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Post by Marcus Brahms on Nov 23, 2006 12:36:51 GMT
Intense pain rushed through Marcus as he moved ...
Opening his eye's with difficulty, he tried to focus on just where he was .. As his sight began to get back to normal, he could see he was in his own quarters, half lying, half sitting, across an armchair ..
Squinting, he spoke ..
"Computer .. Reduce lighting by fifty percent." It helped, but not much.
The room seemed to be slowly rotating anti-clockwise, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep up with it .. He looked towards his bedroom, wondering vaguely, if he would reach it it he tried .. It was then he noticed the statue ...
Almost two feet tall, depicting an almost naked female ... 'Where the .....' he thought, as he gingerly got up from his chair and walked over to take a closer look .. There was a note attached to it ...
Morning Marcus.
Hope your head is better if you ever manage to wake up !
Monique says you can return the statue at your leisure, just don't damage it OK.
Tut tut laddie.
Ron ...
Brahms had no idea who 'Monique' was .. Or 'how' the statue managed to get into his quarters .. He dropped the card and headed for the bedroom, managing the feat with only one minor collision with the door-way .. Falling face first onto the bed he decided that Saurian Brandy was most definitely off his preferred drinks list ..
"Computer .. Fully opaque window and turn off the lights."
"Please restate request." said the ship's computer, sounding almost unamused at the Captain's plight.
"Opaque window and turn OFF lights !" Marcus almost shouted.
The room plunged thankfully into total darkness .. As Marcus closed his eye's, halting the spin, he fully hoped that no-one would need him for at least the next Millennia or so ...........
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 23, 2006 14:30:01 GMT
Mel stared in wonder at the knife that Horn handed towards her. He was right though, what if Horn had been a shape shifter or she was one planning a trap for him. Grasping the knife she sliced it not too deeply across her hand. Her blood began to drip out. She held her hand up to show Peter, and then once he was satisfied, he and Harley did the same.
"Now, how can I help? Based on your story, I cannot help but agree with you. The way you have always talked about your Ferengi friend makes me believe he is incapable of such deceit, as far as deceit goes in Ferengi standard behaviour." Peter said.
Mel nodded. “Sir do you know anyone in security here you can discreetly ask to investigate. They will have easier access than us.”
Horn nodded and then said, “I will talk to some contacts. In the meantime I think we should keep this information to ourselves rather than spread panic and draw attention. Once we have something solid to go on we will go to the Admiral.”
“Thank you Peter,” Mel said rising up. Harley moved forward to push her back down but Mel moved to fast anticipating it. “It is kind of you to invite me to dine with you but my family are waiting,” she said to her friend. Harley opened her mouth but Mel spoke again firmly. “I really must go back to them.”
She headed towards the door.
“Melanie, be careful. Next time we meet I want you to say the 4th rule of acquisition to me so I know you are still you,” Peter told her.
“And you will say?” She queried.
“I will quote the 7th,” Peter stated standing up to let her leave.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 23, 2006 15:41:00 GMT
"Feel like coming with me, darling?" Connor asked her indicating a bar they were walking by. She nodded. They walked in; it was a nice enough bar. Connor chivalrous said, “I will get the drinks, what would you like dear?”
“Something strong,” she muttered, her head still processing the dinner earlier. He nodded questioning her no further. K’Nara headed for a table and spotted some familiar faces. They were the stores master and the Captain, both of which looked rather inebriated.
Feeling not at all like being sociable in human standards, K’Nara groaned inwardly as the Stores master spotted her and wandered up. “Ahhh Commander hic,” he slurred, “Come have a drink with us.”
She looked down at him responding only to say, “I have one coming." Marcus then spotted her started waving. “K’Nara . . .. Hic, come have some Saurian brandy. Its excellent.” He started forward then seemed to fall over. Rolling her eyes in amazement K’Nara watched as the other gentleman departed her company and rushed over, along with a blond female barmaid to help him up.
Brahms started apologising furiously as she sat both men near the far end of the bar, in front of a semi-naked statue. “I think you have had enough gentlemen, time to sober up” she stated firmly. K’Nara laughed.
“What’s funny?” Connor asked placing a large glass of something in front of her. She indicated the direction of the captain now looking in awe at the statue. His eyebrows raised and then he sighed before sitting down opposite her and taking a sip of his drink.
“I must have it,” Brahms said loudly as Connor spoke, “I think that went rather well. I mean you father didn’t feel the need to throw me around the bridge or mess hall.”
She grinned then said “He had other things on his plate.” Behind them Stone started laughing as he watched Brahms and the barmaid playing tug-o-war with the statue.
“Please let me have it . . . . “
No, It’s part of the decor. . . . . ”
Connor took K’Nara’s hand, “I will win him round.”
“Then let me . . hic borrow it . . . “
“I’m a hic . . . Starfleet Captain, you can . . . hic trust me . . . .”
K’Nara raised her drink and downed it in one with her free hand smiling at him.
“I will . . hic replicate it and then . . . . hic return it.”
Both then turned and watched Brahms in amusement.
“Starfleet Captain, do you know how many times I have heard that line.” The blond said. By now half the bar was watching.
Brahms stood up shakily, one hand to his chest. “It’s True . . .” he muttered then took a deep breath and seemingly passed out. Luckily Stone grabbed him before he hit the floor. "Actually hes a Commodore."
K’Nara shook her head, “You Federation. You cannot hold your alcohol.”
Connor merely downed his drink then and said, “Not all of us dear.” Earning a smile from his fiance he then pulled her into an embrace. The bar went quiet again, everyone returning to his or her own conversations.
Breaking away, Connor nearly fell off his chair as Stone then walked past them with an unconscious Brahms over his shoulder and the statue in his other hand. He winked at them.
“Don’t you just love Shore leave,” he said.
<Sorry steve I couldn’t resist. Brahms doesn’t get to let his hair down often enough!>
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Post by connor on Nov 24, 2006 11:20:21 GMT
Connor sighed when the other officers of the ship left - he had spoken the emergency code to the bartender, and he knew that the situation would be rectified quickly and quietly. In the meantime, he held K'Nara's hand and finished his drink.
Soon enough, a man in black showed up: "Mr. James. What happened?" Connor turned to him, and related what had occurred at the meeting. The man's eyebrow rose: "You did the right thing, Mr. James. The Commodore will probably want to talk to you. May I ask who your companion is?" Connor smirked: "She's the future Mrs. James. She's safe." The other man nodded: "Report to the prearranged location in five minutes." James sighed: "Even after what occurred there?" The man nodded and Connor looked him dead in the eyes. A minute later, he nodded at the other man: "Betazoid. Good." The man nodded: "They said you'd want a telepath." A nod followed, and what seemed to be silent communication passed between them - K'Nara, as Connor's imzadi, heard something like the edge of a whispered talk.
The man walked off and Connor nodded: "Finish your drink, love. We have to get moving soon." He waited for her, and sighed. He'd hoped he was done with this...but it appeared he'd never be done at this rate.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 25, 2006 19:26:12 GMT
With rising concern, Peter gazed after the Trill engineer as she departed from his quarters, then turned to face Harley. "I am sorry I put you through that," he apologized, "I know that you are real, but to have her trust, it had to be done. Also, how were we to know that she was the real Melanie D'Broonie?"
Harley walked up to her husband and circled her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss the tip of his hear. "I understand honey," she answered, "you don't have to justify it to me. But how are you going to deal with this?"
Peter smiled as he leaned sideways to allow her better access, then turned and kissed her back. "I am going to talk to this Bok myself," he told her, as he pulled her down to sit on his lap. Gently, he rubbed his hand over her belly which was now starting to show her present condition of being almost four months pregnant. "You be careful Harley, and stay out of harm's way. I do not know what I would do if something were to happen to you and Seleya."
He knew perfectly well though how he'd react, and the opposite party would quite likely not wish to find out. "Also, K'Nara has promised to teach me how to wield a bat'leth. I have an training appointment with her in two hours. I wish to have conducted my business with Bok by then." He kissed her again, then gently slid her off his lap so he could get up. Then he pulled his robe from the old-fashioned coat hanger that stood near the door of his quarters and slung it over his shoulders. The robe fell almost to the ground, shrouding his entire figure when he pulled up the hood. The dark brown colour matched the colour of his deep red robes, which he wore when he was off duty.
"I will be back for dinner," he promised Harley, "and I will contact Sheena to let her know where I am. If I do not call within two hours, prior to meeting K'Nara for practice, then assume that I am in trouble." He gave her an encouraging smile. "Of course, I shall endeavour to avoid trouble." With that, he walked out of their quarters while pulling up the hood, to conceal his face. He didn't want anyone to know that it was the security chief that was unorthodoxily and unauthorised was going to question someone that was detained. He'd present himself as an aquaintance, hoping security would not recognise him.
To his surprise, his stunt pulled off and a few minutes later he was facing the Ferengi. "Start talking," he ordered, "why does the chief engineer come to me when you are in trouble. Why are you endangering her life, and that of the entire Dark Phoenix crew along with it?"
Peter sincerely doubted Brahms would condone his methods, let alone get away with it, but he was convinced it would be for the greater good to work this way. The least people that knew about it, the less the danger to the ship would be.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Nov 26, 2006 11:37:22 GMT
Slowly, Marcus managed to open one eye, thankfully, the room was still in complete darkness .. "Computer .. What time is it ?" he mumbled.
"The current time is Sixteen forty three hours." the ship replied, 'sarcastically' in Brahms' view.
He turned over and the room spun for a few seconds before settling into a leisurely anti-clockwise drift .. Requesting Twenty percent lighting, he eyed the statue. Then resigning himself to the inevitable, he got up and headed for the shower .. Later, dressed in civilian clothes and full to the brim with black coffee, he picked up the 'stolen goods' then headed to the Star base, but needed to stop somewhere else on the way ..
Entering Sickbay, Brahms glanced round almost nervously for Sianna. Ensign Gathuit noticed him standing in the doorway and walked over.
"Can I help you Captain ?"
"Yes .. I need something to get rid of a massive hangover." Brahms said, still looking round the room.
"I'll get Doctor Kell ........"
"NO .." Brahms interrupted quickly, then lowering his voice, "No need for the Doctor to see me like this .. You do it .. OK."
"As you wish Captain." Gathuit said shrugging, then began to prepare a hypo while eying the statue under Brahms' arm with amusement, "Been shopping Captain ?" he asked as he administered the medication. Marcus felt his head clearing and the 'self induced' illness subsided rapidly ...
"What ?" Brahms asked, looking from the Medic, to the statue, then back to the Medic, "No it's a .. I'm just .. It's getting returned." he said quickly, then headed for the door, "Thank you Ensign."
Gathuit shrugged at the closed doors, logged the Commodore's visit, and went back to what he was doing ..
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Walking around the promenade he couldn't remember which bar he'd actually 'borrowed' the statue from .. They all seemed to look the same, so after an hour's wandering he decided he needed help .. He tapped his Comms badge ..
=^= Brahms to MCPO Stone =^=
=^= Stone .. Ah go ahead Captain =^=
=^= Ron .. Where in heavens name did I pick up this statue .. I can't find the place anywhere ? =^=
=^= Out for a 'hair of the dog' are we then Marky ? =^= Ron said, barely controlling a chuckle.
=^= NO .. We are not .. I just need to return this .. The statue .. To it's rightful owner =^=
=^= Where are you now then ? =^= Ron asked, trying, and failing completely, not to laugh now.
=^= 'D' Section .. Turbo-lifts on my left =^=
=^= Then the bar is about oh Thirty meters up on your right .. You sure you wouldn't like some erm moral support ? =^= Ron asked innocently.
=^= No Chief .. I'll be just fine .. Brahms out =^=
'Ron is never going to let me live this down' he thought .. Then sighing .. Marcus headed for the bar ..........
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Post by K'nara Corval on Nov 27, 2006 10:30:47 GMT
"Finish your drink, love. We have to get moving soon." Connor said.
K’Nara nodded deciding to ask no questions as to what was to happen in the pre-arranged location they were going too. Something kind of communication had occurred between both men, she knew that but couldn’t put her finger on what.
She placed her glass down; it was empty anyway and stood up trusting her fiancé and allowing him to lead her away from the bar.
Tag <Connor>
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Nov 27, 2006 15:52:11 GMT
“Start talking. Why does the chief engineer come to me when you are in trouble? Why are you endangering her life, and that of the entire Dark Phoenix crew along with it?” Peter Horn as Bok the Ferengi angrily.
“Where’s Melanie?” Bok said. “I will only speak to Melanie. I have no reason to trust you.” He jumped up and pressed himself back against the wall fearing he had now got his friend in danger. For one second he had had some hope. It had been Mel. She had known personnel details that a shape shifter couldn’t know. He had to believe it had been Mel..
Pointing his finger at Horn he yelled, “For all I know you could be one of them.”
“Where’s my wife and where’s Melanie? Why have you done this? Blackmailed me, set me up and taken away those dear to me?” he bellowed anger and fright becoming too much for him, the thoughts hitting Peter telepathically in full force. Peter knew in a second what he had told Mel had been the truth. Unfortunately before he could try calm and reassure the Ferengi that he was here to help and indeed real, a guard spotted what was going on and 2 were in and had Bok against a wall, hypo to his neck.
“Nooo,” Peter roared but they sedated him. Bok now unconscious was heaved away by one of them, the other turned to Peter.
“He was like this when he first came, going on about conspiracies and people not being who they were. We got a betaziod counsellor in and she reviewed him as being lying and inventing a story to get off the hook and the shock of being in a penal colony had caused him to believe his delusions. He acted frightened making out the Betaziod wasn’t really a betaziod. She said it was one of the fastest creation of an ongoing, expanding delusion she had ever seen.” The guard said nodding as he worded it correctly from his memory.
“Then he refused to speak to anyone but a Melanie D’BrooNi for 2 weeks and was silent. Several different counsellors tried with him but he just didn’t respond until the lady in question came to see him today. He spoke then.”
“Really,” Peter murmured already piecing together that the first counsellor had been a shape shifter. Posing as a respected betaziod counsellor and claiming the betaziod abilities that Bok was lying was a perfect cover for a shape shifter to get in and frighten the Ferengi into shutting up and put rest to anyone possibly considering it might be true what he was saying.
“I was a fascinating report. I thought Betaziod couldn’t read Ferengi’s due to the temporal lobes but they have new techniques now she said. Fascinating.”
Peter knew that not to be true. Anything big like Betaziods making progress on reading Federation Ferengi prisoners would have been news in the security community. “Hey you look familiar?” the guard said looking Peter up and down. “Do you work in Starfleet? I’m sure I know you from somewhere?”
“You must be mistaken,” Peter replied as calmly as possible. He decided it best to leave in case he released who he was.
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Post by Commander Peter Horn on Nov 27, 2006 20:16:22 GMT
He pulled the cloak tighter about him as he turned, casting a final glance on the now unconscious Ferengi. "You will be hearing from security about your treatment of this Ferengi," he slowly told the guards, his grey eyes flashing angrily at them. The hood concealed his face, and particularly concealed his heritage, thus Peter was certain he wouldn't be identified.
"Yes I think I've seen you before," the guard insisted, grabbing hold of Peter's arm through the cloak. Peter felt the fingers fold around his arms in a vice-like grip to the level of it being painful.
He shut the thought of pain away, and focused on the guard. "Release my arm," he said gently, but threateningly, "and you will not get hurt." Peter was fortunate the second guard was pre-occupied with settling Bok back on his bunk.
The guard reached for his phaser, but before he ever got there, Peter's hand clamped down on the junction between his clavicle and his neck and the guard collapsed without a sound. "Sir, your companion has become unwell," Peter called to get the attention of the second guard. "He suddenly fainted." With the second guard now distracted, Peter took the chance to quietly disappear.
He was still reeling from the force of the telepathic thoughts he had received from Bok, surprised to receive any thought at all since he always believed it was impossible to read Ferengi. He would need some time to sift through the information but he already knew that the concerns Melanie had brought to him had merit, and he now needed to act on them accordingly.
Peter hurried through the corridors of Unification, he cloak billowing out behind him as he ran. He needed to get away from the brig, and fast, before the guard came to and they would come after him. When he reached the gardens he slowed his pace and lowered his hood, relaxing his posture. The gardens always calmed him, giving him the chance to relax and properly think problems through. He would need to talk to Brahms as soon as possible, but he needed to know first that Brahms was who he claimed to be. Now that there were shapeshifters on the station, there was no way of knowing who he could trust.
After spending several minutes in the gardens, he made his way to the Klingon first officer's quarters for his training appointment.
(K'Nara/Connor)
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Post by Dr. Sianna Keller on Nov 27, 2006 20:31:29 GMT
When Sianna returned to sickbay from her walk around the starbase, she noticed Gathuit smiling to himself while he was working. "Something funny happen while I was away?"
The nurse looked up and chuckled. "Yes, now that you mention it. The captain came in, asking for something to clear his mind. Looked like he had a tough night but he'll be hyper enough soon. Scans showed his system's full of caffein! Oh, and he was carrying an oddly looking statue about and treating it as though he stole it from somewhere."
Sianna's eyes widened in surprise. "You should've called me. Poor Brahms...he really should learn to hold his liquor!" She chuckled. "Computer locate Commodore Marcus Brahms."
=^= Marcus Brahms is on the promenade, Section D, Bugman's Bar.=^=
Instead of taking the walk there, Sianna adjusted her mobile emitter and seconds later, appeared in the bar. She spotted Brahms immediately, her smile widening. "Sooo, my dear Marcus," she drawled as she approached, "what do I hear now. You been poaching last night?" She tugged at his arm. "Gathuit may have given you something against a hangover without proper exam...but you're not getting away from one. C'mon, you're going with me, back to sickbay."
She chuckled softly as she noted the horror in his eyes. "Aw now, I don't bite!" She leaned closer, her lips nearly touching his ear. "Not yet anyway," she whispered, before lightly kissing his cheek. "Computer, two to transport to sickbay."
Seconds later, they were back in DP's sickbay. "Lay down commodore, and not a word from you until I'm done. If yo think of leaving, I may have to restrain you. How much did you have to drink last night?"
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Dec 2, 2006 1:13:19 GMT
To say Marcus was speechless at the two beamed back to the Phoenix, was more than likely going to end up the understatement of the millennia ! It was almost preposterous that the ship's EMH had all-but kidnapped him from the Star base. Not only that, but was threatening, be it joking or otherwise, to restrain him ... 'If this wasn't so ludicrous, it'd be laughable' he thought, as the Doctor started to check him over with a Medical tricorder.. Marcus began to sit up ... "Lay down Commodore, and not a word from you until I'm done. If you think of leaving, I may have to restrain you.. Now .. How much did you have to drink last night?" "Doctor .. Just WHAT do you think you are doing !" Brahms finally managed to say. "Oh .. Come now Captain .. You must know how I feel .. You didn't exactly try to beat me off with a sti ...... " Sianna began to say .. "What you did in the corridor was .. Was .." Brahms was stunned, he knew exeacly what she was going to say and he just couldn't find the words ... "We both know don't we .. " said the Doctor, leaning very close to Marcus, "Don't we .. That we can't help ourselv ....... " "Computer .. Discontinue Emergency Medical Hologram !" Brahms said, and before the Doctor could react, she vanished, "Lock-out all EMH functions .. Re-activation on my voice command only !" "EMH program locked-out." stated the ship's computer... Brahms sat up .. 'This needs to be sorted, and now !' he thought, then after a second, tapped his Comms' badge ... =^= Brahms to Commander D'BrooNi =^= He finally sat up, looking round the empty Sick-bay ... Waiting for his Chief Engineer to reply .......... < tag : Mel > OOC : That'll teach you to try getting your beloved Captain !!!
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Post by Mel D'BrooNi on Dec 2, 2006 9:09:44 GMT
Mel put down her fork in suprise as her comm. badge bleeped. Tay opposite her looked very excited upon realising it was the Captain and he reached across before Mel could stop him repling:
"Yes Captain Brahms. I will get my sister for you."
Mortifyed she batted Tays hand out of the way and stood up away from him, glaring at the 6 year old, as her mum took over disciplining him for her. There was something in the Captains voice she couldn't put her finger on . It was strange to be contacted on shore leave but she could tell something was very wrong.
"Im sorry about that sir. How can I help?" Mel responded.
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Post by Marcus Brahms on Dec 2, 2006 12:46:27 GMT
=^= I'm sorry about that Sir .. How can I help ? =^= D'BrooNi replied, flashing a disapproving look at Tay.
For a moment, Brahms wondered just 'who' had answered the Comm, then realized that Mel had her family visiting.
=^= Commander .. Sorry for disturbing you while you have visitors .. It can wait =^=
=^= No it's fine Captain .. We were just finishing up .. What do you need ? =^=
=^= Don't worry Melanie .. I've had to take the EMH off-line .. There are some .. Anomalies .. In her programming and I need you to take a look =^=
=^= I'll go down to Sick-bay now Sir .. It wo ..... =^= Mel began.
=^= No Mel .. Later will do .. Was that Tay I heard before ? =^=
=^= Yes Sir .. Sorry =^= she replied, reddening, and glaring at Tay, who simply shrugged, grinning.
"Can I speak to the Captain too Mel ?" he asked, Mel shook her head and mouthed the word 'No' ...
=^= Say Hi for me will you .. You will need to contact me when you go to look at Sianna .. I've Locked-out her program .. Brahms out =^=
He glanced around the room again, this time looking for the missing statue .. It was nowhere to be seen, and he decided he wasn't about to go looking for it .. Leaving Sick-bay, he headed for his quarters ..........
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Post by K'nara Corval on Dec 4, 2006 11:25:10 GMT
K’Nara listened with interest as Connor discussed his theory of a shapshifter threat with several individuals in a secluded place. Her intelligence agency had some knowledge of this group. In fact she recognised the face of one of them. However they had never interfered in any of the Empires actions, as she knew, so they had just been covertly monitored on occasion and left to their own devices. She could tell from the wary looks most of them gave her, that they did not trust her an inch.
Ignoring that she let Connor do the talking and just watched. After awhile she remembered she had an engagement with Peter Horn. Touching Connor’s shoulder gently she made her excuses and left them to their discussions.
She walked into a training area on the station that Peter had booked for them. He was in traditional Vulcan dress to match her Klingon garb. “Good afternoon Commander,” he said with a slight bow.
“It is just K’Nara. I am no longer your superior,” she replied to his surprise. Walking to the wall, she pulled 2 Bat’leths and handed one to Horn. Shaking her head, she placed hers down straight away as she showed him a basic grip. She then pulled his shoulders back so he was stood very straight. Horn was very stiff, from nervousness or if that was just how Vulcanoids were all the time, who knew!
“Balance, as with any weapon is important,” she said. “We will go through some basic moves. Follow me.” Picking her sword up again, she stood next to him so he could see well and proceeded to show him several stances with the Bat’leth and how to flow into several moves. Peter watched as she gracefully did it. He followed her the best he could but getting used to the weight of the weapon and keeping it in the correct pose was proving difficult.
As they practiced the same moves over several times, K’Nara watched as he became less shaky. “You will get used to the weight,” she said softly. “We learn as children. Males usually from an earlier age of 8 or so, females from the age of 13 roughly unless you have a father like mine,” she smiled at him. “He chose to give me the same advantages as a male, as they were not blessed with a son.”
Peter nodded, surprised as he felt sweat beads forming on his forehead. “Children practice this nightly. Once the basic moves are learned you can then start with an opponent. However you have already faced an opponent so we can skip several weeks of practice.”
She moved to stand in front of him a little away. “Attack me.” Horn took a deep breath and charged at her raising the sword focusing on one of the grips she had just taught him. She easily blocked him; Horn nearly toppling to one side as the swords clashed, as he didn’t ground his feet enough in the move. She spent some time then showing him some basic block moves instructing him how to balance his weight and the swords. From his other weapons training he seemed to pick that up fast.
“Good, good,” she said approvingly as he managed to block a series of basic moves one after the other. She wasn’t putting a lot of power behind them but he was picking up the theory.
Next she showed him a basic attack moving into a spin round the opponent. “You can adapt this depending on what the opponent responds. “Computer, a holographic Bat’leth opponent please.” She barked. A Klingon male appeared in front of her. K’Nara demonstrated attacking fast and kicking from behind before the opponent managed to turn, then she showed him the opponent countering and her blocking from the new movement. She showed him swinging round, ducking the opponent countering and striking him under the arm fast on the way up again. Finally she showed him the opponent blocking, her dropping into a crouch kick stunning the victim while then performing her signature spinning kick move that Peter had been on the receiving end of before.
“There are many forms and styles you can study,” she said after then getting carried away and annihilating the holographic Klingon in front of him with a serious of complicated combo moves. “I will give you some training programs to study,” she said. “I developed them when teaching on Kronos.”
Horn nodded then raised an eyebrow as his communicator bleeped. =^=Commander Horn, this is station control. The Dark Phoenix has been ordered to escort the Admiral to Kronos. Shore leave is being cut short I’m afraid and everyone ordered to return to the ship by 17.00 hours. =^=
Tag <Everyone – lets get on with our new mission>
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