As the man was holding her left arm, Stargazer gave him a blow in the face with her right elbow, making him let go his grip on her. She raised her foot up to chest height, bringing the sole of her boot in contact with his chest, pushing him to the deck.
"What's going on here?" said a puzzled Dalton Bott, the Bolian.
"That's what I'd like to know," said Woof equally puzzled. He turned his head round to Duxeal to ask for an explanation, just in time to see him stand in front of Stargazer in an effort to protect her. Duxeal looked at Woof and said "Sorry Woof! Explain later" and nodded his head in the direction of the Syndicate members. By this time, they had drawn knives of different sizes and descriptions.
Dalton Bott, the Bolian, spoke first "Who's the dirty double-crossers now eh? Well, we're going to teach you a lesson you will never forget"
"That'll be the day!" replied Woof, with his usual Klingon bravado.
"What are you going to do Klingon? There are only five of you, and there are eight of us!" taunted Bott.
"I'll show you what I'm going to do, Bolian," answered Woof, and with that he spread his arms wide, threw his head back and shouted at the top of his voice "KLINGONS UNITE!"
At that command, three figures appeared from behind large packing cases behind Woof and his comrades. The figures belonged to Captain Mutz, Commander M'Tilloch, and Commodore Clarkz. They were armed with Bat'Leths and handed ones to the rest of their comrades.
Woof looked at Dalton Bott with a crazed expression on his face, and said, "I think this evens the sides up, don't you? Your move, friend"
Bott, now enraged, and not wanting to look cowardly in front of his men, charged at Woof with his knife in his outstretched hand. Woof sidestepped him and stabbed him in the stomach with a sharp point of his Bat'leth. Bott dropped his knife and clutched his stomach with both hands. He sank to his knees with his head bowed, as Woof raised his Bat'leth above his head.