Venting Plasma (No Pun Intended Marius)

[B'Etor Patterson 0]

Patterson took a moment, away from the group and went into the Medical Lab, pacing back and forth. Panting and growling like a caged animal, she was almost dizzy with anger. She looked at the floor as she paced, eyes narrowed at everything she managed to glare at for more than two seconds. Hissing at random objects her fist knocked on the table, on purpose, her knuckles making a sickening crack. "They.. how can they.. are they.. they.. they.."

 

She let out a low, deep howl and her fist slammed into the wall. Knowing titanium didn't dent, she did it again. The pain seething through her hand, up her arm made her anger release slightly. She huffed, her thick curly hair falling around her face and moving with the hard breathing of three lungs. Her lips curled as she looked for something to tear apart. She broke a bar off of the lab desk and screamed as she tried to twist or bend it, managing to shift it slightly. "They.. how can they.. why do they.. idiots."

 

She suddenly felt a odd sensation. A sensation never felt before by her. She sat down and started bawling her eyes out. Klingon's didn't cry, Romulans didn't either. She covered her face with her bloodied hands, sobbing almost uncontrollably. "They... What if the XO collapsed somewhere important, who would get in trouble.. ME! What if Lieutenant T'Lorin is re-injured, who will feel the guilt.. ME! I am Klingon! I do not feel guilt, or sadness!"

 

She stood back up and started pacing again, her bloodied knuckles caked in her green blood. "I have the strength of three of Lieutenant T'Lorin. Why don't I just go down there with a medical order and pull him by his Half Romulan ear back down here and put his sickbay running behind in stasis! Can't run from me then!"

 

She nodded, her anger coming back to her as she prepared to do just that. "And the XO, I will allow the CMO to deal with her." She stormed out of the lab, plotting a way to get Marius without his slithering away.