Teaching A Lesson

Posted on Thu Mar 21st, 2019 @ 1:21pm by Staff Sergeant Andromeda Dreik & Lieutenant JG Eric Rensgaald & Staff Sergeant Nyx'e'Trixe Valentine

Mission: Shore Leave

Eric looked up at the Marine from flat on his back. Again. When he'd first come into the Marine area that time long ago (it was about an hour before), he'd noticed that there weren't many of them for the size of the area. In fact, aside from the officer he'd seen, a Major if he'd read her insignia right, in those few seconds where she'd leaned over and whispered something to the woman with spots before getting a laugh and walking off, he had seen four others. All women. All remarkably good looking women. He briefly considered trying to get a transfer to the Marines before shaking his head slightly in semi-resignation.

Then he'd had one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen come up to him and without even so much as a smile look him over and give yet ANOTHER of the women a look of disappointment before looking back at him. The markings on her cheeks, three chevrons bisected by a line, were exotic looking and the makeup around her eyes was counterpoint to the rest of her. She wasn't in a uniform, but a loose workout outfit and she finally flashed the very briefest smile to him before introducing herself as Nyx and telling him she was going to see what he could do. And the last hour had turned into a demonstration of just how pathetic he really was.

Unlike what his father had desired, he wasn't the epitome of a Renetian warrior, like Bjorn or his own sister Iona, but no heir to the throne could NOT be warrior-trained, it just wasn't going to happen. He just simply couldn't seem to land a hit on her. Oh, he tried, after that first throw she'd made on him, he'd tried HARD to do it, but she blocked, dodged and countered. He could already feel the bruise on his cheek and knew that he would need a date with a dermal regenerator to try to keep from feeling like a piece of battered meat, which he knew he was looking like. But it seemed that when he fought back, really fought to the best he could, that he got the best response from the woman, "My sister would love you." He got out this time, his face going red.

"My Lord?" Nyx responded, "Sorry, My Lord, but I'm not sure how romance would help?"

Eric laughed and placed the back of his head to the mat, "Not that. She's a natural fighter, but you might put her in her place where I couldn't." He grimaced, "Ow."

Nyx shook her head and for the first time, reached down with a hand, "Come on, My Lord, we're almost done. Only a couple more minutes before your time is up."

"Ugh." Eric agreed, reaching up and letting himself get hauled up, then turned that momentum into an attempted arm grab before setting himself to throw her over his leg backwards in a tripping move. He got the grip, he got his leg behind hers, then got that leg taken out from underneath before being spun head over heels with an economical move that ended him back onto his back, breath driven out of him again. And the hand reached out once more. He shook his head in negation, tapping the mat in defeat.

Nyx looked over towards the other Marine present, "Andi, are he and I done here?" She asked, "Yours is coming in soon I think."

Andi cast a glance at Nyx and nodded slightly, a small smile dancing on her lips as she continued stretching. Finally, climbing gracefully to her feet she stretched her arms behind her back. There was nothing about her that looked like a marine. Her fatigues had been replaced with second skin tight black leggings that clung to her alarmingly, a tight fitting black sports bra and a long black racer back top. Her dark hair, usually cascading well past her shoulders was held back in tight braids, pinned back neatly.

"Well, lets hope he hurries up," she said with a smile at Nyx. "I have things I need to do today."

Eric groaned again and began to lever himself to his feet before Nyx grabbed him again by the arm and hauled him up, then released him and sauntered the way Andi had taught her over to where her blades were by the mat and picked them up, "We're going to have to try that again, My Lord. Get some rest."

The Lieutenant nodded and slumped off of the mat just as the door to the area hissed open and a larger blonde man came walking in confident as can be and looked around. Bjorn looked around at the nearly deserted area and saw his Prince near a pair of women, both of whom were far better looking than they had any right to be as Marines, but they were only Marines. He made his way over, "Your Highness, are you all right?"

Eric nodded, "Watch that one." He gestured to Nyx, "She's pretty good." He got a smirk from the one in question.

Nyx turned away from the pair of men and whispered over to Andi, "He's a big one, I'd say toy with him." She glanced back again and laughed.

Bjorn for his part was disappointed. Yup, women Marines. And he was really hoping for a challenge and he missed the look Eric gave him as his Prince recognized the new set on his face, "All right, I'm here looking for a Sergeant Dreik?" He asked, actually hoping that this sergeant wasn't the one he thought it was.

Andi stepped forward, flicking one of her braids back over her shoulder. "I'm Andi Dreik. I'm assuming you're Bjorn?" she asked, almost quizzically as she cast a discerning gaze over his form.

Sure, he was big... but as the expression went, the bigger they were, the harder they fell.

"I'm going to assume you're my new trainee?" the petite dark haired woman asked with a smile.

"Bjorn Klentjin, yes." Bjorn confirmed, "Renetian Royal Guard. I'm not a trainee, I was ordered here by Lieutenant Levine and so here I am." His tone of voice conveyed the shrug he didn't give. He really hadn't been impressed with the Marines at the Academy, why would here be any different?

Almost before he could blink, Andi had closed in, a flurry of both hands and feet moving. two, three, four strikes, one swift sweep and before he could react he was on the training mats, a low level marine standard heeled boot at his throat, as Andi stood, her hands pulled up in front of her as she remained semi defensive.

"Don't underestimate me Mr Klentjin," she said, her voice carrying a warning tone. "I assure you, it will be the last mistake you ever make."

Eric grimaced and began to open his mouth but stopped at the firm hand on his shoulder and he looked over to Nyx shaking her head, "Go rest." She said in that command voice, but that was at odds with her rank... He nodded and made his way to the door.

Bjorn spent perhaps three seconds on the ground before rolling up to a knee warily and keeping his orientation towards her. He towered over his Prince, and at 6'4" was still significantly taller than his opponent now. He finally got to his feet and settled his own self into an unarmed combat stance, more aware of Andi now, before warily beginning to move in on an attack.

The smile that played on Andi's lips was two thirds predatory and one third fun as she countered his movements, her hands pulled up defensively. "C'mon Mr Klentjin, show me what you're made of," she said with a vague smile.

As a member of the Royal Guard, Bjorn was an expert in combat arts. Mostly it involved shooting, but then there was also the 'traditional' arts of axe and shield. Renetia was 'colonized' by a Viking tribe and some others and they kept to many of their traditions even through the many many centuries after their 'abduction', but hand to hand wasn't really promoted as much. Still, being one of the Guard made you really good at even that. He struck like a snake, feinting a strike to the right to get her to move that side back, then swinging a left foot out and catching her own right above the ankle and pulled it forward, snagging it with a hand and pulling up and turning her to get her off balance.

As he hooked behind her ankles, Andi had already determined that the best course of action was to go with the movement, but the force of his hand around her ankle was a factor she hadn't counted on. She had half a heartbeat to decide on a new course of action, while midair, and trying not to do serious damage to either of them. She drew up her knees ever so slightly then kicked out, his hand releasing her ankle, both boots colliding squarely in the center of his chest.

Hitting the deck with a dull thud, the rush of pain gave her a surge of adrenalin and she shook her head quickly as she jumped to her feet. Almost instantly she launched into an intense volley of kicks to his left side, using them as distraction before spinning the opposite way, delivering a stinging round house kick to the right side of his head, though right before impact she pulled away a little, not wanting to injure him physically too badly.

As soon as the kick connected with his head, she dropped back, her hands pulled up in front of her, as she watched him, raising one eyebrow almost as if she were goading him on again.

The double shot of feet to his chest knocked most of the breath out of Bjorn and shunted him back with enough force that he went to a knee and before he could do more than gasp much more than a breath into his body she was on him again, battering him in the side even as he tried to protect it while getting to his feet, then his head rang and he saw stars as the foot his his temple. This marine definitely wasn’t run-of-the-mill. And fast. But he had his hands back in a defensive posture even while he shook his head to clear it, his bulk giving him the advantage of being able to take more punishment and he recognized that she hadn’t come at him full force.He glanced over at the spectators before his mouth worked once and set.

Then he was in motion again, jabbing with a left as an obvious front, before then committing to another left jab, bringing right leg up to spoil the expected counterattack to his exposed right side and let loose with a devastating fist towards her chest, belatedly putting less than his full force into the strike.

By the time she realised his intent, Andi knew there was no way she could avoid the hit, so instead she moved slightly, taking the hit in her shoulder, wincing at the crunching sound her shoulder made, her hands both wrapping firmly around his wrist at the moment of contact. Her movements were deft, twisting his arm awkwardly, a heel strike to the back of the knee, propelling him forward, knowing he had no choice but to move or she would inevitably break his arm.

"Are you done, or shall we keep playing?" Andi asked quietly. There was no threat or menace in her voice, it was simply a question. She wasn't breathing heavily, she wasn't outwardly showing any sign of anything other than her cool, calm demeanor. "Because, you know, I'm happy either way," she finished, pushing his hand up awkwardly, her thumb digging painfully into the soft flesh above his thumb to stop him from clenching his fist.

Bjorn twitched his hand slightly, taking a few seconds before shaking his head and patting his leg with his free hand, "Give." He bit out, not wanting to, but it wasn't out of shame of being beaten by a woman, but by a Marine after he'd been beating on them at the Academy. He relaxed as she released him, bringing his arm around and rolling the shoulder to loosen it before getting back to his feet, "You're good for a Marine."

Andi fell silent, dropping to the deck, one leg stretched out in front of her, her hand pressing firmly into the shoulder he had slammed as she moved her shoulder slowly, wincing as she worked the shoulder joint. "You'd have been better off saying I was good for a girl," she cautioned softly. "Word to the wise, don't dis the Marines around here. We have some of the most elite Raiders in the galaxy on this ship and we're fiercely protective of our own."

She drew in a deep breath as her shoulder crunched, then she smiled easily, climbing to her feet. "You've got some moves, not too shabby, and you're surprisingly quick given your size. How long has Security sent you down here for?"

"The Lieutenant didn't tell me for how long." Bjorn shrugged briefly, "But I assume she wants me down here for a couple hours or so. But I'll definitely keep in mind about talking about marines, I've not had any interactions with elite Federation soldiers until now. I'm of the Renetian Royal Guard and His Highness's personal guard." He gestured to where Eric had left the area, "At least when Lieutenant Levine gives me the opportunity to do that job."

Andi nodded ever so slightly. "Darlin, you could be the governor general of the entire Quadrant and she still wouldn't let you do what you want. End of the day, she's responsible for security for everyone. You're a newcomer, she needs to know you're not gonna be under her feet or in her way. Let her be, prove your mettle and she'll come round. In the interim, your 'friend' is safe. This crew looks after their own, all of them."

She paused, dropping back to the floor again. "Look, I'm not gonna bust your balls, so why don't we come to some kind of agreement? I think you're gonna be down here for more than a few hours. What do you want to get out of it?"

Again, Bjorn shrugged non-committedly, "I'm here because Lieutenant Levine ordered me here. I don't know why she did that, except that she doesn't like my dedication to protecting His Highness. His Majesty commanded me to join His Highness in his service to the Federation, since Renetia is joining it, but my orders there also dictate to me that should it become necessary, I am to resign my Starfleet position and to invoke the diplomatic protocols that afford His Highness my presence at all times because of his unique status as the Heir to the throne of Renetia. His Highness doesn't want me to do that, however, and I'll respect that as far as I can."

Andi laughed softly. "You don't really get how the inner machinations of a ship like this work, do you?" she said lightly, patting the floor next to her. "Do you really think your resigning your Starfleet position will make a like of difference?"

Bjorn gave a rumble of laughter, "Oh, it would. Maybe not right away, but when the diplomatic stink reaches the nose of the Captain or Admirals or God Forbid the actual bureaucrats?" He shook his head, "Then it would. Of course, His Highness doesn't want that. He wants to spend his term of service as 'one of the guys' before he has to return to Renetia and settle down in his real job of getting ready to rule the world."

Andi laughed, patting the mat beside her. "Do something for me? Put your hands on either side of my shoulder and just hold tight?" She caught the fleeting look of uncertainty in his expression. "I think you dislocated my shoulder. Just put your hands either side of my shoulder, here and here" she said motioning with her free hand, "and we'll be fine."

When he didn't sit down straight away, she sighed and shook her head. "Just sit down you big baby and help me! Or do I need to give you a lecture on how you shouldn't hit girls?" she said with an easy grin.

"Ha!" Bjorn laughed as he carefully sat down and held her shoulder just as she'd requested, "Why not hit girls? They hit back just fine! Some of our best fighters on Renetia are girls anyways, they don't go easy on me, I don't go easy on them."

As he held her shoulder firmly, Andi drew three slow deep breaths before moving suddenly, her shoulder making a dull popping sound before she let out a sigh between gritted teeth. "Thanks," she said, her voice a little tenser than she had planned.

"You want to get in good with the security chief? Do your job." Andi said simply. "This crew has been through a lot, they've lost a lot of good people so she has a lot on her shoulders. She can be an absolute bitch, absolutely, but there isn't a single other person on this ship that would want to step into her shoes." She paused for a few moments. "Just, let her do her job and she'll never really stop you doing yours." She smiled and leaned across, patting his knee. "You can thank me later," she said with an easy smile.

It was another laugh from the Norseman, "I always do my job. I wouldn't be here if I didn't!" He easily got to his feet and reached down towards her, hand outstretched to her uninjured side to help her up, but in a comradely fashion, "Are you good to go again?" He asked as if she were just another of his own people, not someone to be protected.

Taking his hand and pulling herself to her feet, Andi grinned easily, automatically pulling her hands up into a defensive position. Feinting with a half hearted left jab, as he moved she swung with her right catching him just under the ribs, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to truly hurt. "Tag, you're it."

Bjorn grinned at that, the fact that this was a Marine was no longer a factor in his opinion of this woman, now that she'd shown expertise, then swung wide with his 'strong' right hand, while setting her up for the smack to her uninjured shoulder, following up with a leg strike that he expected to be blocked. "Tag."


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Lieutenant JG Eric Rensgaald
Security Officer
USS Wellington

Staff Sergeant Nyx'e'Trixe Valentine
Marine
USS Wellington

Staff Sergeant Andromeda Dreik
Marine
USS Wellington

Petty Officer 3rd Class Bjorn Klentjin
Security Officer/Bodyguard
USS Wellington