Posted Jan. 6, 2020, 2:28 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush
snipHe dialled in Stark1, a programme designed to test ability against many different races of varying strengths and skills. “Level one”, the computer intoned and they were surrounded by six weaponless ninja-like figures and a dojo complete with rice paper and bamboo walls.
Stark sucked in a deep breath and cracked his mobile spine into place. “I’m a sentimentalist,” he said depreciatingly, “I love ninja’s“.
Marishka allowed a small smile of appreciation. T’Vor had shown her a place like this on Earth once.
The six rushed them…
Stark Nightstalker CIO
As they were rushed Marishka stepped away from Stark ducking and squealing. She moved erratically and Stark might have believed she was a damsel in distress except for the fact that every duck, flinch, and stumble seemed perfectly timed to dodge a strike from any of the three Ninja’s that pursued her even in such finely spiked heels.
- Marishka
Stark smiled, “Smart,” he thought to himself, “and probably would have been even more effective against real people”. He maneuvered the remaining three until they were encroaching in each other’s space and hampered by their own numbers. He allowed one to “trip” him with a sweep and threw himself down and across the floor like a spinning bowling ball with four sets of claws and some teeth. They retreated back into Marishka’s three wedging all between them.
“Merry Christmas” Stark called out as he let encouraged her to take first blood.
Stark Nightstalker CIO
OOC Had to do it haha :-)Marishka almost didn’t catch Stark’s words. Luckily she remembered what Christmas was on Earth. She smiled gleefully, teeth bared and silver eyes ablaze.
As the Ninja’s retreated, one used another as a spring board and tried to take Marishka by surprise. Smoothly, almost by instinct, Marishka threw a high side kick catching the Ninja under the chin with the spiked heel, impaling his head. She stood there, in perfectly balanced Orion grace, the Ninja dangling from her spiked heel and held aloft by her muscular Klingon leg. She looked over at Stark with a smile on her blood spattered face…
“PRESENTS!” she said joyfully.
- Marishka
Bump
Stark grinned at her jubilant nature. The taciturn ninjas took the death of their fellow in stride but moved to attack Marishka thinking that because she was hanging around. she was vulnerable. Stark was disappointed in them, they should have known better than to turn their back on him. He debated whether to dispatch two from behind but decided that making the sim last longer would be better for all concerned. Flipping his mobile spine he launched himself up from the floor and took one out at the throat with his extended claws making sure to position himself out of the reach of retaliatory attacks. They would have to choose which assailant to go after now having discovered that both were deadly.
Stark Nightstalker CIO
Marishka was feeling her inner Klingon rise and, in that moment, it was glorious. But it would seem it was time to get rid of her shoes.
Marishka dropped her leg letting the body of the ninja crumple to the ground. She shed the shoe as it was still stuck in the Ninja’s head.
She smiled as she shook her other foot and let the shoe dangle from her toes. Looking a ninja in the eyes, she pointed at her foot. As the Ninja glanced down, she snapped her leg forward sending the steel spike heeled shoe spinning at the Ninja’s face, the heel embedding deeply into it’s eye, killing it.
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