Disclaimer: A little bit- okay a major bit- of SPOCK appreciation going on
in this one. Loved writing an action scene for him, but I promise it
doesn't end with this chapter. Nobody will guess what's going to happen
next, I'm sure of that.
Oh – Star Trek was not created in my head; it only lives there 24-7
Chapter 8- DEATHMATCH
After avoiding the blinking Denebian slime devils that inhabited the floors of deck eleven and the Kung Fu hamsters in the turbolifts; the Klingon commander was totally disgusted with the earth ship.
He was confused as well. The word Kung Fu refused to be translated into Klingon but it sounded like something Klingons only did in private.
Yet, as he entered the recreation room, his opinion of these earthers improved. In front of him sprawled a battle arena that would rival the personal facilities of the Klingon Emperor. He ordered his men to fan out so they could cover the entire room with disruptor fire if needed. Then he turned to Kirk and said, "Where is your first officer? If you have already killed him, our own personal fight will commence."
Kirk only nodded and faced the arena. The crewmen along the edges sat in rising seats along the wall. The Captain shouted, "Come out! Traitor!"
The arena grew dim, as a pale spotlight highlighted a slim dark figure that emerged from behind a curtain. The crowd fell silent. A low, throbbing, tribal music filled the room as the Vulcan stepped forward into the arena. He was clad in black pants and a loose blue shirt with cuffs. It was not the same outfit the Klingon commander had seen him in earlier. A human observer might have compared the outfit to that of a medieval musketeer. The shirt glistened in the small light and the pants and boots seemed to give him the agility of a panther. A medium cape fell behind his shoulders and flowed out as silent as a shadow; mimicking his every move. Presented in this setting with all of his rage simmering for a fight, the traitorous first officer glowed. That was really the only was to describe it. His eyes sparked with a cunningness that many Klingons would describe as 'the killing fire'. One thin eyebrow arched as he faced the captain that he so skillfully betrayed.
One female in the crowd sighed and another fell over as if dead.
The Klingons ignored them both, so intent were they on the scene developing before them.
"I see you have come at the appointed place and time," said the First Officer, "Logically, you either wish to end you life in an expedient manner, or you lack the mental capabilities for coherent reason. Either way, let the challenge begin."
Kirk dropped the cape he'd been wearing when he met the Klingons from his shoulders revealing a similar outfit to the first officers, but with a gold shirt. The Captain smiled at the Vulcan and began moving to the right as the other came up from the left. The two faced each other. An atmosphere of intense combat began to build up in the room, as they circled like predators preparing to strike.
The Klingon visitors were having the time of their life, and the commander saw some rather large amounts of currency exchange hands.
"I have killed the rest of your conspirators, Spock," said Kirk, as he edged closer, "Chekov and Brikosa were not good at hiding their tracks. They followed Stanton to a traitors hell!"
" A Pity. They were good crewmen," said Spock in return, tensing his body, preparing to make a move, "Their only crime was wanting to live without the fear of you getting us all killed someday. You will die now."
Spock moved first, reaching for a clasp of rubber bands at his side. He brought one out before the audience could blink and dived to the side. Kirk dodged his attack with difficulty, bending backwards, almost to the ground. He rolled on his shoulder and came up with a rubber band of his own.
"You first!" he shouted and fired.
The new weapons were flying all over the place, and for the next few minutes, when the members of the human audience were not making bets of their own, they were dodging 'stray bullets'. Humans and Klingons alike cheered enthusiastically for whichever combatant they had the most money on. It was like nothing the Commander had ever seen before, and soon, he found himself cheering along with his men at the spectacle before him.
For a while Spock had the upper hand. The Vulcan was obviously quicker than his Captain. He dodged and fired with precision and pinpoint accuracy, and the Captain was putting all his energy into surviving the Vulcan's brutal attacks. Spock had only one flaw that the Klingon Commander could see, but it was a flaw that would probably get him killed. He fought in a consistant and predictable manner, always taking the logical course of action.
Kirk began to take advantage of that fact, moving in a very erratic and unpredictable manner. He reversed his momentum rather abruptly and rolled to the ground firing as he went, throwing off Spocks concentration. The Shot grazed Spock in the arm and he grimaced in pain. The Klingons could see the forceful effect of these new federation weapons when the Vulcan began to move to defensive moves, dodging instead of firing the shots from the energetic human in front of him.
All at once, the battle came to a climax. Kirk and Spock charged each other from opposite sides of the arena, each armed with a rubber band. They fired in mid air and the shots went wild. Spock's rubber band flew towards the ceiling and in a flash of light; it was gone, as if it had gone into warp speed. Kirk's shot hit a crewman in the front row of cheering people, who immediately screeched and fell to the ground.
Everybody ignored him.
Kirk and Spock locked hands in mid air and came to the ground in a silent struggle. Their labored breathing and straining muscles could be seen and heard all over the room. Each was trying to overcome the other by sheer strength and will power.
Suddenly, Kirk fell to the ground and scissor kicked the unsuspecting Vulcan in the ankles. Spock regained his footing as best as he could, but it was way too late for the traitor. Kirk had already armed himself, and fired.
The rubber band hit Spock full in the chest and for a moment, he just stood there in the center of the arena, stunned and twitching.
He slowly fell to his knees and looked up into the face of his Captain.
"It is quite illogical," he whispered, before he fell to the ground and lay silent.
Three more females in the crowd fainted, but the roaring spectators, saluting and honoring their victorious Captain, did not notice them.
The outcome of this great battle had pleased the Klingon commander. He stepped forward to announce the next fight. And for Kirk, this next one would not be so easily won.
Oh – Star Trek was not created in my head; it only lives there 24-7
Chapter 8- DEATHMATCH
After avoiding the blinking Denebian slime devils that inhabited the floors of deck eleven and the Kung Fu hamsters in the turbolifts; the Klingon commander was totally disgusted with the earth ship.
He was confused as well. The word Kung Fu refused to be translated into Klingon but it sounded like something Klingons only did in private.
Yet, as he entered the recreation room, his opinion of these earthers improved. In front of him sprawled a battle arena that would rival the personal facilities of the Klingon Emperor. He ordered his men to fan out so they could cover the entire room with disruptor fire if needed. Then he turned to Kirk and said, "Where is your first officer? If you have already killed him, our own personal fight will commence."
Kirk only nodded and faced the arena. The crewmen along the edges sat in rising seats along the wall. The Captain shouted, "Come out! Traitor!"
The arena grew dim, as a pale spotlight highlighted a slim dark figure that emerged from behind a curtain. The crowd fell silent. A low, throbbing, tribal music filled the room as the Vulcan stepped forward into the arena. He was clad in black pants and a loose blue shirt with cuffs. It was not the same outfit the Klingon commander had seen him in earlier. A human observer might have compared the outfit to that of a medieval musketeer. The shirt glistened in the small light and the pants and boots seemed to give him the agility of a panther. A medium cape fell behind his shoulders and flowed out as silent as a shadow; mimicking his every move. Presented in this setting with all of his rage simmering for a fight, the traitorous first officer glowed. That was really the only was to describe it. His eyes sparked with a cunningness that many Klingons would describe as 'the killing fire'. One thin eyebrow arched as he faced the captain that he so skillfully betrayed.
One female in the crowd sighed and another fell over as if dead.
The Klingons ignored them both, so intent were they on the scene developing before them.
"I see you have come at the appointed place and time," said the First Officer, "Logically, you either wish to end you life in an expedient manner, or you lack the mental capabilities for coherent reason. Either way, let the challenge begin."
Kirk dropped the cape he'd been wearing when he met the Klingons from his shoulders revealing a similar outfit to the first officers, but with a gold shirt. The Captain smiled at the Vulcan and began moving to the right as the other came up from the left. The two faced each other. An atmosphere of intense combat began to build up in the room, as they circled like predators preparing to strike.
The Klingon visitors were having the time of their life, and the commander saw some rather large amounts of currency exchange hands.
"I have killed the rest of your conspirators, Spock," said Kirk, as he edged closer, "Chekov and Brikosa were not good at hiding their tracks. They followed Stanton to a traitors hell!"
" A Pity. They were good crewmen," said Spock in return, tensing his body, preparing to make a move, "Their only crime was wanting to live without the fear of you getting us all killed someday. You will die now."
Spock moved first, reaching for a clasp of rubber bands at his side. He brought one out before the audience could blink and dived to the side. Kirk dodged his attack with difficulty, bending backwards, almost to the ground. He rolled on his shoulder and came up with a rubber band of his own.
"You first!" he shouted and fired.
The new weapons were flying all over the place, and for the next few minutes, when the members of the human audience were not making bets of their own, they were dodging 'stray bullets'. Humans and Klingons alike cheered enthusiastically for whichever combatant they had the most money on. It was like nothing the Commander had ever seen before, and soon, he found himself cheering along with his men at the spectacle before him.
For a while Spock had the upper hand. The Vulcan was obviously quicker than his Captain. He dodged and fired with precision and pinpoint accuracy, and the Captain was putting all his energy into surviving the Vulcan's brutal attacks. Spock had only one flaw that the Klingon Commander could see, but it was a flaw that would probably get him killed. He fought in a consistant and predictable manner, always taking the logical course of action.
Kirk began to take advantage of that fact, moving in a very erratic and unpredictable manner. He reversed his momentum rather abruptly and rolled to the ground firing as he went, throwing off Spocks concentration. The Shot grazed Spock in the arm and he grimaced in pain. The Klingons could see the forceful effect of these new federation weapons when the Vulcan began to move to defensive moves, dodging instead of firing the shots from the energetic human in front of him.
All at once, the battle came to a climax. Kirk and Spock charged each other from opposite sides of the arena, each armed with a rubber band. They fired in mid air and the shots went wild. Spock's rubber band flew towards the ceiling and in a flash of light; it was gone, as if it had gone into warp speed. Kirk's shot hit a crewman in the front row of cheering people, who immediately screeched and fell to the ground.
Everybody ignored him.
Kirk and Spock locked hands in mid air and came to the ground in a silent struggle. Their labored breathing and straining muscles could be seen and heard all over the room. Each was trying to overcome the other by sheer strength and will power.
Suddenly, Kirk fell to the ground and scissor kicked the unsuspecting Vulcan in the ankles. Spock regained his footing as best as he could, but it was way too late for the traitor. Kirk had already armed himself, and fired.
The rubber band hit Spock full in the chest and for a moment, he just stood there in the center of the arena, stunned and twitching.
He slowly fell to his knees and looked up into the face of his Captain.
"It is quite illogical," he whispered, before he fell to the ground and lay silent.
Three more females in the crowd fainted, but the roaring spectators, saluting and honoring their victorious Captain, did not notice them.
The outcome of this great battle had pleased the Klingon commander. He stepped forward to announce the next fight. And for Kirk, this next one would not be so easily won.