"Points of Authority"

[Jamie Kroells 0]

“Points of Authority” A Kroells and Odile production

 

(Authors Note: This is a direct continuation of the sim, so read your chat log if you forgot how things ended.)

 

Condacin spat into his face. "Grozit, you idiot. How dare you lay a hand on me." Twisting, she kneed him in the stomach.

 

His hands dropped to his knees to hold himself up, the urge to double over tempting. quickly drew the personal hand phaser he had under his desk out aiming it at her. "You're not having a very good first day 'Petty' Officer."

 

Her low voice laughing in low tones, she moved to the left, easily smacking the phaser out of his hand with a perfectly-trained kick. "Like hell you'll get me that easily, human boy." Starting to snicker, she stretched, glancing at her hands. "You weren't prepared for my blow. You should be more cautious."

 

By repositioning her legs, she opened herself up to him. In an obvious Romulan style, he rushed her, slipping her knife, while getting behind her and bringing the blade to her neck. "I shouldn't have to be prepared for your blow. Incase you forgot, we're scientists not Klingons."

 

Yelping, she glared at him. "I forgot. If we were on a Klingon ship there would be honor. I haven't found that yet."

 

"If you're culture needs to break their superior officer's noses to be honorable, that's not my problem. You WILL follow my orders, or you'll find yourself on an outpost station faster then you can say 'Honor less'".

 

She seemed to relax for a moment before elbowing him in the jaw and retrieving her knife. "I should kill you for taking this. It belonged to the man who killed my mother." She smirked, cautiously flicking her finger against the razor-sharp edge. "And of course, he didn't give it to me willingly. Took a little bit of effort there, too."

 

He rubbed his jaw for a short while, as he looked back to Ember, who seemed to be shocked beyond all belief in the corner. "Personally, I could care less about your dead mother, or your ability to kill people and then loot their corpses."

 

If she was concerned with his cares, she didn't show it. "Danteri son of a bitch never knew what hit him." She smiled again, an evil glint in her eye. "As for you, just take my advice and do not anger me. I'll take your orders, Lieutenant boy, but the knife stays."

 

He shot her a cocky smirk, pretty sure he'd have shot her by now if he still had his phaser. It was justifiable. "At the moment, it doesn't matter. You can sit the brig for the rest of this mission, and then get the hell of this ship. Consider your 'Transfer Request' accepted.

 

"I didn't transfer, k'g'ib face. I wouldn't transfer away from Agincourt because of some overzealous Starfleet officer who decides a female can't have her dagger most likely as some sort of compensation for his own physical shortcomings." She smirked even wider, looking like an Amazon out of Greek mythology.

 

He rolled his eyes. "The knife is a safety hazard. One I wont have. You seem to care for it like a child would its stuffed bear. I would say you’re the one over compensating."

 

"Spare me your human analogies, please. There are few of your kind that I can actually tolerate. The rest of you are weaklings. Fools. Try to work to get off that list."

 

He gave her an sarcastic smile. "It wasn't a apology. You'll play by my rules, or you wont play at all."

 

Turning on her heel, she clicked her tongue at him. "Grozit. You've no diplomatic skills at all." The bottom half of her face contorted into a sick approximation of a simpering smile. "I'll play... you're damned right I'll play." Waving her knife at him and snickering at Ember one more time, she headed out into the Labs to face the music.