Past Catch Up

Posted on Wed Mar 30th, 2016 @ 2:56pm by Colonel S'er'in'e & Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: By Dawn's Early Light
Location: Warp 12
Timeline: prt - 3

S'er'in'e had finished the days duties including some light work on high own fighter, while his fighter was slightly larger than the Federation norm it served also as a multi-function craft which suited the Caitian traditional styles. Unbeknownst to S'er'in'e however a chapter of his past had boarded the station now that the battle was over and ships once again allowed to dock, bent on revenge for the wrongs inflicted upon him and the cost it put on his life.

Cr'erl, another Caitian was younger than S'er'in'e by only a few years and both trained at the same academy until they parted, Cr'erl saw S'er'in'e as a guide, a pillar of strength to keep him true given the troubles he had during training. When S'er'in'e graduated and left for Starfleet that pillar was gone and with it his standards, he barely passed training and he felt no honour in that seemingly minor accomplishment. He'd watched proudly as S'er'in'e graduated with honours, S'er'in'e was never to be seen at Cr'erl. Bitterness and hatred seeded themselves within him, his friend abandoned him when he needed him most. Cr'erl was assigned a Mate which was common in the Sha'lee'it Caste but that too soon fell foul of his inner demons. Not long after the union began Cr'erl committed a cardinal crime, he harmed a female.

Stripped of everything, his fangs filed blunt as punishment and then exiled from the Homeworld Cr'erl had nothing left but revenge blaming all that had befallen him on S'er'in'e. It had taken him two years to locate S'er'in'e on the Starbase of 332, his plan was simple, to make S'er'in'e pay one way or another.

Donned in a replicated uniform he was stripped of, clad in the single ear piece to denote his graduation his plans fell into place. The outward appearance to lure his prey close, mislead, cover up what lay within until it was too late. He hoped Starfleet had softened S'er'in'e, the dual sheaths S'er'in'e wore were a testament to the training and skill, one Cr'erl never hoped to match fairly.

=^= Computer, I am looking for a fellow Caitian named S'er'in'e. Where is he? =^=

The computer told him his location but there was no chance of him getting there, Cr'erl changed his plan. Through recent times he'd discovered S'er'in'e had taken a Mate, a Human female. Lure out the Tiger, attack the Cub. After a few attempts at pronouncing her name frustration gave way and he typed it into the console. "The Dive" Deck 2301 flashed up. "Direct me there."

*** THE DIVE ***

Cr'erl walked into 'The Dive' with all the calm and grace he could muster, he had to play it cool for now until his was within reach. He walked to the bar having spotted a table out of the way and slightly clear of others and calmly spoke. "I am Cr'erl from the Caitian Homeworld, I have messages from our Overseer for the Mate of S'er'in'e, an invitation. May I speak with her privately at that table?"

Zeb nodded and slipped into the back for a few moments. Then returned back to the bar as a group of the Erotic Dancers took the stage to entertain the patrons

Cr'erl walked to the table, everything was falling into place all he had to do was wait.

A few moments later, Samanthia came from the back, pausing at the bar, Zeb pointed out the other Caitain, sitting at his table alone. She moved over to the table and looked the Caitian Male over. "Yes, you needed to see me?" Samanthia remained standing as she spoke softly to him.

Cr'erl stood, bowed, all part of his ruse. "I am Cr'erl a friend of your Mate, we were in training together." He smiled slightly but kept his mouth closed. "In light of your union with S'er'in'e the Overseer of our Caste has tasked me with presenting this gift." There was a gift on the chair next to where she was standing.

Samanthia nodded, mistook the smile as courtesy to appear less threatening to non-Caitians. She turned to reach down and pick up the gift and set it on the table to open it. Taking note on how light it was, which gave her pause to see if she was picking up the whole container, just not the lid.

The delay was all he needed, the distraction made. Swiftly as a feline could muster he'd firmly taken hold of Samanthia around the throat and brought her to him, her back against his chest, his claws out and pressing into her neck. There was no mistaking it, if she didn't comply he would do more than what he'd done so far. "If you attempt to free yourself you will live your last moments gasping for air as you drown on your own blood." He tightened his grip. "Bring him here....now!" He growled, the whole scene already causing some patrons to flee the scene, others standing is disbelief at what was unfolding.

Zeb eyes widen as he watched the scene unfold, awaiting the signal to bring Akiashiro Security Forces. Then he did what any good good Employee would do. He alerted the Security Forces of Akiashiro

Samanthia was stunned at the sudden grab and placing of the claws at her throat. She smelt his breath and it wasn't pleasant. She swallowed gently less his claws dug farther into her throat. "Okay...okay.." She spoke calmly as if this was an every day occurrence. She relaxed against him. "Ease up up on the claws. I don't carry a combadge with me. I need to approach the bar and use the interstation intercom."

He slowly stepped forward with his victim towards where she indicated. "Do not be foolish and try anything." He made sure to present his back to nobody, everyone in view where he could see them, staff and patron alike.

Samanthia let him guide her, motioning the would be heros to back off. Once she was at the bar communication panel, she activated. "Major S'er'in'e, CAG, please." Waiting till his Secetary answered. "Sorry to interfere with Major's schedule. I'm Samanthia. I would like to speak with him, privately if possible."

S'er'in'e was in his office doing his usual report reading when the call came through, he had it patched through. "Yes my Mate?" S'er'in'e spoke unaware of the threat posed to Samanthia. "I will be finishing on time today if you wish to have dinner at our usual time?" Think this was a casual routine call. Cr'erl however saw his plan take even more shape, S'er'in'e would come as he would want to save his Mate.

"An old friend Cr'erl, training mate from Cait. I'd prefer you come to 'The Dive', Major S'er'in'e." Samanthia kept her voice neutral and professional, somewhat cold. "It seams that He has thing by the throat and wishes to renew acquaintances with you." Hiding the fear she was unwilling to show in front of Cr'erl, and her patrons who thrived on those that were weaker and or showed fear.

Every word spilled with something wrong, Samanthia was rarely so professional sounding like that with him and to even use his rank. The comment about the throat was clear. "I will be there in a moment." Using feline agility he bounded over his desk and racing on hands and feet charged through the hanger and out the door. When he neared 'The Dive', he could see people gathered in the doorway, he stood upright and growled which gained the attention of some who made a space for him. Most present knew S'er'in'e so made way for him to enter.

"So glad you could join us." Cr'erl spoke still holding Samanthia.

S'er'in'e could see the small trails of blood on Samanthia's neck. He growled as he knew what had to be done. "Why are you doing this Cr'erl? You know our laws, our ways, what have I done to you to make you do this?"

Cr'erl went on to explain the events that took place after S'er'in'e's departure for Starfleet and how he blamed S'er'in'e for it all. He explained what happened with his Mate, how he was punished by showing his filed fangs, how he escaped and fled the Homeworld on an alien transport. "It is your turn to answer, to pay for what you did to me."

"Release my Mate and you will have what you seek." S'er'in'e had slowly circled the pair.

"Now that you are here I have little need for her, but when I kill you, she will be next, she will watch you die." Cr'erl lifted Samanthia off her feet by the throat and hurled her over the bar into the shelves of glasses and bottles.

S'er'in'e watched her fall, anger rose at this one he used to call friend and now was demanded he kill for violating Caitian's most sacred laws. Never harm a female. Issuing the ritual challenge S'er'in'e prepared himself.

Cr'erl accepted by giving the traditional reply. "Starfleet has made you weak, soft, taking a Human Mate, even now you still hold tradition so strongly. Arm yourself Warrior, defend yourself." Cr'erl bore his claws yet S'er'in'e didn't, evidence enough of the difference between the two. Charging S'er'in'e in the opening move S'er'in'e sidestepped and sent Cr'erl into a nearby table and chairs sending the glasses on the table crashing and shattering on the ground.

Samanthia crashed into the bottles of liquors worth a lot in Latium turn into ruin and fell to the floor unconscious heap. Her staff rushed to her side and began basic aide to stabilize her. Fearful in bringing authority or station personnel to the establishment, Several of the Waitress began first aid on Samanthia since she wasn't to seriously injured, just knocked unconscious .

Remaining patrons scattered out of the way of enraged Caitians battling for supremacy. Those on stage, stopped their performance and pleaded with the patrons to get out of the way. It would take time for Akiashiro Security showed up, they were baffled at the two Big Catians facing off in bar

"Do not interfere." S'er'in'e told the security forces that showed up. Returning his attention back to Cr'erl. "You are too eager, you have forgotten your training. Act without thinking." S'er'in'e asked if his Mate was going to be ok. "Do not expect me to return your body to the Homeworld."

Cr'erl closed the distance and swung at his foe, felines were quick by nature but couple that with natural reflex and training and they would be faster. Cr'erl had managed to catch S'er'in'e across the chest and shoulder tearing just the uniform, the blow not deep enough to catch his flesh. The two danced about each other exchanging blows and avoiding attacks.

Aikiashiro Security Forces looked around the Bar's main room and saw that Samanthia, a bit bloody, yet stirring from her encounter with the bar's stock of liquor and with several waitresses and some of the off duty Erotica Dancers by her side assisting her recovery. They eased into the place, avoiding the two combatants to put up a protective ring about Samanthia, when she had motioned them not to interfere with the fight. They placed bets with each other, ignoring Samanthia's glare at them.

"I want Curl's claws and fangs!" Samanthia yelled out, as she accepted a shot of very expensive imported whiskey from Sol-3. She tossed it back in one firey gulp. Patrons of the more violent type smiled as they found a way to curry favor with her. She helped herself to another shot of whiskey and sharing with the Staff close by.

With permission given S'er'in'e bore his own claws. Cr'erl smirked as now it would be a fight. Over 1,000lbs of predator waged a mini war between themselves and they threw each other around, slashing and clawing at each other, uniforms torn and ripped, each sporting deep scratches and injuries from collisions with tables and chairs. Cr'erl managed to land several blows to S'er'in'e's head, enough to momentarily confuse and disorientate. Cr'erl knew he was losing this fight, S'er'in'e's training far outmatched his own and the longer this went on the more certain his demise would ensue before he'd achieved his goal.

Cr'erl turned and charged towards Samanthia and her ring of supporters but a broken glass stepped on caused a momentary waver, enough for S'er'in'e to catch up. S'er'in'e slashed at the back of Cr'erl dropping him to one knee as he reached out and wildly slashed at Samanthia missing by a good margin. S'er'in'e grabbed one arm but the other hand reached over Cr'erl's head and took a clawed hold of his muzzle, fingers jammed into his mouth and claws digging into the sensitive flesh at the top. The duo were mere meters from Samanthia at this stage of the shuffling but Cr'erl realized it was over, he'd failed.

S'er'in'e pulled Cr'erl's arm out to the side, used his muzzle filled hand to twist the head to one size and then opening his mouth as wide as he could exposing his fangs and teeth to all that could see he clamped down hard to the left side of Cr'erl's neck. With one hard sharp yank he'd torn open the neck exposing red bloody flesh, arteries and muscles. Blood sprayed at Samanthia's group as Cr'erl looked helplessly on. S'er'in'e spat the flesh to the floor next to him letting Cr'erl's body fall to the floor, with one foot he stepped onto Cr'erl's back applying pressure and restricting the ability to breath. A minor mercy at most. Hyped up on adrenaline and charged from the fight S'er'in'e let rip a massive roar sealing his victory that lasted several long moments, tradition had been served and culture was satisfied.

He put his claws away knowing they would itch later having not cleaned them yet but he was already starting to feel his injuries to his arms, back, legs and face. He could feel the blood matt under his fur, the tugging of his uniform to his flesh glued to him by dried blood. His feet hurt from broken glass and somewhere both ear sheaths had been sent to the floor during the fight.

The Klingons present in the bar, joined in the victory of S'er'in'e, Roaring their approval of well fought fight as they gathered around the Big Caitian, slapping his wounded back in victory and shoving a flagon of rich authentic undiluted Bloodwine into his paw-like hands as if they had partook in the fight themselves.

Samanthia and the female staff squealed in disgust at the spraying of blood upon themselves, eyes closing to prevent it getting in their eyes, feeling the warm thick liquid splatter on exposed flesh.

S'er'in'e's ears shealths made their way to Samanthia and she stood up a bit shaky. She approached S'er'in'e, the Klingons gave way for her passage. She motioned him lower himself to her height so she could place the Ear Sheaths back where they belonged. On his ears.

S'er'in'e hurt, fiercly so but Samanthia was safe and Caste law had been exacted. No male harms a female, that was law. S'er'in'e did what he had to, was forced to. Blood dripped onto the floor from his hands, mouth and from blood soaked sections of his uniform. He lowered his height for her to replace that which he had lost in the fight. He worried, feared even of her reaction. She was put in danger because of him albiet not directly but becuase of the bond between them. An unknown element of his past sought to kill her, kill him, something which would not have happened had she taken him as her Mate.

S'er'in'e said nothing as there was little he could say to make up for what happened, the Dive was in a mess with many chairs and tables in pieces, untold glasses and bottles smashed. The place looked like it was the victim of an all out brawl between tens of people not just two. His breathing was heavy and deep as he tried to calm himself.

She had seen worse in her tenure as a fleet officer, but never the up close and in person the blood bath these two wrecked upon each other. The more primitive side of her reveled in having such a worthy mate. The Civilized side of her revolted making her sick to the stomach as she kept up the brave appearance to show the others what she now controlled with a whim. "I've placed your Sheaths to show that I approve that justice has been served," She spoke in slaughtered and slandered Caitian, she had been secretly learning, barely understandable, but none the less understood by her action according to Caitian Customs of the Females of his Species to show their approval of their male's actions. She took his Paw/hands in hers in a manner to cause him to extend his claws. "One more deed must be fulfilled before we leave." She let his paws go as she moved back to sit amongst her Female Staff members to watch the desecration of a defeated warrior.

As demanded of him by his Mate S'er'in'e removed the claws of his fallen foe, one claw was missing however, lodged in the lower back of S'er'in'e during the fight. Pain dulled for the time being as the rush of the fight had only now started to ebb from him. S'er'in'e was unable to remove the fangs for they had been filed down as punishment for actions committed on the Homeworld. Once done S'er'in'e produced the claws for his Mate, though his posture had taken on a drained and slightly drooped posture.

She putt the claws in her pocket as the Akiashiro Forces showed up. They looked over the place alertly and scowled at seeing the Dead caitian and a bloody S'er'in'e near Samanthia with blood on her. The leader looked at her as she stood and moved to them, signaling for S'er'in'e to stay put.

Zeb and the staff got busy in getting the placed cleaned up with a few of patrons as Samanthia quietly talked with the head of Security Force that showed up. "It's bad enough that blood was spilt. I am ok. As you can see it was a purely Caitian Matter and hopefully its been settled." She glared at S'er'in'e along with the Security Leader of the Akiashiro Forces.

"How are you going to get back without raising a lot of questions?" Security Chief asked turning his attention back to Samanthia. He motioned to his detail to stand down.

"Get cleaned up and hopefully borrow some clothes from one of the girls," She nodded towards the erotic dancers cowering on the stage.

"What about him?" Security Chief nodded towards S'er'in'e. "I can have one of the guys go get him a robe or something to cover up temporary?"

"It would be nice." Samanthia smiled at him. "Please down play this a lot. You know how Elder gets."

Security Chief nodded with a low chuckle. "We'll keep a closer eye on him." Then he turned and left with his men, detailing two of them to stay with Samanthia.

S'er'in'e waited, it gave him time to reflect, a reflection he could have done without at this present moment in time. He played in his mind the vision of Samanthia being hurtled over the bar, her slipping off the desk to the floor covered in glass and liquids. Cr'erl was a friend once and now he lay dead. He was not aware Cr'erl had fallen so far but it left him asking himself the same question.

How far had he now fallen himself...

As what she had just witnessed from her mate and how easily she had been tossed around sunk in. It scared her to the core as she strove to keep her demeanor stoic, but there were telltale signs of eyes slightly wider. The quick glances at S'er'in'e as she conducted business in getting some cloths of one of the Erotic dancers that was her size. She escaped into the backroom to where the girls stored their personal belongings before they went on stage and mingled with the customers.

Two of the big Bouncers had moved protectively in front of the doorway into the storage/office/dressing room for The Dive. Akiashiro Security Team did the same. With their hands on their holstered stunners.

Once out of sight of the customers and in the dressing room with the Erotic Dancer, Samanthia let loose and let the fear run rampant as she gathered her wits about her and really think about their relationship. The power she held in her hands that an unintentional wishing could be mistaken as an order for S'er'in'e to unleash the predator she had just witnessed. Or if she made him angry beyond reason.

The near naked Erotic Dancing Girl hugged Samanthia after she had removed her bloody clothes, comforting her boss lady that provided somewhat security for them and a job. Samanthia hugged back, drawing comfort as the last of the fear induced tremors faded away, allowing her to think clearly. Free from the blindness of love, and the recent bout of fear at what her mate could do.

S'er'in'e feared and rightly so, his past had caught up, inflicted harm on Samanthia so easily and yet she was innocent of the situation. Samanthia had also seen him in combat and worse....kill. He did not fear as much the possible reprisals from Starfleet as he did from Samanthia. She was nearly killed because of him, nobody would take such a thing well and worse yet if from the partners life side of it. He was tired and drained, mind wrought with fear at losing Samanthia.

Samanthia exited the back room, just as composed as when she had left. Only difference was she wearing a mini-skirt that barely covered her rear end and a halter top that was obviously a bit to small for her, yet still fit. Her hair was a bit wet from the quick washing, yet well brushed and loose down her back. "Prep some water that my mate can get himself cleaned." Motioning him he could use the backroom to get cleaned up as one of Akiashiro Security Force member showed up with a quick replicated Fleet uniform for S'er'in'e.

The Security Guard laid the uniform on the quickly cleaned counter that Zeb had done while waiting. The Body of the Dead Caitian had disappeared quickly and none were talking.

Zeb motioned for S'er'in'e to follow him into the backroom as he carried a bucket of water and a few rags he use for the bar and mugs.

Samanthia looked over the main room of the bar and nodded as majority of the mess had been cleaned up. It seamed that even the clients of "The Dive' pitched in, giving S'er'in'e a wide berth, except a few Rogue Klingons, who had accepted S'er'in'e as one of their own, where trying to ply him with Bloodwine. By her posture she knew the power of having such a predator at her command to kill on her whim and wish, yet her eyes were a bit wider than usual that she had a healthy respect for S'er'in'e.

The Erotic Dancer was with her, wearing a matching outfit of a different color. She stayed as far from S'er'in'e as possible, yet close by Samanthia.

S'er'in'e cleaned up, his wounded painful and some deep. He would have to go to medical to get patched up lest his wounds become infected. He expected to be detained by station security because of his part in the fight but was sure they would first see to his well being before his questioning.

While S'er'in'e was in the back room getting cleaned up, the Security Guard that carried S'er'in'e's change of clothing, approached Samanthia and gave her a message. "Elder Akiashiro would like to have a word with you at your earliest convenience, Miss Samanthia."

She nodded and turned to the senior waitress that took over the bar in Zeb's absence. "Please inform my mate that I had to leave and will see him later tonight." She gave the waitress a smile at her acknowledgement and left the establishment of The Dive.

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