Two Klingon Sluts
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Category:
Star Trek › The Next Generation
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,800
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Star Trek: The Next Generation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two Klingon Sluts
(This story is set sometime early on in TNG's seventh season. Special thanks to Marc Okrand for coming up with some Klingon terminology that was useful here.)
CHAPTER 1
Axel was not a particularly happy man.
Then again, he was currently unemployed and stuck on Nimbus III, that so-called Planet of Galactic Peace, which also happened to be one of the worst stink-pits in the known galaxy, so he had good reason not to be happy. Between the annoying heat and the even more annoying beverages served in the decrepid bar in Paradise City he was currently sitting in, Axel was sure he would not last much longer like this. He was not one of those 'enlightened' humans of the Federation; he earned his living primarily via smuggling disreputable items to disreputable people. Sitting alone at the small table with his hideous drink - the place didn't even serve decent Altair water - Axel dragged his hand over his dark, unruly hair and over his sweating face, and moaned to himself.
At some point, he became aware that a fairly large group of Klingon warriors had entered the establishment, and were bellowing loudly at the bar. Probably stopping for shore leave, he thought. He lost track of time for a while....until the heavy iron tankard flew across the room and knocked his drink onto the floor with a loud clatter. Axel bolted upright, just as he heard thunderous laughter from the bar.
A burly Klingon male stood gloating in Axel's direction, while his shipmates chuckled behind him. "You human HaDibaH, how you quake so!" he guffawed. "Did the nasty big Klingon frighten you? Hah! What ridiculous weaklings Terra spews forth! He will probably try to frighten us now with the aroma of his soiled undergarments!" He staggered and swayed on the grimy floor as he let loose another volley of laughter, betraying his drunkenness.
Too fed up to respond, Axel shot the Klingon a cynical glance and then walked in the direction of the exit. That was when the taunting Klingon loomed up in his path, the sharp, bony ridges on his forehead practically shaking with rage and battle-lust. "You ignore me, human petaQ!" he snarled. "By doing so, you challenge Murq, son of D'koq! You will not find me wanting!"
Axel really didn't need this. "I'm not impressed, Klingon," he said flatly. "Let me pass."
"Oh? Perhaps THIS will impress you sufficiantly!" Murq, son of D'koq, roared, drawing forth his blade. Suddenly he lunged forward viciously - then crashed into the wall behind him at a shove from both Axel's arms. At a sharp kick in the face from Axel's boot, he slumped dazed to the floor.
Axel may have been smaller than a Klingon, but his family was not one of weaklings.
He was surprised when the other Klingons began cheering and applauding. Some went over and slapped him hard on the shoulders, grinning. "Qapla', human!" one of the warriors exclaimed. "That drunken qoH has been shown the folly of his ways!"
Axel was not entirely sure what to say. Smiling, he finally said "So, he's not a friend of yours?" More laughter, and Axel found himself laughing along with them.
"Murq is hardly worthy of respect," a deep, female voice said behind him, "as you have demonstrated." Axel turned to find that two Klingon women had joined the group. They had probably been in the shadows the whole time, watching what took place.
They both had a strong, regal bearing, though one was older and larger than the other. Their garments were dark green in color. Wide holes were cut in the front of their bodices, revealing their decidedly attractive bosoms, dark-skinned and shiny with sweat. Long, curly, dark-brown hair cascaded over their shoulders. Their hands rested firmly on their hips. Axel found his eyes drawn to their hands: They were encased in soft, green leather gloves, leaving only their fingers bare, which - like the rest of their skin - was dark in tone, with long, fine nails. He finally realised they were both smiling at him.
He liked that.
TO BE CONTINUED....
"HaDibaH" - animal
"Qapla'" - success
"qoH" - fool
CHAPTER 1
Axel was not a particularly happy man.
Then again, he was currently unemployed and stuck on Nimbus III, that so-called Planet of Galactic Peace, which also happened to be one of the worst stink-pits in the known galaxy, so he had good reason not to be happy. Between the annoying heat and the even more annoying beverages served in the decrepid bar in Paradise City he was currently sitting in, Axel was sure he would not last much longer like this. He was not one of those 'enlightened' humans of the Federation; he earned his living primarily via smuggling disreputable items to disreputable people. Sitting alone at the small table with his hideous drink - the place didn't even serve decent Altair water - Axel dragged his hand over his dark, unruly hair and over his sweating face, and moaned to himself.
At some point, he became aware that a fairly large group of Klingon warriors had entered the establishment, and were bellowing loudly at the bar. Probably stopping for shore leave, he thought. He lost track of time for a while....until the heavy iron tankard flew across the room and knocked his drink onto the floor with a loud clatter. Axel bolted upright, just as he heard thunderous laughter from the bar.
A burly Klingon male stood gloating in Axel's direction, while his shipmates chuckled behind him. "You human HaDibaH, how you quake so!" he guffawed. "Did the nasty big Klingon frighten you? Hah! What ridiculous weaklings Terra spews forth! He will probably try to frighten us now with the aroma of his soiled undergarments!" He staggered and swayed on the grimy floor as he let loose another volley of laughter, betraying his drunkenness.
Too fed up to respond, Axel shot the Klingon a cynical glance and then walked in the direction of the exit. That was when the taunting Klingon loomed up in his path, the sharp, bony ridges on his forehead practically shaking with rage and battle-lust. "You ignore me, human petaQ!" he snarled. "By doing so, you challenge Murq, son of D'koq! You will not find me wanting!"
Axel really didn't need this. "I'm not impressed, Klingon," he said flatly. "Let me pass."
"Oh? Perhaps THIS will impress you sufficiantly!" Murq, son of D'koq, roared, drawing forth his blade. Suddenly he lunged forward viciously - then crashed into the wall behind him at a shove from both Axel's arms. At a sharp kick in the face from Axel's boot, he slumped dazed to the floor.
Axel may have been smaller than a Klingon, but his family was not one of weaklings.
He was surprised when the other Klingons began cheering and applauding. Some went over and slapped him hard on the shoulders, grinning. "Qapla', human!" one of the warriors exclaimed. "That drunken qoH has been shown the folly of his ways!"
Axel was not entirely sure what to say. Smiling, he finally said "So, he's not a friend of yours?" More laughter, and Axel found himself laughing along with them.
"Murq is hardly worthy of respect," a deep, female voice said behind him, "as you have demonstrated." Axel turned to find that two Klingon women had joined the group. They had probably been in the shadows the whole time, watching what took place.
They both had a strong, regal bearing, though one was older and larger than the other. Their garments were dark green in color. Wide holes were cut in the front of their bodices, revealing their decidedly attractive bosoms, dark-skinned and shiny with sweat. Long, curly, dark-brown hair cascaded over their shoulders. Their hands rested firmly on their hips. Axel found his eyes drawn to their hands: They were encased in soft, green leather gloves, leaving only their fingers bare, which - like the rest of their skin - was dark in tone, with long, fine nails. He finally realised they were both smiling at him.
He liked that.
TO BE CONTINUED....
"HaDibaH" - animal
"Qapla'" - success
"qoH" - fool