Joint Personal Log | Cmdr PontBrillant & Envoy Mikkal of Atlantis Prime | "The Long Ride Home"

Posted on Thu Aug 28th, 2014 @ 12:44am by Vlimar PontBrillant & Mikkal

815 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Turbolift 2 and beyond
Timeline: Part 2 of Coronation Log - PontBrillant's Canon

... continued from "Before the Kiss, A Redcap"

-=- Turbolift 2 -=-

Vlimar escorted the silent male into the Turbolift. As they entered, the tall man turned to look at the Commander and as the door closed, he leaned towards Vlimar's ear and said "We can probably work together..."

The Frenchman, keeping a straight face, waited for the doors to finally close and the man's voice to fade away. As it happened, Vlimar looked at Mikkal, smiling. "Computer, lock lift." he ordered. The computer obliged.

Following the beeps of compliance, Vlimar immediately jumped towards Mikkal, wrapping his grip around the man's throat, and squeezed, not knowing if that area on the Atlantean anatomy would be receptive to such manoeuvrings. As his hands pressed deep into the throat, Vlimar felt Mikkal's windpipe against him, and squeezed, using the leverage to push the diplomat against the elevator's wall, to which his shorter height but stronger stature was definitely overwhelming to the bronze man.

"If you ever threaten my Captain, or any other member of this crew, my crew, my family, you will not get a second chance.", he growled aggressively, his voice dangerous and low.

Mikkal felt the hands closing his dual windpipes, as well as his nerve endings flex around the heavy handed attack. Being a more intellectual, tall race - and not a true member of the warrior castes - he couldn't fight such things, nor was his neck designed to withstand such stress. The raw rage he was facing had never before been experienced, not that the Atlanteans did not feel rage -- actually feeling stronger emotions that humans -- but physical violence was usually not the means used to express those emotions when off the battlefields. He felt his breathing, usually slower than a resting human, was completely stopped, and that, since Atlantis Prime had an oxygen environment slightly in higher than Earth's standards, began to drain him, panic him. His eyes focused on Vlimar's pure blue eyes, while his hands slowly reached towards Vlimar's.

"As for us working together, indeed, you will need to work with me so you get enough protection to survive until your departure.", the Commander stated, coldly, releasing Mikkal immediately after that sentence, pushing him violently against the wall. Mikkal's head hit the bulkhead again, then as easily as it all started, Vlimar went back to resting and smoothed his uniform tunic as if channeling another valiant Frenchman; Picard.

Mikkal, holding his throat where two deep blue marks had already settled as proof of his misfortune, looked at Vlimar in complete puzzlement and surprise. He was concerned for his safety and yet couldn't help but feel his anger growing by the second. "You have committed a diplomatic incident, Commander. You shall regret this." he stated.

Vlimar, who had been facing the doors again, turned his head to Mikkal with an upswept brow. "Regret this?" he asked. "I think you are misjudging the situation..." he added, while a slight, cool smirk of his own. "Computer, Brig.", he called, looking at Mikkal. "Your call, bronzy." he said, looking back at the doors.

Mikkal kept his eyes on Vlimar the entire time. As Vlimar commanded the lift to bring them to the brig, he valued his options. From the current standpoint it was clear to Mikkal that a diplomatic incident had been committed against him. However, due to the nature of the situation and the previous conversation, he actually thought about Naval-Inspired rules of law: If he did want to evoke a violation of his diplomatic rights, he would have to plead the Captain for it, stand a "at-large" trial until returned to shore. Now, including the fact that the Captain was probably going to rule against him and that no witnesses existed and the fact that the male next to him seem seasoned, bearing a Command-level rank insignia and seeming to have his Captain's trust, lead him to believe that evoking the violation would likely lead to nothing -- except further reprisal from the man and, perhaps, his Queen. Mikkal closed his eyes, and muttered. "You won the battle, Commander." He said, swallowing and shaking his head. "But the war just began." he added, looking back at the door.

Vlimar nodded. "Computer, whatever deck are the Junior Guest Quarters area.", he called, looking at Mikkal. "That's all you are going to get." he grinned, "We'll be watching you..."

Mikkal nodded in understand and shook his head in shock. He knew he had been defeated, but as the saying goes: "It's never over for an Atlantean.". Vlimar knew to expect more. It was plain to see that Mikkal was already planning how to get it back to him. Revenge, after all, is a dish better served cold.

-=- END LOG -=-

Commander Vlimar PontBrillant
Chief of Operations
USS Vindicator

&

Envoy Mikkal of Atlantis Prime
Ship (unwanted) guest
USS Vindicator

 

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