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Chivalry Isn't Dead... But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted May 9, 2021, 12:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted by Lieutenant Dr. Solomon Kane (Medical Research & Development) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry

Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Scientist, Medical Researcher) in Chivalry Isn’t Dead… But It Is Very Very Angry
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Tug....tug harder…whine…finally nip Alexis took out one ear plug and finally looked down at Frigga. “I know but I have to clean up first. I can’t leave this tuff out.” Frigga whined at her. Alexis took out the second pod and placed them in their box and then put the box in the drawer. She’d though they would be helpful to stop the chatter from the other lab techs annoying her. They did, but then Solomon had changed them. She shook her head. The day before had been…unique. She grinned. It had simply started with him commenting on what he’d been reading…and escalated from there. She put the last of her samples away and locked the cabinet, logged out of her console and looked at Frigga. “Yes, it’s time to go now. I know, I think you are more excited than I am.” Her work the day before had produced very promising results. She wasn’t going back on her word to be on time for their date (the thought creating what was called butterflies in her stomach) so she brought Frigga to work with her today. Frigga would make sure she stopped working on time. They left the lab and she turn left toward the turbolift.
Bonner

Kane was in his quarters. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a v-neck shirt. A worn but well-maintained black leather jacket was over that, and he was tying back his hair with the pewter stay from their first date. He looked in the mirror and then cussed at himself. Why was he so worried about this? He hadn’t been worried while he was teasing her through their ear buds while she tried to work. He figured he caused her to be about twenty minutes later than she would have been… which for her mind was saying something. He shook his head and he turned and walked out the door to Alexis’ quarters.

Kane

Alexis palmed the control to her door, the swished open, every light inside was on. Frigga rushed in and over toward the replicator. “Really? You aren’t going to wait and see if he brings you steak?” Alexis wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she supposed Frigga needed someone to spoil her rotten. Alexis always meant to, but fell short on that sometimes. She walked over to the replicator and ordered a bowl of food and water and put it down. She stepped into her bed room and then the shower could be heard running.

A gold swirl of molecules and atoms materialized into a man. Frigga turned snarling, she knew this man and she did NOT like him. He should not be here. “Oh no you mangy mutt,” came the heavy Irish accent. The man quickly manuvered the dog out the door and locked it. Let it go bother someone else.

The water turned off. Alexis did not appear immediately but he had patience. He could wait.

The man drove her to distraction. She picked up her brush, she had no idea what to do. She always had it out of the way for work, in a bun. Down? Braid? She sighed, should it matter? First it was just the soft commentary of what he was reading, then it had become a non stop commentary. At first she hadn’t noticed and then she’d taken the pods out thinking they were malfunctioning. Then…even there alone she blushed…he’d starting talking about that kiss. She’d tried, really tried to ignore him. Delving into her work, but he was in her head. A constant warm whisper that she wanted to listen too. Finally she’d taken the pods out…

She finally appeared wearing soft brushed leggings and a knee length off one shoulder cotton dress cinched with a thin leather belt. A click of a button and the lights in the main room turned off.

Alexis looked at the main room. She never turned the lights off. “Computer Lights!” nothing. “Frigga?” but her dog didn’t answer either. She stood there a long time debating on walking into the pitch black room. She could feel the panic building, rapid heartbeat, labored breathing, hot and the cold chills. She turned away back into the bedroom for her combadge to see if engineering knew of some malfunction.

“Hello Alexis.” Soulis’ Irish accent carried with an elegance that undercut the surprising proximity of its source. There had been no audible footfalls for the young woman to catch wind of; more likely she had felt a breath on the back of her neck.

She spun quickly and found the devil himself but three feet behind her. He somehow garbed his black and grey uniform as if it were a three piece suit. His dark hair was closer trimmed at the sides yet where it swept across his forehead he almost faded into the darkness behind him.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Bonner

Kane made his way through the passageways and towards her quarters. He didn’t talk to anyone, and the perpetual scowl on his face kept people from talking to him. He was focused on what the evening was going to bring when a furry torpedo battled into his legs and started whining and trying to bite his pant leg.

“Frigga! What the hell, pup?! I’m not giving you any ste-” and he cut himself off and looked at Frigga. The dog was anxious and agitated to a degree Kane hadn’t seen and was running away and back, away and back.

Something was wrong.

“Let’s go, dog.” and the tattooed man and the dog took off at a jog towards Alexis’ quarters.

Kane

Alexis backed up a step, there wasn’t a lot of room in a junior officer’s quarters, but she didn’t want him anywhere near her. This man had destroyed so much of her. When Ever had reappeared on the starbase Alexis had swore to herself she would not be defined by what hey had done. That she would not allow Ever to manipulate her into working with her. Then Soulis had appeared as well, he’d been assigned to Ogawa and would be shipping out with them. She’d jumped at the offer Ever had given her to work elsewhere on a project. Only she’d found out too late, Soulis was in charge of the project. She didn’t know how to play their games and they’d moved her like a pawn on a chess board. “I’m done. I don’t have to go back, and I’m not going back with you.”

“Your mind is brilliant, Alexis. It’s the best part of you, I always thought so.” He stalked her round the room. It was easy, Alexis was truly terrified of the dark, she wouldn’t even look out a dark window. It was easy to get her to turn her back to it and then slowly back her up to that dark door way. She wouldn’t go through it and she wouldn’t physically confront him. It was a cruel way to get what he wanted but he shrugged mentally. He needed her mind and he’d do what he needed to get her agreement.

She could feel the panic, she couldn’t go into the main room and she didn’t want to be trapped in the smaller room with him either. Where was Frigga? “What did you do with my dog?” He shrugged at her. “Whatever it is you want I won’t do it. Get out!” He walked right into her space, his hand touching her cheek and she slapped it away. “Get out. I’ll scream.”

He laughed, “And who’s going to come here? Hmmm? This is you we’re talking about Alexis. You don’t have visitors. Come on” his voice turned soft, still in her space. “I can make sure you have all the work you will ever want. Your brain is your only asset, don’t walk away from this.”

D*&^ him! She backed into the dark room, tripped in her panic and crashed into the glass coffee table, shattering it beneath her, and she was trapped in the dark…
Bonner

Kane reached the door as the glass shattered and he looked at the padd. Jaw clenched, he said =/\= Computer. Open door, Medical Override Kane Delta Echo 99783. =/\= and the door slid open. Frigga and Kane moved in stopped short as Frigga barked and growled.

Kane stepped in and a practiced eye took in the scene. Strange man. Intel Uniform. Alexis in broken glass on the floor. Alexis… broken glass… scared and shaking.

Kane didn’t speak. When the smooth Irish brogue asked “And just who are you?” he didn’t respond. He just looked at the man, feral gaze and green eyes narrowed. “This is a private matter, so why don-” and his voice was cut off as Kane’s hand shot forward and grabbed the man’s lower jaw, his fingers in his mouth and thumb pressing into the soft part under his chin. With a force born of rage and instantaneous hatred, Kane drove the man backwards and head-first into the wall with a sickening thunk. Before Solis could react, Kane let go of the jaw and drove his forehead down and onto the bridge of Solis’ nose and a satisfying gout of blood splashed down on the back and gray uniform.

Kane grabbed his wrist and twisted, using his other other hand to put the man in an arm bar before driving his strained shoulder into the door jamb separating the bedroom from the living area. A muffled snap was heard as the clavicle fractured and a cry of pain escaped Solis’ lips. “Wai… wait… you don’t know who I-” and Kane’s elbow connected to his jaw, driving him to the ground.

Kane’s eyes locked on the crumpled form struggling to get up and several well-placed kicks landed on the man’s ribs kept him on the ground. Kane reached down and grabbed the man by the hair and drug him to the door and out in the passageway and smacked the back of his head against the opposite wall, knocking him cold.

He walked back into the room and went to Alexis. Kneeling down next to her, he said “You okay? Do you need Sickbay?” and he began to do a visual assessment of her.

Kane

Alexis was shaking, it was dark. When she fell it only added to the panic, she tried to scramble backwards but several somethings in the darkness bit at her hands. She curled into a fetal position, still amongst the broken glass. And then the door opened, and with it, light. She was hyperventilating, eyes completely dilated despite the light now in the room, she was making a noise that was the precursor to terrified screaming. There was blood, not a lot, from the palms of her hands. Frigga was pacing back and forth unable to reach her through the pieces of the broken table. She shook her head, she was not okay. A strained whisper through chattering teeth, “It’s dark.....” She began to cry, silently for the moment, but not likely to stay that way.
Bonner

=/\= Computer! Lights! =/\= and this time the lights activated. Kane was next to her and he took off the leather jacket and threw it on the glass. “C’mon. Let’s get you out if this. =/\= He put his arms under her and pushed off the jacket and stood up. He took her to the couch and set her down. He started running his hands over her… as a doctor, not a romantic interest.

“Talk to me, Alexis. Talk to me.” His voice was firm but concerned, professional but… something else.

Kane

There was this horrible almost painful misfire of nerve endings, eased only slightly by the lights coming back on. She leaned into him as he lifted her, and she grabbed his arms hissing: the cuts stung. There was glass caught in the bottom of the dress where she’d landed, but hadn’t cut through the leggings. Luckily she’d already slipped shoes on or her feet would be cut too. Physically only her hands were hurt. Several cuts, mostly shallow, one or two worse than the others. “Solomon…I…I ca…can’t....breath.” Rapid, heavy, strained breathing. She could breath but the panic made her feel like she couldn’t. “Cold.” She grabbed his arm suddenly, “he…Frig…Frigga…he..did…something.”

Frigga had made her way around and was sitting at the opposite end of the couch waiting. She was trained to wait until a patient had been taken care of, and she was waiting for Kane to tell her it was okay.
Bonner

Kane grasped her chin and turned her face to his. “ALEXIS. FOCUS.”

Taking a breath, he said “Now… Frigga is fine. She came and got me. And now we are gonna take care of you. Deep breath. I’ll be right back. Not leaving, but I gotta find your field bag. Where is it?”

Kane

Her gaze locked on his and he could see her eyes contract. She took a deep breath, or tried too, and then another. Field bag? Med kit. “Be…behind…m..m..my desk.” Her teeth were chattering, she was still cold, but she was breathing better, focusing on him.
Bonner

He moved to the desk and grabbed the bag and came back to her. Opening it, he pulled out a hypospray and dialed in a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor. It would counteract her panic. He pressed the device to her neck and administered the medication.

He then pulled out a dermal regenerator. “Now let’s get those hands debrided and closed up.” and he began to brush away the glass and used tweezers to remove the rest. Placing the regenerator on her hands, he sat back and said “Just breathe. Frigga’s here. He’s gone. Try to relax.”

Kane

She held her hands still for him, with effort at first, and then, as the inhibitor took effect it was easier. It made her drowsy at first - the sudden drop in adrenaline. She focused on breathing. When he put the regenerator on her hands, Frigga slowly moved her way onto Alexis’s lap, and then her abdomen and then her chest. Slowly making Alexis recline, and draping her self to allow easy breaths, but also give deep pressure to assist the medicine Kane gave her. She closed her eyes and began to recite the elements, the order of genes and traits in a strand of DNA, protein sequences, and chemical calculations. Mostly disjoined and seemingly with no connection or order between them, but a sign of her focus returning. “He…he did something to the lights. They wouldn’t come on.” Her hands began to itch as the regenerator did its work and she flexed them a little. She wanted to hold his hand, but would have to wait.
Bonner

Kane shook his head. “Nah, he did something to your voice. Lot of those snakes carry an linguistic inhibitor. Small device that scrambles voice signatures. The computer just didn’t hear you. But he’s gone. I heard the wine of a transporter beacon. There’s probably no record of his being here. No real point in alerting Security unless you want to.” and he looked at her and gave her a rather malicious grin. “Well, there’ll be a medical record of it, I’m sure.”

Brows knit together in confusion. What medical record? At the time panic and terror overrode the brain’s natural order of analysis. But a few more breaths and the pieces fell into place. She tried to sit up, grab his hand, but Frigga decided to play dead weight and the nudged her hand back under the regenerator. “Solomon you shouldn’t have done that, what if they make the leash shorter because of me? Oh that sounds ungrateful, I’m not. I’m really glad you did that to him. I just don’t want them to…” She wasn’t sure she was expressing herself well. She didn’t want them to do anything to him. She was worried for him.

“So… can you tell me who that was?” He reached up and patted Frigga to help calm the dig down, too. She didn’t look it, but he knew the animal was scared and worried for Alexis.

Kane

Frigga sighed and turned her head to look at the man. She licked his hand several times. He would have her undivided loyalty after this. Alexis turned her head to look at him. “That was Soulis. The,” she licked her lips, “the man I told I thought I had been engaged to. He wanted me to go with him, to work on some new project. Said he wasn’t done with me.” A couple tears tracked down. “I don’t like the dark. He knows that.”
Bonner

Kane’s reaction was not what one would expect. Well, not if one didn’t know him.

He began laughing… hard.

He looked at Alexis and said through full-throated laughs “I… I’m… I’m sorry… Really” and he grasped her hand and squeezed so she knew he wasn’t laughing at her.

As he slowly started to calm, he wiped a tear from his eye and said “Hooo… all right. That’s… oh, that’s just perfect. That dude needed his ass beat. Hard. Im just glad I was the karma that finally did it.” and he chuckled for a few more moments.

“The look on his face… oh that was awesome. Whew…” and he took a breath and exhaled. He looked at her and winked. “And don’t worry about my leash. Not the first time I beat some arrogant Intel a#@hole. Wont be the last. Besides…” and he looked at her, “… he stepped over a line. We may not be a thing, but I’ll be damned if I just let anybody f%$# with you.”

Kane

Alexis didn’t laugh, that required an increase in adrenaline and endorphins and the serotonin now coursing through her system kept that firmly in check. She did smile though, his laughter was contagious, and there was a genuine mirth to it. When he squeezed her hand, she laced her fingers through his. “I’m glad you enjoyed that.” What if they were a thing though? She didn’t ask though, he’d say something else that would set her off balance and she’d had enough for the moment. “Thank you,” and those two simple words covered so many things.

With her other she pet Frigga’s nose, ears, head and whispered to the dog. “Thank you, Frigga. You’re a good girl. I thought he did something to you.” She ruffled the fur on her neck softly. She took another deep breath and looked at him smiling and squeezed his hand. “This doesn’t count as me being late does it? It wasn’t my fault.”

She shifted under Frigga’s weight and there was a sharp slicing pain. “Ow!” She pushed at Frigga. “Down Frigga, down.” But the dog was reluctant to move at first. Alexis finally got her pushed down to her lap and sat up and reached around her back and flinched her finger coming back with blood on it. There was a sharp piece of glass caught in the back of her shirt and when she’d shifted it had cut her. Through the cut in the shirt he could see hints of iridescent, metallic, pastel colors.
Bonner

Kane looked and scowled. “Lean forward.” he said, his voice shifting immediately to doctor mode. As she did, he lifted the back of her shirt, noticing the small shards of glass stuck in her shirt. “You’ve got a small laceration. Nothing bad.” He grabbed some gauze from the bag and put it on the wound. “But there is a lot of glass in your shirt. I’m gonna cut it off so you don’t lift it off and get cut again.” He pulled the gauze away and looked at the cut. It wasn’t deep and the bleeding had already begun to slow.

The tattoo in the small of her back was unlike any normal version of the periodic table. Each element was represented by a depiction of the atom, using colors that reflected how the element could be seen to the naked eye. The gasses looked like they might float off her skin, the liquids like droplets and the metals like metallic flakes dusting her skin.

He took the emergency cutter from the medical bag and split her shirt along the side and down the arm; then through the collar. He looked around and then grabbed a small blanket off the couch. He held up to her and said “Cover up. I’ll take care of it.”

She took the blanket and drapped it across herself. Oddly enough she wasn’t embarrassed. It was the only safe way to get the shirt off without hurting herself. She’d done similar things as a doctor, and Solomon was a doctor. It didn’t occur to her, at that moment, to be embarrassed.

As she covered her chest he pulled the shirt away and dropped it to the floor. He checked the dermal regenerator on her hands and nodded once to himself and removed the device from her hands, moving it to her back. “Thirty seconds.” he said as he activated it. He then shifted his position and looked at her face, smiling.

Down her back, starting an inch below where her spine met her neck a double helix wrapped and spiraled around the entire length of her spine. Soft pastel and irridescent colors filled the design and appeared to shimmer. But a closer look would find small details where each chromosome was located. Where the MC1R gene was located was a soft rainbow of every skin tone possible in the human genome. At chromosome 15 were small sets of eyes depicting possible eye colors, and on it went.

“Yep. Definitely my favorite tattoo, just like I said.”

Kane

Alexis nodded holding still as the device did its work. She laced her fingers with his again. She liked holding his hand, but he knew that already. She smiled, extremely happy he liked her tattoos. She hadn’t intended to show them to him, like this, or she wasn’t sure when or how, but this was not a scenario she could have pictured. .....And then she realized all she had was a blanket staring into the eyes of a man she was very attracted to and who had also just saved her from her worst nightmare. She looked around the room, broken glass and blood on the floor. The area near the bedroom door was…it made her blink: dented bulkheads, blood, and what looked like pieces of torn cloth. She returned her gaze to his. “Can we get out of here? I don’t care where you take me, I just don’t want to be in here.”
Bonner

Kane looked down at the blanket and grinned. “Absolutely… but I doubt the blanket is going to stop tongues from wagging.” and he looked up at her. “I’ll grab you a shirt. We’ll go to my place. I dont think ‘public’ spaces are where we should be right now.” and he stood up and walked right into her bedroom like he lived there.

Searching the closet first, he found a loose fitting pale blue shirt and grabbed it. It wouldn’t constrict her, and she would probably be sore in a few hours when the adrenaline and meds wore off. He came in and handed it to her, then turned his back so she could put it on.

Kane


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