[Anyone from Security, respond! We have an assault in progress on the Promenade, section P-244 . . . anyone?] came a voice over the comm.
T'learn touched her commbadge and answered, "55 patrol copies assault call P-244."
Skaren did the same. "Well, let's do it. T'learn. What are you waiting for?"
"Okay, P-244 is in that direction. It's the bar known as the Rim Runner and is a very seedy establishment on the best of watches."
"A bar like that one of Quark? Hmpf!" Skaren ran in the direction of it however. Duty was duty!
They entered the Rim and found that the lights were very low, the crowds were cheering and screaming, and two women were fighting bare fisted with clothing partially torn off.
The crowd was pressed so thick that both security officers had to work to get in close and T'learn yelled, "Break it up!"
"What in the world is happening here!" Skaren grumbled as he pushed the crowd aside. This was real strange. "Is this a normal thing happening on this station, T'learn?" He asked.
"Actually, this is pretty normal activity for this bar..." T'learn laughed as she shouldered two men aside where they were betting on which piece of clothing the women were going to loose next. "55 patrol to dispatch, are there other teams you can dispatch to assist?"
[Not at this time] they heard the woman answer a bit breathlessly. [Oh . . . Roger . . . Wait . . . I'm sorry . . . We're all just a bit . . . Busy here . . Oh yes!] They heard her sigh through the com before it went dead.
Skaren raised his eyebrow. "What is going on here? Did I miss anything?"
T'learn made eye contact with Skaren, "I think we can assume back up isn't coming..." She said dodging a punch. "Everyone, back off." She said as two guys from either side of her grabbed her arms and started pulling at her clothing.
The Klingon suddenly took position. "Gentlemen, take one word of advise from me. Release her, or you'll make me mad." He thundered.
The two women who'd previously been fighting amongst themselves smiled and started running their hands over the tall muscular built Klingon security Ensign. The one on the left ran her fingers up along his chin and into his hair...
T'learn was kissed by one and then the other of the men who were holding her captive against one of the far tables. She thought to herself that she really should be doing something but what?
"No, keep your hands off me!" Skaren got in a really bad mood when people started to touch him against his wishes.
T'learn felt hands going up under her tunic and she snapped a little closer to normal. She smashed the palm of one hand into the nose of the guy who's hand was groping her and was able to stand up almost straight, delivering an elbow strike to his friend.
"My honor forbids me to get violent against a puny human woman, but if you do not stop this . . ." He grabbed the hands of one of the women that roamed over his body. "You will be ever so sorry!"
"Perhaps you'd like to try me," a voice purred behind him. It was a woman of Klingon build, but she wasn't full Klingon. Her features were partially human. She smiled as she stepped toward him.
"No, at the moment I am on duty and not interested." He said curtly. Skaren was a master at controlling his feelings.
"Maybe I won't let you pass me by so easily," she said, challenging him.
"You can come back after my duty shift...is over..." He looks at her.
But she wasn't about to give up as she reached out and caressed his body.
" You are very...persistent..." He mumbled. "But still, I have my duty to attend to."
From across the room T'learn saw the large breasted leather wearing Klingon nibble her partners ear and rage swept through her. She fought harder to get lose of the two men who were still trying to grope and kiss her.
She finally gained her feet and darted though the crowd who was chanting and encouraging the Klingons. She growled, "Get away from him, you bitch..."
"T'learn, I can handle this myself, thank you!" Skaren warned her.
T'learn faced the Klingon woman and yelled, "He's mine..."
"He hasn't claimed you," she replied. "I saw him. I have made a move! He's mine!" With that, the woman struck out swiftly, landing a blow to T'learn's solar plexus.
"Ummmph." T'learn grunted and doubled over. She then was grabbed by the twins, who took her to the ground, where she hit her head and everything went dark. They started kissing and trying to get her out of her uniform.
Skaren suddenly pushed the Klingon aside, and went after the twins. "As I told you before, leave her alone, right now, unless you want to get acquainted with my fists!"
Didn't mean for that to happen, she thought and had enough sense left in her to get up by his side. "You heard him! Move aside!"
T'learn knew that she was in trouble and did the only thing she could think to do. That was to roll on her side and cover her head with both arms.
Skaren grabbed one of the twins and threw him on the floor with a swift move. He placed his foot on him. "You have 10 seconds to leave!"
The Klingon woman grabbed the other man and tossed him across the room with a kick to his rear end. "You heard my friend! Leave!" she echoed.
Wild eyed and short of breath, T'learn stood and looked around the room and rubbed both hands along her arms. She looked at Skaren and shook her head and gasped, "What...I...must...mate..." With that she ran for the exit of the bar.
Skaren was on her heels. "Where are you going!"
The Klingon woman, N'Tasha, followed behind. She was compelled to stay near him.
Skaren simply ignored her, she was no part of his station, no part of his life. He followed T'learn.
A steel fist caught her and brought her to a stop. T'learn's arm hurt remotely where her new partner held it..."Let me go..." She sobbed and tried to pull free.
"Is there something I can do to help?" asked N'Tasha. She was sincere, though she did have desires of her own. But this was more . . . She was concerned.
"T'learn, are you alright?!" Skaren asked with concern. He tried to fight the things he felt, his feelings in turmoil.
"Let me go...." she said as she tried to pull out of his grasp. "I'm going to temple."
"You are not going anywhere, only to sick bay." He replied.
"I'm not sick." She closed her eyes and forced several calming breaths and turned to the Klingon woman, "He's all your's, sister." As she pulled free and ran all out away from the pair.
T'learn was pulled in close and both his arms went around to hold her close...
"No....no....no... "she cried softly into his chest.
"You are mine. There is no need to fight me..." He said making sure she could not go anywhere.
sniff She looks away unable to maintain eye contact with Skaren. She wants to feel his hands on her but in the back of her mind she rebels and fights knowing that this is wrong....they areon duty...they've just met...
"....but...I can't...." she continued having increasing difficulty in breathing.
"You are mine, here and now, that is how it should be."
The half-Klingon woman watched and leaned down. She tenderly stroked T'learn's hair and looked into her eyes. "It's all right," she said gently. "Don't be afraid of what you feel."
"T'learn, do not fight what you want the most..." He whispers. "I want to mate with you..."
The woman was again there. "Don't think about anything, except what you want at this moment," she said softly, to T'learn, changing from having wanted to fight her, to helping her release her emotions and getting her beyond her fear
She looked into the other woman's eyes and tried again, "...I can't..." and cried harder burying her head in Skaren's chest
"It is alright. Trust me, please..." Skaren said. He had to fight the urge to take her clothes off and just mate with her on the spot. In the back of his mind something was nagging at him. It is not right... something is amiss... he thought.
T'learn started struggling in his arms again, only instead of trying to get away she started to work her tunic up over her chest and tried to get an arm free of the sleeve.
"T'learn...what's happening?" Skaren fought and resisted his instincts, but it was to no avail.
The half Klingon woman watched and smiled. There was a certain satisfaction in this, though she was not participating. Part of her was willing to enjoy the fact that they were together. She had thought about leaving, and yet, she hadn't done it. Then suddenly, there was a human man. He put a hand on her arm and gently lifted her to her feet. It was a man she had seen many times in her shop. She smiled. He tenderly caressed her face, then kissed her with passion. Her head spun and she felt off balance by this handsome man with blue eyes and sandy brown hair.
"N'Tasha," the man whispered between kisses, "Come with me . . . I want you . ." his hands roamed over her and she moaned into his kisses.
The confession warmed her heart and she smiled. "I'll go with you, James," N'Tasha said as she kissed him passionately. He lead her away to her shop. It was the closest place available.
T'learn looked up into his eyes and kissed him, "Skaren," She said between kisses, "I don't know what's happening."
T'learn looked around and realized she had her shirt half off and was standing, groping Skaren in the middle of the promenade. She pulled her shirt back over her arm and smoothed it down her frame. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the lift with the intentions of taking him to quarters...where they could finish and she could satisfy this blood lust.
In the lift his hands roamed over her. As a distraction, he used manual control to divert the lift, soothing her with sweet words and a few kisses, he lead her into the closest sick bay.
She ran her hands up his chest and into his hair, pulling loose the ponytail it contained and kissed him. She walked where ever he guided...part of her hoped it was some place quiet and private where she could pull his uniform from his very fit body. She rested her forehead against his chestand tried to catch her breath.
Skaren smiled, he made it. He took her with him inside, not letting her go, playing with her hair, hoping a doctor would show up before he could no longer resist!
Kassia suddenly noticed the pair as they stumbled in together in a passionate embrace. Piccolo and Corran had been busy, helping her with the number of children wandering in with cold symptoms. She went to them.
"Okay, you two, the best I can offer is either a private room in the back or a tranquilizer . . . Are you guys coherent enough to make a decision?" she asked, getting a sense they were right on the edge, wondering if maybe she should just inject them and let them sleep it off . . . at least until they could come up with a solution to the current problem.
T'learn looked at Kassia with terror in her eyes but her hands kept wandering her partners body and she looked away and up at Skaren and her mind couldn't form a coherent thought...
Skaren looked helpless, there is more wrong than he can handle! His hands still explored her body.
Kassia blew a breath out of her mouth. She took the hypospray and set the dosage and tranqed T'learn first, then increased the dose and tranqed Skaren. "There's a room in the back if you can manage to get there," she said
Skaren caught the fainting T'learn. He saw the area the counselor pointed to and headed in that direction, laying T'learn on one of the biobeds before he collapsed next to her...