Star Trek fiction: "Frisky"
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eliyesTitle: Frisky
series: Andorians
summary: When the cat's away the other cats get antsy.
"Hey," Sril said suddenly as she and Shallan did their after-workout stretches. "That guy over there is leering at me. Go kick his ass."
"Which guy?" Shallan asked in a grunt, bending backwards over Sril's extended leg, adding a breathy, "Not that I blame him."
"The one in the orange -- never mind, now he's ogling you." Sril straightened, tossed her ponytail over one shoulder, and stalked over to a knot of Human men who had been observing the two Andorians exercise with various levels of overt interest.
"You!" Sril exclaimed, pointing at one of the bigger ones. Her voice had gone waspish and harsh. "I don't like how you're eying my wife!"
Back on the mat, Shallan started laughing, consequently missing whatever was said next. By the time she started to amble over, most of the other guys who'd been standing with Sril's target had ghosted away, the cowards, to be replaced by a growing circle of interested onlookers.
"-- can't entirely blame you," Sril was saying as Shallan arrived at her side, reaching back with uncanny timing to splay a hand on Shallan's bare thigh, "I won't insist on a fight to the death."
"Well, I couldn't allow that anyway," said Lieutenant Commander Glenn Wong as he slipped free of the crowd and stepped between the potential combatants. He was a head shorter than either of them, lean and wiry, dressed in rumpled, sweaty clothes -- but he still assumed control of the situation pretty much instantly. Shallan predicted he'd be promoted to Commander in a year or less. Wong pinned Sril with a look that said, 'I know exactly what you're up to' -- then turned to the Human man.
"Chief Davido, right? Zha Sril here is a civilian, Chief. You can end this with honour now by apologizing to her and her spouse." Shallan noted he didn't mention her title or rank; interesting, that.
Davido shook his head slowly, eying Sril, and Wong sighed.
"Well, as dueling is explicitly prohibited by Starfleet rules -- and you, Sril, have chosen to live on a Starfleet ship, so you can just swallow that objection right now -- I see two choices here. I throw you both in the brig, or!" Wong pointed one finger, nearly jabbing Davido in the chin. "You can commute the challenge to an athletic contest."
"You're no fun," Sril muttered, crossing her arms.
"I am a tonne of fun in a half-tonne crate," Wong shot back calmly. "Sril, we're already in the gymnasium. Sports have established rules about conduct and determining a win. This is as close as I'll let you get on this ship."
"And," Shallan chimed in, "since you challenged a Human, my darling wife, you have to concede right of choice to him."
"What?! That is totally--"
"--how Humans handle duels. Or did when they had them."
Hissing profanities with displeasure, Sril hunched her shoulders and glared at Davido.
"Your choice of sport?"
He tipped his head to the side, then said, "Hoffmanite handball."
Shortly, Wong and Shallan were gazing down at the game from an observation window as a large ball was whacked aggressively at targets both stationary and mobile, including the players.
"I'm guessing he forgot Andorians are from a heavy-gravity world," Shallan commented.
"Mm. And he doesn't seem to have quite grasped Starfleet's policy of avoiding needless violence."
"Well," Shallan said judiciously, with a humourous tilt of her antennae, "I have some trouble with that one myself."
"I know."
They shared a quick smile, but on Shallan it soon faded.
"...I wish Jhæss would come home, already."
"Me too," Wong replied lightly. "I'd forgotten that it was a group effort to keep her contained." He waved down at where Sril was doing a little victory dance for getting Davido right in the face, even though it cost her points. "Also, as soon as he left I started craving his kono cobbler."
Shallan mimed smacking him. "Stop that, or you'll get me craving it, and then I'll try to cook it!"
"Can you?" he asked, interested.
"In theory. Mine always comes out too sticky, and I can never get the amount of salissha right."
"Best not, then." He sighed and patted her arm. "He'll be back soon. It's not a dangerous mission."
Shallan leaned against the window and hoped her friend was right.
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series: Andorians
summary: When the cat's away the other cats get antsy.
"Hey," Sril said suddenly as she and Shallan did their after-workout stretches. "That guy over there is leering at me. Go kick his ass."
"Which guy?" Shallan asked in a grunt, bending backwards over Sril's extended leg, adding a breathy, "Not that I blame him."
"The one in the orange -- never mind, now he's ogling you." Sril straightened, tossed her ponytail over one shoulder, and stalked over to a knot of Human men who had been observing the two Andorians exercise with various levels of overt interest.
"You!" Sril exclaimed, pointing at one of the bigger ones. Her voice had gone waspish and harsh. "I don't like how you're eying my wife!"
Back on the mat, Shallan started laughing, consequently missing whatever was said next. By the time she started to amble over, most of the other guys who'd been standing with Sril's target had ghosted away, the cowards, to be replaced by a growing circle of interested onlookers.
"-- can't entirely blame you," Sril was saying as Shallan arrived at her side, reaching back with uncanny timing to splay a hand on Shallan's bare thigh, "I won't insist on a fight to the death."
"Well, I couldn't allow that anyway," said Lieutenant Commander Glenn Wong as he slipped free of the crowd and stepped between the potential combatants. He was a head shorter than either of them, lean and wiry, dressed in rumpled, sweaty clothes -- but he still assumed control of the situation pretty much instantly. Shallan predicted he'd be promoted to Commander in a year or less. Wong pinned Sril with a look that said, 'I know exactly what you're up to' -- then turned to the Human man.
"Chief Davido, right? Zha Sril here is a civilian, Chief. You can end this with honour now by apologizing to her and her spouse." Shallan noted he didn't mention her title or rank; interesting, that.
Davido shook his head slowly, eying Sril, and Wong sighed.
"Well, as dueling is explicitly prohibited by Starfleet rules -- and you, Sril, have chosen to live on a Starfleet ship, so you can just swallow that objection right now -- I see two choices here. I throw you both in the brig, or!" Wong pointed one finger, nearly jabbing Davido in the chin. "You can commute the challenge to an athletic contest."
"You're no fun," Sril muttered, crossing her arms.
"I am a tonne of fun in a half-tonne crate," Wong shot back calmly. "Sril, we're already in the gymnasium. Sports have established rules about conduct and determining a win. This is as close as I'll let you get on this ship."
"And," Shallan chimed in, "since you challenged a Human, my darling wife, you have to concede right of choice to him."
"What?! That is totally--"
"--how Humans handle duels. Or did when they had them."
Hissing profanities with displeasure, Sril hunched her shoulders and glared at Davido.
"Your choice of sport?"
He tipped his head to the side, then said, "Hoffmanite handball."
Shortly, Wong and Shallan were gazing down at the game from an observation window as a large ball was whacked aggressively at targets both stationary and mobile, including the players.
"I'm guessing he forgot Andorians are from a heavy-gravity world," Shallan commented.
"Mm. And he doesn't seem to have quite grasped Starfleet's policy of avoiding needless violence."
"Well," Shallan said judiciously, with a humourous tilt of her antennae, "I have some trouble with that one myself."
"I know."
They shared a quick smile, but on Shallan it soon faded.
"...I wish Jhæss would come home, already."
"Me too," Wong replied lightly. "I'd forgotten that it was a group effort to keep her contained." He waved down at where Sril was doing a little victory dance for getting Davido right in the face, even though it cost her points. "Also, as soon as he left I started craving his kono cobbler."
Shallan mimed smacking him. "Stop that, or you'll get me craving it, and then I'll try to cook it!"
"Can you?" he asked, interested.
"In theory. Mine always comes out too sticky, and I can never get the amount of salissha right."
"Best not, then." He sighed and patted her arm. "He'll be back soon. It's not a dangerous mission."
Shallan leaned against the window and hoped her friend was right.
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Date: 2009-10-02 08:27 am (UTC)Hell, I say CHARGE ONWARD WITH THESE FOLKS. I would not object to a full-on episode-length fic. :D
Also: He waved down at where Sril was doing a little victory dance for getting Davido right in the face, even though it cost her points. --LOLOLOL.
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Date: 2009-10-02 04:13 pm (UTC)I don't know if I can manage an episode-length fic at the moment -- especially as I am working on an episode-length fic elsewhere in the Trek multiverse -- but I have, as I said, a number of shorts planned. I keep getting more ideas... ^^;;
Hee! Wong never stipulated not to shed blood~