Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted Jan. 18, 2020, 2:03 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Stark Nightstalker (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Holodeck One - Post Dinner Rush
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He 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

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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.

  • Marishka

Three down, three up and hardly a challenge under the circumstances. Stark nodded clinically at the move Marishka had just made, Her mixed heritage seemed to show itself in flashy shows of violence, a perfect symmetry of her two natures. He wanted to see what she would do next and so decided to go to the floor again and provide some distraction. Sliding through the pools of blood to increase his fluidity on the floor he snatched up the two shoes and started to spin, using them to devastating effect,… on Ninja feet.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka took a second to watch Stark’s movements and smile at the sound her spiked heels made as they were dislodged from the heads of the dead Ninjas.

As Stark spun on the ground hacking up the legs of two of the Ninjas with her surprisingly heavy spiked heels, the third Ninja was distracted from Marishka.

Marishka pulled the clasp of her chain belt and as it gained momentum sliding off her hips, she slung it out in a graceful arc that Wrapped around the last Ninjas neck. Catching the end, she jerked the ensnared Ninja back and suddenly drew the belt tight, her Klingon strength showing as the Ninja was nearly decapitated.

  • Marishka

Stark hadn’t seen that coming, cartwheeling and ripping the throats out of the other two ninja’s he came to a dead stop looking at all the bodies on the floor and calmly handed Marishka her shoes back.

“You bring a slightly new interpretation to the word accessorising,” he said with a smile, “might I have a look at that belt?

Stark Nightstalker CIO

Marishka smiled and bowed slightly handing the belt over. She looked down at her shoes and grimaced. If it wasn’t holodeck blood her tailor would be very upset with her.

“Why thank you, I try. It’s a variant on a manriki-gusari which was an ancient weapon, found on Earth, though I’ve seen versions from other races.” she explained.

It was heavy. Eleven sections of steel, elaborately engraved and inlaid with bronze. The weight on one end was a very elaborate buckle. The other end was a thick slab of metal that locked into the buckle when Marishka wore it as a belt.

  • Marishka

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