Thread: The Klingon Kerfuffle  [ShadowOfDesire & ThomasRHellsing]

The room was dark almost black, a harsh difference from the always bright ship walls. With a couple seconds for the eyes to adjust, it would become obvious that it wasn't truly dark, what almost looked like tiki torches, although with a different wood lead to a path. It wasn't a long walk maybe eighty yards. Assuming the Councillor followed the path, she'd begin to hear noises as she got closer. A crowd cheering, or wincing. If she approached closer she'd hear the dull sounds of flesh impacting flesh. If the noises didn't scare her off, she'd arrive at a fairly barbaric sight. Eight foot tall wooden posts hammered into the ground. Barbed wire wrapped around them. The occasional crack of energy arcing showed the Fence was electrified. Around it stood men, women, and a few children in basic clothing, no doubt from a farming world or colony. No doubt any good therapist would have a field day, and that was before sharp eyes might notice the pale figure in the ring. Thomas was so pale he practically glowed in the dark. That soft China white that made so many crave to touch betazoid flesh. His hair was also straw blond, and covered most of his head. His eyes a deep crystal blue. Had that been all the physical description it would have been easy to place him as a half betazoid like Troi herself. Until you figured in the fact he was every inch of 8 foot tall, and while leaner then the average Klingon, he was still thick with layers of muscle. Ironically enough while he had skull plates, they more resembled the Cardassian ones, without the distinctive Spoon growth just the four hind plates. It was also located a bit further forward on his literal forehead. Thomas was what he referred to as a mutt. His father a result of a federation officer's capture during the Klingon War, the mother a mistake from a disgraced member of a disgraced house. They'd well never even known they were compatible to breed until 5 months after their meeting a ten pound boy had been born. A boy who was a rare meeting of genetic predisposed for loving and caring, and violence and rage. The young boy had become a young man, and eventually a young officer. Then the Dominion war came, and the young officer, who'd always had a best inside of him prowling and pushing at it's cage for release found it. The young man currently spitting out blood, spit, and at least one tooth looked at the Klingon, and two Jem'Hadar. Most would be worried, few would choose to take on the genetically bred warriors even one on one. Much less a Klingon battle master, no doubt an amalgam of them since the face was a bit blurry. But if the Councillor used her own ability she wouldn't feel fear. She'd feel excitement, passion, fun. Adrenaline surging so powerfully it almost felt like it could weep away a person. Only a laser like focus was also present, a determination to not lose. So intense it was almost like standing naked under sun on a beach planet. Then suddenly the officer moved. None of the beings were wearing armor, Thomas himself was wearing only blue jeans, the Klingon leather pants, and both Jem'Hadar the almost plastic full body suits they wore under their armor. The first attack was a dirty one, a savage kick right between the Klingon's legs. Thomas then grabbed him and leapt up doing a pile driver headbutt to his nose and face. The meaty crack showed bones had been broken. Most likely the Klingon's nose. As it stumbled back, few things took a shattered nose without a bit of a reaction, Thomas grabbed his neck, and with a single, violently twist audibly snapped it like chicken bone. The klingon fell and dissolved as Thomas did a forward roll through him. The two Hedar were moving forward. Thomas went low, his left foot lashing out to catch the one on the right in the leg bone, sickening crack noise filled the room. He then stood up and did a sort of twisting fall, based on kick boxing or jujitsu, and drove his right knee into the second Hedar's clavicle, drawing a noise of pain. Grabbing it around the chin, he yanked backwards. The bred warriors neck muscles may have been strong, but a Klingon's full weight easily snapped them, a sharp twist and the Hedar was now looking behind himself. The mutt then went into a back roll to avoid the last enemies punch. However he landed awkwardly and before he could get up the Jem'Hedar stomped on the middle of his back, driving him into the ground. Again and again. It then began to press down, choking him. The mud under him prevented him from getting purchase like he wanted, and he realized he could die. Rather then fear, pure unadulturated rage filled him and with a roar he squeezed. The Jem'Hedar grabbed it's chest as a crushing force squeezed it's heart. The distraction let Thomas shove it off balance. Forcing it to the ground he crawled onto of it swearing violently he grabbed it by it's face and began slamming it's head into the ground over and over and over again. Not stopping until the computer began to obviously dissolve the very dead tank bred warrior. He then rolled over and said, D-Damn, maybe she was right, increasing skill and turning off safety protocols at the same time was a bad move. He closed his eyes just enjoying the fake air on his face for a bit. He spoke again Computer, end recording. Save file under today's date to my personal log. Also post said file to Space Battles web site, with normal identification blocking software in place please and thank you.