Okay, this should fix it. I changed the Stardate and left the time stamps as they were. 8>) Compile Summary of Aug. 1 through Aug. 5 -------------------------------------- Stardate: 2407.02.17 (Starbase Geneva - Docking Bay - the Vren family, 0500) (Starbase Geneva, Visitors' quarters, Vren Edra, and USS Mystique Sickbay, CMO Dr Vren Marto, 0900) (USS Mystique - Ten Forward – Asst CSO - Ensign Naraht – 1259) (Starbase Geneva – Promenade – Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) – 2010) (Starbase Geneva – Promenade – AOPS/CONN, Ensign (jg) Ash Physioc – 2013) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ACEO Ensign (sg) Norman Harper- 2143) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ensign (jg) Ammon Ranae - 2144) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ACSO Ensign (sg) Taya - 2145) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - Lt. Mason Garrett - 2146) (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O CTAC Lt.(sg) Jason Dema - 2148) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 2228) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ATAC Ensign (jg) Ammon Ranae - 2229) (USS Mystique, Sickbay - ATAC Ensign(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 2230) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ACSO Ensign (sg) Taya - 2231) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ATAC Ensign (jg) Ammon Ranae - 2232) ______________________________________ Stardate: 2407.02.18 (Starbase Geneva, Docking Bay, the Vren family, 0500) Vren Edra looked around her. "I had no idea the place would be this big!" she breathed. Her elder sister Vren Dama smirked. "No wonder Marto never shows her face back home. We can hardly compete!" Vren Dora, the oldest and the only male sibling, shook his head. "Not true," he pointed out. "Starbase 968 is almost as big." Dama shot him a look. "You know what I mean," she pointed out. "It wouldn't matter where she was stationed, it'd be the same. We'd never see her down on Bajor." Edra sighed. "Don't start all that again," she begged. "Let's just find our quarters and try to remember why we're here?" They made their way over to the waiting security detail and followed them out of the docking bay. ----------------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva, Visitors' quarters, Vren Edra, and USS Mystique Sickbay, CMO Dr Vren Marto, 0900) Vren Edra felt at little nervous as she sat in front of the console. Taking a deep breath, the young Bajoran woman spoke the words that had been going round in her head ever since they had disembarked at some prophet-forsaken early hour of the morning. "I wish to speak to Lt Vren Marto on the USS Mystique," she said. [Connection to USS Mystique established.... connection to USS Mystique Sickbay established....] A petite Bajoran woman, with grey eyes and the same curly brown hair as Edra herself had, wearing a blue uniform came into view on the small screen, Edra flung a glance at Dora and Dama, who both nodded but made no move towards the console. She took another breath. "Hello Marto," she said, her voice a little quiet. Edra hadn't seen her sister since she was about 8 years old, and was unsure what to expect. Marto had come into Sickbay early that morning and had been working hard until a chime interrupted her. [You have an incoming message from Geneva] Marto assumed that is was to do with Captain Winters since she had asked to be kept apprised of her status and immediately accepted. The face that looked out of her screen however wasn't the Geneva CMO. To be honest, Marto at first thought she was looking at herself ten years ago and it took her a second or two to realise who it was. Her mouth fell open as the young woman spoke to her. "Prophets. Edra, is that you? Are you on the station? When did you arrive? Is everyone else there with you?" "Yes, yes, about 4 hours ago and yes," Edra said, breaking into a smile. She still felt a little shy of this oldest sister she had only vague memories of, but the bundle of questions put her so in mind of Dama that she felt a little more at ease. "Dora and Dama are here, and Vedek Harlan, and Tik and Tok too, but they're asleep at the moment. Jora couldn't come, he was busy at work - did you know he's working for the District Administrator now?" Marto listened to Edra talking to her all the while just drinking in her face on the screen. All she could remember was a skinny little girl who would follow her and Dama around the camp, but if she was honest she could still see that same little girl in the woman in front of her. What Edra said did register with Marto but it took her a while for it to sink in. "I'm sorry Jora couldn't come, I would like to have met him. "What do you mean Vedek Harlan? Who is he?" and as the whole of what Edra said finally registered Marto burst out laughing. "Prophets, no please don't tell me that Dama really did call them Tik and Tok? You are joking right?" Edra laughed too. "No, that's just what the family call them. Their real names are Vren Keru and Vren Delan, but somehow those silly names just stuck. As for Vedek Harlan, he's here for the wedding, of course! You can't get married if there isn't a Vedek there to conduct the ceremony," she added seriously. It honestly didn't occur to her that her sister might not have considered that a barrier to getting married, nor that after so many years away she might not even want a Bajoran wedding. Marto's laughter dissolved at Edra's comment about the wedding. To be honest she hadn't really thought a great deal about the ceremony, it just wasn't that important to her. Originally she had decided that since it was important to Travis then fine, she would go with whatever he wanted. That was indeed before she knew here family would be there. Now she was indeed deeply touched that they had brought a Vedek to perform the ceremony, but Prophets, what would Travis and his family have to say to that? "Edra, I'm truly touched that you brought a Vedek, but you do know that I am not marrying a Bajoran, right?" Edra looked a little doubtful. "Ye-es," she said, not daring to look in Dama's direction. She had been rather outspoken on the subject and Edra hoped Dama would not repeat some of the things she had said to Marto's face. She hoped that Dora's little speech about who you loved being more important than what background they came from had sunk in with her, but you could never tell with Dama. "But you're still a Bajoran and surely your fiancé will be happy to do things the proper way?" As the words left her mouth, she almost winced. She hadn't meant to put it quite that bluntly. "Umm, I mean, he's a human and they understand us, don't they? After so many of them in Starfleet helped us after the Occupation, I mean? And the Emissary and all?" Marto watched Edra wince as she spoke and did so herself in sympathy. "Yes, Travis is human Edra, however his adopted family aren't. In fact they're Klingon." Edra's mouth fell open, then she grinned. "You had me going there for a moment," she said. Then she looked closely at Marto's face. "You're not joking, are you?" she said in a quiet tone. Behind her she could hear Dora and Dama arguing fiercely. She raised her voice in an effort to hide it from Marto. "umm, so, he wants a Klingon wedding?" "Over my dead body!" Dama's voice rang out all too clearly. Edra turned around to look at her middle sister fiercely. "Dama, SHUT UP!" Dama lapsed into silence at the unaccustomed tone in her baby sister's voice. Edra turned back to the screen. "Don't mind her," she said. "She's just a little... surprised. Yes, that's it. Surprised. Whatever you want is just fine with us, Marto. We're all very happy for you," she looked back at her siblings. "AREN'T we?" she demanded. "Yeah, sure we are," Dora chimed in, poking Dama in the back. Dama nodded. Marto closed here eyes and sighed deeply. She had heard Dama's comment although Edra had done her best to drown it out. She smiled briefly at Edra. "Thank you Edra." She stressed the word 'you' so that Edra would know exactly what she meant. "And thank Dora for me too, however maybe this is something that we all need to discuss face to face." "Perhaps we should all have lunch together and then we can meet up with Travis and his family and the people we have chosen as our witnesses." Marto knew that last comment would probably cause another explosion from Dama but just didn't care now. "If that's fine with all of you I'll come to your quarters at 1200 hours and we can discuss it then." Her sense of humour finally asserted itself once again and she smiled wickedly at Edra. "Oh and by the way, If Dama still insists on it being over her dead body, remind her that I could probably still arrange that." Edra heaved a sigh of relief. The mention of witnesses sounded good, and she hoped that Dama wouldn't find something else to complain about in that. Knowing her sister as she did, however, she wasn't too hopeful that nothing more would be said on the subject. Indeed, Dama opened her mouth but Dora held up a finger and she kept quiet. Edra laughed. "I'll tell her," she said, a gleam of amusement in her eyes. "And 1200 will be just fine. I plan to go out and have a look around the station promenade, I hear they have some really unusual shops. But I'll be sure to be back by 1200!" Marto shook her head, how could she put this without it sounding like the occupation all over again. "Edra, please be careful. There have been problems recently on the station and at present it's not entirely safe for non-humans to go wandering about on their own. I would suggest that you don't go out until I arrive to be honest, but if you really insist then take some of the security contingent with you please. Will you promise me?" Edra smiled in what she meant to be a reassuring manner. "I know, Captain Girabaldi told us. Marto, don't worry. I spent the first 13 years of my life avoiding trouble from Cardassian p'taqs who wanted nothing more than to hurt me or kill me for fun. And I haven't forgotten what I learned then," she added soberly. "But if it makes you feel better then I promise to ask someone to come with me, OK?" Marto smiled back at her and fell into the rhythm of their childhood speech, short as it had been. "I know little one, believe me no-one knows better than us what it is like, but take more than one someone please when every any of you leave your quarters." Edra sighed. "OK, if it makes you happy, more than one someone. I promise, word of a Vren!" she added, using their childhood promise to show she meant it. Marto's face broke into a smile at that comment, although it was a bitter-sweet smile. She remembered Dama and Dora using that comment to her when she left to join the resistance and promised that she would be back. Marto had refused to use it back. How could she. She really had no idea whether she would ever see them again. To hear it now from Edra brought back a lot of old memories. "Right little one, 1200 it is. I'll finish up everything here before then and we can all spend the rest of the day together." Edra nodded. "That sounds good, Marto. We're all looking forward to seeing you again! We've all got a lot of catching up to do!" Marto nodded, "Fine I'll see you all soon. Oh, and tell Dama that if it makes her feel any better I have a little something for Tik and Tok that might lift her mood." (reply any, none) (Posted by Marylin and Liz) -------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Ten Forward – Asst CSO - Ensign Naraht – 1259) “In the meantime, I am hoping to go to the station soon and investigate the shops’ wares there. I will need to purchase a gift for Dr. Vren Marto and I don’t know what to give them as a wedding present. I would like your help as I am unsure what would be appropriate.” Naraht said. "Sure, I'm sure we can find Miss Marto something." Ash said smiling “Physioc, after my shift ends today, I will be free for a few days. I can collate and extrapolate no more conclusions from the small amount of data from the planet we visited for such a short time. We’ll just have to go back to collect more data. While there I didn’t even get to tunnel, and I really want to get the flavor of the place. The planet’s magnetic fields pulled on me so oddly…,” Naraht’s voice trailed off in thought. "Oddly? In what way?" asked Physioc. “There are no words yet that I have found in Galactic Standard to explain it, Physioc. It does not translate as no stalks have that particular magnetic sensing ability. Maybe I will find a way to explain it if we can get back to the planet and I can gather more data. Lt. Ketal had another stalk in our department send out a probe, so maybe I will be able to look at the data from that soon. Oh well, there is nothing I can do much from here.” Naraht waved his phalange with good humor. “We must find female companionship for you soon. Perhaps we can find a female stalk of your choice on board the station as I know I am obviously not suitable. When would you like to go to acquire suitable wedding gifts?” “Whenever you’re ready is fine with me,” said Physioc. “How about tomorrow after I have made sure to have my morning meal? I have already slept plenty for this week. So I am full of energy! I wish to explore the station and see whatever there is to see and do ‘shopping’. I have never been on this station before. But now I must hurry back and finish my duty shift. I shall look for you at around 0800.” (Reply Physioc IYW) Naraht rumbled happily out of Ten Forward and trundled down the corridors back to the Life Sciences Lab. He was looking forward to seeing more than his own cave and getting something really special for Dr. Vren. He had no idea what to purchase for her intended mate and hoped Physioc would help him with that too. Gift giving was such a strange custom. Naraht was still struggling to wrap his mind around the possession of so many things. Stalks often had so much clutter within their lives that Naraht wondered how they could keep track of it all without losing it. Owning so many personal objects must make their lives difficult to keep in order. He was aware of Lt. Ketal’s observing him, as he made sure the lab was always straightened up before he left, no matter what the status had been when he first arrived. Sometimes he cleaned it up before he started working his shift too. Naraht found he enjoyed making order out of any chaos. He found it often helped him to clear his mind and he could think more clearly when he began working. Naraht had at first found it difficult to work around so many objects early on in his Academy training, but practice and becoming accustomed to his environment helped to make him more deft. He very rarely dropped anything now. Pitching baseballs had helped to strengthen and increase flexibility in his longer phalange. He had more endurance in holding his main phalange up very high to reach the counters and consoles and accomplish any tasks. But he found he still preferred to have his PADD held in place by his shorter phalanges at floor or ground level to enter data, while keeping his main phalange up above him to watch the progress of any experiments and tests he was conducting. Now he was eager to get back to the lab as he normally did not take any breaks, finding himself so fascinated by what he was doing and eager to correlate the results that time would often pass with the speed of a pitcher’s fastball. -------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva – Promenade – Asst CSO Ensign Naraht (jg) – 2010) “Great Molten Lava!” exclaimed Naraht. “I don’t think I have ever seen so many stalks gathered in one place before!” He and Ashlitu Physioc were strolling along the Promenade just beginning their shopping adventure. Naraht knew a lot of people were staring at him and were often startled or surprised, but he had someone with him. He was a little nervous, never having been in such a large crowd of strangers outside of the Academy, but he knew it would be alright. Most people generally didn’t want to hurt him once they met him and talked to him. He thought it might be better though if they stepped into a shop soon as they were beginning to gather a following. “Hey Physioc, let’s go into the next store and see what’s there. I think we seem to be attracting a little more attention than I like.” (Reply Physioc) The small but quaint Royale Street art store had colorful large paintings on its walls and sculptures both abstract and realistic on tall boxes and on the floor. Naraht plopped himself motionless in the middle of the floor to get a look around the place, trying to comprehend what these objects were all about. ~The colors are bright and the objects are those that are thought to be decorative,~ thought Naraht. The store proprietor walked up to Physioc and Naraht. She was a tiny short birdlike human woman. “What a lovely piece of sculpture! What a clever way to move it about easily, with a built in antigrav unit! My clientele would love this,” she said seriously to Physioc. “Are you the artist?” she asked with great enthusiasm, smiling. (Reply Physioc) “Well, no matter. I’m offering you 75,000 credits for it. It is truly a masterwork,” said the proprietor. “I am not for sale,” said Naraht firmly. The woman’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Naraht moved closer to one of the sculptures. “However, thank you for the compliment! I am a sentient being called a Horta. I am looking for something suitable as a wedding gift for two of our shipmates. What do you think might be appropriate, madam?” questioned Naraht. The proprietor drew back with her eyes dark startled pools in her chalky face. “I have felt art speaking to me before, but it was never like this.” She visibly blanched and backed away when Naraht’s main phalange unfurled out from underneath him and he pointed to one of the sculptures. “How much is this?” asked Naraht. The store owner shook her head and recovered her composure. She began to smile and chuckled appreciatively. “What a fantastic piece of interactive art you have built and programmed! You are too modest!” she insisted to Physioc. “Why I’ll offer you 100,000 credits for it!” (Reply Physioc) “Madam, I am a Horta, a sentient being! I am not a piece of art, nor am I for sale!” said Naraht sternly. “Please answer my question.” She frowned disapprovingly. “Sir, for all the quality of your work you should not have programmed it to be so stubborn.” With that, she turned sharply and with her head held high, minced into her office, her high heeled shoes clicking on the polished floor like a radiation detector in overload. Naraht watched her disappear into her office, slamming the door behind her. He turned to Physioc. “Perhaps we should take our credits elsewhere.” (Reply Physioc) (Posted by Sheila) --------------------------- (Starbase Geneva – Promenade – AOPS/CONN, Ensign (JG) Ash Physioc – 2013) Ash was walking down Geneva's promenade with Naraht. He was more busy with looking around Geneva's structure than worrying about the mass amount of people who were around them. He could feel Naraht worrying about the amount of people there, so when He said: “Hey Physioc, let’s go into the next store and see what’s there. I think we seem to be attracting a little more attention than I like." It came to no surprise for Ash. "Yeah sure. Lets head in" Ash said as they made there way in. It was rather weird for Ash. Being in such an environment ment that he was feeling a lot of stray emotions, some of them could overwhelm him. He was forced to put up his telepathic and empathic shields. He didn't want to go and faint of something on Geneva. As Ash and Naraht walked in, a woman walked up to them. Ash didn't like the look of her. She seemed rather snobby and out of date. Only time would tell if he was right. “What a lovely piece of sculpture! What a clever way to move it about easily, with a built in antigrav unit! My clientele would love this,” she said seriously to Physioc. “Are you the artist?” she asked with great enthusiasm, smiling. Ash raised an eyebrow, he looked around the shop to figure out what the woman was talking about and to make sure she was talking to him. He looked again at the woman who was early staring at Naraht. "Wha? Noo This is no sculpture. No artist could Sculpt a real life Horta Miss. And neither am I an artist. This is Naraht the Horta" He said beaming, "And who would you be?" "Well, no matter. I’m offering you 75,000 credits for it. It is truly a masterwork,” said the proprietor. Ash raised his eyebrow again. "LOOK," He almost shouted getting frustrated this time, "HE..." Ash was cut off by Naraht. “I am not for sale,” said Naraht firmly. The woman’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Naraht moved closer to one of the sculptures. “However, thank you for the compliment! I am a sentient being called a Horta. I am looking for something suitable as a wedding gift for two of our shipmates. What do you think might be appropriate, madam?” questioned Naraht. Ash looked back at the woman, and almost laughed. The woman looked like she had seen a ghost. ~Oh dear...~ The woman mumbled something and then backed away as Narahts phalange withdrew and pointed to a sculpture and asked how much it was. Ash was too amused to say anything what so ever. If he didn't have at least a modicum of control over himself he would have wet himself by now with laughter. “What a fantastic piece of interactive art you have built and programmed! You are too modest!” she insisted to Physioc. “Why I’ll offer you 100,000 credits for it!” Ash looked down to Naraht for a second wondering if he was thinking what Ash was thinking. They could scam this woman big time, and she would never know. ~Hmmmm~ “Madam, I am a Horta, a sentient being! I am not a piece of art, nor am I for sale!” said Naraht sternly. “Please answer my question.” ~Obviously Not~ Ash thought to himself. He decided to step in before his 'artwork' and this Woman got nasty with each other. "I'm sorry, Miss. But no. I'm afraid I cant sell Naraht to you. It wouldn't be right for me to do so," He then leaned into the woman and said. "Plus unless you can beat 1 million credits its a no buy. I'm afraid Narahts to valuable to my buyers." The woman looked down at Naraht again, She frowned disapprovingly. “Sir, for all the quality of your work you should not have programmed it to be so stubborn." She then turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her. Naraht turned to Physioc. “Perhaps we should take our credits elsewhere.” Ash nodded in approval. "Perhaps we should. Were would you like to go to next, Mr. Naraht?" Ash asked delightfully. Maybe this Horta could be some fun afterall... As they exited the shop Ash said, "What sort of gift are you looking for, for Miss Marto? I myself should get something for Mr. Keswick. It might even the battle field out between us to" Ash said. (Reply Naraht) (Posted by Jono) --------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ACEO Ensign (sg) Norman Harper- 2143) Norm entered the bar, attracted by the noises sounding down the hall. He had run into several rapidly racist pepople while onboard the station, and was now readying himself for whatever was inside. As he rounded the corner into the bar, the sight of the brawl hit him like a wall. There was nothing like a good fight to get his blood running, in fact he had only recently managed to curb the habit of jumping into spontaneous brawls. He looked around at the familiar faces of his crewmates and faught the want to jump in and plant his fist into the stomach of a Klingon. However, the sight of Mason wedged between two angry Klingons broke his cool. He ran toward them, his hands already clentched into tight square fists. He reached out for on of the Klingons, pulling him away with all his strength, not managing to make much of a difference in the Klingon's position. He said not a word before he planted his fist into the exposed stomach. His old habits began to return and he lost himself in the rush of a fight. He had forgotten the feeling, but now it hit him in full force - the adrenaline, the energy, the excitement. He looked over to Mason, grinned and nodded just before he took a fist to his jaw. He ignored the blood spilling down his chin from his split lip and scrambled over to Mason. "What's this about?" He half growled. (reply Mason) (posted by Justine) ------------------------------------ (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ATAC Ensign (Jg) Ammon Ranae - 2144) The Klingon that Ranae had confronted had returned to his comrades to aid them in their brawling. Now what should she do? There was a brawl going on between Klingons and Starfleet personnel. Most of the starfleet were outnumbered. She prayed to the Prophets that the Security team would arrive shortly and break it up. ~Hardly honorable!~ She thought as she watched the melee. Then she looked around for the captain. but there was no sign of him. Apparently he had left so she couldn't take her cue from him, and she couldn't just stand there and watch when her fellow crew members were outnumbered, nor was she going to leave. If she did that, she would feel guilty and disloyal, but if she did it might end up on her record, and that wasn't good at the beginning of a career, but when it came to choices there really only was one, and when another starfleet hurtled into the fray, taking a Klingon down with what looked like a flying tackle and ending up hurtling again... but this time into a table of onlooking Klingons with an almighty crash that made Ranae wince. ~That had to hurt!~ She knew he was in trouble as the cursing, angry Klingon pair reached down and grabbed his uniform front and back. Another man quickly rushed in to help his crewmate. He reached for one of the Klingons and pulling him away with all his strength, but it didn't make much of a difference in the Klingon's position but it was enough for him to planted his fist into the exposed stomach, only to get a hefty punch in the jaw. ~Nothing for it then.~ With a wild battle cry, Ensign Ammon leaped into the midst of the fray and began by head-butting a Klingon in the mid-section. One thing she had inherited from her father's race was a very hard head, most likely as hard if not as knobbly as a Klingon's. He went down heavy, the wind knocked out of him and she whirled to give her foot the momentum to slam into his head as he tried to get up, knocking him out cold. She rounded on another, her eyes fierce, lips drawn back from her teeth in a menacing snarl as she crouched and prepared to fight him..... No, not him... it was a female, and a magnificent looking one at that. Like Ranae, there was hardly an ounce of fat on her, she was all muscle and at least two heads taller than Ranae, but that didn't daunt the feisty half-breed. They faced off, circling each other warily, assessing each other. The Klingon female had the advantage of height over Ranae, but she also weighed more so would be slower to some degree, and she knew that Ranae was at least an advanced martial arts adept. Finally, with a blood-curdling roar, the Klingon lunged at Ranae, swinging her right arm to smash into the ATAC head, but the half-breed deftly ducked and sidestepped, grabbing the female's arm as she did so, and as the Klingon's momentum carried her forward, Ranae twisted her arm up her back and shoved her hard, sending the cursing woman slamming into the wall headfirst. That was the last thing she remembered apart from seeing stars as she fell face down on the deck. ------------------------ (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 2145) Taya watched the brawl go on while sipping her drink. She looked around and it seemed that the only people in the shining star lounge were the crew of the Mystique and the Klingons they were brawling with. She watched as somebody went down on the floor with what appeared to be a very nasty thump. She sighed and stood up knowing that as soon as she entered this fight that she was going to be knocked unconscious. ~O well it will take me back a few years~ Taya walked over to one of the Klingons who had just disposed of his opponent and tapped him on the back. "Excuse me one moment," Taya said before she punched him square in the jaw and pulled her leg round the klingons. She leaned in and pulled the Klingon to the floor, however due to the Klingons superior strength and weight he pulled her down too. The Klingon hit his head on a table leg and was knocked unconscious, Taya smiled a smile that soon turned into a grimace as pain shot through her right arm where she had used it to help her fall. She looked at it and saw bone coming through the skin surrounded by blood. Another wave of pain hit and just as she fainted the word "p'tach" came out of her lips. --------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - Lt. Mason Garrett - 2146) The two growling Klingons pulled Mason from the floor and held him aloft. He could smell the bloodwine inthe rumbling belch of one of his assailant mingledwith a putrid odor of some half-digested meal buried in the Klingon’s gut. The one in front of him glare fiercely at the human who'd interrupted their drinking binge. The next moment, someone else was wearing a Starfleet uniform tore at the Klingon in front of Mason and slammed a fist into the alien's gut. The surprised Klingon staggered backward and fell. A befuddled grunt came from Mason's other opponent and the human was dropped to the floor. Mason landed on his feet and seized on the moment. Drivig his body in a quick backward motion, Mason thrust the back of his head into the Klingon's nose, a painful maneuver for both attacker and target but it staggered the Klingon long enough for Mason to perform a quick sweep that brought the warrior crashing to the floor. Going throuh his "quieting" disciplines to calm his rushing adrenaline, Mason quickly searched for anyone else that might want to attack and saw the chaos that had erupted inside the Shining Star. He was quietly thanking his friend Ensign Bartok for the many hoursof Klingon workout programs provided on the holodeck; then his eyes fell on Norm Harper. The ACEO looked as if he was almost enjoying the whole scenario or at least relishing the rush of his own adrenaline. "What's this about?" Harper said above the rumbling dynne around them. "I think it started with one or two surly Klingons with more bloodwine...LOOK OUT!" Even as he spoke, looking past Norm at the Klingon the other officer had just knocked down, Norm was looking past him with equal alarm. Both young men turned away from each other to see their former opponents staggering toward them. Mason braced himself for the forward attack but was surprised by the back assault as Norm and the other Klingon grappled right into him. Mason fell into his drunken opponent with enough force to send them both to the floor. The human tried to roll away, but the Klingon grabbed an arm with an iron grip and swung a massive, if badly aimed, fist. The blow grazed Mason's jaw and he returned with an kick just above the Klingon's knee. His nearly prone position made the attack awkward, but effective enough to break the alien's hold. Mason rolled to his feet wrestling with his own anger. The Klingon thundered a curse and tried to rise putting most of his weight on his one good leg. Interlocking fingers with both his hands, Mason whirled around drawing momentum and struck a hard blow on the side of the Klingon's bony head. Mason felt something pop and pain burned through the nerves of his arm. The Klingon swayed a moment, this time from more than just the bloodwine then fell and lay still. Though considerably relieved, Mason had little time for a respite. The other Klingon held Norm in a solid choke hold. Mason drove himself feet first into the second assailant, knocking the latter away from Ensign Harper. The Klingon grappled with the concious human and managed to strike a hard blow to Mason's left eye then quickly threw him aside. Rising the Klingon grabbed the larger piece of a table-top broken in two lying nearby. Eyes with frenzied anticipation of a kill, he lifted it over the prone human ready to use the jagged edge for a fatal blow. Mason rolled aside as the makeshift weapon crashed downward and splintered against the floor. The Klingon glanced at the ugly dagger-sized shard still in his hand and advanced on Mason again. Another uniformed officer ran up to the Klingon from behind and struck him in the back of the head with something long and metallic. The Klingon reeled around, howling with pain as he stumbled. The officer, mostly obscured from Mason's view by the hulking Klingon, struck again and the large warrior fell, his contorted face splattered with his own purple blood. (Reply: any) (Posted by David) --------------------------------------- (Starbase Geneva - Shining Star Lounge - 2O CTAC Lt.(sg) Jason Dema - 2148) Jason was still strugling with the Klingon, who was at an advantage right now. The drunk Klingon tried to punch him, but luckily for Jason there were a lot of misses. With only his left arm to defend himself, Jason did have to take some punches on his face. Trying to dodge a hit, Jason saw Taya also engaging in a fight, witnessing her fall, and the breaking of her arm, got Jason's adrenaline rushing. In an attempt to break free, he brought the Klingon out of balance, and was able to puch him over. He grabbed a bottle from a nearby table, and smashed it to bits on his face. Before rushing to Taya, he grabbed his phaser for later use, and went to check on her. Seeing she had fainted, Jason picked her up carefully, and brought her to safety, near the door to the lounge. He lay her down on one of the available couches, and gently clearing her face from her hair. "I'll be right back." He said, and turned back to the lounge, wich was already escalating to a barbaric barfight. He positioned himself where he could see everything, and where no one could snuck up on him. Grabbing his small phaser, he put up a loud, commanding voice. "This has gone far enough!!!" He bellowed. "The next one to make a move will be shot, this is your last warning!!!" As he could've guessed, a stubborn Klingon wasn't in the mood to let this fight stop, and tried to make a go for Jason, too bad for him, Jason wasn't into a joke at that moment and fired a stun-shot at the Klingon. "That's the first, anyone who wants to go next?" Jason paused for a while before continueing. "Good, now we'll wait till security arrives, and they'll decide what happens next." Jason was hoping that the slacking officers on this station would come soon, since Taya still needed medical attention, and Jason wasn't really acting out his function, but rather his former function. Also, he hoped no one else was stupid enough to try and attack anyone. (reply any) (posted by Anthony Struelens) (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 2228) Taya sat on one of the biobeds holding her arms across her chest waiting for someone to come and sort it out. She casually looked around the room noting the various people unconscious on the biobeds. She turned to the biobed next to her when she heard a groan. The person occupying the bed had sat up and felt the back of their head. ~Ouch~, Taya thought when she saw the lump on the woman's head. ~That has to hurt~ "Hey," Taya whispered. "What happened to you?" (Reply Ammon Ranae) (Posted by Chris Barton) -------------------------------- (USS Mystique, Sickbay - ATAC Ensign(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 2229) Ranae woke up aboard the Mystique, in sickbay. Her head was pounding and it felt like she'd been hit with a two ton bat. She groaned and lifted a hand to the back of her head, wincing as she touched it. There was a goose-egg the size of an ostrich egg, at least that's how it felt. Her groan attracted some attention and one of the medical personnel approached. (Reply Any in brawl and Any in sickbay) (posted by Sal) --------------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ATAC Ensign(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 2230) Ranae had slowly sat up uttering a groan as she did so, and gingerly felt the back of her head. It hurt like blazes and she felt like she'd been run over by an angry Horta, but with a strange kind of masochism she just couldn't stop touching the enormous bump. "Hey," A soft voice from the next bed whispered. "What happened to you?" Wincing as a sharp pain zapped through her head, she lifted it to see who was speaking. On the biobed next to hers, sat a petite and pretty, young human woman with gorgeous red hair. She was holding her arms across her chest and her right arm was cradled by her left. Ranae almost shuddered when she saw why... the raw bone was sticking out of her right arm, and the torn sleeve was drenched in blood. ~Ouch! Compared to that, my injury is nothing~ Ranae thought. "I got sucker punched or hit with a sledgehammer from behind in a bar brawl. Feels more like the latter....You?" (Reply Taya) (Posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------ (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ACSO Ensign SG Taya - 2231) Taya saw the woman's face slightly contort as she looked at her arm, Taya smiled to let her know that she was alright, ~Damn does it hurt though~ "I got sucker punched or hit with a sledgehammer from behind in a bar brawl. Feels more like the latter....You?" Taya smiled again, "Just remind me not to try and take any Klingons out when they can damn well take you with them. I blocked my fall with my arm and the force and pressure must have just got it at a weird angle and...well you've seen it. At least the Klingon got knocked out though...makes me feel like I didn't do it nothing." "God!" Taya turned at the sound of a raspy male voice to see Norman Harper was awake. "Is this sick bay, or the end of the word?" Taya smiled again, "depends on what happened to you i guess....so what did happen to you and if you want I trade sights of the injury" Taya laughed slightly but rapidly stopped when she felt pain in her ribs and the jostling of her arm caused that to spasm in pain as well. (Reply Ranae, Harper) (Posted by Chris Barton) ---------------------------------------- (USS Mystique - Sickbay - ATAC Ensign(Jg) Ammon Ranae - 2232) "I got sucker punched or hit with a sledgehammer from behind in a bar brawl. Feels more like the latter....You?" The petite redhead smiled, "Just remind me not to try and take any Klingons out when they can damn well take you with them. I blocked my fall with my arm and the force and pressure must have just got it at a weird angle and...well you've seen it. At least the Klingon got knocked out though...makes me feel like i didn't do it nothing." "God!" Someone exclaimed from a short distance away. Like Taya, Ranae turned at the sound of a raspy voice to see a male colleague looking over at them from where he lay on another biobed. "Is this sick bay, or the end of the world?" Taya smiled again, "depends on what happened to you I guess....so what did happen to you and if you want I trade sights of the injury" Taya laughed slightly but stopped abruptly and Ranae noticed her wince slightly, as if laughing had caused her pain. "If you're hurting then you're in sickbay or hell!" Ranae said and started to laugh only to stop abruptly herself, as the laughing did exacerbate the throbbing in her head so badly, she thought her head was about to explode. The thought of her brains raining down on everyone around was just so funny she had to laugh despite the pain, wrapping her arms around her head as if that would lessen the discomfort. ~At least it will hold my brains in.~ She laughed more. "Oh stop me, it hurts too much to laugh." She cried amidst painful giggles and groans. (Reply Taya, Harper) (Posted by Sal) ------------------------------------------ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com -USS Hades Star Trek: Freedom - http://www.startrekfreedom.com