Unexpected
by Starsinger
Well, people do strange things. Don't own them.
"You're telling me she's married to him? And you let me crew get on board that ship?!" Jim said, anger and incredulity seep through.
Admiral Archer looked at Jim, "Jim, she's the only contact we have out there that's not going to get killed. Not by THEM anyway. Just trust us." They were wheeling down a hospital corridor. Well, Kirk was anyway. It had been nearly two months since the attack in the hospital room, and Jim was feeling definite frustration. "Look, just trust Kris. She'll keep your people safe…" That made Kirk feel a WHOLE lot better.
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"Captain, Klingon cruiser, K-12 Class, decloaking off the starboard bow," the helmsman radioed them in the shuttle. "It's the Metark."
"Oh, it would be him," Kris muttered taking the pilot's seat. Dumark took the seat next to her.
"Father's here?" she asked.
"I'm hoping it's your husband," Kris muttered. Uhura and the rest looked at each other through this incomprehensible conversation.
"Shuttle Chleo, you are cleared for liftoff," came the word. It was a short flight, especially with McCoy not there to complain the entire time. They docked at an airlock and unhooked themselves.
Kris appeared to be taking deep breaths, "Okay, guys, some unusual things are about to take place with the Klingons. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO INTERFERE! Understood?" Dumark pulled out a hypo and Kris glared at it before tilting her head. "Worst part about blood wine is I'm allergic to the damn stuff."
"What about the Klingons?" Uhura asked. Vivid memories of her last encounter with a bunch of Klingons raced through her mind.
"Let me worry about the Klingons," Kris muttered. The got off the shuttle. It was a mining station alright. Short hallways, Sarek and Spock found themselves constantly ducking, dark and corroded interior, it was ugly, dirty, and fully functional. They emerged into a large conference room where five Bajorans and three Klingons waited. The lead male uttered words to the group in Klingon.
Uhura flinched, "It's a challenge."
Kris responded in kind. Dumark stood impassively watching her Captain as she went nose to nose with the Klingon, neither touching the other. Suddenly, Kris' right knee came up and connected with the Klingon's abdomen causing him to bend over, then she used his forward momentum to strike him on the back sending him into the ground. Then, she sat on him. "You're getting old, Guldarth, you never laid a hand on me." Another Klingon handed her a goblet that she promptly threw back in one gulp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Uhura and the rest stared at Kris as she got back up and deliberately turned her back, walking back to the group. "Are you alright?" Chekov asked, eyeing the brute.
"Oh, I'm fine, he'll make it up to me later with flowers, chocolate, and bad Klingon poetry," she commented. "Unless you've been sending him some Shakespeare." Dumark shook her head, then nodded. "Okay, here we go."
They watched as yet again Guldarth came at them, he swiftly picked the Captain again and turned her around. Their eyes locked, fierce glares coming from both of them. All any of them could do was watch. Then, he kissed her. "Ugh, you've been eating garlic again," Kris said after they broke apart. The others watched as the Klingon carried the Captain away from the room.
Uhura looked at Dumark, "What was that?"
Sarek broke in, "I believe that the Captain is his wife."
"I hope he doesn't break too many of her ribs this time," Dumark muttered. They turned to the waiting Bajoran delegation who jerked their heads toward a table.
A man in the front stepped forward, "I am Vedek Ejdu Pirak."
Sarek stepped forward, "I am Ambassador Sarek, we are representing the United Federation of Planets on a grave matter.
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Pirak looked at the picture of the Cardassian long and hard. "That is Gul Sakut. He went missing from Cardassian space three months ago. What was he doing on your planet?"
"Attempting to kill a helpless Starfleet Captain," Sarek responded. This promptly went into an explanation of the events.
Pirak sat studying the picture some more, "Alright, you have formal permission to continue your orbit over this moon. I'll have to get permission if you want to visit Bajor. Meanwhile, we'll contact Cardassia, and see what they'll tell us."