Mexican Standoff

Posted on Wed Apr 25th, 2018 @ 2:35am by Lieutenant Commander Kazyah Linn & Lieutenant Colonel Storr Garlake & Gunnery Sergeant Roderik Kos

1,162 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: S1E1: Bynars Be Bygones

The air was cool as it whipped through the decrepit buildings and crumbling facades. The area Kaz was walking through had obviously been a busy city at one point, though the Bynars clearly had no intention of building it back up to its former glory. Foliage was non-existent, which made it easy for Kaz's light footsteps to go unnoticed. His finger methodically grazed the glass surface of his tricorder as he read its readings.

But it was his telepathic abilities that felt the intruder long before his tricorder did. Human, definitely, but it was someone unfamiliar to the blind man. Kaz could feel the man's hand wrapped around something, though he wasn't sure what it was. By the grip, he assumed a disruptor of some sort. This wasn't exactly a good situation to be in.

Kaz pressed his body against the side of a building as the person approached. Timing his move just perfectly, he swung around the corner, landing his leg against the man's head, sending him to the ground. Kaz knelt over him, pressing a knee against the man's jugular.

Rodi's phaser clattered on the ground as he fell backwards. With a woosh the air left his lungs, and the constraining knee stopped him from taking any in more. Training and experience kicked in, taking a moment to see the man kneeling over him. Rodi's fist shot up, aiming right at his attacker's crotch.

The blind man winced in pain, steadying himself with a hand on the other man's face.

Stars started forming in Rodi's view. He grapped the man's thumb and wrenched it up and next to his face. At the same time he shifted with his hips as the attacker's balance shifted over his knee. This allowed him a deep breath. With another shift in his hips, Rodi rolled away to the other side and pushed himself up from the ground. His face was turned into a snarl as he bared his teeth.

Kaz took a step back, taking a breath. He moved in, jumped into the air and wrapped his legs around the man's neck. The arcing of his movement caused him to flip the larger man on his back, "Stand down," Kaz said in a commanding voice.

The fall was rather light. Rodi was able to roll with it, coming up a beat or two after his opponent. He reached behind his back and extended a collapsible baton with an audible click. He squatted down deeper into his hips, gaining a more solid footing and approached. One hand up as a block, the baton flicking out from up high towards the crook of the assailant's neck.

A quick duck caused Rodi's arm to swing over Kaz's head with plenty of room to spare. Grabbing the man's arm as it passed by, Kaz pulled back against his forearm. The sound of bone splintering jarred his auditory system, not expecting the bone to break quite so easily.

Rodi's Knee came in right as his arm broke, aiming straight for the man's nose.

Kaz released the man's arm, his hands instinctively going to his nose. He blew blood and snot from his nose, already knowing the cartilage was broken, but he wasn't about to stop. He grabbed the man around the neck and shoved him against the wall, holding his hand firmly against his juggular.

Rodi's forehead came down against his attacker's forehead again. At the same time he raised his knee, aiming again for a nasty groin shot.

Anticipating the move, Kaz moves his pelvus back just slightly, causing Rodi's knee to meet his abdomen. His two-handed grip on the man's throat remained unwavering.

His good arm darted into his jacket, producing a type I phaser. Keeping it at waist level, Rodi fired straight into Kaz's stomach with a heavy stun beam.

Kaz staggered backward, his hands holding his stomach as he fell back to the ground.

Rodi thumbed the intensity up further to a knock out blast. "On the ground." He growled, "Arms and legs spread wide. Or I'll shoot you again."

Scuffling sounds drew Storr's attention. Already in a sour mood, he rounded a corner to see two Fleeters scrapping on the ground, bright red blood splattered against ripped clothing and the cracked floor slab. The one wearing SFMC green had a phaser leveled at the one in a black shirt with matching jeans and unfortunately, the Commandant knew them both. The one recovering from a phaser shot was most unexpected as well.

"What the FRACK is going on here?!" He bellowed, bowling his way between the two men. His eyes shot first to Kaz, belatedly remembering that the man's sight had left him again before lancing to Rodi. "Stand down SERGEANT," he icily intoned, the Lieutenant Colonel's hand resting on his right hip and the corresponding phaser encased in its leather holster. "Now, which one of you ladies wants to tell me what you two are doing hoer en remoer here?!"

The phaser in Rodi's hand didn't waver at the sudden appearance, or the order, of the colonel.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Kaz said, still lying on the ground, holding his side where the phaser hit him. He took a deep breath, trying not to groan. "You're the last person I expected to see here."

"That makes two of us, Kaz." Storr replied with a guffaw, cutting his gaze back to Rodi. "Now, again, what's going on here between you two tsotsis?"

"Got jumped without provocation, sir. Defended myself. Still not sure if the man is planning on giving me another reason to shoot him." Rodi answered. His broken arm was pushed against his leg, the pain forming a thrumming reason to just shoot the bastard again, maybe make sure he wouldn't wake up for a while too.

"I'd rather you not shoot me again," Kaz said, reaching a hand up. "Now help me up. I have a job to do and you're in my way."

Storr shook his head. "Rodi, I can...mostly vouch for Kaz here. It sounds like you two need to kiss and make up before this goes farther than either of you want and I have to accomplish paperwork. I hate paperwork," the Afrikaner said with a stifled chuckle as he looked between the two men. He really didn't want to be adjudicating a Mexican standoff and as much as he hated the idea of being Commander Mzarak's lackey, he did need to find out what the Vulcan wanted.

With a grunt of acknowledgement, the phaser was slid back in the armpit holster under his jacket. "I'll be in sickbay." Rodi turned on his heels and walked away, cradling the broken arm in his good one.

"Et tu, Brute?" Kaz said, looking at Storr and shaking his head. "I can't believe you're working with them," he said. Walking past the Marine, Kaz continued the direction he was originally going in complete silence.

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