RP Log: Ko-Bayashi Maru
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| 2026-02-12 00:44 | |
Ko's body bends and flexes to push off of the wall once it's clear that Tikar is going to head back into custody. She shakes her head at Davis after she asks for a pilot. "Captain." She says to address T'Shaav while ambling up to the front of the room. "When I came to Emissary Station, you asked me what I thought about things between Bajor and Vulcan." Her hand reaches out for Tikar's shoulder once she's standing alongside him. A flash smile is given to the man. "You compared it to the Kobayashi Maru." Her head swivels back to look at the Vulcan. "Unfortunately, for you..." She taps her commbadge with a self-satisfied look spread heavily across her face. "I don't believe in a no win scenario."
Lieutenant (jg) Ko taps her commbadge and says, "IKS yuch Ha', 2 to beam up"
A brightening burst of dark red flickering light engulfs Tikar.
A brightening burst of dark red flickering light engulfs Ko.
Tikar materializes on the pad and looks around. "What... What's happened?"
"It worked!" Ko exclaims as she materializes with Tikar in the Klingon transporter room. She ignores the Klingon soldier standing in the background. Her front rotates to face Tikar and wrap him in a violent embrace. "I can't believe it actually worked!"
Still surprised and confused, Tikar instinctively returns the embrace. "Kelra, what have you done?" he asks almost breathlessly.
Ko pulls back to beam broadly at Tikar. "What's it look like I've done!?" She shouts cheerfully. "You're free!" Her teeth glint red under the ominous red lighting. "They were going to put you back in that cell. I couldn't let them do that to you."
Tikar looks around the transporter oom again, really seeming to take it in this time. He releases Ko and steps off of the transporter pad, turning in a slow circle as he looks around. "I'm free? I can walk out of that door without some security guard following my every move? I can sleep in a real bed, have a real shower, and eat a real meal?" His tone is full of wonder and uncertain disbelief and guarded hope.
Ko looks at the Klingon decor and considers her words very carefully. "You don't have to worry about a security guard following you around." She promises. "This ship is a warship. We have some unfinished business before you can return to Bajor, but, all of those pleasures wait for you back home."
Tikar steps back over to the platform where Ko is still standing. He takes her in another embrace, this one more tender. "Deer girl. Dear sweet, sweet girl." He drops a couple of kisses on her forehead in a fatherly fashion. "But what about you? Your career in Starfleet? Your Captain with the ears? How is all of this going to affect you?"
Ko takes the embrace and kisses with a warm face. She spends a moment relishing in her victory. Her hands trace the edges of her face after taking a step back. "What about me?" She asks with joy. "I'm going to be able to see my own face in the mirror." A couple tears cascade down her cheeks. "I'll be able to hear my own voice for the first time in months."
"Your own face?" Tikar looks more confused now than he did before. "What are you talking about?" He searches his pockets for a handkerchief to offer Kelra for her tears, but he obviously doesn't have one.
"They're surgical alterations." Kelra admits with a frown. She uses her hands to get the tears herself. "I had to look like her to free you."
"Like her?" Tikar's confused expression turns into a frown. "Like Ko Kelra? But... if you're not her, then who are you? And why did you have to look like someone else?"
"I knew you wouldn't take it well." Kelra says with a matching frown. "It's why I couldn't tell you on the station. They were going to make an example out of you. They weren't just going to let you go." Tears continue to flow down her cheeks.
Tikar studies Ko's face and a realization sets in. "Nisah." His voice is a small whisper. "I can never go back home. I can never be together again with Nisah." His voice returns to its natural tone, but with more than a hint of accusation in it. "You lied to me. And now you've turned me into a fugitive." He steps back and jabs his own chest with a thumb. "I didn't steal anything from the Vulcans. I would have beaten those charges. I would have been able to go back to my life, to Nisah. What you've done is made that impossible. Now I look guilty, like someone who's running from his responsibilities."
"You look like the Hero of Bajor!" Kelra exclaims. "I know you didn't get to see your supporters." She tries to console him. "They packed the station and the streets of Rakantha Province. Careers were ended because of your incarceration." Her hand is offered out. "You're never going to see the inside of a cell. Nobody on Bajor would have it. You're going to return to the farm." She lets her comment settle. "And, if I'm wrong, we'll go and get Nisah."
Tikar turns away and takes a couple of steps, head bowed. "I don't know what to think, or what to believe." He turns back and meets Ko's gaze. "I sincerely... desperately... hope you're right. Because if you're not, my life is ruined, my career is ruined, all my life's work will be tarnished by this one event. And in trying to save me, you may have destroyed me instead. And I certainly don't want that. Not for me, or Nisah, or even for you. You've risked a lot to set me free. It would be a shame, a damned shame, for your success to result in my failure."
Kelra retracts her hand. "This is only the beginning. I promise." She says as she moves towards the exit. "You just have to trust me." Her motion excites the door into opening. "You're allowed to roam the ship freely. We'll be able to touch down somewhere in the near future. Try to get some rest."
Tikar watches Kelra, or whatever her name is, go with a distressed expression on his face. After a moment he decides to go also. At least he can have a bath somewhere.
- Later
[Viewscreen (57242)] Communications channel to Emissary Station open.
Ko is sitting in the captain's chair of the Klingon bird-of-prey. "What do you want?" She asks with a beaming grin. "Would you like an encore performance?" Her body rocks forward to sit on the edge of the chair. "I thought it was great myself, but I didn't think you'd appreciate it."