====== Mess Hall, USS Chimera ===== “I am not looking forward to explaining to the Major why my entire team was wasted by friendly fire” Said Ra’nar sitting down with his meal of Regova eggs and Yamok sauce. “So why don’t you explain to the Major what really happened?” Asked Walker, as he too sat down at the table. “You know the drill, if a team is lost it is the fault of the team leader regardless of circumstances” Replied Ra’nar, as he began tucking into the greenish Cardassian eggs. Ra’nar was never fully satisfied with Federation replicaters, they never seemed to get the taste of Cardassian meals correct. Of course it was understandable given the fact that the only time federation ship would normally replicate such a meal would be to punish a Ensign who had woke up drink with the Captain’s wife. Across the room sat the man who had opened fire on his team, Private Amos Blake. Ra’nar could see the man laughing and joking with his friends, and Ra’nar was not going to stand for such an insult. Ra’nar quickly poured himself another glass of Kanar whisky from the small bottle which he had hidden in his back pocket and moved over to Blake’s position. Walker not being one to miss a good show follow him. “It has been a while since I have seen a good fight… Well, one that I haven’t been involved in.” said Walker as he followed. As Ra’nar sat uninvited at the table all chatter stopped and eyes were firmly on him. Ra’nar smiled, “What is a matter lads?” said Ra’nar with a huge smile across his face. “Who said you could sit their?” Asked Private Blake. “Nobody.” Laughed Ra’nar. “I simply wished to be among my fellow ODA members. By the way, I believe your rifle sight may need adjusting. A few of your shots stayed onto my team.” Smiled Ra’nar, fighting back his anger. Blake laughed, “There is nothing wrong with my sight.” “Then either you are a trouble shot or you wish…” Ra’nar plaused for a moment, “How do you Humans say? You wish to have the living hell kicked out of you!” Said Ra’nar with a vicious smile across his face. “Listen. Your kind such not be aloud in the Marines or the Fleet. If you a fire by my fire, what the hell, I just wish it was live ammo.” Ra’nar again fought back his urge to stick A plate of Yamok where the sun did not shine. “My kind?” “Yes, YOUR KIND!!” Shouted Blake, “I lost two uncles in the war, while your family sat at home entertaining your Dominion friends. Bloody bunch of cowards, can’t fight your way out of a paper bag. So you have to turn to the Dominion. And now I have to serve with one, I don’t think so.” Spat Blake. “Excuse me a moment” said Ra’nar as he got up from his seat and walked over to the chef. Ra’nar grabbed a Banana, then walked back over to the table and calmly sat back down without saying a word and began steering Blake dead in the eyes. “What are you going to do with that? Chook me to death?” laughed Blake with his friends. Ra’nar laughed as well before saying, “YES!” Ra’nar’s fist whipped across the table, catching Blake directly in the windpipe. Blake’s mouth opened as he gasped for air, Ra’nar then jumped on the table, grasped Blake’s face and plunged the yellow fruit into his mouth. As they struggled Ra’nar’s fingers found hold of his dinner tray which he smashed against the side of Blakes face, sending a tooth flying into another mans soup. Within seconds both were on the floor, arms and legs flying, hardly a display of the unarmed combat that both were expert in, rather just pure aggression taking hold. A few punches connected with Ra’nars face, he in return hit the man in the nose, bracking it and bit a hole clean though his face. Around the Mess Hall just chants as, “twenty credits on the Cardie!” or “thirty on Blake could be heard. Somehow Blake managed to scramble on top of Ra’nar and pull a MK1 phaser from his back pocket, but he didn’t see Ra’nar also reach for something in his back pocket. “Now I am going to waste you, you stinking Cardassian.” Said Blake holding the phaser, blood still running down his face. “You kill me and I will end your life,” smiled Ra’nar as he poked something into Blake. Blake looked down to see a small dagger pointing directly an his crotch. It was indeed a stalemate. That was until the voice of Petty Officer Williams roared across the mess hall. “Enough!” ======= Eng Log ====== Private Ra'nar ODA Medical Specialist USS Chimera _________________________________________________________________ Be the first to hear what's new at MSN - sign up to our free newsletters! http://www.msn.co.uk/newsletters