Trouble for Chuck and Tramira
Posted on Tue Mar 27th, 2012 @ 7:08am by Ensign Daniel Daniels & Janine Donovan PsyD, MD
1,530 words; about a 8 minute read
Mission:
Subjugation
Location: Mining Colony Green Zone
Timeline: Day 11, 27, 28.
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Day 27 - Green Zone
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Daniels had two women who weren't happy. Of course, he didn't respond to that name, in either of the three variations it existed in his name. Here, he went by Chuck Norris. A movie reference, naturally, but in doing so, he was given anonymity, in the extremely unlikely event they ever got off this rock.
Daniels had been rather quick to collect that bad things happened here, he'd likely have to do some of them, and using his own name would likely incite trouble, in the future.
He sighed, and took a brief moment to recollect the hell that had occurred, to date.
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Day 11 - Daniels & Tramira
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Daniels had befriended the Klingons, largely, because he had gotten in to a fight, with one of the leaders, and managed to off him, with a clever abuse of a properly aimed Round-house kick.
The smallest Klingon had a child with him. A girl. Naturally, among Klingon Warriors, The girl, Korr'ha, which was practically not capable of being pronounced with a british tongue, was not given much in the way of food stuffs. Daniels was given a proper Warrior's share, for he had managed to prove himself as such. Not that it was much. Especially not, when Korr'ha was given a fourth of it.
Today, however, Korr'ha's father was ill. He could barely move. This was problematic, Daniels was learning, for some rather disturbing reasons.
"If he is not moved in to a Work zone, in time, his implant will go off." One of the main warriors said. "Leave him. He is too much effort."
"He is my friend. Personal Honor does not permit that he just be abandoned. Have you none left, yourself? Have you become so acclimatized to this place, that nothing Klingon exists within you?" Daniels demanded.
Several of the other Klingons were highly shocked to hear such words, out of a human's mouth. The larger, and better respected Klingon, however, cared little. "You, who are not Klingon, can not claim anything under Klingon honor." The man said, smacking Daniels down, next to Korr'ha's father. "Lie with him, then. We go."
And they went. Without Daniels. Without Korr'ha. Without Korr'ha's father.
"Chuk." The man managed to breathe out.
"I'm here, Koch." Daniels said, looking at the man.
"You must go. You must take Korr'ha. You must promise she will not be treated, as other women are, in this place. This Gre'thor." Koch said. "If you claim me as part of your personal honor, you will do this. Leave me here. Let me find Sto-vo-kor"
Korr'ha looked to Daniels, expectantly.
Daniels nodded. He took Korr'ha's hand, and began bringing the girl towards the amber zone - the brief area between the Green, and Red Zones, where workers transitioned, at the appropriate times.
Korr'ha's head tore apart, into an explosion, approximately two minutes, after Daniels and Korr'ha had entered the yellow zone.
The death howl, that Daniels honored the man with, would have made most Klingons proud.
Just not on this rock.
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Day 27 - Daniels, Tramira, Donovan
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He was awoken from his brief recollection of memories, by a familiar voice. It shocked him, briefly, to hear a member of the Calypso's crew.
Much to Daniels' dismay, however, the first Calypso crew mate he had come across, in the southernmost region of the mining colony he was assigned to, was Janine Donovan. By the time he had met her, he, and the girl, who now answered to Tramira, a mighty warrior that Daniels occasionally told stories about, to the girl, to get her to sleep, had managed to find themselves roughly situated approximately 2 miles away from the Klingons who so thoroughly despised both 'Chuck Norris', and 'Tramira'.
Donovan had been along with the two for all of 20 minutes, and already Daniels had had enough.
"Seriously, they don't even have SHOWERS here!" Donovan yelled. "And you would not believe what I've had to do to-"
"Just shut it. Tramira is trying to sleep." Daniels said. "I don't care what you've been through."
"Yeah. You haven't had to barter 'special services' for food." Donovan said with a scowl.
"Would. You. Shut. The. Hell. Up. Right now." Daniels hissed, in a very cross, and very not-Daniels tone of voice. "I've had enough of you already. Get the hell out of Casa de Norris."
"What? Are you kicking me out?" Janine demanded.
"Yeah. There's only two beds we've scrapped together here, and I'm not surrendering my bunk, or Tramira's bunk, for you. We aren't sharing, either." Daniels hissed. "Now be quiet. We have to be in the amber zone in about four hours, if I've got my times right, and Tramira needs sleep. We've been barely able to sleep, having had to scoot 2 bloody miles, from where I found myself crudely dumped, between work times, and fighting off rude people who want a cut of our food. I'm not fond of having my head blown off by a micro-explosive, either, so just leave us the hell alone."
"Oh, you don't actually believe that nonsense, do you?" Janine asked. "It's not real, you know. I saw a man sitting peacefully in a Green zone, well after my last shift change. He hadn't moved in some time, I don't think."
Daniels scowled. "I've seen it happen-"
"YEAH. RIGHT. I'm SO BLOODY CONVINCED!" Janine yelled.
Tramira groggily opened her eyes.
Daniels pointed a finger at Janine. "That's it. I've had it. You can't keep your mouth shut. You are going to cause more fights than you are worth. You can't keep quiet during rest time, and three Bolians are giving me stink eyes. Tramira can't sleep, either. You can't be respectful of her father, who was rather rudely incinerated by just such a device that you call a myth. I'm done."
"You are done with what?" Janine demanded.
"You tried to have Stran and I drummed out of the Fleet. You don't care about anyone but your own bloody self, and you know what? I can't find one good, honorable reason, to protect your sorry butt any longer." Daniels said. And then, before Janine could get up, from her sitting position, to properly defend herself, Daniels kneed her in the chin. Good, and strong. Her head snapped backwards, and she fell back.
"Chuk?" The groggy-voiced Tramira asked.
"Go to sleep, little one. She doesn't think the explosives are real. We'll leave her in the middle of camp, before next shift change. She can decide for her bloody self, if they are real, after that." Daniels said, moving back to Tramira.
"But... she looks like you." Tramira said.
"There is more to being of one's kind, Tramira, than just being under the general classification of 'Human'. Just as there are different kinds of Klingons." Daniels said, gently ruffling the child's hair. "You don't look like Tramira, yet you have a similar spirit. More clandestine, quiet, and dastardly, than the obnoxiously loud, and explosive one she had, but it's still there. This woman has more in common with a snake, or a ferengi."
"'Kay." Tramira said. That was good enough. That was the nice thing about Tramira. She followed him, and kept close. Except when she'd disappear, and reappear, with things like mysteriously collected rags, or other items, and Daniels never dared ask where she found them, either.
Or How.
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Day 28 - Daniels and Tramira
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The Bolians, that had so graciously allowed Daniels and Tramira to pitch their make-shift sleeping bags, under a small out-cropping of rocks, had a tendency to leave all the sick people who were expected to die, next to the large pit where food scraps were discarded, when they went bad, what little was left, and were then, burned, along with the sick people, to prevent diseases from spreading. The tendency of said sick people to explode, at seemingly random, only made this more sensible, as the pit contained the blast, protecting people from getting injured
Giving Donovan one more good kick to the back of the head, Daniels unceremoniously dumped the woman into the pit, as the Bolians had done with others, and left, with Tramira, towards the work zone.
Not one of the Bolians saw fit to help her, either. There were brief whispers, about whether or not a marriage had ended, or a jealous lover suspected the other of cheating, and there were other whispers that she carried some alien sickness that Daniels did not want to catch.
The batch of Bolians coming off shift nodded to Daniels, and Tramira. They had been, more or less, accepted, within the community, as they had both contributed to it, with scavenged items, that Tramira had 'liberated' along the way.
They did not pay much attention to the unconscious human woman amidst the three other ill corpses, and when the shifts properly switched over, and two of them, Donovan included, incinerated the trace bits of spoiled food, and ill corpses, no one blinked an eye, or shed a single tear.
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"Chuck Norris" - Ensign Daniel Daniels
Assistant Chief Security Officer,
USS Calyspo
Janine Donovan(Deceased)
SCIS Investigative Officer
USS Calypso
"Tramira" - Korr'ha
Misplaced Child
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