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Sunday 25 April 2021

The Redskirt Strikes Back

Gorranz chuckled as he crouched to scoop the unconscious woman into his arms and slung her over his shoulder, a meaty hand resting on the exposed curve of her hip. The muscular Orion shifted to spread the woman's weight, feeling her sizable breasts against his back, and began plodding along the starship's corridor, heading for the cabin where he'd stashed the rest of his captives.

Four of them were already spread throughout the cabin, in poses that allowed their minimalist uniform tunics to only just protect modesty. Three of the four had mustard-yellow stripes adorning the front of their tunics while the fourth, a Vulcan who'd looked disdainfully at him even as she crumpled to the deck, wore a tunic bearing a wine-red stripe.

Lowering his latest captive on an empty table Gorranz took a moment to admire her almost-Orion level of beauty. Glossy black hair had spread as he placed her down, like a dark halo, and the nature of her tunic drew attention to her feminine physique.

Shaking his head the Orion slipped from the cabin, choosing a direction at random, and starting walking, a hand on the master-crafted dart-gun that was his favourite weapon. The sound of weapons-fire, the whine of a phaser and the solid thud as a disruptor bolt struck something, had Gorranz up against the wall, a healthy amount of self-preservation slowing his advance to a crawl.

Poking his head around a corner Gorranz grinned upon seeing a woman in a red-and-black tunic facing away from him. Pulling back he loaded a stun-dart into his weapon, giving it a final once-over, and then stepped into the middle of the intersection, pressing down on the dart-gun's trigger.

The woman jerked aside as the stun-dart sailed past and Gorranz stared in shock as she smoothly turned and fired at him, the orange beam striking in his chest and driving him back. The Orion fought to remain conscious as the woman approached, inwardly groaning when he noticed her jet-black irises.
"Two things Orion. One, don't try sneaking up on a Betazoid, and two, don't mess with Starfleet!"

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