===Chimera Messhall== While Martin waited for Oriana to approve the drink he has pulled out from behind the bar, he realize the somewhat frail man he had bumped in to was standing close to his side. Trying to listen for Oriana's response he turned his head to one side and looked at Ceril, "I am sorry did you say something?" he remarked in a careless attitude. "Well.... yes, I said you should watch where you are going," Ceril stated a bit more loudly and firmly. {You can't let a bully push you around} he thought over and over again in his head. Oriana saw this small man, who appeared before the bar. Not bad, good figure, really not bad ... Then she looked at Martin again. {But this man is the best, what I could find.} She pour next glasses to the crewman's and follow the talk of both men farther. Martin laughed, "Sorry, there little man, IT was truly an accident. No need to get upset." Martin then turned his shouldered and popped open the bottle in his hand. He splashed the liquid in the general direction of the glass, spilling everywhere. "There you go friend, have a drink on me." Ceril placed the dripping glass in his other hand and shook his wet hand, send droplets everywhere in the general direction of Martin. "Thanks," Ceril started with a grim expression, "I didn't think I'd be licking my drink off my hand though." {Don't let them get away with that son} Ceril remembered as took a drink from his glass and wiped his still damp hand on his pants. With his free hand, Martin slapped Ceril on the back and laughed. "Well, then don't move when I pour!" he chuckled as he looked back to Oriana. "Now were we my beloved? Oh yes, is this to your liking?" he held up the bottle. Oriana had eyes for Martin only. {If they will have the fight, Martin would win surely ... He asked something.} she awoke to. She shook her head.: "Oh, err .. yes, my love, how do you say." She kissed him at cheek. She looked, how he pour out to the glasses. Then he reached down her one of the glasses. She raised her glass: "To my new love. I hope, my family will be satisfied now." She smiled. They interweave their hands and drank their drinks. As Keylor led Anne through the crowd, they slowly grew closer to Oriana and the unnamed man. Keylor continued to scan the face of the man, who now was looking in Keylor=E2=80=99s direction, apparently talking to the man he had bumped in to. {Though he does look strangely like Shane. Same nose, similar eyes, maybe a relative? But what are the chances of one of Shane's relatives being in such a remote corner of the universe? Though not impossible, highly improbably I would think.} he thought to himself. As they drew closer he feared that this man and the frail looking crewman might just start a fight, and a fight between them could easily turn in to a fight with everyone. This was not what Keylor hoped for since most of his crew were on leave, or here at the party, that left few security members available to deal with any disturbances. Keylor looked back to Anne, "Almost there," he said glancing at a few of the party goers as he talked. Anne frowned as she saw the actions of the two men. She glanced at Keylor and saw his attention too was concentrated on them. "Sir?..." she began tentatively "...I don't like the look of that..." she turned her head, facing the bar "Should we call security?" "Neither do I " he replied. "But lets see if we can keep it from getting to a fight before we call security," he said as he neared the trio at the bar. As they closed Keylor could see the unfamiliar face pour a drink, slap the small man on the back and then turn away. Keylor was now close enough to reach out and intervene in what appeared to be the growing tension. He placed his hand on Ceril's shoulder. "Is there a problem crewman?" Ceril stared at the man in disbelief. When that bully slapped his back Ceril had choked on his drink and spilled even more on his shirt and the drink was still sloshing around in his glass and over the edges onto his hand again. He was about to slap the other man on the back when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at whom it was and in doing so knocked into Martin spilling the remain contents of his glass on the other man. "Ahh... ah... NO, sir," Ceril stuttered and then continued, "no problem at all." He gave the colonel a tentative smile. Oriana turned behind the voice, she heard. It was ... "Colonel Keylor, nice to see you. I had not the chance to see you till now. You look good .. sir. A drink?" she pointed at one of bottles, but when he shook his head, she shrugged her shoulders, then she remembered something. Keylor turned his attention to Oriana. Though he had little interaction with her in the past, HE thought he knew her well enough, at least to her personality. After all she was a Vulcan, and they rarely showed emotion, at least the full blooded ones. Keylor knew enough that for a Vulcan to show emotion was a big deal, and usually only in private to the ones closest to them, Oriana was not acting like a Vulcan, something had to be wrong. Keylor shook his head and uttered,"No, thank you, ensign." Keylor then tried to move around the man between him and Oriana. Keylor motioned to Anne to move around him and get closer to Oriana. As he inched his way closer, he stretched an arm out around the man and grabbed Oriana's arm. "Ensign." He paused as he gently pulled on her arm. " I think we need to talk=E2=80=A6." was all he said before something hit him in the jaw. Ceril noticed some jostling at his back and glanced behind him. He snapped his attention back to the colonel and noticed a fist coming his way from his peripheral vision. Ceril ducked and pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He remained in his slightly crouched position and looked up just in time to see a fist connect with the Colonel's jaw. Martin was happily pouring his beloved a drink when he noticed someone brushing up against him. Martin was pressed into the bar a bit as the rather firm body behind him seemed to disregard his presence. He set the bottle down to turn and ask the person to not push so hard when he saw a hand reach around from his side and take hold of Oriana. A perplexed look came across his face, wondering who had the bright idea of trying to move in between him and his new found love. Martin now became a bit annoyed, {Not only am I being pressed, but now they are trying to steal her!} he wiggled his way to get a better look at the person when he heard them say something. {TALK! Get your own girl mister!} he thought as the male voice commanded Oriana. Now filling threatened, Martin reacted. Clinching his right fist he quickly swung out at the interloper. There wasn't much room to maneuver, so it was with some difficulty that Anne squeezed herself between the bar, Keylor and the man who looked so much like Commander Guzman. She looked at Oriana with a touch of suspicion, surprised to see the CSci in a carefree and laughing mood. As Keylor leaned a little forward to talk to Oriana, Anne saw a sudden movement from the corner of her eye. In the second it took for her to think {He's going to punch the Colonel!} and the second in which she began to say "Sir..watch out!" the fist had smacked into Keylor's jaw knocking him off balance and sending him crashing to the floor. With a cry of alarm, Anne pushed Oriana out of the way and knelt down beside the Keylor who lay dazed against the bar. From his crouched position, Ceril watched as the colonel's body came crashing to the floor. Stunned he just looked at the senior officers prone body and watched the quick accessing movements of the woman working around the colonel. Finally coming to his senses some Ceril took the remainder of his drink and threw it in the colonel's face. At the astonished look on the young woman's face and then the sputter of the senior officer Ceril figured he didn't quite do the right thing...... again. He turned to start to crawl away hopefully unseen. Keylor now looked up at Martin seemed to have issued his blow and turned his attention back to Oriana. Keylor rubbed his jaw and thought {OK! I don=E2=80=99t care who you are, that was uncalled for!} after a second he placed both hands on the floor and thrust himself upwards at his would be attacker. Martin had issued his blow and successfully knocked the interloper to the ground. Proud in his accomplishment he looked back to Oraina with a wide grin on his face. "No one will take you away form me my love." He said with satisfaction. Just barely able to get his words out, he was thrust side ways in to the bar. In surprise he released the bottle of liquid and let it drop a few inches. It rolled along the bar crashing in to several glasses knocking them over and spilling all over the top. No one seemed to notice except those close by. Keylor caught Martin by surprise and was able to wrestle him to the bar, Knocking in to Ceril in the process. Keylor quickly flipped Martin face down in to the bar and pressed all of his weight in to him to keep him in place. Keylor then looked at Ceril as the bottle and several glasses gurgled their contents all over the bar top. "Would you mind helping crewman?" he asked. Ceril looked up from his hands and knees and swallowed hard. Afew of the liquid contents were beginning to drip on him. He stood up quickly, "Ahhh... Yes, sir." A confused expression passed over his face and then he asked, "What do you need help with,... Sir?" The colonel seemed to have the man undercontrol and Ceril was at a lost for how he could help. He had never seen any fights in his engineering classes. Keylor showed a Soured look. Out of all the people in the mess hall, this one seemed level headed and in control of his wits. But he also seemed clueless as to how to help. "Hold him down please." he said in an anoyed tone. Ceril's eyes widened and he looked over the man Keylor has holding. {He's bigger than that mutt who stole my hamburger.} He nodded and took a firm grip of Martin and prayed the other man wouldn't kill him. Anne watched the events with some caution, hoping that the Colonel would be able to remain incontrol of things. She looked at the man laying across the bar and thought that if he chose, he could easily free himself from the crewman=E2=80=99s clutches. Keylor looked at how Ceril took over. "NO no! take his arm like this=E2=80=A6" he said as he demonstrated and pulled an arm of Martin=E2=80=99s behind his back. "Anne lock his wrist like this. Then you have levarage on him. Then place your other arm here on the back of his neck. Once you do that you have leverage." He watched as Ceril repositioned himself. Keylor then turned to Oriana, "Ensign I need your help." He looked over at Anne " I would like you to go with this nurse and accompany her to sickbay." Oriana reached out to her beloved. "No No...I will stay here with him" she said hanging onto martins arm firmly "I think you should come with me." Anne said, using her best 'calm' voice. But Oriana shook her head. " No" she said firmly and looked at the Colonel. She smiled: "Do you know Martin Guzman, commander Guzman`s brother and my great life love?" She cuddled to Martin and kissed him. "Martin, this is our captain Colonel Bretam Keylor." Keylor rubbed his jaw he slowly and looked back at the man pressed against the bar. "Commander Guzman's Brother?" he said puzzled. {That makes sense, Brother. What are the odds?} he thought. Keylor looked at the mysterious man, now held against the bar. He then looked back at Oriana. "Well I wish I could let you Ensign, but=E2=80=A6" Keylor quickly thought of a lie. "Well there has been a development and you are needed in sickbay. We need you to=E2=80=A6" He paused for a second. "Uhm.. look at some strange bio-matter we discovered." He smiled back at Oriana. "We will show Martin to some guest quarters and you can join him after you are done in sickbay." He said thinking about throwing Martin in the brig until he was a little more reasonable. Oriana considered this, turned to martin and touched his cheek. "We will do as the Colonel says darling." she said fondly "I do not want to leave you but ...." she leaned to kiss him gently. "I will be with you againn soon." she whispered. Anne caught sight of the Colonel's expression and found it hard not to laugh. The fact that the situation had ended in this way was surprising to say the least. She caught Oriana=E2=80=99s eye and smiled. "Come with me then?" she asked. Martin smiled the best he could with his head pressed so close to the bar, "I will miss you every minute, my beloved. Please hurry or my heart might break with out you." He said just before she kissed him. As Anne started to lead Oriana away, he leaned in to whisper to her, "Have the doctors give her a full checkup. Tell them to keep her there until they can explain her erratic behavior." "Of course Sir" Anne replied. But the pause gave Oriana time to turn back. "Ensign?" Anne said, gently pulling on Oriana=E2=80=99s arm. " We need to go," she said with a reassuringly smile. Reluctantly Oriana followed. Upon hearing that the man he was holding was the brother of the XO Ceril loosened his grip some. As Anne took charge of Oriana and had her heading out the door Ceril became aware of his lax grip when he felt the man beneath his hands flinch a bit. Ceril didn=E2=80=99t have a chance to give any kind of warning to the colonel before he found himself lying on the floor laying in a small sea of spilled beverages. Now focused on His beloved, Martin felt his capture's grip loosen. Desperate for one last embrace before his agonizing separation for his new found love, Martin took advantage of the situation and tried to give Oriana one last parting hug and kiss. But all he found was the big bajoran, dressed in green in his path. He bounced off of Keylor and backed in to Ceril. He reached out to the bar to steady himself but found a bowl of dip instead. In an instant the dip went sailing through the air and right into Keylor. The next thing Ceril knew his commanding officer was standing there with a face full of spinich dip and his hands were busy with Martin. Ceril quickly stood up and tried a couple of times to reach out to help hold Martin before giving up and stammering, "Ahhh.. oh.... I'm so sorry... Sir." Keylor wiped off the dip form his face the best he could. He looked over to Martin who was barley able to keep himself from dropping to the floor, watching Oriana as she and Anne left the room. Keylor then looked down at Ceril and heard his apology. "That is ok. " he said as Ceril stood back up. Keylor leaned in and whispered, "Please show our guest to the brig. I will arrange for a security guard to meet you outside the turbo lift to take him in and show him his =E2=80=98guest=E2=80=99 quarters. ===End Part 2=== Col Bretam Keylor Captain & Ens Oriana Chief Science Officer & Lt(jg) Anne Robinson (NPC) Nurse (APB Rangi) & Cadet Ceril Winnie (NPC) (APB Athena) & Martin Guzman (NPC)