Disclaimer: This story and the characters I created belong to me. "Star Trek" belongs to The Powers That Be at Paramount…more's the pity.
Notes: This story was originally written August-October 2004 for an online trivia/games group I still belong to. I had taken it as a personal challenge to use the words I garnered from one of the daily games to inspire me to write each chapter.
The words that inspired this chapter? HOPE BONY FEAR FAKIR
Feedback welcome!
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The council's banquet room...
Kirk and Spock had remained on the planet after Dr. McCoy's beam-up, upon the Chief Minister's invitation to sit in on the official investigation. At the moment, they were awaiting the arrival of several agents of the Jheniffurian constabulary who would conduct the actual inquiries.
Several male servants entered the room, having been summoned by Chief Minister K-bec, and they began to clear away the untouched feast. K-bec noticed Spock's upraised eyebrow and smiled wryly, explaining, "Under the circumstances, Mr. Spock, I didn't think lunch was such a good idea. If you two gentlemen require something, though..."
"No, but thank you, Chief Minister," Kirk answered. "It appears, however, that we will be forced to withdraw our request for shore leave...at least until the cause of Ensign Jed-Ghar's death has been determined."
K-bec nodded knowingly. "It is regrettable, but understandable."
"Starfleet regulations require this, unfortunately. Please, don't take this as a reflection upon your hospitality, which has been nothing but impeccable, Chief Minister," Kirk said. "And I certainly hope you don't take this to mean that I personally would fear for the safety of my crewmen."
K-bec's intended reply was interrupted by the entrance of three uniformed women, whom Kirk supposed were the constables they were waiting for. The lead woman had the same height, blue skin and silver hair as every other Jheniffurian female he had seen so far - but, unlike the others, she also had the austere countenance of a Hindu fakir and the physique of a welterweight boxer. Kirk considered just how badly she could probably beat him up. Despite his normal preference for softer, curvier women, he found himself becoming unaccountably aroused.
"Captain," the Chief Minister addressed him, shaking him out of his reverie. "May I introduce our lead agent on this inquiry? Captain Kirk, meet Constable K-yoh."
As Kirk returned the constable's offered handshake, he marveled that such a small, bony hand could disguise such a firm, almost crushing grip. After she released him, Kirk flexed his fingers to restore the bloodflow - and briefly wondered what 'damage' the constable could do with her hands to other parts of his anatomy...
TBC…