Cool Water Flowing over Metal

Posted on 31 Jul 2012 @ 12:56am by Ambassador Si'tar Del'an
Edited on on 31 Jul 2012 @ 1:02am

953 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: USS Galileo - Corridors
Timeline: MD-07: 2250 hours

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The door to Del'an's quarters slid open and she stepped outside. Her hair was tied back to keep it out of the way and she wore a black outfit that sat loosely but hugged her form, a comfortable piece that would not hinder her movement. Her steps were swift, carrying her to a point on the ship she had to reach, a knowledge she arrived at half by intuition. Her student was coming, and she would be in danger.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she saw the back of Mor'an's head disappearing around a corner and no sign of Klingons. She had arrived in time. She moved to the confluence of passages and stood there, closing her eyes and listening to the world around her.

The Klingons came, five of them, and she opened her eyes to meet their gazes at the same time they saw her. With a battle cry, they charged, raising their Bat'leths to strike down the alien woman blocking their path so calmly. She supposed they might admire her bravery, the stray thought flitting through her mind without really being paid heed. She saw one of the warriors in the back raise his disruptor, but she remained still, waiting until they were almost upon her. Then she moved.

She became fluid, an ever changing dance. She felt the blade of the first warrior's bat'leth as her fingers ran over its side like water over rocks, changing its path until it flew passed her. By then, she was against the bulkhead, the other warrior's head shielding her from the disruptor. As the two in the lead made to attack her again, she flowed passed them and was in the midst of the five. Her mind felt as sharp and clear as a crystal spring in winter. The movements of the Klingons seemed slow by comparison; she knew their minds were clouded with their rage, a powerful weapon, but not as powerful as the still pool that was her mind.

The first to fall was the one with the disruptor. Her palm struck his hand and he cried out as it went numb, the disruptor falling uselessly to the ground. She ducked, letting the bat'leth behind her swing over her back as she twisted on one foot, letting the heel of the other strike her opponent's thigh and send him to his knees. The third collapsed when she twisted his bat'leth out of his hands and struck the back of his neck, disrupting the path of neural energy between his brain and the rest of his body.

"You are a worthy opponent," declared the rough voice of the remaining klingon, and she knew the last one had been sent to chase down Mor'an. But she knew the younger Tarkanan could handle herself. "But you will not defeat me so easily without a blade."

Del'an became still again, her soft eyes meeting the hard ones of the warrior. "Battles are fought with minds, not weapons," she told him.

"We shall see." But he did not attack her. He was wary, she realized, already having learned enough not to attack her first and let her change the flow of his attack and turn it against him. But she too could wait. She closed her eyes and knew the Klingon must be hesitating, still wary even though his instincts told him she was asking for death.

"I did not think you would hesitate," she told him, a smile tugging the corners of her lips.

It was just enough to bring him to attack without entering a greater rage. But he did not take the bat'leth he carried. Instead, he grabbed two mek'leths, one in each hand, and sliced at her from both sides. She moved again, twisting away and reaching for his arm, but he moved too quickly and brought the blades up to block her. She did not touch him. The klingons on the floor were picking themselves up and coming at her from either side. As the one tried to stand, finding his leg without feeling, she leaped over him, touching his back as she landed behind him. He gasped and collapsed before her.

The one with the mek'leths attacked again, swinging high with one and low with the other. She fell backwards to avoid his attack and slipped her leg out to trip him and he went tumbling. She practically pounced on the klingon fumbling with the disruptor in his good hand, striking his chest with her palm so that he too went out.

The Tarkannan woman picked herself up and twisted around, kicking her foot out to strike the knuckles of one hand on the mek'leth wielder. He grimaced and she struck his shoulder, but his thick armored shoulder pads protected him from her touch and he swung his other blade around towards her side. It never reached its destination, but as her fingers slid over the flat of the blade and his hand, redirecting its flow, she smiled at him. The blade struck the bulkhead behind her. Realizing she was too close to him, he thrust his other blade up towards her chest in a desperate attempt, but she blocked it with her forearm, sending it too into the wall on the other side of her.

"You are a worthy opponent," she agreed, caressing his throat and neck before finishing him. He shuddered as her touch reached his nerves and collapsed against her. Pushing him away, she glanced down the hall where the fifth klingon had gone, but did not follow. Instead, she turned back the way she had come, to her room where she had been meditating.

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Si'tar Del'an
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