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B'Etor Patterson

Aggression is King, or is it?

B'Etor moved around the lab, unable to calm herself after the almost fight she and Ensign Wilson had gotten into. How could he be so mean, without a reason? She didn't understand it, and her Klingon temper was mounting, she could almost see the red as she got more upset and angry. "Computer! Locate Ensign Praxx!" The computer beeped. "Ensign Praxx is in his quarters"

 

She told Commander Pilot she needed a few moments and she then left, with his ok. She stormed down the hall, getting a turbolift, requesting the floor that Ensign Praxx's quarters were on. After a moment, she stormed down the hall and stopped at his quarters. She rang the chime, panting hard, fury in her eyes.

 

Praxx sat at the workstation in his quarters drawing up the training schedule for the martial arts classes he was to begin teaching for the security staff. He had just finished the first lesson when his door chime sounded. He looked up slightly puzzled wondering who would be stopping by. "Come." He said setting the PADD down and turning his attention to the door.

 

She stormed in, panting hard, her lips pursed in a look of anger and rage. Her black eyes stared down at him and she growled, low and cruelly. "Holodeck.. exercise..now..." Her voice low, he could tell she was either angry, or hurt. Hard to tell with the typical Klingon face.

 

Praxx still had a good bit of work to do but he could tell she was upset and figured he could spare an hour or so if it would make her feel better. "Alright." He said with a hint of concern in his face. "Let me just change out of my uniform and grab a towel." He moved to the closet and grabbed a change of clothes. "You ok?" He asked over his shoulder.

 

She stared at him, shaking her head. "I am..over reacting.. to a situation.. I cannot control. You know how much I hate that..." He could see her trying to fight the rage building inside of her, but it was too hard sometimes. "I just need to work this anger off, or I am scared of what I may do."

 

"Fair enough" He said nodding as he walked out of the head in his workout attire. "Ready?" He gestured towards the door and waited for her to lead the way out. "Yeah, I'm ready. Thanks for joining me. You are the only one I know who can handle it, and I am scared to be alone."

 

She walked with him, just being near him calming her slightly, but she needed to get some aggression out. She didn't want to tell him why she was so mad. "You can always come to me if you need anything you know that." He said stepping into the turbolift with her. "Holodeck 2." The lift started moving and halted a few minutes later, the doors parting and they walked down the corridor to the holodeck. "Computer, run combat training program Praxx 3 Alpha."

 

She nodded to him and smiled. "I know. Thanks for that. With Josh on the planet, and barely knowing anyone, it's hard, you know?" She stepped out with him and walked into the holodeck. "Oh, 3 Alpha, huh?" She smirked, still in uniform.

 

Praxx walked to one end of the room, setting his towel down on the bench and then making his way to the center of the room awaiting B'Etor. She looked at him and smirked. "Actually, wanna just go to mess hall and get something to eat?" She looked at him, the rage in her eyes going away. Just the idea of fighting with him drained her. They hadn't been in a ring since the academy incident. "I am starving."

 

He smiled at her and nodded. "Sure." He said walking back over and picking up the towel. "Computer end program." He said holding his hand out to her. She took his hand and walked with him. She smiled to him, the rage and anger gone from her eyes. "What is it about you, that I just, it calms me down." She moved towards the mess hall.

 

"Must be my charming personality and dashing good looks." He said laughing. "So what's on your mind?" He asked looking at her and continuing to walk down the corridor beside her.

 

"Maybe that's it. Like the academy, gunna have to beat the women off with a stick." She squeezed his hand gently and walked into the mess hall. "Bad..bad day in sickbay."

 

She sat down, shaking her head. "I'm sorry to hear that, I want you to tell me all about it." he said sitting down next to her and leaning forward elbows on the table giving her his full attention.

 

She wasn't really hungry, so she ordered a basic beverage. She shook her head again, drumming her nails against the table. "Ensign Wilson. He's like me, an Assistant. We got along so fine the first time we worked in a major trauma situation." She leaned back in her chair, her eyebrows furrowing. "Now, he seems like he has a problem with me. Like he resents, or dislikes me. I don't know why."

 

Praxx ordered a plate of hot wings with ranch dressing and then listened to B'Etor retelling what had happened in sickbay. "And you have no idea what caused this sudden change in attitude?"

 

"I went to my quarters to rest, per Commander Pilot." She sighed, not wanting to go over her head injury, again. "I came back, and it was like he was a completely different man. He was hostile towards me, and rather demanding. Said I wasn't following orders, and when I went to talk to Commander Pilot, he mumbled that I was walking away." She was no longer angry about it, she was more upset than anything.

 

"What did Doctor Pilot have to say about it?" He asked curious as to why this might be going on and how it could be resolved.

 

"He heard us and came out, and I mean, Wilson had me so mad, I was going to go after him. Commander Pilot just demanded to know what was going on, and then separated us. After a little while, I couldn't take the lab area anymore, so I asked for a little bit of personal time." She sipped her drink when it arrived. "I don't know why he suddenly doesn't like me... I don't get it.."

 

"Have you considered speaking with him directly about it? Now that you've had a chance to calm down maybe you could speak with him and find out what it is that is bothering him."

 

"I don't know if I want to know. I know it has nothing to do with my race, because our Commander is almost half Klingon. So it can't be that. Maybe he just doesn't like the way I work, or my personality?" She looked at him and blinked, sighing.

 

Praxx raised an eyebrow at her mention of race. "Yes, like you Doctor Pilot is also part klingon, however you're also part Romulan...had you considered that could be the source of his discomfort?" He didn't know anything about this Ensign Wilson but was curious as to whether perhaps he'd endured some hardship at the hands of the Romulans and was somehow holding it against her now.

 

She shrugged. "But it was obvious, by my ears and eyebrows that I am some part Romulan. Why would someone hate someone else because of the way they look? I never understood that. I am used to being teased and picked on, but hated? To that extreme?" She leaned towards him, starting to wonder now.

 

"I couldn't begin to imagine B'Etor, I'm no mind reader. Only thing I can figure is that maybe at some point, something happened to him that the Romulans are responsible for and he holds a grudge against anyone of that race, whether they were personally involved in the incident or not." He really had no idea if that was the case or not but figured that suggesting some possible explanation would be better than saying nothing at all and giving her thoughts nowhere to go.

 

"Enough about my problems. How is your position going? Anything interesting happen, besides the mines?" She had barely seen him since they were stationed together. She had begun to miss him dearly, and every moment she got with him, she would cherish, since it was obvious they wouldn't be together everyday.

 

"Nah, the minefield situation has been keeping us all pretty occupied lately. I've been spending a lot of time on the bridge working with the science division trying to find a way to get past them. I think we're pretty close to a workable solution but we'll know more when we conduct the flight." He took a bite of one of his buffalo wings before continuing. "I've also been asked to prepare and instruct a martial arts training program for the security department, I was working on the first lesson when you stopped by." He said smiling at her.

 

She smiled, about the instruction classes. "That is great. Already impressing your superior officer??" She took his free hand, squeezing it encouragingly.

 

"Heh, that remains to be seen." He said taking her hand in his. "You know, if you think it would help I could speak with this Ensign Wilson, or with Doctor Pilot himself...see if I can figure out what's going on. I know you're probably not comfortable speaking with them directly given that it is obviously a touchy matter for you."

 

"Oh no. My first personal issue on the ship, I need to handle myself. You can't save me every time." She smiled to him, happy he offered, but she knew his temper. Wilson might say something awful and Praxx would get in a lot of trouble for snapping him in half. "Commander Pilot I can handle, I will figure out the problem and fix it with Ensign Wilson." She blushed, really flattered he was willing to do that for her.

 

"Alright." he said deciding not to pursue the matter. "Well if you need anything else, you know where to find me." He smiled and then took another of the wings from the plate and dipped it in his ranch before taking a bite.

 

"You know I will." She smiled to him. "That's why I love you. You are so, soothing. Soothing is not something that comes naturally for Klingons... or Romulans."

 

"Glad I can help." he said smiling again. "So, any problems with your co-workers?" She smiled to him, not hearing about them yet.

 

He hesitated for a moment, a rather quizical look on his face. "I'm not sure yet." was all he said. "What do you mean?" She blinked, leaning closer, stealing a wing, more curious than ever. "Explain?

 

"I'm not sure I can." He said pushing the ranch over where she could get at it easier. "There really isn't anything to tell yet, but when there is I'll tell you all about it." he smiled hoping she'd buy that and let it go. He wasn't sure how we was going to explain that one of the other security officers, from what he could tell, either wanted to mate with him or stab him in the heart with a straw and drink him dry. He knew she would be less than thrilled with either scenario. Besides he might be way off on both counts.

 

She narrowed her eyes playfully at him, smiling. "If that is your way of asking to drop it, it makes me want to know even more. If you won't tell me then, that's fine as well." She dipped in the ranch, then ate the wing.

 

"I will tell you." he said eating another hot wing. "when I have something to tell." She smiled and nodded. "Alright, but when you have something, I wanna know all." She was very intrigued now, and that was obvious in the way she looked at him. "This is like déjà vu.

 

"Oh?" he asked..."How's that?"

"We had a conversation similar to this, about relationships in the academy. It was about who you liked." She smiled, remembering that night. She laughed, remembering his avoidance of the question.

 

He laughed recalling that. "Oh that...yes I suppose this is somewhat similar, though the subject matter is a little different." He called the waiter over wanting something to drink. "I'll have a cola please." He said turning back to B'Etor.

 

She sighed and looked at him. "I missed you while we were apart.." She showed a side few saw, sentiment. "I missed you too." he said smiling and squeezing her hand again.

 

She smiled and looked at their hands, then back to him. "When is your next day off?" She kinda wanted to spend some time with him. "I wish I knew." he said shaking his head slightly. "I'd imagine not until we've resolved this minefield situation and gotten our fighters back. Maybe I'll be able to get a day off while we're en route back to the HaVorante planet to recover our away team."

 

"Well, let's hope your day off and my day off are the same." She cracked her neck and sighed. "We should get back. You seemed busy before I stormed in and over took you." She smiled.

 

He laughed and then nodded. "I do have a good bit of work to do, but I'm never to busy for you, you know that." "I know, and I truly appreciate that. You are too good to me." She stood up and stretched slightly. "Let's hope I don't lose my temper again. You know how I am. I sometimes wonder if I should have gone into Security..." She laughed.

 

"Would have been good having you there, but I think you'll do great in medical too." he said standing up and walking with her out of the lounge. "Yeah, I think medical was my calling, but Security would have been a lot more interesting." She looked over at him, heading towards sickbay.

 

"Night Jaden." She smiled softly before he left.

 

"Night B'Etor." He said heading towards his quarters as she made her way toward sickbay.

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