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I'm not sure if this part is that good, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. The funny about this is that I wrote the part with the drinking before I saw "Body and Soul" so don't think that I'm ripping it off.
" Hello Captain, I am Ferakhal Deet, Captain of the HonD'Kar Confederation vessel Bolorian. This is my first mate, Frant," the man pointed to a large man to his left. Frant was so large that it would have surprised Janeway, if Ferakhal wasn't larger . The men reminded her of the Indiana football players that she had gone to school with. She smirked as her memories flew back to a night when she had actually gone on a date with one of them. She had thought he was so large but the men in front of her could have plowed right threw a defensive line filled with the boys she had known without even breaking a sweat.
"Welcome to the USS Starship Voyager of the Federation. I am Captain Janeway and it is an honor to have you aboard this ship. I hope that you enjoy the festivities we have planned. I believe that you mentioned that you have some plans for the night as well," she said. She had to strain her neck to make eye contact with the man. He stood a good foot and a half taller then her. The HonD'Kars had the physical structure of humans: legs, arms, head. There skin was dark and two large horns stuck out of their head near the peak of their foreheads. They reminded the captain of the troublesome Puck.
"Yes Captain, that is true. I hope it is not a problem, but our traditions are held high in my culture," he said.
" It is not a problem at all. The whole purpose of our mission is to explore new life and civilizations. We are on a mission to learn," she responded.
"That is nice to hear Captain, but I warn you, our festivities are not for the faint of heart," he said almost patronizing the Captain.
"Well Mr.Deet, you will find that my crew is anything but," she said, her competitive smirk rising to the surface.
A wide grin spread over Ferakhal's face, "Ha ha, I see now that you humans are a competitive lot, that makes up for your inferior physique I suppose."
Normally the Captain would have taken this comment as an insult, but she knew that was not the intent, " You wait and see, we can hold our own it whatever you can dish out," she said.
The Captain turned her head when she heard the door open. She could hardly believe what her eyes were seeing. Entering the room was Seven of Nine. This was not so surprising because all senior officers were supposed to attend the function. Yet Seven was dressed up with her hair down. This may not have surprised that Captain if it weren't for the fact that Seven had brought a date, and that date was Finnegan.
"This ship just gets weirder and weirder," she said under her breath. She walked over to the two of them.
"Hello Seven, Finnegan," she said.
"Hello Captain," Seven said.
"What's up Captain? How are the HonD'Kars?" Finnegan asked.
She could see the anxiety in his features. He was a wreck. She laughed to herself.
"They are an interesting lot. Very ethnocentric, but they seem to be a good people. It's very important that we participate in their traditions, they seem to be an important part of their culture," she said.
"Whoa, Captain, I don't know if that's such a good idea. Their traditions might be a little to much for us," Finnegan said.
"Well that shouldn't be a problem, I have trust in the crews abilities," she said, sounding somewhat annoyed at Finnegan's dismissal of the capabilities of the crew.
"Yeah, well how capable is the crew at drinking cause that's what all the HonD'Kar's traditions are based on," he said smiling.
"What?" Janeway said in disbelief.
" Yeah, I heard this one story of when they made the chancellor of this planet drink an entire barrel of ale before they would sign a trade agreement. The guy was so wasted that he vomited all over his wife. The HonD'Kars were so amused they sent his wife a whole new wardrobe. They are a good people, they're just like a big fraternity," he said. Finnegan then realized that he was talking about vomiting. He was sure that was a dating no-no. He turned toward Seven expecting to see disgust in her eyes. She simply raised an eyebrow at him and smirked.
" Sorry, I'm sure you all didn't want to here about vomiting," he said sheepishly.
"Oh God, I think that I may have inadvertently brought the crew into a binge drinking contest," she said.
" What Captain, what did you say to them," Finnegan asked.
"Oh something along the lines of 'we can hold our own'" she said.
"Okay, well then. It looks like we are all going to be getting a little saucy tonight," he said.
"This should be interesting," Seven said.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Tuvok was left in charge of the bridge, but the rest of the senior staff was at the party, along with about 30 members of the crew, and 11 HonD'Kar representatives. About hour after Seven and Finnegan entered the party, half of the people there were drunk, including Harry, Janeway, and Chakotay. Tom was well on his way and B'Lanna was showing typical Klingon resistance to synthohol and after drinking the same amount as Janeway was feeling little.
Finnegan and Seven were in the corner, looking miserable.
Seven looked to Finnegan, " I have noticed that you are still on your first drink, I have seen you drinking in the mess hall, why aren't you drinking now?"
"Well I'm not going to drink if your not going to, its just not polite," he said to her.
"I do not understand," she said curiously, "how is that not polite?" she questioned.
Janeway stumbled over toward them. Finnegan was actually surprised to see how well she was holding herself. She had drunk more then she could handle and yet still managed to command respect. Some people have just got it. He thought to himself.
"How are you two doing?" she asked.
"Well," said Seven, but she was lying. She wasn't having fun, and she knew Finnegan wasn't to blame. She was being what Tom would call a "party pooper". She was curious to see what synthohol would do to her, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Then she caught Finnegan's eyes. He was staring at her. She was surprised. She figured after the boring evening they had had so far, he would no longer be interested in him, but he was. The look her gave her was the same that he had given her earlier in Astrometrics when he had asked her to the party.
"In fact, I'm having a marvelous time," she said, grabbing a drink from the bar and pounding it down.
"That a girl Seven, way to be," Janeway said, she then turned to rejoin the party.
"Whoa Seven, what are you doing?" Finnegan asked in amazement.
"I am exploring my humanity," she said, " Lets go dance," she said grabbing his hand.
"Ok," he replied, finishing his own drink.
The Voyager crew had so far impressed the HonD'Kar, but when Finnegan and Seven took to the dance floor, they were in awe. About an hour after her first drink, Seven had consumed about 5 more, Finnegan about 8. They were both feeling pretty good. Finnegan had managed to gain control of the music and quickly tapped into his own personal music files. Soon various songs from the 20th and 21st century were streaming out of the speakers. First they swing danced to several hits from The Glen Miller Band. Then Finnegan tried to teach everyone some dance called "The Hustle". It didn't work out that well, but that didn't really bother anyone, they were all having the time of their lives. Even Seven.
B'Elanna approached Seven while she was taking a well deserved break in the corner with a glass of wine. Finnegan was dancing with the Captain to a song called "I'll Be There". The Captain was laughing at Finnegan and he sang along with the lyrics. Seven was watching with a smile on her face.
" Don't worry, I think they are just friends," B'Elanna said jokingly.
Seven hadn't realized she was there and was startled by her comment. "Oh, I wasn't Lieutenant," she said. B'Elanna had probably drunk more then Seven and the Captain combined; yet she still maintained her composure.
"I know, I was just joking," she replied with a large grin. Maybe she isn't that sober, Seven thought to herself.
"So Finnegan is a very talented man," B'Elanna said said, pryingly.
"Yes, he seems to have many skills," Seven replied.
"The crew hasn't had a good time like this since ... well I don't think we have ever had a time like this. Even your having a good time, but I guess it helps that your date is the life of the party," she said.
"Yes, Dempsey does seem to be supplying this party with a great deal of excitement," she said almost proudly.
B'Elanna just smiled.
"What? What are you smiling at Lieutenant?" Seven asked.
"He he, nothing," she said, still not wiping the smirk of her face.
The song was now over, Finnegan complemented the Captain on her dancing abilities and turned to Seven.
"Hello Seven, you wouldn't perhaps be in the mood for a dance would you?" he asked innocently.
"I would enjoy that," she said, placing her arm in his.
"Computer, pleased play "I Only Have Eyes For You" The Flamingos" he said this and the song came on.
My love must be a kind of blind love.
Seven and Finnegan began to dance.
I can't see anyone but you.
They danced.
Are the stars out tonight?
They stared into each others eyes.
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
Other people began to dance.
I only have eyes for you dear.
They didn't seem to notice.
The moon may be high.
They just continued to stare into each others eyes.
But I can't see a thing in the sky.
I only have eyes for you.
And lean closer ...
I don't if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue.
and closer...
You are here, and so am I
Maybe of millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
Until they were just a few centimeters away from each other.
And I only have eyes for you.
And then...
A large HonD'Kar, the first officer Bolorian, tapped Finnegan on the shoulder and practically pushed his way between the two.
"May I cut in?" he asked, not really asking because he left Finnegan no choice, he basically pushed him out of the way, picked up Seven, and started dancing to a song called "Girls Just Want To Have Fun". Finnegan was flabbergasted. He made his way through the dance floor and tapped Bolorian on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, but I was kind of in the middle of something," he said.
"Piss off little man, I am dancing with this beautiful lady," Bolorian replied, not even turning to face him.
"Well actually that beautiful woman you are dancing with is my date, so I would appreciate it if you would leave her..." Finnegan didn't get to finish his sentence because of the large fist that connected with his face. He flew across the dance floor and landed on a table, shattering it.
The party froze, all except for Bolorian, who continued to dance with Seven.
Seven just continued to dance in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She tried to look over Bolorian's shoulder to see if Finnegan was ok.
"If you do not release me now, I will be forced to make you wish you had never met me," Seven said coldly, glaring into his eyes.
"Pipe down woman," Bolorian replied.
"Very well," Seven said, she was about to raise a swift knee to Bolorian's groins, but she didn't need too. He was suddenly wrenched from her arms and smashed up against that wall. It was Finnegan.
"I believe the lady said to let her go," Finnegan was furious, there was a stream of blood coming from his lip. His eyes were so intense their orange hazel color was almost on fire. He gripped the man by his collar and was Seven quickly noticed that with one arm, he was effectively holding the almost 350 lbs. Bolorian off the ground.
Bolorian looked back in amazement, "How is it possible?" he uttered through his choking breaths, "The only man that can with stand my blows is my Captain, I have never met a man who hasn't not been rendered unconscious with one blow."
"I think you owe the lady and apology," said Finnegan.
"Put me down and we will decide that like warriors, I challenge you," he said.
The Captain had been watching this in awe. She turned to Deet.
"Aren't you going to stop this?" she asked.
"It is not my battle to stop," he said to the Captain as if it was obvious that he could do nothing.
"Well if you aren't going to stop this, I will," she said, "Mr. Finnegan put that man down. There will be no fighting on my ship," she said.
Deet moved toward her, "Captain, it does not speak well of your people if you cannot defend your honor.
"Captain, its ok," Finnegan said. His anger turned into determination. His little argument would not prevent the ship from getting what they needed to get home. These people had been so nice to him, he wasn't going to disappoint them. He lowered Bolarian to the ground and got in a fighting pose.
Bolorian smirked. "I like your fire little man, this will be interesting."
Bolorian immediately bull charged Finnegan, ramming his massive shoulder into his stomach and running him up against the wall. Finnegan crumbled to the floor. Bolorian was sure he heard a rib or two crack and smiled in his victory, but Finnegan rose again.
"Tougher then I thought," Bolorian said. He then swung a right hook and then a quick left. Finnegan dodged both, but didn't dodge the head but right to his nose. Blood began to trickle out of his nostrils. Finnegan stumbled, but then straightened himself. Bolorian moved forward and jabbed. Finnegan shuffled out of the way and landed a hook of his own. The Voyager crew cheered, but Bolorian shook it off.
"Good punch," he said sincerely, " but you will have to land more then one to get me down."
"No problem," Finnegan replied.
Finnegan struck first this time, nailing Bolorian in the stomach. This was just what Bolorian was waiting for. He grabbed Finnegan and lifted him over his shoulders. He then tossed him into the wall. Finnegan landed hard on his left arm and cried in pain. Bolorian turned around and faced the crowd in victory; he had failed to learn that little could keep Finnegan down. Finnegan tapped him on the shoulder and dodged his right hook as he turned around to connect it with his face. Finnegan the proceeded to land punch after punch into Bolorian's stomach and face. Bolorian didn't have enough time to react. Soon he found himself dazed and hardly able to stand. Finnegan was standing in front of him, ready to fight for hours more, or so it seemed. Bolorian shook his head and tried to shake off the pounding head ache he was having and the tremendous urge to sleep, but he couldn't and the last thing he remembers from that night was the sight of the floor rising up to meet him.
When he hit the ground, there was a short silence. The crew didn't know what to do. Would the HonD'Kar seek revenge?
Captain Deet stepped toward Finnegan. The crowd held their breath.
"Mr. Finnegan, that was the most skillful fighting I have seen in a long time. I am amazed that someone of your size could take that much of a beating and still be able to defeat my first officer. I have seen him tear bigger men then you in half with your bear hands," he said patting him on the shoulder. "Captain Janeway, I grant you full passage through our space and I will recommend to my superiors that we make an alliance with The Federation. You may also mine the X substance that you talk of. If the rest of your crew is as impressive as this man then I know that you are a good race."
The Captain didn't know what to say. Weirder everyday, she thought to herself.
Finnegan stumbled over to Seven, " Are you ok?"
"Am I ok? I really don't think that is the relevant question right now, I'm not the one who just got thrown by a four-hundred pound man," she said in disbelief.
"Oh I'm fine, super healing factor is just part of the genetic enhancement deal, but if you don't mind I would like to go back to my room and change, I think he ruined my tux," he said with a small smile. Seven figured it was all he could muster, because even the slightest curl in his lips seemed to cause pain. She was wondering how he could stand up.
"Captain will you excuse me?" he asked.
"Yes Mr. Finnegan, and I will need to have a talk with you tomorrow," she said.
"I understand," he replied.
Finnegan walked out of the room and rounded the corner. The second he was sure he was out of view of anyone he collapsed against the wall. He knew he had a broken rib or two and that his arm was fractured. He was also pretty sure that he had a concussion. He sat there against the wall for a couple minutes and tried to regain some of his strength. You are the biggest moron in the entire world. What the hell are you going to do now? You can't even get up? Finnegan tried to rise, but so much pain shot through him that he let out a little whelp. He fell to the ground again.
"Hello?" Finnegan heard a voice from around the corner. Someone was out in the hall, but who?
"Is someone there?" the voice asked again. He immediately recognized it and cursed under his breath. Of all the people to come out of that room and see him curled up in a weak little ball of pain it had to be Seven. Finnegan immediately tried to get up. He forced himself to get up, stumbled and hit his broken left are against the left wall, cried out in pain, fell, slammed his head against the wall, and blacked out.
I'm not sure if this part is that good, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway. The funny about this is that I wrote the part with the drinking before I saw "Body and Soul" so don't think that I'm ripping it off.
" Hello Captain, I am Ferakhal Deet, Captain of the HonD'Kar Confederation vessel Bolorian. This is my first mate, Frant," the man pointed to a large man to his left. Frant was so large that it would have surprised Janeway, if Ferakhal wasn't larger . The men reminded her of the Indiana football players that she had gone to school with. She smirked as her memories flew back to a night when she had actually gone on a date with one of them. She had thought he was so large but the men in front of her could have plowed right threw a defensive line filled with the boys she had known without even breaking a sweat.
"Welcome to the USS Starship Voyager of the Federation. I am Captain Janeway and it is an honor to have you aboard this ship. I hope that you enjoy the festivities we have planned. I believe that you mentioned that you have some plans for the night as well," she said. She had to strain her neck to make eye contact with the man. He stood a good foot and a half taller then her. The HonD'Kars had the physical structure of humans: legs, arms, head. There skin was dark and two large horns stuck out of their head near the peak of their foreheads. They reminded the captain of the troublesome Puck.
"Yes Captain, that is true. I hope it is not a problem, but our traditions are held high in my culture," he said.
" It is not a problem at all. The whole purpose of our mission is to explore new life and civilizations. We are on a mission to learn," she responded.
"That is nice to hear Captain, but I warn you, our festivities are not for the faint of heart," he said almost patronizing the Captain.
"Well Mr.Deet, you will find that my crew is anything but," she said, her competitive smirk rising to the surface.
A wide grin spread over Ferakhal's face, "Ha ha, I see now that you humans are a competitive lot, that makes up for your inferior physique I suppose."
Normally the Captain would have taken this comment as an insult, but she knew that was not the intent, " You wait and see, we can hold our own it whatever you can dish out," she said.
The Captain turned her head when she heard the door open. She could hardly believe what her eyes were seeing. Entering the room was Seven of Nine. This was not so surprising because all senior officers were supposed to attend the function. Yet Seven was dressed up with her hair down. This may not have surprised that Captain if it weren't for the fact that Seven had brought a date, and that date was Finnegan.
"This ship just gets weirder and weirder," she said under her breath. She walked over to the two of them.
"Hello Seven, Finnegan," she said.
"Hello Captain," Seven said.
"What's up Captain? How are the HonD'Kars?" Finnegan asked.
She could see the anxiety in his features. He was a wreck. She laughed to herself.
"They are an interesting lot. Very ethnocentric, but they seem to be a good people. It's very important that we participate in their traditions, they seem to be an important part of their culture," she said.
"Whoa, Captain, I don't know if that's such a good idea. Their traditions might be a little to much for us," Finnegan said.
"Well that shouldn't be a problem, I have trust in the crews abilities," she said, sounding somewhat annoyed at Finnegan's dismissal of the capabilities of the crew.
"Yeah, well how capable is the crew at drinking cause that's what all the HonD'Kar's traditions are based on," he said smiling.
"What?" Janeway said in disbelief.
" Yeah, I heard this one story of when they made the chancellor of this planet drink an entire barrel of ale before they would sign a trade agreement. The guy was so wasted that he vomited all over his wife. The HonD'Kars were so amused they sent his wife a whole new wardrobe. They are a good people, they're just like a big fraternity," he said. Finnegan then realized that he was talking about vomiting. He was sure that was a dating no-no. He turned toward Seven expecting to see disgust in her eyes. She simply raised an eyebrow at him and smirked.
" Sorry, I'm sure you all didn't want to here about vomiting," he said sheepishly.
"Oh God, I think that I may have inadvertently brought the crew into a binge drinking contest," she said.
" What Captain, what did you say to them," Finnegan asked.
"Oh something along the lines of 'we can hold our own'" she said.
"Okay, well then. It looks like we are all going to be getting a little saucy tonight," he said.
"This should be interesting," Seven said.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Tuvok was left in charge of the bridge, but the rest of the senior staff was at the party, along with about 30 members of the crew, and 11 HonD'Kar representatives. About hour after Seven and Finnegan entered the party, half of the people there were drunk, including Harry, Janeway, and Chakotay. Tom was well on his way and B'Lanna was showing typical Klingon resistance to synthohol and after drinking the same amount as Janeway was feeling little.
Finnegan and Seven were in the corner, looking miserable.
Seven looked to Finnegan, " I have noticed that you are still on your first drink, I have seen you drinking in the mess hall, why aren't you drinking now?"
"Well I'm not going to drink if your not going to, its just not polite," he said to her.
"I do not understand," she said curiously, "how is that not polite?" she questioned.
Janeway stumbled over toward them. Finnegan was actually surprised to see how well she was holding herself. She had drunk more then she could handle and yet still managed to command respect. Some people have just got it. He thought to himself.
"How are you two doing?" she asked.
"Well," said Seven, but she was lying. She wasn't having fun, and she knew Finnegan wasn't to blame. She was being what Tom would call a "party pooper". She was curious to see what synthohol would do to her, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Then she caught Finnegan's eyes. He was staring at her. She was surprised. She figured after the boring evening they had had so far, he would no longer be interested in him, but he was. The look her gave her was the same that he had given her earlier in Astrometrics when he had asked her to the party.
"In fact, I'm having a marvelous time," she said, grabbing a drink from the bar and pounding it down.
"That a girl Seven, way to be," Janeway said, she then turned to rejoin the party.
"Whoa Seven, what are you doing?" Finnegan asked in amazement.
"I am exploring my humanity," she said, " Lets go dance," she said grabbing his hand.
"Ok," he replied, finishing his own drink.
The Voyager crew had so far impressed the HonD'Kar, but when Finnegan and Seven took to the dance floor, they were in awe. About an hour after her first drink, Seven had consumed about 5 more, Finnegan about 8. They were both feeling pretty good. Finnegan had managed to gain control of the music and quickly tapped into his own personal music files. Soon various songs from the 20th and 21st century were streaming out of the speakers. First they swing danced to several hits from The Glen Miller Band. Then Finnegan tried to teach everyone some dance called "The Hustle". It didn't work out that well, but that didn't really bother anyone, they were all having the time of their lives. Even Seven.
B'Elanna approached Seven while she was taking a well deserved break in the corner with a glass of wine. Finnegan was dancing with the Captain to a song called "I'll Be There". The Captain was laughing at Finnegan and he sang along with the lyrics. Seven was watching with a smile on her face.
" Don't worry, I think they are just friends," B'Elanna said jokingly.
Seven hadn't realized she was there and was startled by her comment. "Oh, I wasn't Lieutenant," she said. B'Elanna had probably drunk more then Seven and the Captain combined; yet she still maintained her composure.
"I know, I was just joking," she replied with a large grin. Maybe she isn't that sober, Seven thought to herself.
"So Finnegan is a very talented man," B'Elanna said said, pryingly.
"Yes, he seems to have many skills," Seven replied.
"The crew hasn't had a good time like this since ... well I don't think we have ever had a time like this. Even your having a good time, but I guess it helps that your date is the life of the party," she said.
"Yes, Dempsey does seem to be supplying this party with a great deal of excitement," she said almost proudly.
B'Elanna just smiled.
"What? What are you smiling at Lieutenant?" Seven asked.
"He he, nothing," she said, still not wiping the smirk of her face.
The song was now over, Finnegan complemented the Captain on her dancing abilities and turned to Seven.
"Hello Seven, you wouldn't perhaps be in the mood for a dance would you?" he asked innocently.
"I would enjoy that," she said, placing her arm in his.
"Computer, pleased play "I Only Have Eyes For You" The Flamingos" he said this and the song came on.
My love must be a kind of blind love.
Seven and Finnegan began to dance.
I can't see anyone but you.
They danced.
Are the stars out tonight?
They stared into each others eyes.
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.
Other people began to dance.
I only have eyes for you dear.
They didn't seem to notice.
The moon may be high.
They just continued to stare into each others eyes.
But I can't see a thing in the sky.
I only have eyes for you.
And lean closer ...
I don't if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue.
and closer...
You are here, and so am I
Maybe of millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
Until they were just a few centimeters away from each other.
And I only have eyes for you.
And then...
A large HonD'Kar, the first officer Bolorian, tapped Finnegan on the shoulder and practically pushed his way between the two.
"May I cut in?" he asked, not really asking because he left Finnegan no choice, he basically pushed him out of the way, picked up Seven, and started dancing to a song called "Girls Just Want To Have Fun". Finnegan was flabbergasted. He made his way through the dance floor and tapped Bolorian on the shoulder.
"Excuse me, but I was kind of in the middle of something," he said.
"Piss off little man, I am dancing with this beautiful lady," Bolorian replied, not even turning to face him.
"Well actually that beautiful woman you are dancing with is my date, so I would appreciate it if you would leave her..." Finnegan didn't get to finish his sentence because of the large fist that connected with his face. He flew across the dance floor and landed on a table, shattering it.
The party froze, all except for Bolorian, who continued to dance with Seven.
Seven just continued to dance in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She tried to look over Bolorian's shoulder to see if Finnegan was ok.
"If you do not release me now, I will be forced to make you wish you had never met me," Seven said coldly, glaring into his eyes.
"Pipe down woman," Bolorian replied.
"Very well," Seven said, she was about to raise a swift knee to Bolorian's groins, but she didn't need too. He was suddenly wrenched from her arms and smashed up against that wall. It was Finnegan.
"I believe the lady said to let her go," Finnegan was furious, there was a stream of blood coming from his lip. His eyes were so intense their orange hazel color was almost on fire. He gripped the man by his collar and was Seven quickly noticed that with one arm, he was effectively holding the almost 350 lbs. Bolorian off the ground.
Bolorian looked back in amazement, "How is it possible?" he uttered through his choking breaths, "The only man that can with stand my blows is my Captain, I have never met a man who hasn't not been rendered unconscious with one blow."
"I think you owe the lady and apology," said Finnegan.
"Put me down and we will decide that like warriors, I challenge you," he said.
The Captain had been watching this in awe. She turned to Deet.
"Aren't you going to stop this?" she asked.
"It is not my battle to stop," he said to the Captain as if it was obvious that he could do nothing.
"Well if you aren't going to stop this, I will," she said, "Mr. Finnegan put that man down. There will be no fighting on my ship," she said.
Deet moved toward her, "Captain, it does not speak well of your people if you cannot defend your honor.
"Captain, its ok," Finnegan said. His anger turned into determination. His little argument would not prevent the ship from getting what they needed to get home. These people had been so nice to him, he wasn't going to disappoint them. He lowered Bolarian to the ground and got in a fighting pose.
Bolorian smirked. "I like your fire little man, this will be interesting."
Bolorian immediately bull charged Finnegan, ramming his massive shoulder into his stomach and running him up against the wall. Finnegan crumbled to the floor. Bolorian was sure he heard a rib or two crack and smiled in his victory, but Finnegan rose again.
"Tougher then I thought," Bolorian said. He then swung a right hook and then a quick left. Finnegan dodged both, but didn't dodge the head but right to his nose. Blood began to trickle out of his nostrils. Finnegan stumbled, but then straightened himself. Bolorian moved forward and jabbed. Finnegan shuffled out of the way and landed a hook of his own. The Voyager crew cheered, but Bolorian shook it off.
"Good punch," he said sincerely, " but you will have to land more then one to get me down."
"No problem," Finnegan replied.
Finnegan struck first this time, nailing Bolorian in the stomach. This was just what Bolorian was waiting for. He grabbed Finnegan and lifted him over his shoulders. He then tossed him into the wall. Finnegan landed hard on his left arm and cried in pain. Bolorian turned around and faced the crowd in victory; he had failed to learn that little could keep Finnegan down. Finnegan tapped him on the shoulder and dodged his right hook as he turned around to connect it with his face. Finnegan the proceeded to land punch after punch into Bolorian's stomach and face. Bolorian didn't have enough time to react. Soon he found himself dazed and hardly able to stand. Finnegan was standing in front of him, ready to fight for hours more, or so it seemed. Bolorian shook his head and tried to shake off the pounding head ache he was having and the tremendous urge to sleep, but he couldn't and the last thing he remembers from that night was the sight of the floor rising up to meet him.
When he hit the ground, there was a short silence. The crew didn't know what to do. Would the HonD'Kar seek revenge?
Captain Deet stepped toward Finnegan. The crowd held their breath.
"Mr. Finnegan, that was the most skillful fighting I have seen in a long time. I am amazed that someone of your size could take that much of a beating and still be able to defeat my first officer. I have seen him tear bigger men then you in half with your bear hands," he said patting him on the shoulder. "Captain Janeway, I grant you full passage through our space and I will recommend to my superiors that we make an alliance with The Federation. You may also mine the X substance that you talk of. If the rest of your crew is as impressive as this man then I know that you are a good race."
The Captain didn't know what to say. Weirder everyday, she thought to herself.
Finnegan stumbled over to Seven, " Are you ok?"
"Am I ok? I really don't think that is the relevant question right now, I'm not the one who just got thrown by a four-hundred pound man," she said in disbelief.
"Oh I'm fine, super healing factor is just part of the genetic enhancement deal, but if you don't mind I would like to go back to my room and change, I think he ruined my tux," he said with a small smile. Seven figured it was all he could muster, because even the slightest curl in his lips seemed to cause pain. She was wondering how he could stand up.
"Captain will you excuse me?" he asked.
"Yes Mr. Finnegan, and I will need to have a talk with you tomorrow," she said.
"I understand," he replied.
Finnegan walked out of the room and rounded the corner. The second he was sure he was out of view of anyone he collapsed against the wall. He knew he had a broken rib or two and that his arm was fractured. He was also pretty sure that he had a concussion. He sat there against the wall for a couple minutes and tried to regain some of his strength. You are the biggest moron in the entire world. What the hell are you going to do now? You can't even get up? Finnegan tried to rise, but so much pain shot through him that he let out a little whelp. He fell to the ground again.
"Hello?" Finnegan heard a voice from around the corner. Someone was out in the hall, but who?
"Is someone there?" the voice asked again. He immediately recognized it and cursed under his breath. Of all the people to come out of that room and see him curled up in a weak little ball of pain it had to be Seven. Finnegan immediately tried to get up. He forced himself to get up, stumbled and hit his broken left are against the left wall, cried out in pain, fell, slammed his head against the wall, and blacked out.