Uhura's haymaker missed the mark. The lecherous VIP ducked. Her punch, instead, laid the VIP's bodyguard across Komack's path. Komack, stumbling and unbalanced from Donal's push, struggled to achieve balance physically and cosmically.
Admiral Komack-the-Clumsy tripped - steadying himself by firmly placing his hands on assets Uhura reserved for Spock (and Kirk, when in a bar fight in Riverside).
Spock, meanwhile, sucker-punched the ducking VIP into the pool and moved on to the next "guest" in the entourage.
The VIP, sputtering and pissed off at the audacity of the punch, came up swinging and hit Kirk - who was rushing to separate Spock from the fracas.
"What the fu-"
Kirk's confused interjection got cut off by another fist to his handsome face.
Experienced in playing chin music himself, Kirk executed a left-right cross combo that would've made Uhura proud - if she hand't been busy defending her own ass.
Literally.
Scotty reacted immediately to the ambush on Kirk, taking the time to see Carol safely away from the tumult - as if she wasn't a Starfleet officer.
"Off with ya, lassie. No need to get caught up in this!"
"Monty, Uhura and Spock need our help!" Carol argued, twisting her arm out of his wet grip.
"Go! I'll take care of'em!" Scotty insisted.
Defeated by the Scot's stubborn intractability, Carol relented. Clearly the brightest of the Enterprise bridge officers, Carol video'd key portions of the riot to help with Mrs. Uhura's (the lawyer/mother) defense of the Calendar Crew© and her daughter.
With Carol safely on the side opposite the violence, Scotty swam back towards Kirk. His progress was arrested by one of the VIP bodyguards who Uhura had flipped into the pool.
"Aye, c'mon laddie! I've been itchin' to hit something since this whole calendar mess started. Too bad you're not Donal 'Trum-pay' - pompous, credit-grubbing horse's ass!"
The shorter man leveled his monstrous opponent with a sch-weet upper cut. Demonstrating a perfect back layout dive, the gorilla landed in the pool bar and knocked out the Bzzit Khaht bartender.
Having finished his first fight of the day, the Enterprise's chief engineer turned around to find Komack's hands fondling Uhura's breast and the Lieutenant spittin' mad over the situation.
Scotty's dislike of Komack was programmed in at the molecular level; he required scant provocation to come to Uhura's defense.
Surging out of the pool, he shouted "Get your f'ing hands off that lady!" in either Irish or Scottish Gaelic and dropped Komack with one of the most beautiful right jabs McCoy had ever photographed.
"Scotty! Donal's hidin' behind that fake palm tree. Kick his snivelin' ass back to Earth for me!"
"That's a prescription I'll gladly take, Doctor!
"Donal! Let me show you what an 'old man' can do to a young bas!"
"NoNoNoNooooooo! It's not my fault! I'm on you guys' side!"
All this came as Donal backpedaled faster than most people run.
"Hmmm... This guy's been run out of a few places." McCoy speculated while he taped the pursuit.
"No running away today, Donal. Come take your beating like a man!"
The Risan police dispatched their youngest and fastest officers to arrest Scotty who'd been lapping the pool deck, trying to initiate a sprinting, screaming Donal Trumpe into the brotherhood of pain.
Uhura, per her quadrant-wide reputation, continued to lift and separate bodyguards, entourage members and VIPs from the terra firma of the pool deck and into the pool and pool bar with a combination of punches and Vulcan nerve pinches.
In truth, she'd stopped being careful about who she hoisted about 38 bodies ago. This explained how the youngest and oldest members of the Davis family reunion ended up getting up-ended.
Sulu spent a number of anxious minutes dancing his way out of the pool, trying to keep his PADD safe and dry. Chekov had built an entire financial and investment management system into the PADD complete with custom security. Sulu aimed to keep the Calendar Crew's© hard-earned credits as safe as possible.