USS Dark Fire (IC)

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Xiana hadn’t advised on another human’s matters in a while, at least on a theme so common. It felt nostalgic, although the topic wasn’t favorable.

“I understand what you mean, and I see why you’d think that. I don’t want you to think your process was unsensical. The lack of clarity stresses the point, though,” she explained. “Many humans indicate their want of physical interest by leaning in or motioning towards it. Many prefer to be asked outright. Either way, certainty on what they want is important for everyone.”

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t possibly tell you what led to that reaction, but it’s clear he didn’t welcome it. Consent is important in physical interactions, even in established relationships. What is just a casual kiss to one person might be very critical for another.”

“I know the adrenaline of such a heightened environment can lead to impulsive decisions,” she continued, “but while it explains them to a degree, it doesn’t always justify them. We reserve the right to refuse intimacy, as I do hope you know and practice as well.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1528

Yito:​

“Humans consider a kiss intimate?” She asked, confused. Humans and their emotions and psychological process were more complex than her own processes, and that was saying something.

“Bajorans kiss as a greeting and a departure. I intended no.. disrespect. I’ll not kiss anyone else until they tell me it’s allowed.”

“Is sex allowed, or is that intimate as well? There are several species and cultures that regard sex as a matter of course, and it isn’t intimate.” Was oral sex the same level of contact or less, more perhaps?​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Many do, many don’t. Each human is different. Some are very open with intimacy, some not at all, some are a mixture. It truly depends. Like every species, each person is unique in preferences. What is an everyday occurrence for you and I could be hurtful to somebody else. When it comes to intimacy… well, it leads to more complications.”

“I understand your confusion and I don’t want you to feel like I’m villanizing you,” Xiana insisted with a comforting look. “With the Lieutenant, a kiss could’ve been far more personal than expected, perhaps considered a violation. I truly don’t think you’re a bad person, Ensign, but intent doesn’t undo harm.”

She was about to suggest talking to him before recalling what she had mentioned. “I’m unsure how this will proceed or how he’ll act, but I’d suggest giving him space. Even if this wasn’t the cause of resignation, he is clearly troubled with something and an argument rarely leads to resolutions.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1530

Yito:​

“I see,” Yito replied, though she didn’t. If relationships or friendships were this complicated for humans how had they ever crawled out of the mud long enough to mate much less build the society they had?

“Thank you, I’ll give him space.” She added as she stood. “You make sense, for a Human. I hope he speaks with you soon so he can get better as well.”​

 

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◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“I’m glad you do. In the future you might experience humans who would’ve welcomed that kiss no problem, but while unfortunate, at least now you know his preferences,” she offered.

Xiana mirrored Yito’s stance. “I hope so, too.” She imagined it was unlikely, the variety of cancelled appointments considered, but there was always a chance. Granted, she’d understand otherwise. “Do you need anything else?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1533

Yito:​

“No,” not in the short time the human had until her duty schedule ended. But then she couldn’t expect a human to provide her with a complete analysis of the Human psyche in a limited time frame. “I hope he changes his mind before he or I die.”

Walking into the hall she left the Counselor with that and headed for the observation lounge. Maybe she’d start working the night shift, so she didn’t have to deal with fleshlings anymore. And then she could be in the observation lounge while they all worked.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
“The Chief did not send me down here,” Hora replied bluntly. She took a deep breath, letting the weight of her decision settle over her like a blanket. Then, with deliberate grace, she brought her drink to her oh, so kissable lips. She took a slow, measured draw from Orion’s Belt, the smoky warmth curling in her chest before she set the glass back down.

“In a few hours, I’m going to gamble the fate of the entire Federation on this ship and this crew,” she declared, her voice steady, unwavering. “I’m going to order us into the wormhole—straight into the unknown, into the Andromeda Galaxy.”

She leaned back, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass as she continued. “The admiral wants us to retreat, to pull the most powerful ship in the quadrant back to the heart of Federation space, near Earth and Vulcan. It’s a sound strategy, low risk, predictable.”

Her eyes looked directly at 2nd Lt Araiza eyes. He could see the conviction she had. “But what the admiral does not understand is that this is no ordinary ship. Yes, she is a technological marvel. That much is undeniable. But what truly makes her great—what makes this mission possible—is the crew. Every single soul aboard this vessel is ready to give everything, to defy the odds, to rewrite history.”

She inhaled deeply, then exhaled as if releasing the last of her doubt. “So tell me—am I a fool for placing my faith in this crew?” Hora asked, her gaze piercing.

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“Well, since you insist on my opinion,” he replied, fixing his posture and inhaling briefly.

“It’s not the crew that should be questioned in my opinion—it’s the decision. Wanting to be a martyr and being a martyr are two different things. Not everyone has that sacrificial Klingon mentality—and even if they have it, that doesn’t mean they should die. These people have families and friends; they exist beyond what they signed up for.”

“I know we all signed up for risk when we came on board,” he continued casually, arms crossed over his muscular chest, “but even risks should be calculated. One thing is doing the best you can with what you've got; another thing is working on theory. These aren’t weapons or inventions, Cap. The worst consequence I had with a mistake in the labs was a cut or a burn, followed by a second chance. Even then, I was as calculated as I physically could. Things like this aren’t. Personally, I’ve had enough sleepless nights and funerals. I’m tired of the people at my level and under taking the short end of the stick.”

Araiza leaned back on his seat, shrugging. “But I’m not captain. You are, so I’m sure you’ll do whatever you want no matter what I say. Reeves should be able to give some better feedback. Guy’s probably the smartest one on board.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
Hora smiled at Araiza’s comments before turning her attention to the ship’s AI. “I see… okay. Dark Fire, calculate the risk of entering the Andromeda Galaxy,” she asked.

The AI responded, its voice calm yet calculated. “Unable to calculate due to insufficient data on the Andromeda Galaxy. However, if the galaxy mirrors the Milky Way, the risk is significant. The Federation frequently encounters hostile species—Borg, Klingons, Romulans—many of whom have plotted its destruction.”

Hora’s expression hardened. She had expected that answer. “Dark Fire, assess the risk of employing a defensive strategy against the Silver Parasite,” she continued.

The AI hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding. “Insufficient data. However, preliminary analysis suggests a severe threat. The parasite has already commandeered a space station and multiple starships.”

She turned back to Araiza, her gaze unwavering. “In war, perfect knowledge is a luxury. The enemy obscures information, manipulates perception, and forces us into uncertainty. Neither the Admiral nor I have the intelligence to make a fully informed risk assessment. But if we take Dark Fire into the Andromeda Galaxy, we gain knowledge—and potentially, allies.”

Her voice sharpened as she addressed the next point. “You say ‘people at my level’ always get the short end of the stick. That’s not accurate. Look at Dark Fire’s captains—one is dead, and I took phrase fire in both my legs. Commander Reeve fought with his gut torn open, holding himself together just long enough to win. I’ve lost two Commanders—our security chief, our strategic operations officer—both gone. Two Admirals. Gone. Dead. If I calculate losses per capita, it’s the senior leaders who are paying the highest price.”

She paused, taking a deliberate long pull from her drink before continuing. “But if your argument is that even one death is too many… you’re right. Tell that to the Silver Parasite. We didn’t seek this war. I waited—held fire—longer than I should have, trying to prevent this conflict. And even now, I don’t know if we’ve killed a single parasite. Most are adrift in space, orbiting a star. Maybe some perished when the enemy’s massive ship exploded—but even that is uncertain. Its fragments attempted to reform. And I have no clue how many parasites were on board to begin with.”

Hora set down her glass, leaning forward. “This is war. Every soldier on this ship serves at the pleasure of the Federation. Dark Fire is a warship—our duty is to defend, to fight, to risk our lives for the Federation. We accepted that when we signed up. And me? I want to be here. Now. At this moment. Because I believe I can make a difference. My decisions may determine whether this war ends with fewer deaths.”

She let that sink in before issuing the challenge. “The Federation needs its best warriors. Are you one of them? Can you shorten this conflict? Can you make a difference?”

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Araiza pushed some hair back with his hand. He hadn’t argued that there were concrete risks. That had been his entire point to his conclusion. Out of fear of redundancy, he figured arguing about it would be useless. Frankly, he didn’t care enough to try.

The term ‘losses per capita’ seemed to push a button on the male, and not a good one. He was livid, but he kept a level tone. He immediately fixed his posture. “Oh, per capita, isn’t it? So every person on the bridge is immediately more valuable than those on the frontlines? What a comforting thought, isn’t it? Hey, your husband is dead, but we clearly have it worse if one of us dies, so it’s okay! As a comfort, here’s a poorly planned ceremony and a counselor who day drinks during business hours. If you have any follow-up questions, feel free to ask them after we decide on what to have for brunch tomorrow!”

He let out a laugh at her follow-up statement. “So which one is it, Cap? One death is more than enough, except the ones you find more valuable? Shit, at least Marcus did his best to keep it even. Tell me, does Reeves get a bonus from having to also play babysitter, or was that in the job description?”

“I’m not here to lecture you on risks of war because I’m all too familiar with them. I’m at least trying to stress not to do shit just to do shit. Maybe I’m not the right guy to give advice on that, but you don’t win entire wars just winging it. Then again, what’s a few private deaths to someone like you, right? We go per capita, so go crazy! Maybe I’ll even leave a note for the guy to take my place to start using our officers for trials instead of test dummies.”

Araiza got on his feet. “Maybe I have a rep for being a dick, but at least I can say I spent every second on board trying to make sure our guys came back home. And if those advancements keep them—them—safe, then I did my job. I don’t give a shit if this is a warship. I could care even less if they signed up with a death wish. I could scream and complain for weeks, and I still would never believe they’re expendable. You can accept the loss of war and still be tactical. Marcus understood that just fine. I guess we serve the Federation, but only when you think it’s best? So our soldiers have to follow orders, no questions asked, but you’re the exception to the rule? How wonderful.”

“Then again, what do I know? You’re captain for a reason, and I’m no longer your employee,” Araiza reiterated, getting out of his seat and pushing it in carefully. “Ooh, do I get to go to breakfast if I make a difference? I’ve watched K’alena bust her ass to keep our people in line and the Chief stretch herself thin making sure this ship’s operating smoothly, but how could unnecessary losses compare to the reward of scrambled eggs?”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to see if there’s any bar left on this thing where people won’t bother me. Maybe I’ll go say my goodbyes to some of my buddies, considering they could be dead in a few hours, ” he said, his tone nonchalant. “You have fun hitting on your subordinates or whatever the fuck you do on your downtime.”

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora
Hora knew all too well how some humans reacted when losing an argument—they lashed out, turning frustration into aggression. She had been on the receiving end more times than she cared to count. It was a familiar challenge for her; being a stunningly beautiful Orion was difficult enough, but being a brilliant one—a Fleet Science Medal recipient capable of outmaneuvering even the sharpest minds in debate—only intensified the resentment.

Orions had long been underestimated in the realms of intelligence and science, dismissed by outsiders who failed to recognize the profound contributions of their people. Yet, they possessed some of the most advanced medical treatments in the Alpha Quadrant, and the Orion Institute of Cosmology was widely regarded as the finest in the known galaxy.

Still, Hora knew that pointing out the flaws in Araiza’s statements would only escalate his anger. She had no desire to humiliate him further, nor did she want him leaving the table with a warped perception of the ship, its leadership, or the Federation itself.

She stood up, her presence commanding without needing to raise her voice. “Second Lieutenant Araiza, you are not excused. That is an order,” she said, her tone firm but controlled. "I don’t think you understand how resignation works. Military personnel—especially those deployed to a war zone—cannot simply walk away from their duty. Anyone attempting to resign in such circumstances faces severe repercussions: court-martial, lengthy imprisonment, and dishonorable discharge. Think about it—if resignation were permitted, any soldier assigned to a dangerous mission could just opt out. Wars are not won by soldiers who quit when the stakes are high."

She held his gaze, offering him both reason and reassurance. "You know that your leadership cares about every person aboard this ship. You know we are all committed to the mission, doing the best we can to succeed. Second Lieutenant Araiza, you are a talented, capable weapon designer, and we need you on this team. Now, how about you return to your seat, and we continue this discussion calmly and rationally? Who knows—you may even convince me to take a different course of action."

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

If he had a penny for every contradiction he kept hearing lately, he wouldn’t have had to work in the first place. Araiza couldn’t stifle his laughter. “Legal repercussions? On the basis of what? Of a loose definition of war that you’re ignoring your own directors on, by your own admission? On the basis of contract, despite me being done with my service commitment after fourteen active years? We’d be the bad guys if we left our post, but you’re entirely justified in likely sending us into a death trap that you were explicitly told not to do? That’s rich.”

“Personally, I have no problem risking dishonorable discharge or fighting a lawsuit, because I truly, with every fragment of my soul, would rather risk prison time than provide service to someone living by a double standard.”

“And trust me, if I believed even for a second that everyone in leadership was as equally serious about the little guys, I wouldn’t be as disappointed as I am now. I’m sure many are. I’ve met and worked alongside them. But you willingly share that you value your own more and think some poor threat of retaliation is enough? Flattery and empty threats don’t mean anything to me. I left Earth because I was sick of using my knowledge to hurt other people needlessly, only to come onto a ship that is led by people more than happy to allow people to be hurt needlessly.”

“I shouldn’t have to convince you to do anything. You got picked as captain; you’re supposed to be taking the best courses of action and listening from the start. I don’t know what the hell you all talk about over there, but if this is a preview? I thank the universe for every headache I ever got down here. Enjoy your drink, Per Capitain."

He gave a final nod and went to close his tab, exiting the bar and the Red Section completely. He knew he’d be deserting the place entirely eventually; Araiza just wished it’d come with his unloading, rather than distaste for its visitors. Nothing good lasted, he supposed.

“Dark Fire, tell Reeves to meet me at my workshop,” he still was working on cleaning out. He was angry, but not enough to leave a mess for the next guy. “Not urgent, but important.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1600

Reeves:

Walking the halls of the ship Commander Reeves wondered what Mr. Araiza wanted. Had he punched the Captain, or fucked her?, was he wanting to confess his sins? Or was it something else entirely? Had he gone back to work and finished another weapon?

Or was this a new problem altogether? Well whatever the man wanted he’d find out soon enough.

Acknowledging several salutes as he walked he barely recognized some of the officers, he needed to update himself on the crew. Granted knowing every one of the 2500 officers aboard this ship was a daunting task.

Stepping into the work area he looked around taking in the ordered area before walking over the Lieutenant.

“How can I help you Lieutenant Araiza?” he asked calmly.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

The room empty, only the shuffling of items was audible. Araiza huffed, a few cases being sorted on the table.

“Araiza works just fine,” he breathed. Technically, he had given up his title. It was never crucial to him anyway. He rolled back his shoulders and walked up to the commander.

“Need you to have this,” he explained, reaching into his side pocket to retrieve a small item. It couldn’t be much larger than a traditional SD card. “Got no idea how fast they’ll let me go or arrest me or whatever, but this has more blueprints and other stuff I’ve been working on for over a year. I do everything on my own personal OS, I guess I just didn’t trust anything else, and that’s been wiped, so…” he shrugged.

“But I don’t wanna just take it with me ‘cause it has potential,” he explained, returning to the boxes and his organizing, “that and it’s taken too long to just get rid of it. The stuff that’s too risky to try out while on the ship is marked so don’t ignore anything.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1603

Reeves:
“I’m sorry,” Reeves said raising an eyebrow as he looked at the outstretched hand and the device in it. “You seem to be under the impression that you’re allowed to ‘quit’. In order for you to resign your commission you are required by regulations to give a minimum of nine-month notice. And seeing as how we are at war with the ‘Silver Parasites’ as the have been named until they are given a formal name, any attempt to ‘refusal to do your due diligence and provide all regulatory duties’ can result in your court-martial and possible execution under Federation Laws.”

“As it is, I have not received any formal reports, complaints, or documentation surrounding any Resignation of Command. So I’m going to assume that you need to take an emergency leave for your mental, physical, and psychological health. Which I have the authority to grant. I will allow one week, consisting of seven federation standard days, for this emergency leave.”

“Also, as I have not seen any formal complaint, and only heard about the event informally from the Chief Engineer, who heard it informally from you, and not via appropriate documentation, I have spoken with Ensign Seja, and she has already had a meeting with the Counselor concerning her actions. She has had the incident noted in her file, and I gave her a formal reprimand. She will also be changing her duty cycle so that there will be no further interactions initiated by her. If that isn’t sufficient, please inform me of were I can alleviate your concerns.”

“As such, you are relieved of duty for the next 172 ours, Lieutenant Azaira. Get some rest, and I request that you come to my residence this evening. It’s my turn to cook. If you’d like something in particular, I’ll do my best to make it. And do you have any food allergies, or dietary requirements?”​

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

“I’d argue I’m allowed to do-“ Araiza couldn’t help his eyes from widening. He could handle the threat of prison, but execution? “Jesus Christ, man,” he answered. He was sick of the environment but also didn’t feel suicidal just yet.

He crossed his arms as he heard the rest of the commander’s description, prepared to jump right into the proposal of him returning before he moved onto the topic of the ensign. While listening, he seemed to bring his arms closer to his chest, his shoulders tightening.

Araiza wasn’t sure what to say, mostly because he hadn’t expected it. He truly didn’t anticipate any actual repercussions, as shameful as it sounded. The last conversations on the matter hadn’t been quite optimistic, making the assurance all that surprising.

“Huh…” he began, looking for a good follow-up. Odd for someone as mouthy as he was. “Thanks.”

The invitation to dinner led to a funny look on his behalf. “I don’t get it. Why are you inviting me to dinner? ” And cooking for him, no less? Was he planning to spit on his food or something?

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1605

Reeves:

“The Counselor has instructed me to ‘socialize more’ and to try and to 'just be a human once in a while'. And although you are in my Chain-of-Command, I leave the Engineering Department to The Chief. And on my walk down here I realized I don’t know very many of the personnel outside of a face and rank. And a great many of them not even that. The memorial service made me realize I don’t know enough of the staff, the people, in my Command. They were just parts of a ship that moved and did a task.”

“But everyone here is more than that. You are husbands, wives, kids, parents, aunt’s and uncle’s to someone. You are not replaceable parts. You’re all living breathing people.”

“I need to change my way of viewing people, and inviting you to diner is a start for me. Granted I’ll probably never join a card game, especially the illegal ones, but at least when I turn a blind eye to the chief’s still. I’ll understand better why and whom I’m doing it for.”

“L’Sa cooks one night a week, and tonight is my night. Everything else is replicator food.”

“I was planning on steak, but my wife is vegan, animal protein is against Vulcan custom. Cooking just one steak is … well sad. Being able to cook for another person is welcome, we can have vegan or vegetarian if you’d prefer.”

“If you get to our quarters at 1800 hours, that would be best.”
​

 

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◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

He remained silent for a beat or two. The guy hadn’t bothered with him for years, beyond what was absolutely necessary. Yeah, people changed, but what the hell was going on? Should he be suspicious? Welcome it? He’d made a pass at his wife like a week prior. Would it be rude? Since when did he question himself so much? Perhaps he’d already been executed, and this was some weird hallucination while he bled out.

Steak did sound good, but having an unprompted dinner with a guy he’d been disrespecting every which way since he first started working there sounded very spontaneous. He hated feeling like a bad person, but if he was also going to make an effort, he’d need neutral territory.

“I appreciate it, but I’m not too big on dinner,” he explained. Theoretically not a lie, considering how most of his meals were consumed while on the job or on the go, if not skipped altogether. “Tell you what. I’m trying to find some good pubs outside of the Red Section. Why don’t we meet for a drink after dinner?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1605

L’Sa:​

Hopefully the human would be more resilient and ready for the motions she’d be required to endure. The climate of the quarters had already been adjusted for her soon to be student which made it cold for the slender Vulcan.

With candles lit L’Sa listened to the harmonic chanting of the Monks of P’Jem as she waited and meditated. Meditation would also allow her to control the biological reaction to the cold air that her nipples were experiencing. She could already feel the hint of Pon Farr warming her blood, but meditation would help with that as well.

Reeves:​

“Very well, Mr. Araiza. Ten Forward at 19:30 hrs. I’m sure you can find it, or the ship can assist you. And if I’m going to be late, I will be sure to inform you.”

“And I apologize for being late earlier, I should have informed you.” he added, stiffly but honestly. It wasn’t often an XO apologized to a lower rank. But it did happen.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ ALFREDO ARAIZA ▻​

Would it be too crass if he pinched himself? A second apology? What a rapid-fire day it had been. “You’re weirding me out a little, Reeves,” he admit, taking a box.

“In a good way,” Araiza added, disappearing into a storage closet.

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Dressed in a thin, black set of leggings and a tank, Xiana couldn’t decide if she was nervous or excited about the upcoming activity. She was anxious to perform badly, but grateful for a distraction after quite the heavy day.

Upon entering to her friends’ quarters, she took slow careful steps, reluctant due the previous heaviness. She looked a little silly once she noticed no pull on her. “You’ve adjusted the gravity? Will you be okay?” the counselor asked, going mute to take in the environment. “Is this all for…”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1610

L’Sa:

“I walk in Human gravity all day long, a little longer will not interfere with my muscle tone.” L’Sa replied gesturing to the living area. Her very blonde hair ponytail bouncing as she moved. If it hadn't been obvious before, her pointed ears revealed her Vulcan blood.

“I will go slow as some of the motions are unusual until you are comfortable performing them. Would you like to start with neuro-pressure or strikes and defense?” She asked, slightly annoyed even though it didn’t show on her face or in her voice that her nipples were still reacting to the cold air and the fabric brushing across them. And for once she was able to see the counselors' curves as well.

She must be noticed by a great deal of the ship's crew. She thought to herself. Moving into the living area she made sure the candles were in the right place and wouldn’t interfere with the Counselor’s training.

She herself had chosen a teal set of leggings and a loose white cut off shirt of Jordan’s that he had discarded due to wear in the lower half. Once cut off it provided her with suitable coverage and still allowed her to move.

Though Jordan liked to watch her practice naked.


Reeves:

“It’s Commander,” Reeves replied softly. He’d work on the man’s respect later. For now at least it seems he’d pulled him back from the brink of no return.​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

“Well, I do appreciate it,” Xiana replied, following the Vulcan into the living area. She had neglected to put her own hair up, but she was sure she could improvise with her length if it came to it.

“Neuro pressure sounds intriguing,” she said, standing still before the other woman. She happened to notice her chest in a brief glance, but she attributed it to the environment changes. Biology truly had a mind of its own.

She felt a drop of sweat scurry behind her ear. Must’ve been the proximity to the candles. “Should I remove my shoes?” she asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1610

L’Sa:

“Yes, when we get to the strikes and blocks it will be required.” L’Sa said as she moved to stand behind the other woman.

“This are neuro-pressure points that will incapacitate most sentient life forms that have a vocabulary.” She said as she moved the Doctor’s hair out of the way to access her neck.

Moving slowly she showed her a half dozen places, neck would result in unconsciousness, rib cage just under the arm pit would stun the affected arm, inner thigh would paralyze legs.

Then she touched places on her spine, calling them out in a clinical fashion, even though her fingers were as light as a lovers on the Doctor’s back.

“These, depending on the speed and force of the pressure, can permanently cripple an opponent either with pleasure or pain.”

“Now, on me show me the points of just shown you, be not ashamed if you make a mistake. I will correct it so you learn the right place.”​

 

[sereneotter00]

◅ XIANA MARLOWE ▻​

Xiana wondered if L’Sa could feel the chills washing over her spine with every touch. It was hard not to react, but she did her best and remained quiet and attentive. She knew imagining something intimate as a possibility was nonsensical .L’Sa wouldn’t possibly have those implications, especially in the home she shared with her spouse.

Taking a quick inhale, she turned around and faced the woman. “Please let me know immediately if I hurt you,” or otherwise, “I’ll do my best.”

A bit hesitant, she did her best to recollect what she had felt previously. She cautiously went spot by spot, not applying an excess of pressure and staying in the outer areas. When she attempted to replicate over the inside of her thigh, she stopped and looked up, as if wanting to confirm it was okay to proceed.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stardate 29870605.1615

L’Sa:​

“Please continue, but pressure points on the inner thighs are higher by four point three centimeters. On the interior side of the tendon. It can either be strike with force or gripped and squeezed. Striking is better as it stuns the nerve ganglion paralyzing the leg.”

Jordan would be in for several exiting hours this evening. It was good that their quarters were sound proofed. Would sounds of their sexual congress affect an infant or child? They’d have to soundproof the child’s room before it reached walking age.

Bending over she felt the fabric slide across her skin and she paused her breath as she took the other woman’s hand and showed her the proper places.

If stroked lightly it encouraged copulation, hard enough of a strike and permanent paralysis would occur. But that was true for most of the pressure points.​