Klingons Causing Mayhem
Posted on 2025, Mon Sep 29th, @ 10:20am by Vice Admiral Jack Reacher Jr & Commander Alesha Veyra & Lieutenant Aubrie Fox & Civilian Lurok Brann & Sa K’Var Mok’tal & Commander Jack Riley Jr & Lieutenant JG Eska
1,812 words; about a 9 minute read
Mission:
Episode 2 "Demons of the Past, Friends of the Future" - USS Halo
Location: Various
Timeline: Few Hours After Onboarding and Down To Business
As Lieutenant Aubrie Fox made her way down the bustling corridor toward the Promenade, the vibrant sounds of conversations and laughter filled the air. Suddenly, amidst the lively atmosphere, her communicator chirped to life, cutting through the noise.
“=/\= Ops to Lt. Fox, Admiral Reacher, Commander Riley, and I’m also patched in with Lt. Eska. We have an urgent situation developing. We’ve received reports of an altercation on Beta Promenade. The fight appears to be between Sa K’Var Mok’tal, the Klingon Liaison Officer to Task Force 17, and Lurok Brann, a Klingon male who owns The Iron Flame Klingon Grill. Their disagreement has escalated significantly, and bystanders are already getting caught up in the chaos—one individual has sustained injuries. We need you to respond immediately. =/\=”
=/\=On my way=/\=
Fox's heart quickened as she adjusted her course, her training kicking in as she prepared for the situation ahead.
“=/\= Ops to Lt. Fox, Admiral Reacher, Commander Riley, and I’m also patched in with Lt. Eska. We have an urgent situation developing. We’ve received reports of an altercation on Beta Promenade. The fight appears to be between Sa K’Var Mok’tal, the Klingon Liaison Officer to Task Force 17, and Lurok Brann, a Klingon male who owns The Iron Flame Klingon Grill. Their disagreement has escalated significantly, and bystanders are already getting caught up in the chaos—one individual has sustained injuries. We need you to respond immediately. =/\=”
Jack sighed and tapped his comm badge.
“Acknowledged, Ops. Reacher here. Lieutenant Fox, Lieutenant Eska—move now to Beta Promenade and begin containment. Commander Riley, I want you with me on-site—bring your planning head to this before it spins further out of control. Secure the area, protect the civilians, and keep the Klingons from tearing the place apart. I’ll be en route now to take command directly....” Then looked to Commander Verya. "You'd better come as well'
With that, Reacher and Verya took off.
“=/\= Ops to Lt. Fox, Admiral Reacher, Commander Riley, and I’m also patched in with Lt. Eska. We have an urgent situation developing. We’ve received reports of an altercation on Beta Promenade. The fight appears to be between Sa K’Var Mok’tal, the Klingon Liaison Officer to Task Force 17, and Lurok Brann, a Klingon male who owns The Iron Flame Klingon Grill. Their disagreement has escalated significantly, and bystanders are already getting caught up in the chaos—one individual has sustained injuries. We need you to respond immediately. =/\=”
'Sounds like a job for station security, not a strategic planner from the theater staff, but ok,' Riley thought to himself before responding and saying he was on his way.
“=/\= Ops to Lt. Fox, Admiral Reacher, Commander Riley, and I’m also patched in with Lt. Eska. We have an urgent situation developing. We’ve received reports of an altercation on Beta Promenade. The fight appears to be between Sa K’Var Mok’tal, the Klingon Liaison Officer to Task Force 17, and Lurok Brann, a Klingon male who owns The Iron Flame Klingon Grill. Their disagreement has escalated significantly, and bystanders are already getting caught up in the chaos—one individual has sustained injuries. We need you to respond immediately. =/\=”
"=/\=On my way.=/\=" Eska responded as she grab her medkit, that she kept at the door. Then she bolted out the door and was heading for the Klingon grill.
The deeper one descended toward the Promenade, the more the tone of the station shifted. The usual hum of commerce was fractured by the echo of shouts and panicked footsteps reverberating through the corridors. What began as a low rumble of voices quickly sharpened into the unmistakable roar of a Klingon bellow, followed by the crash of something heavy shattering against a bulkhead.
By the time the officers closed in on Beta Promenade, civilians were already spilling out of the entryways, pushing past one another in desperate attempts to get clear. Fragments of conversation—“they’re killing each other!” … “somebody stop them!” … “medics, hurry!”—swirled in the air, a frantic prelude to what lay ahead.
At the final bend before the Promenade proper, the smell of charred meat and ozone drifted through the corridor, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The sounds of a scuffle—armor scraping, fists striking, guttural Klingon curses—grew louder with each step. Security officers barked orders inside, trying to contain the scene, their voices nearly drowned out by the chaos.
The promenade, usually alive with commerce and chatter, was chaos incarnate. Civilians scrambled for cover, shops slammed down security shutters, and the air filled with shouts in both Standard and Klingon. At the epicenter, two warriors clashed with raw fury — Sa K’Var Mok’tal, Klingon Liaison Officer to Task Force 17, and Lurok Brann, the broad-shouldered owner of The Iron Flame Klingon Grill.
Blood streaked the floor where a civilian had been caught in the fray.
That’s when Lieutenant Fox burst onto the scene.
Her blonde hair, tied back but already coming loose from the sprint, caught the light of the promenade’s overhead glow. To civilians, she might have looked out of place — a sharp-featured, striking figure in uniform — but there was no mistaking the grit in her eyes.
Sliding low beneath a haymaker from Lurok, Fox drove her shoulder into the Klingon’s abdomen, staggering him with a grunt. She locked his arm, muscles straining, trying to force the warrior down. Gasps erupted — the blonde Starfleet officer was taking on a Klingon like a seasoned warrior.
Sa K’Var barked a curse and smashed a forearm across her back. Fox staggered, pain flashing across her face, but rolled with it and came back up swinging. She rammed Lurok into a storefront wall hard enough to crack glass, braid snapping loose strands across her face. Bruised, blood at her lip, she squared her stance and raised her fists again.
“Come on,” she growled.
The crowd had no time to marvel — the fight was seconds from exploding.
Then a voice thundered through the chaos.
“Enough!”
The Promenade froze. Civilians stopped mid-motion, security stiffened, and even the Klingons halted, fists trembling in midair.
Admiral Jack Reacher stepped into the fray. His presence radiated authority. His eyes swept the scene, locking briefly on Fox — he gave her the slightest nod, a rare acknowledgment of her grit and skill against impossible odds.
Then his gaze burned into the Klingons.
Sa K’Var faltered, recognition dawning.
“You… you are Admiral Reacher… Commander of the Beta Quadrant Operational Theater.”
The words rippled through the crowd, weight heavy enough to drag the tension down. Both Klingons reluctantly lowered their fists.
Riley arrived on the scene and was determined to let station security handle the situation. One of the Combatants, being a foreign liaison in one of their Task Forces, was not a good look, and he mentally made a note to follow up on it later.
One of the onlookers said to a friend 'Pretty wild to see this kind of commotion.'
To which Riley replied, "Just people being people, ma'am. Not much to see really, Klingons are a naturally martial species.'
Eska had entered the scene. Several civilians were injured. She spotted Fox, who was still standing and seeming still ready to finish the fight. She turned towards the first person who was on the floor and got to work.
Reacher’s voice carried iron.
“This promenade is not a battlefield. You will both stand down and answer for this — but not before the civilians you endangered are cared for.”
Security officers surged forward at his order, forming a perimeter and beginning to separate the crowd. Sa K’Var Mok’tal and Lurok Brann bristled, but the weight of Reacher’s command — and his rank — forced their shoulders down.
Fox, blood still at the corner of her lip, refused to take a backward step. She wiped it with the back of her hand, blue eyes fixed on the Klingons like a predator daring them to try again. Her chest heaved, hair loose from its tie, but she stood tall — unshaken, battle-ready.
Reacher’s gaze flicked to her. “Lieutenant… stand ready. They twitch wrong, you put them in the deck plating.”
The Klingon Liaison, Sa K’Var, swallowed hard at that, his voice rough.
“I… understand, Admiral. There will be no further dishonor here tonight.”
Lurok Brann snarled but finally lowered his fists, spitting blood to the side in defiance — though even he dared not meet Reacher’s eyes.
The promenade, though battered, slowly exhaled as the chaos bled into order. Civilians leaned on medics, shutters creaked back open, and the roar of Klingon rage was replaced by the hum of triage and security boots.
Fox shifted her stance, rolling her bruised shoulder once but never lowering her guard.
Reacher stepped closer to Riley, his voice dropping low with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Well, Commander… next time Ops calls us down here, maybe they’ll tell me it’s just a malfunctioning replicator. Be a damn sight easier on my blood pressure.”
He glanced at the two Klingons, still glowering at each other under guard. “Two Klingons, one grill, and half a promenade torn up. Remind me to add ‘mediator of family squabbles’ to my job description.”
Then his voice hardened again, carrying across the ruined stretch of promenade.
“Sa K’Var Mok’tal — you will report to my office tomorrow morning, sharp. We’ll be discussing this incident in detail. Consider this your official summons.”
Reacher gave Riley a sidelong look. “Tell me, does this fit into your ‘people just being people’ theory… or do I need to start handing out shock collars?”
"It definitely fits...especially when referring to Klingons...I'd even consider this one of those 'move along, nothing to see here' type of things...actually....Move along Folks! Nothing to see here. Move along, be about your business. What you've all never seen a few Klingons have a tussle before!?" Riley started hollering and walking in front of the crowded that had formed. The sight of redshirted Commander shouting caused most to start moving away from the scene. Her returned to Reacher.
"Dont we have a meeting to go to, station securities got this, we can chat with our rambunctious Liason later." Riley said to Reacher.
“Well I can agree, now I have to get some paper work done before they meeting, see you in about an hour” Recher stated then turned and walked off
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