"Proof of our exsitence"

[Trichon 0]

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Chris wandered the corridors of the Excalibur aimlessly. His discussion with Neo and Graham about a tornamnet of sorts had definitely appealed to him. He hadn't had a chance to spar with anyone on board yet and was looking for the chance to cut loose.

 

Brian Graham walked the corridors of Deck7. He had no particular reason to but he had just returned from the station and he still had time before everyone was supposed to be back. This recreation let him become more accquainted with the ship. Brian noticed a corridor junction up ahead and decided to take a right

 

Trichon looked up from his security detail report and saw one of the newest security officers. "Hello there Brian. I didn't know you had come back from the station yet."

 

"Hi Trichon. Yeah I left Tar'Mok alone to his shopping. I don't think my human input would aid a Vulcan too much."

 

Trichon laughed, "Yeah I know what you mean there. He's a good guy though. Brought me some wine back from his shore leave in Tuscany."

 

"Interesting. How was it?"

 

"Haven't had much of a chance to try any. So what are you up to at the moment?"

 

"Nothing. Why?"

"Well I have to admit all that talk about sparring got me itching to hit the gym. To be honest most people at the academy stopped sparring with me. They didn't call me crippler for nothing you know."

 

"I'd imagine. Most cadets aren't used to Klingon endurance."

 

"Yeah," he shrugged, "And I am only half klingon."

 

"Still, it sounds like that was enough heh heh."

 

"I a lways took my physical training very seriously. I remember one time I trained for 13 hours straight once."

 

"Interesting. I've heard that Klingons, half or not, make physical training a priority."

 

"I guess. So what do you think?"

 

"About training for 13 hours?"

 

Chris flashed a grin, "No I mean about sparring me."

 

Brian thought for a moment and then looked over at the burly half klingon. "I'm game."

 

"You sure. I mean you are in the prime of your life." Chris just kept grinning. "I don't go easy on my sparring partners."

 

"I understand, but last time I checked we had a sickbay. Let's go."

 

Chris motioned towards the gym, "After you." Doubting it was honorable to attack someone from behind, Brian led the way to the gym. As they made there way to the gym Chris was mentally sizing up his opponent. Brian would not be a easy fight but that was they point. The doors to the gym opened up and both men made there way into the room. Chris changed into a training outfit and made his way out to the center and began warming up while waiting for his opponent. Brian pulled on the customary garments and attempted to focus on battling the half-Kingon.

 

"Remember come at me with everything you have. I want to see your best. I believe you don't really know someone until you have fought them." Chris then assumed a stance and awaited the attack.

 

"I was hoping you'd say that." Said Brian, fixing his helmet into place. He raised his stick in the customary fashion. Chris waited on Brian to attack him with the Bo staff. His own hands empty. Brian began with a quick fake to Chris's head, then bringing up the lower end of the starr toward Chris's right leg, hoping to send him off balance. Chris dodged the stick easily and quickly dropped down and swept his legs to try and knock his opponent off his feet. Brian jumped up and back, putting some distance between him and Chris. He went back to the customary position "Hmm, perhaps you know that one" Brian said jokingly.

 

"I know more than that." Chris dropped into a low stance and flashed a evil looking grin, "My turn." with a quickness unrivaled by his opponent he lunged forward and threw a kick out towards Brians midsection. Not thinking that Trichon would attack so fast, Brian took the complete impact of Trichon's foot, sending him to the mat. Brian quickly rolled over onto his feet again, bringing the stick up. Chris dropped a quick elbow straight through the stick and snapped it in half,

 

"Good one, but most of my organs still work!" Brian looked at the two sticks, one in each hand. "Alright, I guess you don't want me to use a stick." He quickly threw them away and took several steps back. Before Chris could figure out what he was doing Brian ran straight at his opponent. Brian rapidly closed the distance between them and came into Chris's range. Chris tried to dodge the attack but Brian had caught him off guard. Brian stepped just left of Chris, dropping to the ground and rolling past his fellow officer. Coming up, he spun around, and quickly tackled Chris from behind. Chris fell to the ground and quickly rolled up onto his feet and turned to face Graham, "Your faster than I thought you would be. I'll let you try one more attack and then we'll end this."

 

"You want to quit so early?" Said Brian, standing a little off-center, thanks to Chris's kick from before.

 

"Not me. I have a feeling you will though." yet again a sinister looking grin crossed the face of the half klingon as he switched up his stance, "I have to admit though your lasting longer than most do though."

 

"I'll be sure to request that in my epitaph" joked Brian, wondering how Chris would react to his being caught off guard. Klingons did NOT like that.

 

Chris looked at brian. "I'll remember that. Now lets finish this."

 

"Let's..." Brian countered and prepared to reap the whirlwind. He wanted another chance at being on the receiving end, hoping to last longer than last time. Chris ran foward and began to unleash a barrage of quick jabs at Brian. Brian furiously countered Chris's punches, but made no aggressive moves. He was counting on Chris getting annoyed and maybe making a mistake. However, Brian couldn't remember if Klingons GOT annoyed. Chris dropped his guard for just a moment.: Brian reacted, quickly elbowing Chris in the side. However, that also left Brian in an undefensive position. Chris looked at brian and smiled. He had taken the bait. Chris grabbed brians arm with one hand and then drove his knee into his stomach. Brian gasped, bending over, the wind knocked out of him. But he sprung off the floor, using his whole body to hit Chris. The breath escaped Chris's lungs but he did not fall. He took both fists and slammed them into Brians back.

"Ahh" yelled Brian. He elbowed Chris in the chin, hoping to get some advantage. Chris could taste blood in his mouth from the elbow. He quickly wrapped one arm around Brians neck and locked on a choke hold. "Do you yield?"

"No!" Yelled Brian, however, he couldn't break Chris's Klingon-grip. Chris wrenched the hold in and dragged Graham to the floor, "YIELD NOW!!!"

 

Brian could feel breath escaping him. "NO!" yelled Brian again, hoping Trichon wouldn't kill him. Chris's klingon side was begining to get the better of him as he let out a growl, "You must yield."

"Or...what" Brian gasped, realizing this may not be the best time to test his hypothesis

 

"Or I will choke you until you pass out. There is no honer in that."

 

Brian considered his options. "Maybe your......your right. Uncle!" Brian figured he couldn't get another chance at Trichon if he we're dead, and Klingons didn't usually give second chances.

 

Chris dropped the hold and let Brian go. "You did well." Brian coughed several times, laying down and trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm still among the living. heh heh"

 

Chris reached his hand out and helped his opponent to his feet. "And no concussions or broken bones."

" No, but your lip looks in bad shape." replied Brian. Then remembering his side he added "And I'm not doing the best either." Brian accepted Trichon's hand, getting to his feet.

 

"We fight to know ourselves. Our wounds are the proff we exsist my friend."

 

"Oh I exist alright. But I don't know if WE will after Brianna sees us..."

 

Chris laughed as they exited the gym and headed for sickbay to get there locater implants and to face the wrath of the doctors in sickbay.

 

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