Darkkitten9389
Supernova
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2016
Lenara listened to Tala and Karen's toasts without saying anything. She merely offered them a small smile and lifted her glass to them in a toast. She was taking another sip from her glass when a Romulan came over to their table. When he neared the table, Lenara glanced up through her eyelashes at the man before he spoke up and as he spoke of them being lucky to be in the presence of crew members of the Protector, she narrowed her eyes slightly as she nursed her drink. However, his next words caused the woman to tense. Lenara's mind was already in a very dark place, the weight of her grief over the loss of Jadzia still weighing extremely heavily upon her mind. When the Romulan continued to sling insults around about her ship and crew, her anger began to surge and her hand began to tighten upon the glass that she held.
However, if it wasn't bad enough that he was insulting the Protector and its crew, this Romulan dared to insinuate that Starfleet officers were trash. He even went to say that Kyle wasn't trash, but a tin plated dictator with delusions of Godhood. By this time, Lenara had to place her drink down or else she would of broken the glass. The Romulan was walking around the table and he came to stop next to her. Next he spoke of how Captain West had joined a Klingon House and he wasn't sure if Kyle or the Klingons should be pitied. This brought the woman to the end of her tether and she was barely hanging on.
Seeing movement next to her, Lenara saw Tala moving to stand and her hand shot out, grabbing the other womans arm in a firm but not harmful grip. Her gaze moved from the glass in front of her and she looked at Tala. When their gazes met, Tala would see the fury that was burning in the womans pale gaze. And it was more then just anger at what the Romulans were laughing about. It was so much more. Lenara was trying to hold onto her normally carefully restrained emotions. But like Doctor Boyd had warned Kyle, Lenara not dealing with her grief was going to be harmful and the Romulan was about to experience just was Boyd was worried about.
If the other Romulans hadn't of been laughing, Lenara might of been about to shake off her anger after a bit and nothing would of come from any of this. But the laughter. It just kept going and going. Loud, mocking and obnoxious. Tala would be able to see the First Officers eye twitch just a moment before all hell broke loose. One moment, Lenara was sitting there, a little tense but looking for the most part, as calm as she usually does. But the next it was like a demon had possessed her. The womans face twisted with anger as she launched herself at the Romulan next to her with a sound of anger. The chair she had been seated on toppled over behind her as she grabbed onto the Romulan, her hands grabbing a hold of his top. "You think you're funny, Romulan?" she hissed. "Go ahead and tell me another joke!" In a display of her extraordinary strength, Lenara lifted him with ease and actually threw the Romulan several feet, causing him to crash into a table.
But she didn't stop there. The first officer was following before he even hit the table and she straddled his body before one of her hands grabbing him firmly, even rather tightly, around the throat. Her fingers were digging into his flesh. "Your kind are nothing but honor less cowards." she said Anyone who had seen pictures of her father would be able to see him in her now as she threatened the man beneath her. Clearly the womans tightly restrained emotions had been let loose and it looked like the first one to be free was her rage and anger, both of which were overwhelming and violent at the moment. And it looked as if she might even be willing to kill the man beneath her, she was so overwhelmed.
However, if it wasn't bad enough that he was insulting the Protector and its crew, this Romulan dared to insinuate that Starfleet officers were trash. He even went to say that Kyle wasn't trash, but a tin plated dictator with delusions of Godhood. By this time, Lenara had to place her drink down or else she would of broken the glass. The Romulan was walking around the table and he came to stop next to her. Next he spoke of how Captain West had joined a Klingon House and he wasn't sure if Kyle or the Klingons should be pitied. This brought the woman to the end of her tether and she was barely hanging on.
Seeing movement next to her, Lenara saw Tala moving to stand and her hand shot out, grabbing the other womans arm in a firm but not harmful grip. Her gaze moved from the glass in front of her and she looked at Tala. When their gazes met, Tala would see the fury that was burning in the womans pale gaze. And it was more then just anger at what the Romulans were laughing about. It was so much more. Lenara was trying to hold onto her normally carefully restrained emotions. But like Doctor Boyd had warned Kyle, Lenara not dealing with her grief was going to be harmful and the Romulan was about to experience just was Boyd was worried about.
If the other Romulans hadn't of been laughing, Lenara might of been about to shake off her anger after a bit and nothing would of come from any of this. But the laughter. It just kept going and going. Loud, mocking and obnoxious. Tala would be able to see the First Officers eye twitch just a moment before all hell broke loose. One moment, Lenara was sitting there, a little tense but looking for the most part, as calm as she usually does. But the next it was like a demon had possessed her. The womans face twisted with anger as she launched herself at the Romulan next to her with a sound of anger. The chair she had been seated on toppled over behind her as she grabbed onto the Romulan, her hands grabbing a hold of his top. "You think you're funny, Romulan?" she hissed. "Go ahead and tell me another joke!" In a display of her extraordinary strength, Lenara lifted him with ease and actually threw the Romulan several feet, causing him to crash into a table.
But she didn't stop there. The first officer was following before he even hit the table and she straddled his body before one of her hands grabbing him firmly, even rather tightly, around the throat. Her fingers were digging into his flesh. "Your kind are nothing but honor less cowards." she said Anyone who had seen pictures of her father would be able to see him in her now as she threatened the man beneath her. Clearly the womans tightly restrained emotions had been let loose and it looked like the first one to be free was her rage and anger, both of which were overwhelming and violent at the moment. And it looked as if she might even be willing to kill the man beneath her, she was so overwhelmed.