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Meeting with the counselor

Posted Oct. 19, 2020, 7:02 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) (Leonora V)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Meeting with the counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Surda (Chief of Security / RTF) in Meeting with the counselor
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Surda laughed. “Darling, please. You can’t afford me.” She ducked under the woman’s arm, and slammed her head into the wall. She grinned, looking over to Casela for a moment. “Like I said! Just like home!” She grabbed the Andorian’s arm, flipping it backwards until it was nearly dislocated. “I do see what you mean about them being bad at hand-to hand.” She grabbed the other arm twisting it similarly. “Did you know Orions are stronger than nearly every other humanoid race? Andorians included.” Surda held both of her hands in one hand, then pressed down on the back of her neck with the other. She let go, and the woman dropped to the ground, unconscious. “5 seconds knocks them out, 15 kills them.” She was speaking to the unconscious body on the floor, as well as to herself.

Surda strode over to the man on the wall, reclaiming the knife above his head. Some of her hair had come out of her braid, and she frowned as she pulled it back out of her face. She apparently needed a better hairstyle. She walked merrily over to Casela. “What’s the matter? Large, drunk, Klingon men not your type?”
-Surda, CoS

The drunk Klingon got up off the floor laughing happily at the turn of events. “TWO OF YOU!” Casela chuckled. “Not really. I don’t like sharing.” The Klingon reached out both arms trying to get each of them in one arm. Casela dropped took out his knee and he landed on his knees swaying drunkenly. Casela raised a brow at Surda. “He’s all yours.” She turned and with a very quick uppercut to the jaw took out a Cardassian woman coming up with a knife. She dropped in a daze. Casela reached over and as if she was going to give the woman a one armed hug, she pinched her neck and she dropped. “My mentor taught me the Vulcan nerve pinch. Useful in so many situations.”
She looked around at the fallen bodies. “Aww, I’m going to have to add more people. This didn’t take five minutes!” She sounds utterly disappointed. Casela looked around, “Computer! Level 2!” She reached down and picked up the fan she’d discarded.

The barkeep tried taking a shot, aimed bad, and it took out a window shattering it. There was lots of noise and screaming and shouts outside. Then the doors opened. The local ‘police’ showed up. Lots of numbers, but not anything formal. What you would find in most border towns. People who like power. “Oh look, the ladies like trouble.” One of them laughed sauntering over.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda smirked. “Sharing can be fun.” She shrugged and knocked the Klingon into the bar. She was ready to hit him again, but he didn’t get back up. She sighed. “Seven minutes.” Surda stepped up behind Casela, scuffing her foot on the ground to announce her presence.
-Surda, CoS
OOC: Okay we need music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08PlFN2QdGs&list=RD09CYGk9DQTw&index=21 The video isn’t too bad either. And this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTRs4Kw66GU
IC:
Casela grinned. It had been a long time since she did any partner sparing. Actually scratch that, never, not since T’Jal and F’actar had shown her how it was done. Casela eyed the 6 bad boys who had just walked through the door. “You want tall dark and brooding or the blonde pretty boy?”

It was very much a pack mentality. Casela walked right up to the speak, brash as ever, and laid one hand on his chest. “Oh sweetie, you can’t handle my kind of trouble.” And then excecuted a beautiful hip throw that tossed him right over onto the floor next to the Klingon. The next one in line was a short, but built Tellarite. “Awww, too bad, you’re not even big enough to bother with.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“None of them are particularly pretty… shame.” She turned to the side, stalking behind the men while they were distracted by Casela. She grinned, hoping she could get two in one. She went into a handstand, then kicked their heads into each other. As they fell to the ground, she followed them in a controlled descent, flipping back to her feet without being noticed.
OOC: Also, amazing soundtrack for the two of them.
I have a whole play list: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09CYGk9DQTw&list=RD09CYGk9DQTw&start_radio=1 (That should be the start of it.)
It really sets the mood.
-Surda, CoS

Casela grinned, “That was impressive.” The Tellarite huffed and snorted, caught between the abrasive insult and enjoying being insulted. “I’ll shake you like a rag doll!” And he charged at her. Casela simply side stepped and grabbing a near by chair spun and demolished it across the Tellarite backside with a resounding and beautiful sound of wood splintering. “Hmmm, with you around Surda I’m going to have to make this program harder.” Casela turned at a sound and laughed darkly. “I told you drunk Klingon’s don’t know how to stay down.” The Klingon was stumbling to his feet, glazed eyed and looking around. Spoting Casela he grinned, “Ah! I shall recite you poetry!” He stumbled along until he was in front of her. “It’s a good thing your a hologram. I’d have another price on my head for this.” She grabbed him by the ears, pulled him down and kneed the huge oaf in the nose. As he went down she took his knife, flipped it, spun, and threw. It landing on a new comer at the door.

In the mean time, the man pinned to the wall had ripped his shirt to get free and was advancing along with another woman who had probably come out from the back kitchen of the bar. Attempting to sneak up on Surda.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“You could always accept the proposal! Get yourself a holodeck husband!” Surda froze, hearing footsteps behind her. She spun around in a roundhouse kick, catching the man in the head. She leaned back as the woman sent a kick into what would have been her chest. Placing her hands on the floor, she used the momentum to kick her legs over her head, standing up straight out of the backbend. “Is that all you’ve got?”
-Surda, CoS

This opponent wasn’t so easy, as Surda came back to her feet the woman had dropped and aimed a scissor kick to take out both her knees. The man had rolled with the kick and though it hurt, it didn’t knock him out. He hit the floor pulling a phaser as he came back to a seated position.

Casela laughed, “You obviously haven’t heard the rumors about me, yet. A holographic husband? Oh the tongues will wag. Maybe I should do it, just to mess with the crew.” She turned and looked at the Klingon who, for the moment was still on the floor, “Lihew will be so jealous.” She laughs manically and dodges an Andorian with a wicked looking knife. She catches his downward swing in her crossed forearms and then grabs, twists and flexes his wrist in the wrong direction forcing him to drop the blade as the position makes his hand go numb. And then Casela punches him right in the nose.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Hey, Klingon husbands aren’t so bad.” Surda grabbed the woman’s legs, pulling her forward and in front of her. A human shield. She pushed the woman into the man, sliding across the table while he tried to get around her. She grabbed her knife out of the wall, then threw them both in one fluid movement. They landed, one in the man’s shoulder, the other in the woman’s stomach. “They’re getting more talented. My compliments to the programmer.”
-Surda, CoS

Casela grinned and leaned back against the bar. “Not my type. They get drunk and start spouting bad poetry. Too sentimental for me.” The slight snick of sound from behind caused Casela to spin to her left, grab the wrist of the fist coming at her from behind with her right. She twisted it backwards, kicked off the bar and one handed cartwheeled in place, wrapping both ankles around the neck and bringing the big Orion down with her. A hard heel kick to the solar plexis took him out for the duration.
Caseal rolled back to standing and watched as Surda threw her knives, “Oh I like your knife work. We need to set up a target parctice some time.”

About that time one of the “authorities” who’d been outside, walked in phaser drawn and shot a warning shot above Surda’s head.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda grinned wildly. “Orion women are known for three things. Our knives, our poison, and,” She stopped, cut off by the shot. “Rude,” she muttered. She sighed, leaning herself up against the wall. “I’ll bet he wants something.” She spoke to Casela, nonchalantly ignoring the man who had shot near her head. She could have dodged. Probably.
-Surda, CoS

Casela, showing her typical rude flippancy for others grunted, “Have you ever met a man who didn’t?” She reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle, synthehol, of course and raised it in the man’s direction. “Well what is it, Handsome? You wanna a drink or what?” The thing about Casela, was she pissed people off without trying. It was a gift. She should have asked the computer for throwing knives. She didn’t have hers. Hers were in a locker in someone’s quarters. She huffed. Of course she had the credits to get more....

The man had a confidence, in himself, or the weapon, or both was a toss of a coin. If coins could be three sided. “I think you’ve caused enough damage. Time to go.” Casela looked at Surda and shrugged, “Hmmm....shall we skip the boring parts?”

“Computer Pause. Provide weapons chest.” The computer trilled and foot locker appeared in front of them. Casela toed the lid open. Inside was a beautiful assortment of hand to hand and ranged weapons. “Take your pick.” There was at least two of everything in the chest. Casela took a set of throwing knives, a small cylinder the size of her palm. She showed it to Surda and tapped a button on the side and it extended out to a full size 6 foot bo staff. A tap of the button returned it to its palm sized length. She also took a garrote, a bowie knife, an old fashioned leather thong sling shot with shot.

Surda raised an eyebrow. She grabbed her knives out of the man and woman, resheathing them behind her back. “Fascinating. You don’t think I have enough weapons?” Seven knives, of varying shapes and sizes, two phasers, a fair selection of poisons, and a fukiya were already on her person after all. She shrugged grabbing a katana. “I haven’t used a sword in years. Too conspicuous.”

Casela snickered, “Oh honey, we can never have too many weapons.” She nodded, “I love swords, but they are a little obvious. I have an…inventor friend, we’ll say, that I’m trying to design one to work like my bo staff.”

Once Surda had taken her pick. “Computer, level 3 increase difficulty by 3 degrees.” The computer trilled. Casela grinned at Surda, “Get ready to run. Oh and the goal, get the shuttle before they do. 3 clicks south east of right here.” The scene changed, they were outside this time. The same feel as the bar, it was probably the same town. The same disreputable characters walked the streets, shouts, shuffling, arguments, bargaining. It was all there. Including the sound of pursuit and phaser fire. Casela took off down the street, at the slowest leisurely pace imaginable and slipped right into the shadows.

Coming down the street was the last man from the bar and several more fanning out down the side streets and alleyways.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda nodded, slipping into the nearest alleyway. She put her hand at the back of her neck, undoing a small zipper. A hood folded out, and she covered her bright hair with it. She noticed a ladder, some sort of fire escape. She grinned, making her way up onto the rooftops. Perfect.

OOC: A fukiya is a Japanese blowgun. You would not believe how many waivers you have to sign to learn to use one.
-Surda, CoS
OOC: Oh yes I would. LOL I have a feeling we have a lot in common.
OOC: From the way you write fights, probably.
IC:
Casela saw Surda take the ladder and nodded. Casela was in the mood for a little fun before she took the high road. She made a LOT of noise drawing the attention of a few of the ‘officers.’ Problem was, she was good at creating ‘timers.’ She was already two buildings away when the crash of over turned crates could be heard. Three of the officers ran down the alley way. Leaving the leader, who happened to know to look up once in awhile, and two lithe and limber fellows who were doing an excellent job of sweeping the alleys. The leader left the other two and ran ahead, disappearing into the shadows and then appearing on the roof infront of Surda, almost with no noise.

Casela was back tracking to find the first burly man who had stupidly run on ahead without looking. His face met with a solid metal panel that came swinging into his rather bulbous nose.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda kept running, despite hearing the man. She jumped, kicking him in the head, and landed on his other side. She swung her sword in a wide arc, barely pausing as it met flesh. If anyone had cared to look, they might notice quite a bit of blood, but Surda had already restarted on her path.
-Surda, CoS

With the biggest one down the other two became more cautious. Casela slipped back into the shadows between the buildings making a stead pace towards the shuttle. Slipping between the buildings she spotted Surda still moving and the quick, but deadly sword work. “I can’t wait to see what Lihew makes of her.” She chuckled darkly and kept going hearing the other two meat heads behind her.

The man took quite a hit a cut, but wasn’t down yet. Disoriented from the crack to his skull and loosing blood, he fired in her direction wildly. The fire drawing the attention of the other two that had been sweeping between the buildings. Taking note of where he was shooting they ran ahead, cutting her off from gaining the ground to make the last run to the shuttle. Obvious from their stance they both knew how to fight.
OOC: Feel free to describe this out to your hearts content.

OOC: Okay then!
Surda stopped abruptly, rolling across the roof and landing on her stomach. She pulled her fukiya out, sliding the needle in carefully. She aimed, steadied her hands, took a deep breath, and fired. Across from the rooftop she was on, one of the men crumpled to the ground, dead. Standing up, she grabbed her sword and ran to the end of the buildings.

Casela made the last of the buildings and looked around for the best way to cross, she took off at a wide angle to the shuttle into the clearing, dropping at the last second before getting hit by some kind of projectile the smaller of the burly meat heads hurled at her.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda climbed down another ladder, running across the open area in a complete sprint.
-Surda, CoS

The first man went down but the second ducked behind cover and waited for Surda to cross in front of him. As she did he lashed out with a round house kick to the back of her head.

Casela heard the other two coming behind her. She ducked behind a tree, loaded the sling and then stepped out, the leather string and pouch whirling over her head. With a gentle flick and release of her index finger the shot flew from the pouch and nailed the first one right in the forehead. It shocked the last man who ducked back behind the last bldg. Casela didn’t wait. She headed for the shuttle. Once both she and Surda got there the program would end.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Surda dove forwards, executing an elegant roll across the ground. She was halfway there, and the man probably wasn’t fast enough to catch her. She’d take her chances. She ran, hoping for the element of surprise and a little bit of luck.
-Surda, CoS


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