Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 21:07:49 GMT -8
"That'll work," Liz said.
B'ranon couldn't help but note the nonchalant attitude that the Chief of Operations had seemed to adopt. He had to admit, he was impressed. Klingons were generally more assertive. Of course, to Liz's credit, she was likely tempering her desired responses. Something that likely came from a great deal of practice while in her uniform.
"She'd likely be a better opponent, then." The half-Klingon seemed to smile slightly as she said that. The mere sight of it seemed to bring a look of amusement to B'ranon's face as well.
"Well, if I didn't know better," he began, "I'd think you had me pegged as an easy mark, Elizabeth." His spoon scooped another bit of his gelatin which had lightened a bit. He even noticed that her dessert had shed a shade or two as well. After swallowing he continued to look at the woman. "I'll consider that a healthy dose of confident in your own abilities, and not an underestimation of my own." He left the witty, wordy challenge lie between them as she commented on Lieutenant Star.
"He is an honorable fighter. But he's supposed to stay away from life threatening activities, and since I can take him with my right arm tied behind my back, we wouldn't want to put him in undue danger," she said seriously. "Let me know when you're heading down, I'll see what I can do," she said.
B'ranon nodded. He couldn't help but admire the woman's loyalty to her friend, looking out for him where he wouldn't. While Mr. Star had a reputation as a combatant, he also had a reputation as a pilot. Perhaps it wasn't fair to cling to the stereotype, but it wouldn't surprise him of Star pushed his luck from time to time. "Noted," B'ranon said simply. He then shrugged as he casually made the only logical deduction. "Well, with that begin the case, I suppose that does leave only you."
"Do you prefer blades or hand-to-hand?"
B'ranon seemed to pause to consider it. "Would it bother you if we started with hand-to-hand?" he asked. "After all, I may have a little ring-rust on me." B'ranon chuckled slightly. It was such a peculiar human expression. "Besides, the last time I attempted to spar with a mek'leth... well, let's just say I didn't need to see the barber that weekend." B'ranon continued to watch the Operations officer. "Besides... if you're as good as I believe, I may need to play to strengths. I don't know if you're familiar with Antosian grappling, but I was decent in my adolescent days." His tone carried a reminiscing tone as he allowed his mind to recall the distant memory. In so many ways, that was a lifetime ago, and he had changed a great deal since that time... mentally and physically.
TAG: Liz, Any
B'ranon couldn't help but note the nonchalant attitude that the Chief of Operations had seemed to adopt. He had to admit, he was impressed. Klingons were generally more assertive. Of course, to Liz's credit, she was likely tempering her desired responses. Something that likely came from a great deal of practice while in her uniform.
"She'd likely be a better opponent, then." The half-Klingon seemed to smile slightly as she said that. The mere sight of it seemed to bring a look of amusement to B'ranon's face as well.
"Well, if I didn't know better," he began, "I'd think you had me pegged as an easy mark, Elizabeth." His spoon scooped another bit of his gelatin which had lightened a bit. He even noticed that her dessert had shed a shade or two as well. After swallowing he continued to look at the woman. "I'll consider that a healthy dose of confident in your own abilities, and not an underestimation of my own." He left the witty, wordy challenge lie between them as she commented on Lieutenant Star.
"He is an honorable fighter. But he's supposed to stay away from life threatening activities, and since I can take him with my right arm tied behind my back, we wouldn't want to put him in undue danger," she said seriously. "Let me know when you're heading down, I'll see what I can do," she said.
B'ranon nodded. He couldn't help but admire the woman's loyalty to her friend, looking out for him where he wouldn't. While Mr. Star had a reputation as a combatant, he also had a reputation as a pilot. Perhaps it wasn't fair to cling to the stereotype, but it wouldn't surprise him of Star pushed his luck from time to time. "Noted," B'ranon said simply. He then shrugged as he casually made the only logical deduction. "Well, with that begin the case, I suppose that does leave only you."
"Do you prefer blades or hand-to-hand?"
B'ranon seemed to pause to consider it. "Would it bother you if we started with hand-to-hand?" he asked. "After all, I may have a little ring-rust on me." B'ranon chuckled slightly. It was such a peculiar human expression. "Besides, the last time I attempted to spar with a mek'leth... well, let's just say I didn't need to see the barber that weekend." B'ranon continued to watch the Operations officer. "Besides... if you're as good as I believe, I may need to play to strengths. I don't know if you're familiar with Antosian grappling, but I was decent in my adolescent days." His tone carried a reminiscing tone as he allowed his mind to recall the distant memory. In so many ways, that was a lifetime ago, and he had changed a great deal since that time... mentally and physically.
TAG: Liz, Any