Klingons, Cardassians, and Bolians, oh my!

Posted on Wed Apr 11th, 2012 @ 5:04pm by Ensign Daniel Daniels

1,181 words; about a 6 minute read

Daniels had, somehow, collected another child, who, most of the time, put up with Tramira's sour attitude, and tendency to dislike being watched too closely.

Four Cardassians had been sent in to their rest zone. Daniels was not told why.

Daniels did not ask, either.

The human, with his two little fledgling troublemakers, garnered enough attention, from the Bigger Bolian, who ran this rest zone, simply because...

... he cared.

"Who's woman is this?" The bigger Bolian demanded. "She looks intriguing, for a Cardassian."

As two, of the other three Cardassians were female, and the male, was having enough problems, protecting those two, naturally, no one responded.

"Then, she will be mine." The Bolian noted.

"And if she doesn't want to be?" The Cardassian woman balked.

"Then she shall die." The Bolian said, after pretending to think it over.

Tramira looked to Daniels.

"What-" She asked.

Daniels shook his head. "Tramira would do many things now. So, would Samantha." Daniels added, addressing the Bolian child. "But neither of these things, matters, right now."

"Why is that, Chuk?" Tramira asked.

"Because, right now, it only matters, what Chuck Norris would do." Daniels said, shrugging. He raised his voice. "Where I come from, you don't treat women that way, Neral."

"Where you come from, little squishy-bag, they also take in rug-rats like your two feral little thieves. Don't make me kill one of them." Neral, the Bolian, noted.

"Are you threatening these children?" Daniels asked. "Innocent, and unable to defend themselves? And you have the audacity to insult me, while you are at it?"

"Look, squishy-bag, unless you want to become more squishy, you'll silence your fat trap, while I take this woman, for my own purposes." Neral said, turning to Daniels, expecting him to be 20 feet away.

Except that Daniels had closed that distance to two feet.

And was half-way through executing a round-house punch.

Neral staggered, at the impact.

Which wasn't surprising. Daniels had gotten a lot of practice with it, lately, and had discovered just the right angle, pitch, and speed, to give it appropriate wallop.

The Bolian growled. "They will rend you apart for this, little squishy-bag."

"Or, perhaps, they'll appreciate freedom from your tyranny. And quit calling my squishy-bag. It's better than looking like a dung beetle." Daniels said, as he move into a spot between Neral, and the Cardassian woman.

"What is a dung beetle?" Neral asked.

"A small, blueish beetle, which feeds on fecal matter." Daniels said. "Much like your mother."

"Why you little son of a-" Neral began to exclaim.

Except that, right then, Samantha head-butted him in the groin.

"That's not very honorable..." Tramira whispered.

"No, but it is effective." Samantha said, as she stomped on Neral's foot. "Meanie head!"

Neral was now fully enraged. He back-handed Samantha, hard, against a rock, and then, with one simple move, the Bolian child's neck broke.

And Daniels snapped inside.

So, apparently, did the Cardassian woman.

"You would kill a child, such as this, simply because you were too pig-headed to leave a 'poor defenceless woman' alone?" The Cardassian woman yelled. "I'll show you poor and defenceless."

She lunged at the Bolian, made one simple move, once they made contact, and the resounding SNAP silenced the crowd of on-lookers.

"What-" Daniels began to ask.

"A simple move. You lunge, throw your opponent off balance, and use their own weight to snap their neck, with a fraction of the force normally needed." The Cardassian woman said, scowling. "I am sorry, about your child."

"She smelled bad, anyways." Tramira muttered.

"Says the Klingon who smells like a Targ threw up, at it, threw up, urinated on it, and then rolled around in the resulting mess." The Cardassian woman countered. "What I would give, for some kind of bathing equipment."

Daniels chuckled. For the first time, in a while. "Too bad the Ritz was booked." He said, pondering the Bolian on-lookers. Thankfully, as per appropriate to this, specific community, they were dispersing. The show was over, and nobody really cared, win, lose, or draw.

"The Ritz?" The Cardassian woman asked.

"A classy hotel frequently made into saying, regarding classy hotels, in English." Daniels noted. "I really have to stop with the human colloquial sayings. Nobody gets them. Not movie references, either."

"I'm Jil Ala Ledrig." The Cardassian woman noted. "Which level of hell do you call this place?"

"I had originally thought it was the human version, however the little one noted that it was honorless, deceitful, full of treachery, and shame. Apparently that's everything one expects to find in Gre'thor." Daniels said. He nodded to the child. "That is Tramira, or at least, that's what I call her. I can't get the rolling 'R' right in her real name. For all intents, and purposes, I go by the name Chuck Norris."

The Cardassian woman giggled. "A famous warrior, from Earth's entertainment sections. I was rather fond of his works, whenever it became available on Deep Space Nine. Sadly, it was never in 3d, and that blasted Ferengi loved to overcharge Cardassians for Human artifacts."

"You-" Daniels stopped. "You got... a movie reference?"

"Who, though, is this Tramira, that you speak of?" The Cardassian woman asked. "I suspect the name is of importance to you. Your woman, perhaps."

The thought of Tramira Kyt being Daniels' woman made him snort. "Not mine, she was a good friends, though, if I deduced correctly. She was a great warrior, though few outside Starfleet recognize Starfleet Security as such."

"Starfleet Security is a force to be reckoned with. Especially if it's a Bajoran. And I know Bajorans. That name sounds Bajoran." The Cardassian said. "Slightly amusing, to give it to a Klingon Child, no?"

"Not if you knew her." Daniels said. "There'd be more than a few Klingons who'd pay vast fortunes for crushed, and dried bits of her. They'd probably use it for some kind aphrodisiac."

Tramira tugged on Daniels' torn pant-legs.

"What is it?" Daniels asked.

She pointed in the direction of the work zone. Several others on his rotation were headed that way.

"Quite right, young lady, quite right." Daniels said, nodding. "Coming, Jililah?"

"No, no, no. It's two names. Jil Ala." The Cardassian woman said, frowning.

"Jililah Ludwig." Daniels said, chuckling.

"Jil. Ala. Ledrig." The Cardassian woman enunciated.

"Ah." Daniels said. "I prefer Jililah. It sound more pretty, and less..."

"I could kill you in 3 seconds, you know." The Cardassian woman said, sharply.

"You'd only get two." Daniels said, with a shrug. "I know Cardassian physiology quite well."

How the two ended up kissing, Daniels wasn't sure.

He was absolutely certain, though, that he was getting really annoyed with Tramira tugging on his pant leg.

"Come on, Chuk. It's work time. Stop trying to eat Jililah's face." Tramira said, with all the impatience one expects out of a temperamental 7 year old.

"But..." Daniels said, as he was, more-or-less dragged along, "it's so much fun."

The Cardassian woman chuckled, as she followed the two in to the transferal area, and simply shook her head.

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Ensign Daniels, & Co.

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