The Honorable Way (Part 2 of 2)

Posted on 06 Dec 2016 @ 1:03am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Langdale Wiggins & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant Min Zhao & Lieutenant JG Rahl Tyton Ph.D. & Ensign Mimi & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Greg Mitchell & Lieutenant JG Eelim Galan & Ensign Ibrahim Qureshi M.D. & Ensign Splendora Nightingale & Petty Officer 1st Class Eviess & Chief Petty Officer Crispin Snow & Crewman Ezra Koenig
Edited on on 06 Dec 2016 @ 1:05am

2,055 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 12 - Recluse
Location: IKS Neg JoK - Decks 2, 3
Timeline: MD 03 - 0220 hrs

Previously, on The Honorable Way (Part 1)...

The six other Klingon guards surrounding the general slowly circled both him and the Starfleet challenger. They began to chant in their native tongue, all giving praise to their commander and mocking the blue-collared El-Aurian.

Greg turned to look at Wilson to his right. "Stay in front of the others. They have to come through us first if they want the rest of the crew."

Wilson nodded.

And Now, the Conclusion...

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Greg turned to Rivetti and included him in the conversation. "If anyone of them tries to attack the crew, we defend at all costs. And if you see an opening to grab one of their firearms, take it. We aren't Klingons. We don't do this 'honorable fight to the death.' Use any and every trick you can to get everyone out of here alive."

"Right Chief," both men replied.

Greg stood back in front of Commander Allyndra as he watched the fight. As he watched the two fight, he couldn't help buy yell out. His anger and hatred to these Klingons got the better of him. "Come on, Lieutenant! Kick his ass!"

Allyndra was barely keeping her eyes open from the jostling. This had not gone according to plan, still she hoped for a chance to use the weapon if she had to and it was becoming more and more certain. She would abide her time yet. The chanting and while she did not understand Klingon she could get the feel from the emotion of the other guards. There were six of them and a whole lot more of them. She shouted, "Jeer the general and cheer our comrade. Everyone!" It would be psychological warfare no matter how the fight turned out.

Snow moved to the fron of his own cell. "Beating him will be wasy sir" he told Rahl is his calm , soothing drawl, but loud enough that everyone could here it whilst the two opponents circled each other . "He's probably the only one in his family without a smooth forehead. His mother, his wife, his sisters, his children. Smooth as mine. It probably means his mother slept with someone other than his alleged father to produce him, but I suspect he already knows. Thats why he's got that silly swaggering cloak. Daddy Issues."

The Klingons roared but they were being drowned out by the gathered Galilians. A few turned toward the cells and scowled and made threats which were returned and a couple of the guards dropped the brig shields to push and punch at the prisoners.

Allyndra shouted, "Na'ahpoi! Na'waliwaliah!" over and over. The Akkadian might not mean much to the Klingons but the tone and intent was clear. She was trying to encourage the rest to drown out the guards. One mistake, one misstep and and they might have a chance. While she shouted she sent a small prayer to the Twins that such a chance would come and that the tribbles on the loose would soon be acting like tribbles always did.

Eviess watched the fight feeling helpless. She saw one of the Klingons go for a dagger and grabbed his hand to stay him. With a force she hadn't been expecting he backhanded her causing her to fly into the wall.

Eelim had seen the exchange. He growled and left Allyndra's side. He reared back and punched the Klingon knocking a few teeth out.

The klingon pulled a blade and took a swipe back at the Cardassian. Others behind him begin to pull both bladed and energy weapons as well.

"ENOUGH!" Allyndra shouted. Her fingers curled around the hypo. It would be a perfect time, but the tug of still some ethics caught at her and she would use that hypo as a last resort threat. The tribbles no doubt had made their way on through the systems. How long the suppressant would work she was not sure but figured in a couple of days it would be off and then if the little things had not been caught, there would be a tribble infestation.

Allyndra's voice brought Eelim's eyes to her. Something the Klingon took advantage of and he stepped forward lodging the knife in Eelim's shoulder.

Eelim cried out and swung his hand knocking the Klingon back. He looked over and noticed that Eviess had taken a blade too and was fighting with another Klingon...but there was something in her eyes...Fear, panic, past pain...he'd seen it before...then it stuck him. He moved over to cover her back. "Back to back!" He yelled ignoring the pain in his shoulder.

Eviess understood and placed her back to his. They began to fight.

Everything was descending into chaos and it would end badly enough Allyndra knew that in the depths of her hearts. However when the Klingon stabbed Eelim something broke inside her. She might not have the use of her wings and she was not strong, but she was light and fast. The whole incident finally broke the last of her will and she moved with surprising speed returning the stab except with the hypospray before dancing off. The only thing she managed to retain sight of was to set it to a nice sedative. A portion of her mind wrestled still with both the ethical and final orders.

She wanted to check on Eelim but it was not to be.

Three other Klingons made there way into the fight. Greg saw they had the combatants outnumbered. Looking back at the Commander to make sure she was safe, he then looked back at the two who were fighting the Klingons.

Wilson and Rivetti leaned forward, ready to run in.

"Shit...." Greg mumbled. "Go! Help them!"

The three ran to their fellow crew members. Wilson and Rivetti lunged at one, while Greg slammed as hard as he could into another. In reality, it was a stupid move. The Klingon had him beat in strength, if he could get back up. But this was the Klingon that had pissed him off since he got aboard. The one who was in charge of the detail who drug them in there. All Greg could do was wail at him the best he could while reaching for his disrupter.

Wilson and Rivetti slammed the second into a wall. As Wilson launched a punch to the Klingon's face, Rivetti brought his fist back to swing, but was caught mid punch by the third. The crewman let out a yell as he was lifted off the ground and thrown into the opposite wall. Wilson turned just in time to see the third Klingon take a swing at him. In one instant, Wilson ducked and the Klingon's fist slammed into the one the crewmen had slammed into the wall, knocking him to the ground.

The third Klingon, realizing what he had done and standing in half shock, only had time to look to his left before Wilson, now armed with some sort of tool he had found lying around, swung as hard as he could at the alien. The impact struck the Klingon's face and some blood spattered onto the wall. He remained standing however and slowly looked back at Wilson, anger in his eyes.

"Oh....shit." Wilson mumbled.

The Klingon took out a knife, snapped it open, and lunged. As Wilson brought the tool up again, Rivetti (who had gotten back onto his feet) slammed into the Klingon from the side, knocking him down. The two ganged up on the downed combatant, hoping to take him out before the others grouped on them.

Meanwhile, Greg was still slamming away at the Klingon as hard as he could. He became annoyed with the enemy's persistence in trying to push him off...and remaining conscious, "WHY! WON'T! YOU! DIE?!?" He screamed futilely as he punched the alien. Finally, the Klingon managed to bring his arm up and grab Greg's burned shoulder. Greg let out a loud yell through clenched teeth as the Klingon brought his left fist around and slammed into the right side of Greg's head. Dazed and half confused, Greg slowly rolled onto his arms and crawled forward, attempting to stand. The Klingon rose to his feet and approached the Security officer. As he brandished his knife, he spoke something in his own language that Greg could only guess was some form of swear at him.

"Oh, up yours buddy." Greg said.

The Klingon ran up and kicked Greg in his stomach. The blow rolled him over and the alien knelt down and put his hand over Greg's throat. His other hand raised the knife.

Greg looked over at the rest of the combatants, more specifically his men. Wilson and Rivetti were hammering away at the Klingon, but they were unaware of the second one who had gotten back onto his feet and was about to take out his disrupter.

Knowing he wouldn't be heard if he tried to warn his men, Eelim, or Eviess, Greg took one more glance at the rest of the crew to make sure they were still safe before looking square in the Klingon's eyes. With as much strength as he could muster through the Klingon choking him with one hand, Greg spoke: "Well, you better kill me asshole. Because if I get back up, I'm gonna shove that knife through your brain."

The large Klingon sneered in reply but did not take any action -- at least, not for the moment. In the background, the real duel had just begun. "When the general has severed your friend's head, then I will kill you. I want his dead eyes to be the last thing you see in this world."

Ko'raH twirled his bat'leth gracefully in front of him with both hands -- the hands of a skilled warrior. A loud battle cry erupted from the general and he charged Rahl without further hesitation. The advancement was controlled and deliberate, allowing him the space and timing to raise his bladed weapon above his head then bring it down against the El-Aurian with extreme force.

The clanging of a bat'leth was won't finally managed to get Wiggins' eyes to open with a flutter. He was only half aware of what was going on. The wounds he'd sustained was clearly messing with him. He remained sitting, with his knees curled to his chest. The strong emotions permeating the small space somehow awakened him from his daze. Over his shoulder, huddled in a protective stance, Crewman Koenig looked down at the XO with a look of concern. When Wiggins attempted to stand, Ezra Koenig put a firm hand on his shoulder. He wasn't about to let the man injure himself further.

Koenig's eyes continuously scanned the crowd, nearly frantically. Protecting Commander Wiggins, in his mind, had become the underlying priority even if his initial instincts were to help those that were fighting back.

Crewman Koenig took his hand of Wiggins' shoulder for just a moment to push back some of the crewmembers that had been pressed back by the fighting the other security crewman were doing. When he reached his hand out to steady himself against the Commander, he found that the XO was gone. Looking up with panic on his face, he just caught a glimpse of him as he collided with a Klingon standing over Chief Mitchell.

Throwing all his weight against the large Klingon, Wiggins used all the leverage he could muster to throw himself against the warrior. He collided with him and they both went sprawling sideways, while the Klingon lost his grasp on Mitchell. With a yell of triumph, or perhaps exertion, Wiggins fell forward on top of the Klingon. His hands desperately stretched forward looking for the knife the alien had been wielding.

Greg caught his breath. In an instant, he turned to look over at the Klingon whom had just been on him. His eyes fell to Commander Wiggins, who was stretching for the knife. Greg used all his strength to sprint forward to grab the knife to help out his superior officer.

To Be Continued...

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