Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie - Out for Blood

[Addison MacKenzie]

((Azaqu Premium Arena - Slug-nasium - Ferenginar))

MacKenzie and Munro were now seated in their assigned seats, which happened to have a great view of the ring. The Nausicaan and Brikarian they'd spotted when entering the arena were to be the next pair of combatants, and the CO had wagered her right hand that the Nausicaan would make a comeback. When it was time for the match to begin, the pair shook hands and a few seconds later, the loud bell signaling the start of the match chimed, and the Brikarian came out swinging, landing a right hook to the Nausicaan's jaw that sent him down to one knee. 

MacKenzie: ::in disgust:: GET! UP!

MacKenzie, already disgruntled with the Nausicaan's performance, shook her head and folded her arms across her chest.

MacKenzie: ::flatly, but still yelling:: We should have gotten snacks. 

Munro: I'm working on that. 

Ava had signaled for the Ferengi attendant, who soon came over with their hovering cart full of goodies. MacKenzie unfolded her arms and sat up. As she perused the cart, there weren't any chicken wings, but there was a hotdog-like item, which she picked up and proceeded to load with some kind of yellow colored condiment that she hoped was mustard-like. ...or at least strong enough to cover up the taste of whatever it might be that composed the meat link. She smiled and nodded her thanks, then took a bite, immediately grateful that the food was edible.

Her first officer picked out some worm-like snacks and a Slug-o-Cola, and MacKenzie could do nothing but shake her head as the Brikarian wailed on the Nausicaan.

MacKenzie: Well at least the food's edible.

Ava winced as the Nausicaan was thrown clean over the Brikarian shoulder. MacKenzie's lips pursed.

Munro: :: shrugs :: Wall of stone, remember?

MacKenzie: ::flatly:: Stone. Right.

In a move that appeared to be choreographed, the Nausicaan leapt onto the rope and in a very theatrical back flip that spun several times in the air before crashing onto the Brikarians back, flooring both of them. Despite the Nausicaan finally appearing to get somewhere, MacKenzie stopped chomping on her hot dog to rest her head on her hand and roll her eyes. 

Even though she had begun to think that the entire thing was an elaborate performance she could help but cheer … then she remembered that she had betted on the Brikarian. 

Munro: This game is rigged. 

MacKenzie: No doubt about that. You mean to tell me that Nausicaan is suddenly graceful after getting whomped on?

Munro: Response

The Nausicaan and the Brikarian started to stir, seemingly to rouse themselves from the effects of their brawl.

MacKenzie: How much did we pay for these tickets?

Munro: Response

MacKenzie shook her head as it looked like the Brikarian was going to get it together before the Nausicaan would. ...Let the whomping continue.

MacKenzie: Too much. (beat) There better be some blood before this match is over.

Munro: Response

Tag, and TBC!

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Fleet Captain Addison MacKenzie, M.D., Ph.D., FASFS
Commanding Officer
USS Artemis-A

Executive Council Member

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