RP Log: The Raging Klingon
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| 2019-02-07 15:05 | |
There's a raging Klingon in the center of sickbay. One of the biobeds has been overturned and he's in the process of throwing a tray full of medical equipment across the room. At the other end of the bay, Tink dives down behind a counter to avoid the flying tray which sooms right over her head and smashes against the wall.
Chandler runs in and skids to a halt as she frowns a bit. Where's security when you need it. Licking her lips she then looks up. "Hey!! Calm down!!"
The Klingon turns to Chandler, rage still twisting his face. "Where is my ship?!" he demands in a shout, raising one hand to point at Sybil. With the other hand he grabs a medical tricorder and prepares to fling it at her. Behind him, Tink's head pops up from behind the counter. She has a cut below her left eye which makes it look like she's crying tears of blood down her cheek.
Chandler frowns as she steps close. "I've taken hits from guys bigger than you so try it buddy....but flipping out is not going to help." For once her tone is calm. "And we don't know! They took off to look for those missing. Now I just got off the line with our next up in command we're going to see what we can do to find them, alright?"
"Lies!" shouts the Klingon, then hurls the device right at Sybil's head. He jumps forward, attempting to tackle her to the ground.
Svetzvani gasps and jumps to her feet as she reaches into her uniform jacket and pulls out a phaser.
Chandler blinks as she ducks that device but not quick enough to not get tackled. Grunting as she hits the ground, she instinctively puts her arms up in an X to block any blows. "I don't want to hurt you to stop you. That is not what we're here for!"
Bringing Chandler down to the ground, the Klingon lifts himself up like he's doing a one-handed push up and raises his free fist over his head. "Then you will die!" he roars, then plunges his fist downward toward Chandler's face.
Svetzvani is torn. Medical personnel aren't supposed to shoot their patients. On the other hand, this is happening. Also, she's never been a very good shot with a phaser. She aims instead for a space above the Klingon's head, hoping to at least draw his attention away from Sybil a little. She fires just as his fist begins to plunge downward. The beam smashes into a rack of empty glass medical tubes on the other side of the room. The Klingon ducks instinctively at the sound, throwing off his strike a bit.
Chandler goes wide eyed as he raises his fists as she just braces herself but that shot rings out. As he misses she throws a hand out to grab anything pointy at this point....oh looks glass. Though she cuts her own hand she uses that momentum to roll the large being over...using his own weight against him. She rolls on top as her forearm goes against his throat to pin him down and that sharp object is raised. "Calm....down! Hurting us is not going to get you there any faster. It's being worked on....just give us a couple of hours."
Just then, the door swooshes open and two security officers arrive, weapons in hand. The Klingon's wild eyes flick from the shard in Chandler's hand, to Tink on the other side of the bay with her phaser still pointed at him, then to the security officers also with guns raised. He glares back at Chandler then for a few seconds, then lets out a roar of a belly laugh. "You fight well... when you want to," he says to Sybil. "Perhaps I should threaten to kill you more often." He shows his teeth at her, but it's probably not a snarl of anger this time. "I will yield. But, little human, if I find that you are lieing to me about getting in touch with my ship," His brows lower and the ridges on his forehead seem to stand out more than usual. He finishes his sentence in a slow, dark tone. "I /will/ kill you."
Svetzvani relaxes, lowering her phaser and taking a deep breath. She wipes at her cheek, then looks in surprise at the blood on the back of her hand. Apparently she didn't know she was cut.
Chandler leans in slowly, those hazel eyes wide as she stares at him intently. "And you know this....that if you hurt my friend again....this uniform won't save you...from me slitting your throat...." A brow would raise then as she leans in to whisper. "...won't be my first time...." With that she throws that glass to the side as she pushes off of him, rolling off into a crouch before slowly standing. Seems that little excitement may or may not have caused a slight flashback. "Now please....go have a freaking seat...." With that she pulls he skirt back down from straddling the large man then looks back to Tink, making her way over. "You okay?" Never mind her bleeding hand.
The Klingon stares at Chandler and lets out a low, deep growl. The look in his eyes though is not so much anger as it is... arousal. He gets to his feet and is immediately flanked by the two security officers. He doesn't pay them any mind, only keeps his eyes locked on Chandler. "Shall we take him to the brig, Sir?" one of the guards asks.
"I'm fine," Tink replies quickly, already tending her own wound. "I'm glad you got here so fast. I was able to dodge him... or so I thought... but he's quicker than I expected. He would have nailed me good eventually." She gives Sybil a little smile, then winces.
Chandler puts a hand on her cheek as she looks at the wound. "You're fine....maybe a black eye...." Chuckling a bit she moves over to grab a rag or something put on her cut hand. Turning her head to look over to the Klingon and the guards she purses her lips. "I should but....he's not a prisoner. And if he promises to behave himself....he won't have to be." Her gaze moves to the Klingon. "Am I understood?" Then she doesn't wait as she looks to the guards. "Please him in a different room but I want a detail on him at all times."
>Intercom< Ensign Ki'Vek says, "Command staff to the bridge."
Svetzvani looks at the rag, then hands Sybil a dermal reginerator. "Take that with you, and use it along the way," she says.
The security team acknowledges Chandler's orders and escorts the Klingon out.
Chandler nods as she licks her lips a bit, taking the regenerator. "Thanks. You take care..." And with that she's out.