A dis-engagement

“Well you see,” Ranko started explaining and jutted a thumb to her left. You looked over and saw a poster up for some kind of fighting competition called the ‘Mitri’Co Doubles Tournament’ with two people in what looked like a modified boxing ring. “We partnered up for that tournament where we met these bozos.”

“Turns out a female kicking a guy in the face with the side of their foot is a marriage proposal according to him,” Erza gestured to the Klingon guy who started protesting and defending his culture. You just ignored him.

“I was aiming for his forehead,” Ranko grumbled as she sent another dirty look at the Klingon.

“Miss Scarlet accepted my Th’qura!” Proclaimed the Andorian who at this point was turning a darker blue in anger.

“I didn’t know what it meant,” Erza glowered.

“Why did you take it if you didn’t accept my proposal?”

“People give me weapons, and armor, all the time,” Erza shrugged as if it was normal which you guess was turned both back in her home universe and on Prime Earth (she looks great in mass effect Asari commando armor). “And I already gave it back.”

“You can’t just give it—!”

“The fucks a th’qura?” You ask, causing the Andorian to let out a noise of rage and it’s probably only because he was still under the Klingon that he didn’t attack you.

“Shudra! Calm down already, nobody knows about th’qura outside of the colony, stop taking it so seriously,” you look over and see a group of Andorian seated around a table with some annoyed and some grinning faces.

“Necer!” Shdura growled and finally pushed the Klingon off of him but instead of getting in your face, he marched over to what you guess was his group. At the same time as he marched off, the Klingon got up while the human guy dusted his clothes off.

“My claim still stands! Aren’t you humans and your federation all about accepting other cultures?” The klingon sneered at your ladies. You frowned at him before walking over to Ranko and cupped your hand to your mouth to talk in her ear. Her eyes widened a bit as she glanced at you. You suspect that Kyoka was able to eavesdrop on you since you could practically feel her gaze sharpen on you.

“You think it would work?” Ranko asked once you finished telling her your idea. You shrug absentmindedly.

“I mean it couldn’t hurt.”

“Do I need ta say it in his language?” Ranko asked, causing you to open your mouth before pausing. You hold up a finger and check your PADD and run a quick search. A few moments of awkward standing around (to your surprise), you gave Ranko a negative shake of your head. She grinned and marched right up to the Klingon and backhanded him to the ground while her ice cream remained unharmed in her other hand. The **** was such that Kyoka cried out in pain and clasped her ears and people down the street jumped.

“Our engagement is over,” she declared to the Klingon(you should probably find out his name at some point), clenching his bleeding cheek on the ground. She then spat on him. He glared at her.

“You will regret this my ger’vagu,” The Klingon growled as he got back up and growled at Ranko. The Klingon then staggered off with a visible limp.

“Well that was a thing, I think I’m gonna leave,” the human guy said before hurrying off.

“What did that guy do anyways?” You ask, watching the guy leave and turn a corner.

“Nothing, he was standing behind the Klingon and Shu-whatever,” Ranko shrugged irreverently before she went to lick her ice cream which had long since started to drip down to her hand. She saw your brief look and gave a slow seductive lick up the vanilla swirl. You smiled slightly at that.

“Why don’t we all go back to the villa and see what we can get into,” you suggest glancing at Erza, Ranko, Kyoka, and Ino to gauge their input.

“I think you mean who,” Ino said before she leaned forward and gave Ranko’s cone a quick taste. You laughed at Ranko’s gobsmacked expression before she scowled and pulled her cone back defensively.

In a brightly lit office in an outpost only a few systems away from Risa, two humans were idly tapping away at their screens. Suddenly, one of them (interestingly named James Gardner) spoke up, startling their coworker(named Sam El), “You gonna join me in the holodeck later? My guy finally came through.” Sam glared at ‘James’.

“I told ya, I’m not drinking anymore of your Blue Green mix, we got assigned to this backwater outpost after last time!” Sam recalled what happened when ‘James’ mixed an Andoran vodka and Romulan ale along with some controlled spices. They still didn’t know how that admiral’s prized petunia gained sentience and revealed his affair.

“Not my **** guy, my holoprogram guy. My **** guy is actually kinda late now that I think about it. I’ll hail him later,” ’James’ replied. “I got a holoprogram starring those crazy ladies that tore up Risa.” Sam stared at their coworker for a moment.

“Wasn’t that just a couple days ago?”

“Yeah he worked all day on it,” ‘James Gardner’ grinned happily. “I can’t wait to see if all the reports and rumors are true.” Sam thought about it.

Bzzrt bzzrt bzzzrt

The two jumped as an alarm blared. “Incoming emergency transmission,” ‘James’ called out. “I got a small ship on long range scanners and some kind of ionic anomaly.”

“Opening channel,” Sam declared.

“We — damaged — being chased by some —fucking— cube! Requesting —. They —org!” On the viewscreen, a distorted image of a green woman in a sparking cockpit had the audio cutting in and out. The two outpost personnel looked at each other before Sam went to reply.

“Say again? We cannot understand.”

“Bor—! Core dam—dropping!” Suddenly the viewscreen cut off.

“I have them on visual,” ‘James’ switched the viewscreen to show the image of a sleek ship dropping out of FTL. “That’s no good.” A large cube dropped out of warp behind the sleek ship. “That’s really not good.”

“Resistance is futile,” suddenly a channel was **** open and a Borg appeared on the viewscreen.

“Send the alert out!” ‘James’ quickly selected a panel and pressed an acidic green option. They could see the screen indicating that the signal went out before it suddenly cut out. “Since when do Borg jam signals?”

“I don’t know, ask them!” Sam pointed at the viewscreen. “I just hope StarFleet got the signal!” ‘James’ suddenly reached under his console and pulled out a green and blue bottle that he started shaking.

“If the Borg are going to take me, they aren’t getting me sober!” ‘James’ proclaimed before popping the top and taking a long drink. He got up and pulled out his tiny phaser. “Come on Sam! They aren’t getting me without a fight! For StarFleet!” ‘James’ then ran out the door with Sam just staring at the open door.

“What the fuck…”