Contest #4 designed by Lieutenant Worf

Holodeck: An ancient Klingon jungle with several K'tarkanols in.

Objective: Kill all the K'tarkanols and then try to be the last man standing to win by fighting the other crew members.

"Now if we are all ready we can start," Worf said in his gruff Klingon voice.

"Mmmm, yes, of course, let's go fight some katarkanoles," Captain Picard said innocently.

"No! It is K'tarkanols! You're disqualified."

Disappointed, Picard slowly plodded into the corner and sat on the 'losers' bench.

"Now fight!"

The jungle blurred into existence along with some Klingon weapons. Riker picked his up first as he was standing right next to a giant piggish looking monster with shrunken ears and bulging eyes. Luckily, Worf had set it on easy, thinking of Beverly Crusher so the blade sliced through the monster like knife slicing through cucumber. Then Wesley lifted up a batleth and instantly dropped it on his foot so therefore was disqualified for being a weakling. As Deanna picked up the murderous blade laid on the vine covered floor, she realised all the fearsome monsters were gone so turned around to target Beverley figuring that she'd be an easy target. But she felt a tap on her back as Data attacked her savagely with his weapon. So Deanna walked along to the bench with Captain Picard and Wesleigh. She realised that good men were going down fast, all getting slain by Data. Every time somebody was attacked, she flinched, Wesleigh felt sick and Picard smiled while Worf was just thinking they were all pathetic.

Data decided to systematically annihilate his competitors. The weakest ones first, Wesleigh, Deanna and Beverley, but the doctor had evaded him. She had been clever and hid from Data but soon he saw a bright flash of red hair. He neatly dodged Beverly's aim at his head and swung over his blade. It hit her head lightly and she rubbed her head as an automatic response.

And so, the 'loser' bench started filling up. Next, Data targeted Geordi. He was slightly harder. At the moment he was battling with Riker but they both knew that Data was a common enemy so as the android approached, they swivelled round and started clashing batleths. Data moved very fast but Geordi could follow his arms very well with his visor and Riker just fumbled round, managing to dodge them all. So instead, Data shoved Riker away from Geordi and swung his knife viciously at Geordi. Still the engineer fought on while Riker caught his breath, but just following Data's arm movements were good enough, he was so fast, mechanical arms whirring around at the speed of light and soon Geordi's arm was cut and he went to fill the last seat on the bench next to Beverly.

Data had decided to slow down for Riker as he wanted it to be a fair game. Riker dodged blows and defended them but it was long before he got a chance to attack. The two were moving round the thick jungle and they both kept stumbling slightly or gently bumping into a tree. As Data looked up for a millisecond he noticed a big snake-looking creature hanging down above Riker's head but the Commander of the Enterprise had spotted it to and started walking the other way. But Riker was tiring and getting very hot and sweaty. He could hear the crew faintly, cheering his name but his heart beat was too loud to know for sure. It turned out that only Deanna was cheering.

Finally realising he had to be cunning to defeat Data, Riker worked his brains to think of that cunning plan he needed. He thought about his weaknesses and wondered what happened when we went into water. Not knowing, he concluded that his idea was worth a try and started leading Data to a deep pond on the edge of the Holodeck. At first Data was reluctant to follow but he had to, to win this game. Riker stepped slowly, gradually leading him nearer the edge, not following Data if he started wandering off. After a couple of minutes of vicious fighting, Riker was finally at the cool pond. As he put his first foot in, he felt the coolness soaking up his ankle and put another step in, down the steep slope to the middle of the water. Data started leaning, as if doing a Michael Jackson move and Riker stepped deeper and deeper. He was getting cooler, and the hits were not so hard to dodge anymore as Data put most of his concentration into keeping his balance.

But meanwhile, Worf was getting a bit tired. He was used to battles like this and considered it second rate. They might be as good as young, child klingons practising but Worf was definitely not impressed. Deliberately yawning loud enough for the two competitors to hear, he picked up Wesley's batleth. Riker looked at him worryingly. The big Klingon's shape intimidated him and he started edging deeper into the pond, onto the other side. By the time Worf had reached Data, Riker was on the other side, and then, seeing his chance, Data leapt over the wide pond effortlessly. Riker was now soggy and it was a hard job to pick up one foot and he was so cold, but sweaty, he couldn't think of another cunning plan. All he could think of was his bed, but that just made him feel worse. Worf was following him, and Data was tireless. He was in trouble.

In his last attempt at victory, Riker leapt back to the cooling water, but stumbled, fell and was stabbed in the back. The Holodeck programme ended and Worf finally sighed "Data you are the winner…again." But there wasn't as much cheering this time.

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