcome," the Betazoid replied, flashing him a bright smile. "Never pegged Commander Stace for a fighter though... did you?" His hand was still resting on the chief engineer's arm, rather comfortably, in fact.

Grayson liked the touch and tried not to move to disrupt it, well, the best he could in the middle of what was turning into a bar brawl. "I figured so, somewhere in one of her past hosts there will be a few fight stories." If it wasn't for the fact of their location, Grayson would now be lifting his own hand to brush it against Tyrion's. This time though, knowing full well that emotion would be translated through their touch, Grayson gave a knowing look, as if to say, 'I know that you know I know'. How very high school adolescent.

"Want to go and get something to eat? Before we get mowed down in the frenze? I don't fancy fighting anyone today..."

"Just not gahk," Grayson laughed.

Tyrion just laughed but said nothing.

Just then a a Klingon loomed into view but it was quickly apparent he wasn't approaching Tyrion or Grayson but instead spinning in one spot as he tried to get the blonde curly haired demon spawn off his back. Sigrid held on with a good choke hold from behind as she spun around freely in the air. With the drunken screech of a spurned banshee she threw her head back and screamed, "You broke my nail you slobbering Haark faced gahk for brains!"

Laughing at the sight of Sigrid ridding the back of a Klingon in an impressive chock hold meant that his guard was let down and the next blow would hit the spot again, with his increasing list of injuries he wondered how much longer he could go for however his opponent didn't look like he was at peak performance either. Attempting another attack Luke lunged forward this time a direct approach with hsi fists with two powerful jabs from his right and a swinging left hook finally finished with his right leg coming t trip r atleast unbalance the klingon.

Lurkan was bleeding and holding his left side. The old Klingon panted heavily which seemed to cause him frustration knowing he wasn't young anymore. He wanted the match to end ages ago, but pride and the gaggle of young Klingon's watching, spurred him on past his limits. The first jab caught him in the chin again, and the second jab was swatted out of the air with a block designed more as a punch to Luke's inner bicep rather than a block. The left hook caught Lurkan in the temple. Stars and white light flashed before his eyes from the impact and he missed seeing Luke's leg come up. Lurkan's leg gave out from the impact and he came crashing down on his knee.

Recoiling from the blow to his innder bicep Luke didn't let up, he had blood slathered carelessly across his ripped shirt and face and you could almost see the bruising coming through. Watching as his third strike hit the klingon causing him to go to one knee he whipped around and took the klingon in a throat hold "Yield?" He ask's panting and wheezing as a bit of blood spluttered out from his throat.

If he was going to loose the battle to the younger man he would do so with honour. He stood, struggling against the hold on his neck ignoring the pain. He would yield, only on his feet. "I yield." He said calmly, while staring the other man down stoically.

Suddenly in a whirl of blond curls, squeals and colourful manicured nails, Sigrid came flying through the air just missing Luke. She hit the floor and skidded across on her stomach coming to a stop right at Stace's feet. She rolled onto her back and peered up at the Trill woman with a look of pain. She'd received a small cut to her lip when she hit the floor, but Sigrid attempted to smile through it. "I fink I bit muh tongue." She said somewhat happily.

To Be Continued...

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RADM Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Atlas

CAPT Jonathan Holliday
Commanding Officer
USS Chronos

Ensign T'Vanna Murray
Chief of Operations
USS Aventia

Lieutenant j.g. Naois Mercy
Chief Medical Officer
USS Nautilus
[PNPC T'Vanna]

CPO Tyrion Faye
Intelligence Officer
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

Cadet SO Wintrow Paragon
Helmsman
USS Galileo
[PNPC T'Vanna]

Lieutenant JG Drusilla McCarthy
Assistant Chief Counsellor
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Tuula Voutilainen
Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Ensign K'os Beaumont
Assistant Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Commander Andreus Kohl
Executive Officer
USS Nautilus

LCDR Allyndra Warraquin
First Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Luke Wyatt
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

CPO Keval Grayson
Operations Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Grayson Jones
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Galileo

LTJG Emmarie
Asst. Chief Operations Officer
USS Galileo

PO2 Eva Kovalev
Propulsion Specialist
USS Galileo
[PNPC Zhao]

LCDR Norvi Stace
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

ENS Janna Voutilainen
Stellar Cartographer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant Olsam Mott, M.D.
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Crewman Apprentice Sigrid Thelin
Scientist's Mate
USS Galileo
[PNPC K'os Beaumont]

LTJG Benice Gyce
Security Investigations Officer
USS Galileo

LCDR Dea Mialin
Commanding Officer
USS Aventia

LT Jared Nicholas
Linguist
USS Galileo

LT Min Zhao
Chief Operations Officer
USS Galileo

AMB Solene von Lanthen
Diplomat
USS Galileo
[PNPC Khnailmnae]

CDT Nesh Saalm
Scientist's Mate
USS Galileo
[PNPC Khnailmnae]

Arandon Khnailmnae
Botanist
USS Galileo

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