Girls Night Out XVII: Back Alley Brawlers

Posted on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 6:18pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor & Commander Fiona McCray & Commander Yuna Raza & Lieutenant Commander Selune
Edited on on Mon May 28th, 2018 @ 6:18pm

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Mission: Operation: Risa!
Location: Risa, Rome arcology, the seedy section, Bacchanalia
Timeline: 2265

Street fighting: From Fedepedia, the Federation encyclopedia

Street fighting is a colloquial term used to denote unsanctioned, illegal in some countries, hand-to-hand fighting in public places, between individuals or groups of people.
Unlike sport fighting, a street fight might involve weapons, multiple opponents or revenge and has no rules. The venue is usually a public place (e.g. a street) and the fight often results in a serious injury or even death.

The main difference between street fighting and a self-defense situation is that a street fight is potentially avoidable, whereas a self-defense situation is not. A typical situation might involve two men arguing in a bar, then one suggests stepping outside, where the fight commences. Thus, it is often possible to avoid the fight by backing off, while in self-defense, a person is actively trying to escape the situation, using force if necessary to assure his or her own safety. In some martial arts communities, street fighting and self-defense are often considered synonymous.



"Charlie's boys... jumped me on way to bank. They' coming back any minute now... they said they finish me off, taunt me about it. Please... just help me get back inside so I can call cops!" his Federation standard had a slight accent to it and a different dialect. Wherever he was from, he definitely wasn't Risan.

"I need to get you treated first. Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you," Yuna placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Char, can you get a medical team?" Yuna turned her attention back to the man, realizing that the scuffle they had heard earlier was most likely this dude getting his ass whupped from here to next week. A proper internal guilt trip promptly ensued.

"...thank you..." the man closed his eyes and slumped again. A quick check of his pulse showed that he was just unconscious, not dead.

Fiona finally looked around and noticed Char and Yuna checking out something in the club's garbage as Char unzipped first one pocket of her jacket, then another, then another and she began patting herself down. She gave Selune a quizzical look and moved to catch up with the other two women.

"What's oop?" she started to ask.

"Awwwwwww unbelievable! That old fortune teller stole my communicator!" the Vulcan vixen said with a grimace. She shook her head sadly, "I'm such an idiot! Little delay on that call for help, Yuna..."

There was a sound at the mouth of the alleyway... a scuffling noise that indicated a number of footfalls.

"That's too bad girlies... 'cuz yer liable to need some help here in a minute if you don't clear off right quick," a voice said from the shadows as a gang of poorly-dressed thugs stepped into the dim light of the club's exit

Yuna stood up again, her skirt once again skimming the high part of her thigh as she clenched her fists. She felt underprepared and slightly tipsy, but determined to make a stand.

"I won't let them hurt you," she promised quietly, to herself as much as to the unconscious victim at her feet, and she readied herself for whatever was about to come her way.

"There's a man layin' in tha' garbage," the engineer was a little slow on catching up to the action "looks hurt." She glanced up at the approaching thugs and one eyebrow went up.

"How precious... she wants to mix it up!" One of the thugs snorted and they began to converge on the little group around the fallen man.

"Step off sugar, you'll break a nail!"

The pointy-eared minx moved in slightly behind Yuna and assumed a combative posture. "She keeps hers trimmed short... but I might break one..."

Selune couldn't help but look down at her own hands and idly wonder what it would be like to have nails instead of claws. Poor creatures, she mused, "Is breaking nails a common problem?" she wondered mostly to herself.

"Seriously, Wong? We kick your ass and let you live a little while longer an this is your plan? Get a buncha whores to fight us off? Man, you really shoulda let us just have your stand and let it go. Now we're gonna kill you AND your stinkin slags to boot!" The lead thug pulled out a long curved knife, the blade gleaming in the dim light of the dirty alleyway.

The scot's jaw dropped and she winced. "You really shuid no hae called her thet..."

The thugs were done with banter as they moved to encircle the women, who had adopted a defensive position around the injured civilian. "Hey Jimmy, lets not waste em... take them to The Pits, huh?"

"I think you will learn to regret calling us whores," Yuna said slowly and carefully, enunciating each word as though she were explaining something to a small child. Thugs generally didn't have brains any wiser than children's, so hey - the ridicule was worth it anyways. She silently thanked the Gods that she carried no wallet or purse that could be a hindrance, and tucked her credit scanner into the well padded cleavage of her dress.

She waited patiently for them to make their first move. And she was not disappointed, as she didn't have to wait at all.

The first one to make a move was the thug with the knife, who made a feint to her left with the blade, in an obvious ploy before he switched back and swung right, intending to cut her face and startle her. Amateur.

Yuna took a step forward towards the man and his blade, automatically putting him on the defensive. With a quick movement she took control of his wrist and his arm, twisting his arm behind his back until the muscles threatened to tear. Her grip, however, was broken by someone behind her jostling for position. Damnit. An arm snaked around her neck, trying to get position for a sleeper hold even as she wrestled for possession of the knife.

The rest of them moved in, bum rushing the women in a wave, in a tried and true mob tactic. After all, they outnumbered the foursome three to one, and they were, after all, only women out for a night on the town. How dangerous could they possibly be?

A large bruiser stepped in on Fiona, intending to wrap her in a bear hug. He was slow and he reeked of some sort of smoke, and he literally lumbered as he moved. Fiona gave a little squeak and dropped beneath the lumbering lunge, then she gave him a quick hard jab to his pride on her way through his legs. He sucked in a lungful of air and then exhaled with a slight squeaking noise as he grasped his manhood and slowly sank down to his knees. "One.. punch... from a broad..." he wheezed.

The little celt popped back up on the other side of the kneeling goon, adjusted her bodice back up and then shoved the thug the rest of the way over with a backwards kick to the head.

A lithe long-haired young man and another who looked as though he could be his brother moved in on Selune, intending to force her back up against the wall where she would have no escape. The look in their eyes was filled with malice, and their grins were quite unpleasant to behold.

In a stunning display of Caitian reflex, Selune snapped a strike into the first man's forearm as he lunged forward, intending to simply grab and hold her down, instead finding himself overbalanced with an arm flung wide and completely blocking off his fellow thug from her. She followed up with a sharp jab against the base of his jaw, making up in finesse what she lacked in strength, causing a small pop as his jaw dislocated and he stumbled back moaning in pain.

Wincing and shaking her hand, she took up a stance that was flared to look more impressive than needed as the ringing in her head slowly cleared. Her opponent, suddenly hesitant at the unexpected change in odds, began to take a step back so she simply dashed forward with him, pushing him back, kicking out his leg and forcing him to tumble to the ground before jumping back up. The only real injury being to his pride, but it was quite a sting.

A rather healthy specimen who had apparently eaten the rest of his family stepped in on Charybdis, while a quick and agile partner worked to flank her. Char raised an eyebrow at the red-haired bearded giant, then cocked her head slightly. "It's because I wore the really high heels, isn't it?" she quipped, and the giant shrugged as he moved cautiously forward.

Maintaining eye contact with him, her foot lashed out behind her in a powerful mule kick, spinning the smaller creeper around before he hit the wall behind him then collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut to the dirty ground of the alley. The giant's eyes grew wide, and Char suddenly found herself reconsidering her strategy. So much for 'save all my attention for the big one', she thought as he roared and charged her.

Meanwhile, Fiona was beset on two sides by men simply trying to punch the wee engineer in the head. Neither of them was particularly skilled, but all it would take was one good punch to stun her and they could finish her off.

The problem was hitting her. Even tipsy Fiona was quick and agile, and she was no slouch when it came to defending herself. They might not have been highly trained, but she was, and she'd been training with Yuna fairly regularly too. She was used to fighting her older brothers and had no qualms about fighting dirty if it came down to it... and today might qualify, but not just yet. For the moment she seemed to be content to keep them busy chasing her around though. It actually looked like she was rather having fun.

The arm around her neck cut off her air supply, making her vision dim and her grip on the thug as well as the knife loosen. It clattered to the ground and she made a conscious decision to not let this idiot get the better of her. He expected her to fall unconscious, so she allowed her body to drop, elbowing him in the guts as she did so before twisting and rolling out of the way.

"Dammit, you got my dress dirty!" she exclaimed as he fell to his knees, the breath knocked out of him.

The two hoodlums were fast and determined, and while Selune was dancing around them launching occasional strikes and throws, it was not ending the fight, and there were still more waiting to take their place. Finally deciding that they weren't about to give up, Selune began to inflict more damage on her duo, twisting a punch and turning with it until a tendon snapped. Deflecting a kick followed by a punch, let her snap the blade of her hand against an exposed throat before kicking him towards his encroaching allies with narrowed eyes, suddenly glad she hadn't drunk as much as the others. She knew for a fact she wouldn't have held her rage in as well as her friends.

The big man came at the dark-maned seductress in a rage, and she smiled. Charybdis'd had just enough ale tonight to really not care that much about concepts like compassion or Starfleet regulations, or withholding her strength. When he came at her she just smiled, shifted her weight, took hold of his hand as he grabbed for her and redirected his momentum with classic Starfleet Academy judo. The less than classic part was where she was thinking about a man who had professed to love her, yet had taken her for granted and treated her as a convenience... it seemed she was a little angry about that.

Because when she added her own strength into it, the giant ended up embedded somewhat in the bricks of the alley wall. He had not gone through it, but there were definitely bricks and mortar that had fallen and he would likely need to spend some recovery time in traction. She dusted off her hands and smiled, then turned to see who was next with rather a malicious grin on her face. Finally a chance to cut loose... and I don't have to worry about hurting anyone.

Fiona darted past her. "Be a loov, would ya Char?" she said and jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the two thugs on her tail. The angry amazon clotheslined the first as he moved past her, whipping her forearm into his throat with a satisfying gurgle before he spun to the ground, then she grabbed the second one and hauled him completely into the air, chuckling rather unpleasantly as she did so.

"Not my little buddy, no no no... now something unpleasant happens to you, hmm?" He flailed at her to get her to let him go, and she obliged him by flinging him down to slam him bodily into the pavement, where he groaned and curled up, much to her satisfaction.

The little celt kicked the knife out of the reach of Yuna's combat then paused to catch her breath and assess the situation.

"Jaysus... there's like an acre oov these idjits."

"Frig me dead, I wanted a night out, not a brawl!" Yuna grumbled, taking care of business the only way she knew how. One after the other she hooked, kicked, and elbowed her way through the crowd, fighting as though a woman possessed.

Down the alley, the injured man awoke, and started to drag himself towards the door of the club.

An acrobatic leap off of a wall lent extra power to a devastating kick, and Charybdis dropped another one to the ground rather viciously, likely with a broken jaw. It was then that she saw the main concentration were now collecting on Yuna and Fi. Seeing her friends in peril, sufficient sense returned to her to remember to use team tactics. Char started wading in, spinning opponents out of her way before using one of the thugs as a vault horse to drop into position on Yuna's flank, where she started using her reach to keep their remaining opponents at a distance.

"Is this where I'm supposed to have an amazing plan?" the violent Vulcan asked sarcastically

"It'd help!" Yuna quipped.

Fiona put her back to Yuna's and motioned a come on to one of the bad boys. He just grinned and held up a finger. The Scot frowned and her eyes widened, then both of the women closest to her heard a curse.

There was the distinctive sound of a disruptor whining to life.

Someone had brought a gun to a street fight.

"Not fair!" Yuna squeaked, and made a break for he who wielded the disruptor, attempting to tackle him only to find out he wasn't alone.. his friends had disruptors too, and absolutely no sense of fair play. Disruptors that they were willing to use.

In rapid succession shots rang out in the alley, even as the leather-clad officer tackled her peers, trying to get them out of the line of fire... but to no avail. In only a few short seconds, all was deathly quiet in the alleyway. Because no matter how good you are, it's just damned hard to outmaneuver a disruptor shot.

The world went white and tingly for the ladies of the Bonne Chance... then everything went black.

 

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