Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Jul 20, 2014 12:56:12 GMT -8
Robin knew of the joke that had been made that whenever you saw him enter a holodeck, you can expect him to come out bloodied and on his way to sickbay. It was an incredibly exaggerated joke and at this point, it was frustrating to think about. If this really were the case he would have been kicked off the ship a long time ago. Maybe.
Besides, it wasn’t his fault that holodecks had a tendency to malfunction with him inside, where the safety protocols would sporadically turn themselves off. There was a time when he would often turn them off for that extra thrill but these days, he generally played it safe, keeping them online and to keep Sig’s angry wrath away from him. That guy had enough things to be worried about as it was.
Approaching the holodeck he was surprised to see that it was in use, which reminded him of another constant tradition. People always left the holodeck open for random people to come in. But then, Robin never had an issue with that but he was sure there were some people on board that would value a simulation without interruption.
It was kind of funny actually, some people found peace and fun inside the holodeck as a form of escapism and yet it seemed they also craved actual unconscious human interaction by leaving the doors unlocked. Or something. He wasn’t a counselor or some philosopher after all.
Today Robin was looking for something light to do, nothing extreme, especially after the events of today. Not to mention the fact that they had lost their Captain. He would try not to dwell on it if he could. He needed something fun but relaxing and if someone were to interrupt, who was he to kick them out? Unless he programmed a big fake foot to swing from the ceiling and physically kick them out. He smiled to himself, that would probably be quite funny, as long as the kick was all plushy. Although, a lot of people probably wouldn’t appreciate that kind of welcoming.
Robin pressed a button on the holodeck’s panel and frowned at what he saw, even though the holodeck was active, there was no one inside. That’s odd, he thought to himself as he pushed another button to see whose program was currently running. It belonged to Kinin. Had she just left? Maybe she was planning on returning or had she simply forgot to turn it off? He had to admit, he hadn’t heard that one before and it just seemed especially unlikely for Kinin of all people to be the one to forget.
The name of the program didn’t really help much in the way of deducing what was inside, it was actually a Klingon word that was best translated as ‘heat’. Robin smiled to himself as he imagined Kinin fighting amongst some volcano or something. Yup, he could definitely picture that. Now he was even more curious, it wouldn’t be so bad to look inside would it? Just a quick peek to see what he might assume to be a hundred of dead bodies that had fallen to Kinin’s blade, or knuckles, or even her striking emerald eyes.
Robin entered the holodeck and was met with a sight that he did not expect. He was in what looked to be quarters, half designed as Starfleet and half designed as Klingon. It was an interesting mix. Paintings, blades and other weapons adorned the walls, there were some main ceiling lights that either shined white or red but all of them were very dim. However, the room was still quite well lit thanks to the flickering candles stationed around the room. He also noticed the distinct smell that he was rather familiar with, blood and sweat.
Suddenly, Robin was worried. A corpse wouldn’t show up as a user, right? But then, what would be in here that could cause Kinin harm? There was also the safeties but then, Kinin was also one that on a few occasions ay lower them for whatever reason.
“Computer, location of Lieutenant Kinin.”
The computer beeped, followed by a response. “Lieutenant Kinin is on Deck [whatever].”
Robin let out a sigh of relief, she was fine, just somewhere else which begged the question of why this program was running. But then, he heard a gruff noise coming from the bedroom.
“Ah, Kinin, you have returned.” Said a deep voice.
A bewildered look appeared on Robin’s face as he looked towards the doorway leading to the bedroom. Sounds of heavy footsteps assaulted the eerie atmosphere and Robin found himself looking at a large man, a Klingon man. And save for his private area, the man was completely naked.
“Um,” Robin was at a loss of words. Not to mention embarrassed as he slowly realised what he must have just walked into. Unless of course, Kinin had just been ‘wrestling’ but the marks on the Klingon’s chest might have suggested otherwise.
“You are not Kinin.” Said the Klingon, his fierce eyes narrowing at the pilot.
“No, I’m not.” Robin decided to say, forcing his calm.
Then slowly, the Klingon’s lips curled into a smirk.
“Why are you here? Surely you have not come here to mate with her, she would not have a puny human like yourself.”
Puny? Robin repeated in his head, his own eyes narrowing back at the large Klingon. He had half a mind to challenge this Klingon, unlike others Robin had no fear of fighting a Klingon. He had experience fighting against those that were stronger and brawn was not always something that won the fight.
If anything, Robin feared an opponent that had zero combat ability because you had no idea what they would do, they were a loose cannon, they may just spit on your ear and how distracting would that be? Of course, Robin used similar tactics, to him, anything and everything was a weapon, a blow on the skin, a prod in the throat or even a slap with a good old spoon could do wonders.
Robin took in a deep breath, “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding so I think I’ll turn you off an-”
The Klingon stepped forward, a rage reflecting upon his aggressive features. “Turn me off? You dare insult me ghaw’? I am not some fake illusion! And I shall prove it!” He roared and with a speed that surprised even Robin, he lunged forward and punched the pilot in the face and making him stumble backwards before falling over a steel chair.
“Argh!” Robin grunted as he rolled over onto his back, his hand finding his nose to find that it was bleeding. His eyes widened in surprise. Were the safeties off? Robin’s entire body flushed with adrenaline, excitement even, but that didn’t allow him to stop the Klingon rushing over and picking him up by the scruff of his neck and effectively tossing him into a wall. Robin fell crashing to the ground alongside a painting or two.
Robin shook his head, glaring up at the approaching opponent. He so wanted to fight, to turn that smirk upside down and show him how a true warrior fought but he knew that this needed to end now. He stood to his feet and crossed his arms and was about to end it when something stopped him. He could still have a bit of fun. He smiled at the Klingon.
“What are you smiling at human?” Growled the Klingon as he moved with his heavy feet.
“Just thinking about how you would be cowering in the corner if I was a tribble.” Robin teased as the bleeding from his nose found the edge of his lips. The eyes from the Klingon almost bulged out of their sockets in anger before letting out a mighty roar before stampeding towards the cocky pilot.
“Computer, end program.” Robin ordered confidently.
“Unable to comply. You do not have necessary authorisation.” Beeped the computer.
Robin’s entire being slowed as those words took some time to sink in, his skin paled despite the blood rushing throughout his body. Why didn’t he have authorisation?! But he didn’t have enough time for another thought as the Klingon was bearing right for him, Robin tried to move but it was too late as he felt an almighty pain in his gut and then the side of his face before being pushed roughly aside.
The pilot wobbled on the spot, dazed, confused and in pain. He was in complete disbelief despite knowing that now, now he had to fight… he glanced to the door. Or to run. But no, he couldn’t run from a stupid holodeck program. Robin cleared his throat, swallowing his pride and knowing that the situation he was in was incredibly dangerous. With a groan of effort, Robin made a jump over the couch but he was stopped by an impressively speedy and powerful tackle. He crashed into the ground once more, the Klingon’s heavy form on top of him and keeping him there.
Robin was very much aware of the strength of Klingons but this one seemed way too fast and strong. The pilot tried to wrestle free from the Klingon’s grip but failed. The Klingon bellowed a deep laugh. “Puny human!” And with that, the man crashed his ridged forehead against Robin’s head and everything turned to black.
With a soft groan, Robin stirred and opened his eyes to see the ceiling shining with a dim red light. What happened? This wasn’t his room. As the air breezed through the room he was suddenly aware that he was shirtless. He looked down and realised he was laying on the bed and he saw that his chest wasn’t the only thing feeling the cold chill. A clang of metal alerted Robin to his wrists, chained up and connected to the bed. With a wiggle of his body he knew that his bare ankles were also chained down. His heartbeat raced faster as he remembered exactly what had happened.
“You’re awake,” Sneered the Klingon from the dark shadowed corner.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun, now let… me… go!” Robin demanded, glad that his voice was still as strong as ever despite how suddenly vulnerable he felt. The Klingon laughed as he appeared from the dark, rolling a knife between his fingers. “I have not had my fun yet.” He said.
Robin felt himself tense and because of those words, a new very scary idea entered his brain. He sincerely hoped that this Klingon wasn’t gay… was that even a thing? He cringed at the thought. He had never heard of a gay Klingon and he had no intention of seeing anything of the sort. On the bright side, at least his pants were still on.
“When Kinin returns we will both take delight in cutting a puny thing such as you.” Said the Klingon. In a weird way, Robin was relieved to hear that. The Klingon approached the bed and lightly grazed the tip of the knife sideways across Robin’s chest which instinctively contracted from the cold hard steel.
“But I do not know where she is or when she will be back so for now, your fate is in my hands.” The Klingon twisted his wrist and the blade turned so that the sharp edge connected and pierced lightly through Robin’s flesh.
Aaargh! Robin mentally screamed as he pressed his lips together, knuckles burning white. He would not give the satisfaction to this petaQ! The Klingon lifted the knife and grinned at the small line of scarlet across Robin’s chest. “Impressive... but soon you will be screaming for mercy.”
“Computer, end this program right now!” Robin demanded. The computer beeped, repeating the emotionless message from before. “Unable to comply. Insufficient authorisation.” The Klingon laughed once more.
“This is not a simulation,” The Klingon said.
The hell it is! Robin thought, he knew this was a program and he knew that this Klingon was not real but why couldn’t he end the damn program?! He breathed, closing his eyes. He needed to relax, calm himself and figure out a solution.
“Give me my commbadge, I can call Kinin, I can get her here.” Robin said, hoping the Klingon would comply but doubted it. Instead, the Klingon looked rather gleeful.
“So quick to end your misery? Ha! You have no resilience. Humans are so weak minded.” He said before turning away to retrieve Robin’s commbadge whilst the pilot silently seethed in rage. Once he was out of this, he was going to make this Klingon pay. His captor returned to his side and held out the commbadge to Robin’s face who looked less than impressed, what was he supposed to do, bob it with his nose? Well, that wasn’t a bad way to do it, though it might hurt.
Robin leaned forward and pressed his bloody nose against the badge and winced in pain but was at least happy to hear the familiar chirp from the badge. “Uh, Kinin… this is Robin. I need your help. I’m stuck in the holodeck on Deck 8 and uh, apparently you were last in here and you uh, left the program running.” He cleared his throat, he could just imagine Kinin’s look right now, it would probably kill him by either the intensity or by laughing so hard. Scratch that, she would be killing durasteel with her gaze right now.
“I can’t end the program.” Robin added and hopefully that would get Kinin running to save him. He had to admit, this was simply not something he had ever envisioned where he would need saving, or anyone for that matter. “Star out.” He bobbed the badge again, wincing once more before hearing another laugh.
“Your insistence on this being a simulation is pitiful, but amusing.”
Robin glared at the Klingon, “We’ll see.”
As Robin waited, he really had to wonder, why the hell was this program left running? Had Kinin left for a security emergency or… he really had no idea. He also had to consider that if she had still been here, would the holodeck doors been locked? He wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, this or walking in on her…
Tag: an angry Kinin
ooc: ghaw’ = Best translated as either an insult or challenging someone.
Besides, it wasn’t his fault that holodecks had a tendency to malfunction with him inside, where the safety protocols would sporadically turn themselves off. There was a time when he would often turn them off for that extra thrill but these days, he generally played it safe, keeping them online and to keep Sig’s angry wrath away from him. That guy had enough things to be worried about as it was.
Approaching the holodeck he was surprised to see that it was in use, which reminded him of another constant tradition. People always left the holodeck open for random people to come in. But then, Robin never had an issue with that but he was sure there were some people on board that would value a simulation without interruption.
It was kind of funny actually, some people found peace and fun inside the holodeck as a form of escapism and yet it seemed they also craved actual unconscious human interaction by leaving the doors unlocked. Or something. He wasn’t a counselor or some philosopher after all.
Today Robin was looking for something light to do, nothing extreme, especially after the events of today. Not to mention the fact that they had lost their Captain. He would try not to dwell on it if he could. He needed something fun but relaxing and if someone were to interrupt, who was he to kick them out? Unless he programmed a big fake foot to swing from the ceiling and physically kick them out. He smiled to himself, that would probably be quite funny, as long as the kick was all plushy. Although, a lot of people probably wouldn’t appreciate that kind of welcoming.
Robin pressed a button on the holodeck’s panel and frowned at what he saw, even though the holodeck was active, there was no one inside. That’s odd, he thought to himself as he pushed another button to see whose program was currently running. It belonged to Kinin. Had she just left? Maybe she was planning on returning or had she simply forgot to turn it off? He had to admit, he hadn’t heard that one before and it just seemed especially unlikely for Kinin of all people to be the one to forget.
The name of the program didn’t really help much in the way of deducing what was inside, it was actually a Klingon word that was best translated as ‘heat’. Robin smiled to himself as he imagined Kinin fighting amongst some volcano or something. Yup, he could definitely picture that. Now he was even more curious, it wouldn’t be so bad to look inside would it? Just a quick peek to see what he might assume to be a hundred of dead bodies that had fallen to Kinin’s blade, or knuckles, or even her striking emerald eyes.
Robin entered the holodeck and was met with a sight that he did not expect. He was in what looked to be quarters, half designed as Starfleet and half designed as Klingon. It was an interesting mix. Paintings, blades and other weapons adorned the walls, there were some main ceiling lights that either shined white or red but all of them were very dim. However, the room was still quite well lit thanks to the flickering candles stationed around the room. He also noticed the distinct smell that he was rather familiar with, blood and sweat.
Suddenly, Robin was worried. A corpse wouldn’t show up as a user, right? But then, what would be in here that could cause Kinin harm? There was also the safeties but then, Kinin was also one that on a few occasions ay lower them for whatever reason.
“Computer, location of Lieutenant Kinin.”
The computer beeped, followed by a response. “Lieutenant Kinin is on Deck [whatever].”
Robin let out a sigh of relief, she was fine, just somewhere else which begged the question of why this program was running. But then, he heard a gruff noise coming from the bedroom.
“Ah, Kinin, you have returned.” Said a deep voice.
A bewildered look appeared on Robin’s face as he looked towards the doorway leading to the bedroom. Sounds of heavy footsteps assaulted the eerie atmosphere and Robin found himself looking at a large man, a Klingon man. And save for his private area, the man was completely naked.
“Um,” Robin was at a loss of words. Not to mention embarrassed as he slowly realised what he must have just walked into. Unless of course, Kinin had just been ‘wrestling’ but the marks on the Klingon’s chest might have suggested otherwise.
“You are not Kinin.” Said the Klingon, his fierce eyes narrowing at the pilot.
“No, I’m not.” Robin decided to say, forcing his calm.
Then slowly, the Klingon’s lips curled into a smirk.
“Why are you here? Surely you have not come here to mate with her, she would not have a puny human like yourself.”
Puny? Robin repeated in his head, his own eyes narrowing back at the large Klingon. He had half a mind to challenge this Klingon, unlike others Robin had no fear of fighting a Klingon. He had experience fighting against those that were stronger and brawn was not always something that won the fight.
If anything, Robin feared an opponent that had zero combat ability because you had no idea what they would do, they were a loose cannon, they may just spit on your ear and how distracting would that be? Of course, Robin used similar tactics, to him, anything and everything was a weapon, a blow on the skin, a prod in the throat or even a slap with a good old spoon could do wonders.
Robin took in a deep breath, “Look, there’s been a misunderstanding so I think I’ll turn you off an-”
The Klingon stepped forward, a rage reflecting upon his aggressive features. “Turn me off? You dare insult me ghaw’? I am not some fake illusion! And I shall prove it!” He roared and with a speed that surprised even Robin, he lunged forward and punched the pilot in the face and making him stumble backwards before falling over a steel chair.
“Argh!” Robin grunted as he rolled over onto his back, his hand finding his nose to find that it was bleeding. His eyes widened in surprise. Were the safeties off? Robin’s entire body flushed with adrenaline, excitement even, but that didn’t allow him to stop the Klingon rushing over and picking him up by the scruff of his neck and effectively tossing him into a wall. Robin fell crashing to the ground alongside a painting or two.
Robin shook his head, glaring up at the approaching opponent. He so wanted to fight, to turn that smirk upside down and show him how a true warrior fought but he knew that this needed to end now. He stood to his feet and crossed his arms and was about to end it when something stopped him. He could still have a bit of fun. He smiled at the Klingon.
“What are you smiling at human?” Growled the Klingon as he moved with his heavy feet.
“Just thinking about how you would be cowering in the corner if I was a tribble.” Robin teased as the bleeding from his nose found the edge of his lips. The eyes from the Klingon almost bulged out of their sockets in anger before letting out a mighty roar before stampeding towards the cocky pilot.
“Computer, end program.” Robin ordered confidently.
“Unable to comply. You do not have necessary authorisation.” Beeped the computer.
Robin’s entire being slowed as those words took some time to sink in, his skin paled despite the blood rushing throughout his body. Why didn’t he have authorisation?! But he didn’t have enough time for another thought as the Klingon was bearing right for him, Robin tried to move but it was too late as he felt an almighty pain in his gut and then the side of his face before being pushed roughly aside.
The pilot wobbled on the spot, dazed, confused and in pain. He was in complete disbelief despite knowing that now, now he had to fight… he glanced to the door. Or to run. But no, he couldn’t run from a stupid holodeck program. Robin cleared his throat, swallowing his pride and knowing that the situation he was in was incredibly dangerous. With a groan of effort, Robin made a jump over the couch but he was stopped by an impressively speedy and powerful tackle. He crashed into the ground once more, the Klingon’s heavy form on top of him and keeping him there.
Robin was very much aware of the strength of Klingons but this one seemed way too fast and strong. The pilot tried to wrestle free from the Klingon’s grip but failed. The Klingon bellowed a deep laugh. “Puny human!” And with that, the man crashed his ridged forehead against Robin’s head and everything turned to black.
With a soft groan, Robin stirred and opened his eyes to see the ceiling shining with a dim red light. What happened? This wasn’t his room. As the air breezed through the room he was suddenly aware that he was shirtless. He looked down and realised he was laying on the bed and he saw that his chest wasn’t the only thing feeling the cold chill. A clang of metal alerted Robin to his wrists, chained up and connected to the bed. With a wiggle of his body he knew that his bare ankles were also chained down. His heartbeat raced faster as he remembered exactly what had happened.
“You’re awake,” Sneered the Klingon from the dark shadowed corner.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun, now let… me… go!” Robin demanded, glad that his voice was still as strong as ever despite how suddenly vulnerable he felt. The Klingon laughed as he appeared from the dark, rolling a knife between his fingers. “I have not had my fun yet.” He said.
Robin felt himself tense and because of those words, a new very scary idea entered his brain. He sincerely hoped that this Klingon wasn’t gay… was that even a thing? He cringed at the thought. He had never heard of a gay Klingon and he had no intention of seeing anything of the sort. On the bright side, at least his pants were still on.
“When Kinin returns we will both take delight in cutting a puny thing such as you.” Said the Klingon. In a weird way, Robin was relieved to hear that. The Klingon approached the bed and lightly grazed the tip of the knife sideways across Robin’s chest which instinctively contracted from the cold hard steel.
“But I do not know where she is or when she will be back so for now, your fate is in my hands.” The Klingon twisted his wrist and the blade turned so that the sharp edge connected and pierced lightly through Robin’s flesh.
Aaargh! Robin mentally screamed as he pressed his lips together, knuckles burning white. He would not give the satisfaction to this petaQ! The Klingon lifted the knife and grinned at the small line of scarlet across Robin’s chest. “Impressive... but soon you will be screaming for mercy.”
“Computer, end this program right now!” Robin demanded. The computer beeped, repeating the emotionless message from before. “Unable to comply. Insufficient authorisation.” The Klingon laughed once more.
“This is not a simulation,” The Klingon said.
The hell it is! Robin thought, he knew this was a program and he knew that this Klingon was not real but why couldn’t he end the damn program?! He breathed, closing his eyes. He needed to relax, calm himself and figure out a solution.
“Give me my commbadge, I can call Kinin, I can get her here.” Robin said, hoping the Klingon would comply but doubted it. Instead, the Klingon looked rather gleeful.
“So quick to end your misery? Ha! You have no resilience. Humans are so weak minded.” He said before turning away to retrieve Robin’s commbadge whilst the pilot silently seethed in rage. Once he was out of this, he was going to make this Klingon pay. His captor returned to his side and held out the commbadge to Robin’s face who looked less than impressed, what was he supposed to do, bob it with his nose? Well, that wasn’t a bad way to do it, though it might hurt.
Robin leaned forward and pressed his bloody nose against the badge and winced in pain but was at least happy to hear the familiar chirp from the badge. “Uh, Kinin… this is Robin. I need your help. I’m stuck in the holodeck on Deck 8 and uh, apparently you were last in here and you uh, left the program running.” He cleared his throat, he could just imagine Kinin’s look right now, it would probably kill him by either the intensity or by laughing so hard. Scratch that, she would be killing durasteel with her gaze right now.
“I can’t end the program.” Robin added and hopefully that would get Kinin running to save him. He had to admit, this was simply not something he had ever envisioned where he would need saving, or anyone for that matter. “Star out.” He bobbed the badge again, wincing once more before hearing another laugh.
“Your insistence on this being a simulation is pitiful, but amusing.”
Robin glared at the Klingon, “We’ll see.”
As Robin waited, he really had to wonder, why the hell was this program left running? Had Kinin left for a security emergency or… he really had no idea. He also had to consider that if she had still been here, would the holodeck doors been locked? He wasn’t sure what was more embarrassing, this or walking in on her…
Tag: an angry Kinin
ooc: ghaw’ = Best translated as either an insult or challenging someone.