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SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)

Posted Jan. 6, 2020, 3:05 a.m. by Lieutenant Alexandra "Little Sehlat" Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (Chief Security Officer) in SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)
Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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The COS wasted no time reacting. Jabbing his elbow into the back of the female Klingon he attempted to knock her out of the way before turning his attention to Rick’s attacker. By Klingon standards the move would have been considered less than honorable, but for an Andorian it would get the job done.

COS Ch’zaolrirh

OOC: Fixing the text colors. Hate how the new site mis-registers the carrots sometimes..

Xandra cried out as Ric was lifted and tossed. Without thinking, she balled up her fist and aimed for the Klingon male’s face as the Security Chief attempted to remove the female from the equation. “HEY!!” She growled, followed by a few choice words whose definition was clear in any language.

She wasn’t big, or strong, but she knew how to throw a punch. It didn’t occur to her whether the Klingon would go down or not. She merely wanted the attention on her.

“Get Ric!” She growled at the Chief. She wasn’t sure if she was scared of the male or female more. But she did know she wasn’t going rushing to Ric’s side in a flood of tears. Klingons despised weakness. Besides… they didn’t call get Little Sehlat just because of adorable baby pics that were leaked in flight school. This clad in white, little strip of a female human, was furious like a hellcat, now.

Xandra
Pilot
(Ooc… something tells me this gown isn’t gonna survive this well lol)

Ric grabbed a bar rag and wiped off his face. He tipped his head back to catch a stream of liquid spilling onto the floor. Hoping it was some type of alcohol, he swallowed two big gulps. He stood up from behind the bar to see a full-scale brawl had broken out. He spotted Chaz holding his own, so he thought once morre unto the breach. He spotted Xandra throwing fists at the Klingon that had started this ruckus. Bless her heart, she’s fighting for her man. I love that woman, he thought.

Ric dove off the bar and straight onto the broad back of Klingon. He wrapped his arms around the thick neck and tightened the chokhold. With his legs, Ric wrapped them around the Klingons waist and hung as the brute warrior went into a rage. To Ric, it felt like hanging on to a bucking bronco. As the Klingon thrashed about spinning and reaching for the gnat that had attached himself, Ric caught sight of Xandra and yelled, “THIS IS THE BEST FIGHT EVER!!!”

Ricochet (CAG)

Ch’zaolrirh turned as he heard the CAG call out. It seemed as though he was back in the thick of it. Before the Andorian could react, a fist connected right up into the center of his gut. He groaned slightly as he stammered back. It was the barman. The overweight Klingon snarled as he began to move in for another strike.

The sight sent Ch’zaolrirh back to his first close combat training session at the academy. He could hear the instructor’s voice now: “If he’s bigger than you, you’re only way of disabling him will be with a double handed strike. It’s an oldie, but a goodie and they say it even got Admiral Kirk through a few scraps. Now, put your hands together and interlace your fingers to form one fist, just like this… then widen your stance.” As the Andorian thought about attempting the aging maneuver on the Klingon, he had a second vision of it costing him nearly all of the bones in his fingers. He opted for another tactic.

Jumping out of the way, he allowed the barman’s next punch to land squarely on a column behind him. As he did, the Andorian’s antannae twitched. Something was coming from his right. He instinctively grabbed for a chair and threw it in that direction. As he did, he glimpsed over to see it barrel towards the Klingon female from earlier.

As the fight escalated it would only be a matter of time before Station Security came to round everyone up. In the meantime, they could all remain hopeful that no one would draw a weapon.

COS Ch’zaolrih

With his arms still locked around the Klingon’s neck, Ric felt the choke hold begin to take effect. The thrashing became less emphatic and the arms reaching for him weren’t able to reach as high. In a latch ditch effort, his opponent turned his back to the wall and pushed back hard. The impact knocked the breath out of Ric’s lungs, but he still held on. The Klingon stood up again in an attempt to squash the CAG a secod time.

This time Ric was ready and released his hold at the last minute ans slid to the Klingon’s side. His feet hit the ground as his hand reached the face. Using the Klingon’s own momentum, Ric forced the head back into the wall with enough force to knock out a bull elephant. Finally, the Klingon slumped to the ground unconscious.

He paused just long enough to catch his breath, before hearing the whistles and sirens of the approaching station security forces. He looked around the broken room. He saw the Andorian throw the chair and smiled.

He gaze shifted as he looked for Xandra. . . .

Ricochet (CAG)

(Bump)

OOC: Sorry I fell off here. Was waiting on Xandra’s post. I am happy to jump in and GM station security unless the GM, CO, or XO would like in on our little adventure. Either way, I will make it a point to post on this thread in the next day or so!

John aka Ch’zaolrirh

Xandra was cornered with one body at her feet, a human male no bigger than herself who seemed unconscious, but not dead. She had one Klingon fighting her and two other males fighting nearby. Though if they were fighting for her, for the Klingon, or just fighting one another, it was hard to tell.

The pilot’s hair had been yanked from its once pristine coif and hung half tangled on the side closest to Ric, obscuring her face. She and the Klingon both had a hold of one another with one hand, trying to both land and block each other’s punches with the other. At some point, Xandra had lost her shoes as well. And at least the bottom of her gown was torn.

Xandra
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