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Free Enterprise - A Bridge Over Troubled Water - Chapter 26
Approximately two days later, Dr. Kori's prediction came true. Tamara simply refused to show up for bridge duty. No amount of hailing her quarters would get a response.
“Internal scans reveal the Commander is in her quarters and is in a highly agitated state.” Ensign Debora Stone reported to Tyr who was closeted in the Ready Room with Khan.
“Thank You, Ensign. Please have Lt. Commander Gilgamesh report to my Ready Room, ASAP.” Tyr ordered.
“Aye, sir.” Stone replied, and immediately relayed his order.
“Khan, I will be unavailable . . . . . I don't know how long. . . . .” Tyr started.
“I understand, my brother. May the Divine be with you.” Khan said.
A second later, Tyr's First Cousin Lt. Commander Gilgamesh ( who's the splitting image of Tyr, except he was bald, and was two shades darker ) stepped in and was given brief and concise orders.
As, Gilgamesh exited the Ready Room and took the central seat on the bridge, Tyr got into the lift and headed down to his quarters to make preparations.
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Tyr was ready to make his assault. He was dressed for bear as he strode down the corridor to Tamara's quarters. He was well aware that he was going to meet resistance, he just didn't expect so much.
As Kodiak Pride's Uber Alpha male, he expected to be challenged by other males of his Kodiak Pride who were also interested in Tamara. He just didn't anticipate having them challenge him all at once.
The tactic was not unheard of in the annuls of Nietzschean history. When a particularly powerful Alpha held sway, the other males would conspire with each other to kill two birds with one stone. Take down the Alpha and then present themselves to their object of desire.
It usually wound up in horrible failure. It amounted to multiple butts being kicked, and serious injuries. What was left, the Lady was not interested in, for she only had eyes for the Alpha.
All of this went through Tyr's mind and he walked up on the group of men assembled outside of Tamarra's quarters. Several were at work, attempting to pry the doors open, while the others stood guard.
Tyr glowered, growled, and roared a universal challenge at the group of 19 men. All valuable members of his crew, and all members of his Kodiak Pride. They all answered and attacked as one.
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Some time later, a bruised, lacerated and battered Tyr, emerged victorious. He totally ignored the door to Tamara's quarters and purposely strode further down the corridor to the nearest Jefferies tube. From there he accessed Conduit A45, and began to crawl along it's length.
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Tamarra was hiding out in her quarters. Actually hiding out, in a corner of her bedroom with a fully charged phaser, set to kill.
She'd heard the noise at her door and knew it was none other than her self-elected “prospects” attempting to gain access. But, even with the heavy duty torches they'd brought it would take them a day or two to get in.
“By then, I will either go stark raving mad, or be dead.” Tamarra thought cryptically as another “flash” hit her. She was seriously considering putting the phaser to her head and ending it all.
So deep was Tamarra's concentration that she nearly did not hear the tiny sounds above her. She immediately stopped her mental rant, looked up and pointed her phaser up at the exact spot. A ceiling panel crashed to the deck and none other than Captain Tyr Anasazi rapelled down behind it.
However, Tyr was not dressed in uniform. He was kitted out full Nietzschean attire: Chain mail singlet, leather pants, matching boots, bandolier festooned with weaponry, and dreadlocks loosed. Smelling of sweat, blood . . . . . pure man.
Totally headless of the fact that Tamarra was holding a phaser on him, Tyr reached up, expertly yanked the rappel rope down, coiled it neatly and clipped it to his belt.
“Oh . . . . . . .My . . . . . Gawd!” Tamarra thought, as the mere sight and sent of him started her Vulcan blood howling.
“What are you doing here, Captain?” she managed to whisper evenly as she kept the phaser trained on Tyr.
“I believe you know, Tamarra.” was his gentle response.
“I cannot allow you to do that, Sir.” she croaked, her mouth suddenly gone dry.
“It appears that you don't have much of a choice.” Tyr replied. “What the hell happened here?” he continued, as he frowned and looked around her bedroom. The place was in a complete shambles, and every stick of furniture had been smashed.
“I had a wee fit of pique.” she replied, and shrugged, still holding the phaser on Tyr.
“You call the wanton destruction of Starfleet property a wee fit of pique?” he asked.
“I trust you will not put me on report, Sir.” she replied.
“No, I will not, however . . . . . . “ he started. Then WHAP! In a lighting quick strike, he'd knocked the phaser out of her hand and it flew clear across the room. “. . . . I do take exception to an armed phaser being pointed at me.” Tyr continued.
“I. . . .I . . . .” was all Tamarra could say.
“Tamarra. I don't want you to die.” Tyr said as he edged closer to her. Tamarra's green eyes widened as she backed away from him, backing right into a bulkhead. She mentally cursed the bulkhead in three languages.
“Starfleet Uniform Code 115, Paragragh B subsection 2. Officers are not allowed to fraternize . . . . . . .” she started. The Nietzschean was simply too close. She was on total sensory overload.
“It is not considered fraternization if two officers love one another.” Tyr said. Tamarra gazed into the depths of the Nietzschean's eyes which she only now realized were light brown, and saw the unvarnished truth. Tyr was there because he truly loved her.
“I do not wish to die either.” Tamarra said.
“You do realize that due to your so-called 'fit of pique' you've unwittingly rendered your quarters uninhabitable.” Tyr stated. Both Nietzschean and Vulcan stared into each others eyes. The unspoken invitation hung plainly in the air.
“Okay, let me get a few things.” she said, as she picked her way through the rubble which used to be her quarters.
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