Capture

[Starla]

Stara's heart was racing as the small Federation ship shuddered, They were under attack by Klingons. She was on her final test, to see how well she handled on being in a starship, but unfortunately, the ship had ventured abit to far and now was at the mercy of Warbird. It seemed that their Captain was also a Cadet and so Starla was fearing that they'd end up dead.

" All personnel report to stations. Security report to Transporter bay..." The First Officer's voice rang out through the ship. Starla gave a small scream as the ship suddenly tipped to far to the side, she hit the wall but the managed to get back to the Medical Lab.

[lekthor]

"Captain! Aim for their shields. We can beam a party over there and attack from with on while you continue to disable their systems from out here, there by the forward deflector shield. Blast it with the disrupter's!" The Klingon bird of Prey shook as the occupants of the the Federation vessel fought back against them. Lekthor made his way to the transporters of the Klingon vessel. Before he beamed over he grabbed a Bat'leth and a disruptor pistol. HE was going to bring glory to the Empire. He was then joined by three other Klingons armed with disruptor pistol

[Starla]

The Medical Lab was a mess, it would seem that some of the medical tools and equipment were not secure and were now everywhere. She and three other medical officers began to put things back into place while the ship rocked this way and that, for a breif moment the lights flickered. Starla's heart jumped, she knew very little about the Klingons, only that they were fierce and ruthless warriors.

In the Bridge, Sirens sounded off as the Captain ordered everything to be fired at the Bird of Prey. They Crew on the Bridge were in a panic, some were senior officers and some were cadets, either way it would seem that the Small ship was in for a rough ride.

[lekthor]

The Klingons beamed right onto the bridge itself, pistols drawn. He watched as disruptor was answered with Phaser. He walk over to the Federation officer at helm and engraved his bat'leth into his Torso. He took a Phaser to the back and was dropped to a knee. He turned around and answered the Phaser with a shot from his pistol, which was not set on stun. Two more Phaser shots made contact with remaining Klingon. He collapsed. The last thing he saw before the blackness of unconsciousness took him was very angry looking human.

[Starla]

Starla looked down at the Klingon that had been brought into the Medlab, she was surprised that one was able to survive, but was slightly puzzled as to why she was signed to treat him, why treat the enemy? She approached the unconscious Klingon slowly and looked him over, she was slightly unsure how to go about removing his clothes so she could get a better view of his injuries.

After taking a deep breathe, she leaned over the Klingon and began to remove the layers of clothes, fiddling with claps and things. She found herself to be nearly laying on top of him, her light blue uniform getting slightly dirty from the grim and dust on the Klingons clothes.

[lekthor]

"Ughhhhh" The Klingon grunted slowly coming to. He did not even bother to move. Instead when his eyes opened he took alook around the room to see where he was and beneficial positions should battle ensue to close quarters. His brown eyes came to rest at the young cadet that was nearly on top of him with his nigh close to naked body.

"Where am I, this is not the vessel as to which I have been assigned! Free me. Ow. Who are you?"

He was a pretty demanding customer. He rested his head back on his med-bed. How on earth had he ended up in here and why did his people not beam him back over to the Klingon vessel. Did the Klingon vessel even make it through the encounter. He would have to ask later when he could mutter more than two sentences.

[Starla]

She stopped dead when the gruff voice of the Klingon spoke, she swallowed as she withdrew fro him. She was abit afraid, but when he seemed to have gone silent once more, she continued, keeping an eye on the brute. Starla began to examine his body, finding that he had been hit hard in a few places, she was somewhat disturbed by the color of the Klingon blood, but swallowed and then went to healing him.

[lekthor]

"I am fine. You worry needlessly about a few scratches. Perhaps you have not noticed but I am Klingon. We are not so fragile as Humans are."

He says very matter of factly. He made no more noise during the scanning and healing. His body had several epidermal scars. Some injuries, although past, looked like they would have killed a another species. Though sure enough here she was examining a Klingon. He watched her as she proceeded. As far as he was concerned he was very much a captive and she could run experiments on him. He would have to get out of here as soon as he was feeling up to it. Right now though the three phaser blasts was a nice reminder of the warriors life

[Starla]

"Yeah.. Sure..." She hide how nervous she felt around him and then stabbed him in the neck with an injector full of Antibiotics. She expected him to yell and scream at her as everyone else did when getting an injection. Starla then set the Klingon's blood soaked clothes down on a chair near him. Her heart was till pounding in her chest, she half wished that she wasn't left alone with this big brute.

[lekthor]

When she injected the Klingon he didn't even mumble. He looked at her, and then his clothes then back to her.

"Turn away so that I may dress, either way I am getting up and getting my clothes. Then you will answer questions for me human."

Lekthor quickly got dressed. He felt less vulnerable in his uniform. More and more he was beginning to think that he was a captive on a Federation vessel, which meant that his captain was destroyed. Lekthor walked over to Starla.

"Tell me where am I and what happened to my Captain and the raiding party?"

His deep voice sounded like thunder when he spoke. Even in his bloodied clothes he looked an intimidating person. He stood there stone faces looking Starla in the eyes waiting for an answer. Judging by the way he carried himself he was clearly a senior officer on board his vessel.

[Starla]

Once he spoke to her again,she turned back around after looking away and then eyed the Klingon just as hard as he eyed her, She was afraid of these feirce brutes, but to be streated so lowly, upset her. She then stepped up to him, she was shorted then him so she had to look upwards slighty," You are aboard the Federation ship you and your men tried to shoot down, But seeing as the ship is here and working.. you failed.... And I don't know who you think you are but here..you are my patient and so you gotta listen to me..." She prodded her finger into his chest rather roughly.

[lekthor]

"I am Lekthor, son of Kelik. I am second officer of the Klingon Bird of Prey Tagk. Who am I addressing, your not in yellow so your not the in Command. I like you human. Not many of your species is willing to stand toe to toe to a Klingon warrior. You have courage, and with courage comes honor. What is your name human you intrigue me."

HE looks at her crossing his arms across his chest looking menacingly. He waits her answer.

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[Starla]

"Starla Fair..I'm a member of the Medical team..." Her braveness faded abit, she unfolded her arms and cleared her throat, her eyes drifting down away from him.. She then inhaled and stepped back, not only to avoid the faint foul odour of him, but to also regain that barrier between them," Uhm, As seeing you are in my medical care...You will...need to lay back down..."

[lekthor]

"I feel fine. You emphasize to much on creature comforts. Tell me Starla, when I am released from your care am I to become your prisoner? Where are we bound to? Do you even know anything about Klingon physiology? I am waiting for an answer Starla? Come speak up!"

He says with an air of command and in quick repetition. He looked frightening with his spiky cranial ridges and mirthless face. He walked around a bit, only in the room testing to see how strong his legs were and his over all strength. He walked over to her albeit with a stumble, there went his tough Klingon charade. He was inches from her own face.

"Get me an alternative from of dress, I will need to take these off and return to that med bed as you have suggested."

He says in a very matter of fact kind of way.

[Starla]

"You're really pushy you know that?' She snapped abit as she walked past him and gathered a set of patient dress, white of course. She handed it to him with abit of a shove," Change and lay back down.. You're not going anywhere..." Her tone of voice was stern and a bit irritated. She waited until he was changed and laying down.