04-24-2026, 02:35 PM
There was a long, heavy moment where Artie stood in the pouring rain, waiting for the enemy to make the first move. All she could ‘sense’ was the rain, and the sound of the rain, and the soaking wet seeping into her skin. Her clothes stuck to her, became a part of her, and she knew their current state affected her agility. She resigned herself to knowing she would have to be on the defense, which she hated.
A voice called out into the near-darkness.
“Flee from my Lukara, p'takh!”
What the f#ck?
They were Kahless’ words, but spoken with a definitively Human-accented voice. She turned to peer through the sheets of rain behind her, vaguely seeing a Human form holding a bat’leth, shouting no doubt at the two other forms that were but yards from her position. He ran towards one, availing his weapon, but the enemy in question ducked away, sending who Art realized was Peter stumbling towards her. Her eyes widened, especially when she saw his expression. He wasn’t disappointed, or frustrated, but seemed to be rather enjoying himself. Her mouth quirked in amusement at him.
“Do you come here often?” Her beloved asked, jokingly. Artie’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
The faceless man that Peter had chosen to attack came back to strike against him, and the Yeager’s First Officer made quick work of him. The roughly-human form fell on the ground, and disappeared from the Holodeck. Peter looked at her, a flash of concern passing over his face before Art made a pointed look back out into the deluge,
The last man standing was not expecting to hear a haunting howl, and neither was Artemis. Whereas Art merely started in surprise, the man in question fell forward with a thump that all could hear. The Klingon whipped her head around, looking for the source of the former sound, finding a bulky shadow carrying a large weapon, poised and primed to strike. She knew at once who it had to be, and choked back a laugh.
Can’t even kill anyone in peace! She thought, but now she was jovial.
“Weaklings are what I must deal with today. House Mo'Kai will not be pleased.” The voice was slightly muffled, telling Art that her friend was in full battle armor, and her eyebrows creased as she let that amusement show on her face.
The rain in the program lifted slightly, showing the last attacker get up, covered in mud, and then realize who he was up against. The faceless humanoid saw a bleeding Klingon, a weapon-yeilding Human, and what looked to be a highly-armoured werewolf. He froze, his face full of fear, and then the group heard him speak.
“NOPE!”
As he turned heel and ran, Art started laughing. Taking a breath, she glanced at Peter, holding the bat’leth wrong, and started laughing again. The program, sensing that the game had been won, tapered off the rainflow to a drizzle, and then merely to a humid, wet air. Art sucked in a breath, and turned towards Beinn, and then doubled over, laughing again. “Why…” She shook her head and dismissed the rest of the question.
Taking a few deep breaths, Art gave a happy look to the San-Tarah, and then gave Peter a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the help, guys.” She said, wiping the blood from her face. Looking around, the setting without the thunderstorm wasn’t much too look at, and Art told the computer to end the holodeck program. Her clothes instantly dried, but her skin and blood did not, causing her to shrug her shoulders in slight discomfort. “Ow.” She said, grinning.
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A voice called out into the near-darkness.
“Flee from my Lukara, p'takh!”
What the f#ck?
They were Kahless’ words, but spoken with a definitively Human-accented voice. She turned to peer through the sheets of rain behind her, vaguely seeing a Human form holding a bat’leth, shouting no doubt at the two other forms that were but yards from her position. He ran towards one, availing his weapon, but the enemy in question ducked away, sending who Art realized was Peter stumbling towards her. Her eyes widened, especially when she saw his expression. He wasn’t disappointed, or frustrated, but seemed to be rather enjoying himself. Her mouth quirked in amusement at him.
“Do you come here often?” Her beloved asked, jokingly. Artie’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.
The faceless man that Peter had chosen to attack came back to strike against him, and the Yeager’s First Officer made quick work of him. The roughly-human form fell on the ground, and disappeared from the Holodeck. Peter looked at her, a flash of concern passing over his face before Art made a pointed look back out into the deluge,
The last man standing was not expecting to hear a haunting howl, and neither was Artemis. Whereas Art merely started in surprise, the man in question fell forward with a thump that all could hear. The Klingon whipped her head around, looking for the source of the former sound, finding a bulky shadow carrying a large weapon, poised and primed to strike. She knew at once who it had to be, and choked back a laugh.
Can’t even kill anyone in peace! She thought, but now she was jovial.
“Weaklings are what I must deal with today. House Mo'Kai will not be pleased.” The voice was slightly muffled, telling Art that her friend was in full battle armor, and her eyebrows creased as she let that amusement show on her face.
The rain in the program lifted slightly, showing the last attacker get up, covered in mud, and then realize who he was up against. The faceless humanoid saw a bleeding Klingon, a weapon-yeilding Human, and what looked to be a highly-armoured werewolf. He froze, his face full of fear, and then the group heard him speak.
“NOPE!”
As he turned heel and ran, Art started laughing. Taking a breath, she glanced at Peter, holding the bat’leth wrong, and started laughing again. The program, sensing that the game had been won, tapered off the rainflow to a drizzle, and then merely to a humid, wet air. Art sucked in a breath, and turned towards Beinn, and then doubled over, laughing again. “Why…” She shook her head and dismissed the rest of the question.
Taking a few deep breaths, Art gave a happy look to the San-Tarah, and then gave Peter a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the help, guys.” She said, wiping the blood from her face. Looking around, the setting without the thunderstorm wasn’t much too look at, and Art told the computer to end the holodeck program. Her clothes instantly dried, but her skin and blood did not, causing her to shrug her shoulders in slight discomfort. “Ow.” She said, grinning.
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