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SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)

Posted Jan. 27, 2020, 12:50 p.m. by Lieutenant Alexandra "Little Sehlat" Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) (Melissa Aragon)

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

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… suppressed (7) 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
Hellcat

Seeing Xandra locked in hand-to-hand with the Klingon, he had to admire her prowess. She was holding her own with the much bigger and stronger male. When one of the Klingons blows came too close, he had had enough. He made a mad dash and threw his shoulder into the Klingons mid-section. The tackle was forceful enough to break the grip on Xandra and drive him hard against the wall. Hard enough to send the man sprawling and gasping for air.

Rising to his feet, he smiled at Xandra and said, “Well, this was fun, but I think it’s time to leave!”

The CAG looked down and noticed her bare feet. He scooped her up in his arms and looked for the COS, while saying, “Don’t argue with me. There’s broken glass all over the floor. I’ll put you down once we get outside.”

Raising his voice, Ric yelled, “CHAAAAZZZ!!! It’s time to go!!!”

OOC: John, if you want to play station security, go right ahead!!

Ricochet (CAG)

When the Klingon she was fighting suddenly headed for the floor, Xandra was still attached and rolled with it till she let go and watched the two bodies disengage. She had just made it to her feet when Ric had scooped her up making an excuse about the glass. Shaking her head, she laughed. “I can hold my own against a Klingon, but not walk out of the bar. My hero.” Despite the jest, she knew better than to struggle. The determined, and upset, look on her lover’s face reminded her she was on thin ice as it was.

By the time Ric caught sight of the COS there were already two station security officers flanking the Andorian. On his face was a cheesy smile. From the looks of it, the security officers weren’t buying whatever story he was selling. Meanwhile, another security officer could be spotted with the Klingon waiter. The waiter was gesturing in the direction of Ric and Xandra as he spoke. The officer casually nodded.

The Klingon couple, bruised but not yet defeated snarled as they made their way out of the bar unaccosted.

Before the pilots could make a move, yet another security officer appeared before them. An older gentlemen, the man appeared to be the station chief. From their attire, it was clear that the couple had come from the ball being hosted by Starfleet. “I’d expect this from Klingons, but you should know better.” Glancing around at the wreckage of a bar, he chuckled to himself before continuing, “It seems you’ve earned yourself a battle song, but for now, you’ll all be needing accommodations.”

“No problem, sheriff. We know the way back to the Olinski. But thanks for the offer to put us. Very much appreciated.”

The CAG took hold of Xandra’s hand and made a motion toward the door before being halted.

As the remainder of the bar cleared out one of the man’s officers approached to report in, “That one is the carrier’s Chief of Security.” The older man grinned as he connected the dots. From the looks of it, he had one, if not three Starfleet officers on his hands. “It looks like we have a good catch today. Verify the details and log Dorog’s statements. The ship’s captain will be looking for at least one of them soon enough.”

COS Ch’zaolrirh

Xandra set her feet under her as Ric set her down on the carpeted hallway. “Sir, I…” the words barely left her lips before Ric squeezed her hand in warning and took over the explanation.

“Sheriff, this was just a big misunderstanding. Lt. Primage and Lt. Ch’zaolrirh weren’t even here when this whole ruckus started. You’re right, we were at the ball. Well, at least Chaz and I were. Xandra was late. I thought maybe she took a wrong turn on her way. So. . . I went to look for her. Meanwhile, she DID show up at the ball and sent me a message to meet her here, but OUTSIDE the bar. So, I’m waiting OUTSIDE when a couple Klingons came by making some very rude remarks, I mean VERY rude. They actually had the audacity to say the Olinski’s fighters and pilots would be better off hauling garbage!!! Can you believe that? Well, I took a bit of offense to that and decided to have a nice civil conversation with these fellas. To find out why, y’know, they felt that way. What was the basis of their opinion? Then they start getting aggressive and a little rambunctious, and the big one, well, they’re all big, but the big one says something to the effect of hiding my body where the incompetent station security will never find it. Next thing I know, I’m being thrown over the bar and into the wall. I shake all the broken glass off me and stand up and all Hell’s broken loose in here. I’m thinking I don’t need this. I’m a Starfleet officer!!! So I start making my way to the door and I see the two Lt’s coming in, trying to avoid all the ruckus, they were only looking for me , right? They get sucked into the brawl and did thier darnedest to defend themselves. I mean, the chief of Security knows the rules, right? DEFENDING themselves. . . .”

Ric paused long enough to take a deep breath, then continued. “Sooo, the three of us, we’ll head back to the ship where you can find us if you have anymore questions. I’m sure the Klingons here will tell you a different story, but, you know, they’re drunk, they lie. . . yeah. . . .so Chaz, Xandra, we can go.”

Ricochet (CAG)

With his hand firmly on hers, a clear warning to remain silent and do as he said, Xandra bit her lip. A hand absently rose to a sore spot on her cheek where she guessed a nice bruise would bloom before long. Judging from her dress and the aches, it wasn’t the only one she’d have.

She dropped her hand and waited to follow wherever she was led.

Xandra
Pilot/Sehlat
((Ric’s headache… or is it hellion…I keep forgetting))


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