[sb118-ops] LT. JG S'zurak - S'zurak, Bounty Hunter?

[Alex Leatherman]

((Quark's, Promenade, StarBase 118))

S’zurak: Ssstop. ::unblinking:: You shame yourself. There is no honor

for you today.

The Klingon snarled in response... something guttural, angry, slurred

by alcohol.

Then, to Nagazi’s surprise, Lt. Sylvax answered from his position next to his current patient.

Sylvax:  yIyev. naDev vay’ bIHoHchugh, qaStaHvIS Dochvetlh bIqaSbe’.

(Stand down. If you kill someone here, what comes after will not be

worth it.)

The bar went silent.

What did he say? Was that… Klingon? From a …Trill? No, wait, that actually makes sense. Sort of. Do Trills ever make sense?

The Grizzela’s eyes flitted from one person to the other. For the time being, he simply watched.

S’zurak: You sssurprise me, Lieutenant. Klingon?

Fazek: ?

Sylvax: I’m asking him to stand down. Calmly. And informing him that

killing someone here isn’t worth the aftermath.

The Klingon hesitated. Then... slowly... his fists unclenched.

Clearly the doctor’s words had had *some* affect.

Nagazi turned back to the Ferengi.

Nagazi: Is this man’s quarrel with you?

Fazek: ?

Overhearing their conversation, S’zurak chimed in.

S’zurak: Are you sssure it was unwarranted?

Nagazi: Sorry, Lieutenants. What is the situation here?

Why was the Grizzela asking us? He knew just as much as we did. Was he asking for something specific, or could he really not tell what was happening? S’zurak lacked experience with Nagazi and Grizzelas in general to know if he was missing some context.

S’zurak: What do you… mean?

Then, pain lanced through his skull. S’zurak winced, pressing the sensation down as quickly as it had come. Something felt wrong, but it passed.

When he opened his eyes, the bar felt unfamiliar, though the scene around him was not. A Klingon, broken furniture, and security guards. Who were these people?

The Klingon.

The one who spoke Klingon.

The loud one.

The clawed one.

And S’zurak himself.

This clawed one… wore thin yellow pajama looking fabric. The one who spoke Klingon wore similar, but teal. Where was he?

Why am I here? Think! 

There had been a reason. There is always a reason.

Yes.

The Klingon was still standing.

He must be the target. It certainly wasn’t the loud one. He wasn’t trying to blend in. Especially not with that vest.

S’zurak remained still, reassessing. Hostilities had subsided, but the situation was unresolved. The one who spoke Klingon began talking again.

Sylvax: Response

Fazek: Response

The clawed one snarled at the loud one.

Nagazi: What is your problem, Ferengi?

Fazek: Reponse

The loud one is irrelevant. He does not move like prey. And he does not move like a hunter.

S’zurak shifted subtly, placing himself between the Klingon and the largest opening of the room.

S’zurak: ::pointing to the Klingon:: He is not leaving.

Sylvax: Responses

The Klingon roared and surged forward again. S’zurak’s hand moved before the thought finished forming. He reached for a weapon that should have ended the problem outright.

Light flared.

The Klingon collapsed mid-stride, muscles locking as he struck the deck hard. S’zurak stared down at the weapon in his hand. A phaser. Set to stun. Not the disruptor he had expected.

He considered the unconscious Klingon once more. It was… acceptable.

Sylvax/Nagazi/Fazek: Responses

S’zurak did not lower the weapon. He crouched instead, with a clawed hand pressing briefly against the Klingon’s neck. A pulse was strong and alive.

Sylvax/Nagazi/Fazek: Responses

He straightened slowly. The loud one was speaking to him. Still speaking. Irrelevant.

S’zurak reached down and seized the Klingon by the collar, hauling him across the floor. Broken glass crunched beneath the Gorn’s weight as S’zurak dragged him toward the wall, away from the open floor and doorways.

S’zurak: No one touchesss him.

Sylvax/Nagazi/Fazek: Responses

Lieutenant JG S'zurak

Tactical Officer

Starbase 118 Ops

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