3 December Word: Sport

[Kim]

This week's word is brought to you by the letter "S"


Sport


Don't forget to check out the rules thread. I found a timer that you can install on your screen to keep track of your 15 minutes.

Kim

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[Kim]

A Sporting Chance

The scene: a tired looking room with two desks, each facing a doorway. A boy sat in a corner, surrounded by a colorfully marked up board and a dozen markers on the tray. A few stray toys lay around his feet as he glared at the interruption.

Kathryn looked around, stunned. This was supposed to be the sewage overflow that lead to the prison cells – not a low-level manager’s office with his kid playing with model spaceships.

A weary looking man sat at one of the desks, facing her with a low tech weapon pointed at her chest. “Yes?”

She estimated the time it would take to deal with him – shoot him, deal with the boy, or simply acknowledge the rightness of her cause and ask for help.

“Please,” she said, holding up her hands, the phaser still in one. “Please. My officer has been held here. All I want to do is find him and get him out of here.”

“Your officer?” The weary face transformed with a hearty chuckle. “Then you must be Captain Janeway.”

She narrowed her eyes. Surely no low-level manager in a waste-management position was going to know her name.

“Convenient for you to come by,” he remarked, hitting a keypad on the desktop. “You do realize that the one thing that I needed to complete my domination of this sector was your ship…”

The wall behind the boy dissolved into sparkling atoms, and now she saw the row of well-armed soldiers standing behind the child. Their weapons trained on her, their gaze unwavering, and they were far too close for her to think that they might miss.

“I think you should maybe… I dunno… that password was kinda easy to figure out.”

The old man nodded at the child’s comment, but didn’t look away. “I’ll tell Avonus to find another one then.”

“Okay,” the boy said and looked up at the guards. “And she’s got her hands up. You know that means she’s not going to shoot you. You should put your guns down. Mommy says that you should be extra nice to ladies.”

Kathryn’s mouth twisted into an ironic grin. She could only hope that those guards would think was that she needed a sporting chance. Chakotay was in this place, somewhere. She had abandoned her ship, her crew and probably her sanity to rescue him, and die if she must, he would be saved.

The severe pain in her right arm made her drop the weapon, and she felt the blood drain from her face as it must have rushed to the wound made by the old man’s gun.

”You’re the Overlord,” she said, feeling faint.

“I am. But not a stupid one,” he said, and shot her again.

She rolled over and saw the clock.

That’s the last time I’m ever playing one of Tom’s stupid holodeck programs, she thought, and settled back to sleep.



-end-


With abundant thanks to D for the link to this site
Evil Overlord Site which is inspiration for a dozen stories.

Kim, who wants to know where her ducks are

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[KerryW]

A Simple Test

“All right, we’re ready to get started.”
“Must we?”
“This won’t take long. I’ll say a word, and you’ll tell me the first thing that pops into your head.”
“I hate these.”
“A common response. Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Sport.”
“Sporting chance,” said the captain.


“Ready?”
“Just go.”
“Sport.”
“A black eye,” said the chief engineer.

“Ready?”
“Of course.”
“Sport.”
“A genetic offspring having characteristics not immediately apparent in either of its parents; a genetic abnormality,” said the former borg drone.

“Ready?”
“Sure.”
“Sport.”
“Parisees squares,” said the Ops officer.

“Ready?”
“Go for it.”
“Sport.”
“Some kidding around,” said the helmsman.

“Ready?”
“Proceed.”
“Sport.”
“In which context?” said the security officer.

“Ready?”
“Whenever you are!”
“Sport.”
“A bit of fun, as you’d say,” said the morale officer.

“Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Sport.”
One blink, then two.
“You’re not supposed to think about it. Sport.”
“Me.”
One blink, then two. “I’m sorry?”
“Someone with far too much patience,” said the first officer with a shadow of his usual smile.

The ship’s doctor laid his PADD face down on his desk. “Perhaps just keeping up with them is a sport, in and of itself.” He considered the thought, and, with a smile, went to suit up, the final goal in sight.

Finished. (ten minutes, four seconds)

[Kim]

Kerry, that's MAGNIFICENT!!!

Thanks for writing!
Kim

[anne3rose]

Watch out, Dakota! I'm typing straight into here again!

10:30 pm

Janeway stopped abruptly and wheeled around. Tom almost fell over as he tried not to smash into her.

"I don't want to, Lieutenant." She stared at him, but he didn't flinch.

"But, Captain, everyone will be there."

She started walking again -- fast.

He jogged to keep up.

"It would be good for morale."

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

He knew he was getting to her. "You wouldn't have to sing, or dance, or anything. You could just help me emcee."

She kept walking.

"On old earth game shows, they always had female host. It won't be authentic otherwise." Tom voice began to twist into a whine. Authenticity wasn't his strongest card, but he was running out of arguments.

"Time's up, Mr. Paris." Janeway stopped in front of her cabin door and tapped the panel. The door whooshed open revealing Commander Chakotay, standing with arms crossed, filling the doorway.

Janeway slid past him without a backward glance.

"Captain!" he called after her, trying to shoulder his way past Chakotay, but failing.

Chakotay adjusted his stance, putting his hands on his hips, and drilling Paris with his eyes.

"Captain! Be a sport!" Paris called after her again.

Janeway chuckled as she took a cup of coffee from the replicator and carried it to the couch.

Tom's shoulders slumped and he gave Chakotay a dejected look.

Chakotay grinned and began to step back into the room.

Tom's eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled a PADD out of this jacket and tapped on it, calling up a picture of a 20th century duo of game show hosts, then he handed it to Chakotay.

Chakotay's eyebrows rose as he took in the sparkling emerald gown the woman was wearing.

Tom and Chakotay exchanged a look as Chakotay handed him back the PADD.

Chakotay turned and walked toward the couch. As the door slid shut Tom heard him say, "Kathryn, maybe you should reconsider this...."

10:45

[Kim]

ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!

And you didn't like the word!

Kim

[Dakota]

I finally go around to writing this one.

SPORT

"Well, you can't really call boxing a sport." The captain's comment was tossed over her shoulder as she entered the turbo lift.

"Why not?" Chakotay challenged the captain's comment.

"For one thing, you're not competing against a person. It's easy to accept defeat when it's a computer controlled image that beats you to a pulp."

"It's still defeat."

"Your ego isn't at risk like it would be against a living person. It can be hard to walk away graciously when you know you're going to be seeing the person again in a few hours on duty."

"No one else on the ship likes to box."

"Now that's surprising. I can't imagine why everyone isn't flocking to spend thirty minutes being beaten up my the first officer."

"They could just as easily beat me."

"Like anyone would dare try." Kathryn paused. "Except maybe Tom or B'Elanna. But he values his nose the way it is and I'm not sure you'd face her in the ring."

"Boxing is a sport. There's not much I can do to prove my sportsmanship if no one will come into the ring."

"You could try another sport."

"This is beginning to sound interesting. Did you have something specific in mind?"

"Hoverball. 19:00. Tonight. Against a living opponent."

"And who do you have lined up to take on the ship's first officer?"

"The captain." Kathryn spoke over her shoulder as she exited the lift headed for engineering.

"You're on. Don't be late." Chakotay consented before directing the lift to the bridge.

=^=

Chakotay was breathing heavily as he walked over to Kathryn. She was leaning forward with her hands on her knees catching her breath. They had just ended the third of three games, three long, closely contested games.

"Good game, Kathryn. You almost had me in the last one."

Kathryn looked up still gasping for air. "You won. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

She straightened and walked over to pick up her tile. "It's easy to be a good sport when you win."

"Is that an invitation to another game?"

"Not exactly. I was just making an observation."

"Perhaps you'd like an reward of some sort for your good sportsmanship in the face of defeat?"

Kathryn studied him. "Can I choose my reward?"

"Sure, but no more than four cups of coffee." Chakotay tossed his towel over his shoulder.

Kathryn studied his face as she flipped her towel behind her neck. "No, not coffee this time."

Kathryn pulled Chakotay's towel off his shoulder and flipped it over his head. Deliberately she pulled his head lower and kissed him one long, slow, sensuous kiss. Then she pulled the towel around and stuffed it against his chest.

"Rematch tomorrow. Same time." She smiled as she sauntered off the holodeck. "Only tomorrow, the winner gets to pick the reward."

[Keanna]

I finally wrote something for this but it grew so I'll just post the url. I've just realised that it has the same title as Kim's story, I hope you don't mind Kim.

A Sporting Chance