Angela_Starfire
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You can't have the femme without the fatale
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Kes checked Angela for injuries. When she didn’t find any, she tried bringing her around. After a moment, Angela shifted and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to register where she was, but suddenly everything came flying back and with a growl she hoisted herself to her feet. “Anne, what on earth is going on? What happened to you, are you ok?” Angela kept her eyes on the two wool-headed ox’s in front of her as she responded “they’re just up to their usual games... but they went too far this time.” Kes glanced from Angela to the men and back again “what do you mean? What happened?” Angela glanced at Kes “I tried to break up their fight and along with some rather choice words about ‘minding my place’” She spat the last word “Blotto decided to throw in a Vulcan nerve pinch.” Kes’s jaw dropped “min... minding you’re... you’re place?” She didn’t need to ask what that meant in Klingon talk. Now she was mad too. “Ok, what do we do?” The fight had turned into some sort of celebration now that both men were without their respective weapons. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense.” She replied, grabbing Kes’s arm. “Follow my lead.” She approached the two men and they paused momentarily to look at the both of them. Angela’s green eyes held nothing but contempt and pent up rage and she stared at Satian. Kes did her best to copy the look, though she knew she fell short. Without a word, and before Satain had time to react, Angela hauled off and decked Satian square in the mouth, setting him back on his heels a bit. Ignoring the torn skin on her knuckles, she grabbed her stunned husband by one pointy ear and yanked him unceremoniously from the pile of rubble-that-used-to-be-furniture. Kes wasn’t going to try Angela’s first move, but she didn’t hesitate to grab Blotto’s own ear (much as it was a stretch for her on the big man.) Her look may not have had the same murderous qualities of Angela’s, but her own anger and disappointment more than made up for it as she chastised him. “Look what you’re making me do Blotto. God, I’m so embarrassed... I’m a counselor, not a baby sitter!” Joint Post Lt. Kestra Daes Ships Counselor USS Crazy Horse & Cmdr. Angela Starfire Executive Officer USS Crazy Horse
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