Kelly strode onto the bridge of the Klingon G12 class bird of prey, dressed in a Klingon Captains battle armour, her hair tied back into a thin ponytail. She moves with conviction and purpose, towards the vacant Captains chair. The crew are male Klingons and one turns from his console to challenge her approach. He bears the rank insignia of a Lieutenant.
“SoH 'oH ghobe HoD?” He asks of her.
Kelly continues to walk and barely bothers to give him a passing glance as she addresses the Helm officer in perfect Klingon.
“Jhus’an tlhe' Daq qeng Hut, Hut, vagh nuk cha” She says then nods towards the view screen to emphasize her intent.
The Lieutenant who spoke looks clearly bemused, he casts glances at his comrades some of whom look equally baffled, including the helm officer. He steps towards Kelly drawing his d’k tahg dagger as she prepares to sit in the Captains chair.
“SoH 'oH tera!” He states as Kelly sits and swivels in her seat to face him, she crosses one booted leg over the other and sits watching him calmly as he progresses into a monologue.
“SoH ghaj ghobe' HoS naDev be” he gesticulates in a threatening manner towards Kelly with the d’k tahg dagger “SoH DIchDaq Hegh naDev vaD lIj quvHa”
He lunges forward with the d’k tahg attacking Kelly in a vicious thrust towards her, her azure eye flares as the blade pierces and penetrates the armour digging deep into her abdomen. The Lieutenant shouts a victory and steps back to admire his work, arms raised and a wide smile on his face. Kelly is pinned to the chair by the D’k tahg. She glances down at the blade sticking into her, then back to the Lieutenant.
“Not bad,” She says reverting to English “You’ve certainly earned your testicle badge at an early age. However your victory growl needs more grrrr, from the back of the throat, you sound like a little girl” She grips the handle and calmly pulls the d’k tahg out of her stomach. No blood flows, nor does she seem perturbed by the injury.
She maintains eye contact with him as she stands and quickly performs a spectacle of dexterity, flipping the d’k tahg with the skill of a Ninja Jedi who likes to juggle dangerous objects for a hobby. She flips it from one hand to another, rolling over the back of her hand and inverting the grip several times as she does. Almost as if the knife was in a zero G bubble and she was simply toying with it.
The Lieutenant stands eyes wide in a momentary stupor. This Terran female was masquerading as his Captain and she refused to be insulted, injured or incapacitated by his attack. This made him uneasy. Traditionally when you stabbed Terrans they usually bled and died
“The thing is,” She continues “I need your ship and most of your crew for a mission of the utmost importance” She flips the d’k tahg again in her hand “You know the usual temporal clones and beasties to be slain, End of the world, Saving the galaxy and all that stuff” she grins at him clearly amused by his reactions.
The rest of the bridge crew stand and face Kelly, most drawing disruptors and various sharp pointy bits of metal, which have names like “Zingzuk, mushmash or death blade” The Lieutenant does the same and levels his disruptor pistol at her; he issues no warning or order, but simply squeezes the trigger. The beam hits Kelly just above her heart and burns a hole through the armour, however it completely fails to harm or hinder Kelly. So he fires again and shouts for his comrades to do the same.
Several dozen beams lance towards Kelly, hitting her all over and burning small holes through her armour and clothing. For the briefest of seconds, she looks like an illuminated angel with golden beating wings cascading beams of light around her. Maybe it was just a trick of the light.
The Lieutenant fires until he is satisfied he has used enough energy to vaporize a small moon, then holsters his pistol and blinks to erase the afterimage of light on his retina.
Kelly still remained, standing resolute and defiant, chuckling to herself quietly. Small wisps of smoke rose from the holes burned in her armour, yet her skin was unblemished and her hair untouched by the convergence of disruptive energy. She wafts away the smoke with her hand and reverts to her natural dialect of Everwindian.
“Thou art being very naughty boys this day, thou willst submit to my will or I will send thee to bed without supper, forasmuch as I need your ship, I do not need all of thee to run it”
She adopts a Klingon fighting stance and waits patiently for their Universal translator to translate what she said. She knew they would attack soon and although a de-carbonised body and Rivan symbiote allowed you to survive quantum explosions, warp core breeches and even multiple disruptor beams. It did become a bit of a hindrance when you got chopped into little bits.
The Lieutenant had his honour at stake and shouted a challenge before charging towards Kelly with his batleth. Kelly swiftly sidestepped the attack and lashed out with her blade towards his neck. Intending for a quick end, and a violent spurt of purple to make the others reel in shock. Instead the Klingon saw it coming and ducked out of the way, so that she only scored a slice across his cheek. This was enough to incense him to growl again in outrage.
His hand went to his cheek as he realized this terran female was trained in the fighting styles of his people and a more worthy adversary than he first thought. He drops into a similar fighting stance and they begin to circle. Mirroring each other’s movements. Blades’ weaving in the air in front of them as each performs complex katas. Trying to outdo each other with a display of sword skill.
Kelly strikes first, feinting with her blade low, so he drops his batleth to block. Then lashing at his other cheek, drawing an identical slash. Enraged once more he lets swing with his batleth, fully intending to cut her in half. Kelly jumps and flips over the blade as he attacks, her ponytail swishes through the air and its tip is cut cleanly as her momentum pivots her over the batleth and into his weak flank. Realizing his error he attempts to withdraw quickly and jabs at her with his elbow which misses.
Somebody nearby casts a throwing dagger at Kelly’s back, she pauses to pluck it from the air and throw it back the way it had come. Somebody yelps as it hits something fleshy and she ducks under another clumsy strike from the Lieutenant, she jabs him in the knee with her captured d’k tahg, causing the red mist to descend and a violent series of attacks slice through the air where Kelly once stood. He charges her again.
She brings the dagger round in a shallow arc, allowing the Lieutenant to impale himself on his own D’k tahg. Kelly grips the handle and lifts with inhuman strength so his body rises a good six inches off the floor, the blade digging into him deeper and lodging on his ribcage. He drops his batleth and purple blood splutters from his mouth. Kelly stands defiant to the rest of the crew as the Lieutenant gurgles his life away, finally dropping him to the floor in a heap. She issues a short and sharp retort to the rest of the crew.
“My ship!” She says in English and then again in Klingon. “WIj Duj!” She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, resting one foot on the corpse; she glares at the remaining crew “Wlj Duj!” She repeats blood dripping from her gloved hands and smeared over her face.
None of the crew seems ready to challenge this crazy immortal terran woman and they return their attention to their consoles. Kelly retrieves the D’k tahg and kicks the body away from the Captains chair
“Somebody tidy up this mess and bring me some Raktajino” She commands, taking her seat and casually drumming her fingers on the armrest. She looks around the dull interior and the crew manning their posts, making a mental note to do something with the interior design and the defective plasma coils.
“Engage cloak and set course for starbase 38, bearing nine, nine, five mark two maximum warp”” She nods to the view screen again.
“Hovbase wejmah ek qeng Hut, Hut, vagh nuk cha” The helm officer confirms to her.
“My ship” She mutters under her breath slowly as she firmly clenches the grip of the d’k tahg in her gloved hand. Her thoughts drift to the friends and ship she had once called home, to the Captain who had been left behind and the unique ship called the Carolina. She gritted her teeth and her conviction was multiplied tenfold. She was going to find her home and the Captain she was sworn to protect, whatever the cost. All the gravity in all of the universes could not halt this unstoppable force.
“Engage”
The ships warp engines whine into life and catapult them on their way. The Lieutenants body is left behind them, committed to eternity drifting through space.
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