Title: Training Session

Author: GroovyGoddess
Archive: Where I post it.
Category: AU Mirror Universe
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Storm & her team
Summary: Training with Security-planetside
Warnings: Language
Betas: Stigmartyr
Disclaimer: Not making any money this is just me having fun and playing in the Mirror Universe.

AN: With graciousness, I was able to ‘borrow’ one Sgt E. ‘Mac’ McGuire. Sgt McGuire is Copyright
© 2001-2010 Stigmartyr762, All rights reserved. My works are registered by My Free Copyright.com.
My work may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way
without my written permission. Thanks.

© COPYRIGHT NOTICE.
Briana Storm Ki’Tara(n) is Copyright © 2001-2010 GroovyGoddess/PMS Productions. All rights
reserved. My works are registered by My Free Copyright.com. My work may not be reproduced,
copied, edited, published, transmitted or uploaded in any way without my written permission.
Thanks.

Also a Huge Thank YOU to the individuals that let me borrow their original characters as well, Imara
is (C) her creator as well!
Enjoy!

Alright the Major and Captain Forrest approved my training session, planet
side. The cargo bay has been fun for me. But these big tough MACOs need
some ground training with me. Besides which, Commander Tucker is starting
to get annoyed with me adjusting the gravity in the bay. Or just straight turning
it off, and watch my floating team.

‘Hunt the Kitty’ should be fun. I just have to ensure that I keep six feet in front
of these bastards. Some really seem to take my sessions seriously. McGuire for
example, Hard-ass has his weapon. Wonderful? I will definitely be sure to give
him a run for his creds. Hmm? Wonder if he’s adjusted the output, otherwise, I
will be in Dr. Phlox’ care once again.

Norman, D’Auggie, and Evermore won’t take it easy on me either, but they
aren’t bringing weapons. Well their daggers. I can handle them. Imara is being
cautious and keeping to herself, I wonder what she’s thinking, but I have told
them, no telepathy from the boss. All of my other abilities will be utilized, but
no scanning the team. Not like I could scan, Hardass or Evermore. And
Matt...oh for the love of....that boy needs...yeah!
The Major has bridge duty, and suggested using the transporter. “To give you a
bit of an advantage, love.” I decided that I needed to practice my piloting skills,
and we’ve just landed. I explain the rules to the team, “Whoever wins gets to
choose their reward. The winner will be the one that captures me. And NO
permanent damage. I don’t want to see Phlox. However everything else is fair
game.” I turn and start running full-out, I miss being outdoors and putting my
Ki’Taran skills to the test.

Seems they are trying to decide whether to work as a team, “What, split the
reward?” “What if we don’t want the same thing?” or as individuals. Imara
sighs loud enough that I can still hear her. I change my focus to what’s in front
of me. I said I wouldn’t scan my team, but that doesn’t mean, I’m not scanning
for four footed danger in front of me. I smell a fellow predator. But I don’t
hear or see anything in my mind. “Hmm?” And then I spot the forest in front
of me, run or swing? I decide to leap and catch the lowest hanging branch,
using my momentum, I swing up and onto the branch. I sit for a moment.
Listening to the team still arguing. I can’t help but laugh. And then I smell the
predator’s scent again. It’s a spicy scent.

Then I smell Orion pheromones in the air. Imara obviously has had enough,
and decided to annoy them. A few missed their shots, Phlox informed me. ‘Go
Imara.’ So many of the crew still can’t figure out why I asked for her for my
team. I’m not as stupid as I pretend to be with some. Imara has brains
underneath that beautiful exterior, and her pheromones are an addition to my
tactical team. The Major likes his men strong and dangerous. I prefer my team
dangerous- intellectually. They not only live longer, but they can take out a
threat permanently.

Whoops, nearly missed that branch, perhaps I should stay focused. I hear heavy
breathing, and the crunch of boots on the branches. Seems they decided to
split up afterall. I take a sniff, and smell...ugh cheap cologne. So that means it’s
Matt. I stand completely still in the tree I’ve landed on, and let my eyesight
adjust to the forest lighting. There he is...just about ten feet in front of the tree
I’m in. And he’s not looking up. So he hasn’t heard me. Now how do I want to
do this? The flip side of this training side, not to get captured by me. Oops
think I forgot to mention that. I smirk as I move into position, sitting on the
branch, and then swinging down backwards, and grabbing him by his collar and
covering his mouth with my one hand.. I then swing back up into the tree using
my leg muscles to grip the branch, bringing Matt up with me. Once we’re both
up in the canopy of the leaves, I keep his mouth covered, “Sh! No giving away
our position, Lieutenant. Now then, you just lost. So want to be transported up
for the Major to give you a job, or...want to be strapped to the branch?”

I smell him, before he moves to take me out. Evermore the bastard, saw what
was happening, and shimmied up another tree, and using the same method I
was, swung over to this tree. I won’t drop Matt, but the thought did cross my
mind. Instead, I yank him up and place him between me and Evermore. Oops,
that had to have hurt. And then I step off the branch, and do a roll before I
land on my feet and take back off running. I pull my communicator out of my
pocket, contacting Enterprise to the location to transport up Evermore and
Garatis.

Where oh where is my D’Auggie? And Norman. I know Norman can track me.
McGuire is another concern. He has more Ops training than the rest of the
team. And then I hear giggling? “Oh Sean. Forget the reward that Briana has,
I’m already here.” And again, I say ‘Go Imara.’ She has captured D’Auggie with
her feminine charms, and is about to take him out for the both of us. I’ll let her
comm the Major on his failure. And I’ll congratulate her on her initiative.

Still no sight of and then sniffing, smell of Norman or McGuire. Wait? Is that
coffee? Oooh, someone is playing dirty. I giggle softly. And slowly stalk the
coffee. Has to be Norman. And there he is, and there’s the trip wires. Good
placement too. Anyone else would’ve tripped them. I’m just not anyone else. I
decide to do a few handsprings into the area he’s probably laying in wait.
“Hello Gorgeous!” I pick up the thermos and raise it to my lips, sniffing, and
then taking a drink.

“Hope you enjoyed that, Bri.” I hear Norman’s deep baritone floating out from
the trees.

“Not bad, big guy. You skimped on the cream though.” I laugh.

“It would’ve killed the scent of the coffee. I wanted it strong, so you’d smell
it.” I can see him now, he walks into the clearing, smirking at me. “So want to
surrender and I win?”

“Oh please, so dramatic. I don’t surrender.” I crouch down into a good

pouncing stance, yet I keep my claws in.

Norman has moved closer and is rolling his neck, and flexing his arms. There
are a few people I don’t like sparring with. Evermore because of his kicks,
McGuire cause he likes to fling me into walls, and Norman. Well Norman...can
lay me on my ass with one of his punches. I need to stay low and keep out of
the reach of his arms. At least he’s kept his daggers secured.

After what seems like an eternity, I’m finally able to sneak through his legs, and
get on his back, and wrap my arms around his windpipe, applying just enough
pressure to the sleeper hold. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. And
Norman will get an honorable mention for this. He didn’t win. But damn, he
just about did. So Garatis, D’Auggie, Evermore and Norman are done. That
leaves Imara and Hardass, I mean McGuire.

I know not to underestimate either one of them. And now I’m thinking I
should’ve put a time limit on this. Might have made McGuire a little sloppy, but
I doubt it. There is that scent again, spicy. I open my mind to scan, and
nothing! And I step into.....before I can go oh crap...I pass out.

I wake to water being poured over my head, and I can feel my wrist’s have
been bound behind my back, and then I open my eyes to see McGuire on his
haunches smirking at me, while putting his canteen back on his belt. The
scent...I sniff and the realization of what’s happened hits home, it’s him! He’s
the other predator I smelled. That spicy scent is him!?

“Hello Ma’am. You looked thirsty.” he says in that annoying smug tone of his.

“Thank you, Sergeant. I would’ve preferred coffee, but since you decided to
pour it on me, glad it was water.” I might be screwed, but I’m not completely
down for the count. He bound my wrist’s, but my legs are still free? Hm?
Wonder what he was thinking? I can’t read him, ever. His mind is one of the
very few that are naturally shielded, makes him perfect for the MACOs,
annoying to me!

I’m laying on my side, and he’s only a foot away. I wonder? I need a distraction,
I pick up a rock behind my back, and flick it away. He looks up quickly, and
tilts his head to hear it. And then I move into action, faster than he’s ever seen
me. I move my feet up and grab his neck with them, and then instead of
flipping him, like he’s probably expecting me to do, I let him grab me to flip
me over him. In effect, he just helped me where I wanted to be, opposite of
him, and running.

And then, I smell another familiar scent, and I run right into Malcolm’s arms.
“Hello love. Having fun?”
“What? How? When? Forget that, cut these stupid bands McGuire put on me.”

“Oh but why, love? That would be helping you over one of the MACOs.” He’s
smirking and chuckling at me. And then he picks me up and walks over to
where Mac is getting to his feet, growling low in his chest.

“Sergeant McGuire, I do believe you misplaced something? Do try to give the

Lt. Commander a reminder why you are a MACO. Yes?” And he dumps me on
the ground at McGuire’s feet. ‘Bloody damn Brit, when I get you alone later....’

McGuire’s bending over to...pick me up? And he tilts his head slightly, I hear a
noise as well, I promised not to scan my team, but she’s calling me. ‘Bri? I need
a distraction.’ And before Mac can react, I pull my legs up and shove him.
Before he can hit the ground however he’s rolled and is back in a standing
position, with one arm cocked to...’Imara, watch it!’

She slides under his arm and with her two hands clasped together, reaches up
and hits him in the groin. He grunts but that’s it. And then Imara has pulled a
trip wire I hadn’t seen and obviously neither had McGuire, as a branch falls on
his head. I watch as he falls. Imara walks around him and looking at me, moves
to straddle me.

“So I think I’ve won,” she says smiling at me.

“Well, technically you didn’t capture me,” I incline my head towards McGuire’s
prone body, “He did!”

“True, I let him do the hard work, and then I sweep in to get the reward.” She
leans down as if to kiss my lips, and then moves to kissing my cheek. She leans
in and whispers in my ear, “My reward has already been granted, you trust me
and you’re my friend.” She takes out a dagger, helping me to a sitting position
and cuts the bands off my wrists. “So what about him?”

“I can hear him breathing, but you clocked him really good with that branch.”
Imara moves off of me, and I crawl forward cautiously towards McGuire. I can
hear his heart, and it’s a steady rhythm, same as his breathing, but he’s still
unconscious.

I reach to move the branch off his thick skull, and run my fingers through
his...hmm, his hair is soft, not prickly like the rest of him. No cuts, no blood-I
would’ve smelled it by now. But why is he still out. That’s not like him. And
then, faster than I’ve ever seen anyone move, he’s grabbed me by the wrist with
one hand, flipping us over, and with his other hand, he’s shot Imara.

“Sergeant McGuire! This exercise was done!”

“No, now it’s done...Ma’am. And I won!”

“No, Imara won. She knocked you out...”

“After I had already trussed you up, and was thinking of what I wanted for a
reward.”

“Fine! Imara is going to kick your ass for that by the way. I won’t stop the two
of you. Just keep it fair. So then, Sergeant, what is your reward?”

“Get the Major good when you get him alone. He should’ve had your six, and
not turned you back over to me. I’m on your team, not his, MACO or
otherwise, Ma’am.”

I look at him, “That’s all? No room service? No embarrassing me in front of

the crew? You could ask for anything, Sergeant. You did win. You had me, if
only for a few minutes. We’ll never know what would’ve happened if the Major
hadn’t shown up.”

“I know what would’ve happened, Ma’am. I would still be the winner of this
little game of yours. Next time, you will be trussed up but good, Ma’am. I
guarantee it.” And then he moves to pick up Imara in a fireman’s carry, “After
you ma’am.”

I take the lead, really wishing I had that coffee thermos of Norman’s.
Interesting, McGuire shot Imara, not me. And his reward, ‘Get the Major
good.’ I think perhaps there is more underneath that prickly, annoying, exterior
of his. To bad, I’ll never get the chance to know.

***

Personal Log
Two Days after the Training Session on the Planet.

I have been busy working on the remote controlled canon’s for the excursion
that the Major is planning on Tellar. I am still plotting what to do to him, and I
think I might have an idea. Imara is avoiding McGuire at the moment, after her
stay in sickbay with Phlox, I almost feel sorry for him. The rest of the team
have been going over what they did wrong, and perhaps they should try to
work as a team. ‘What I’ve been trying to get through to them the whole time.’
Each of them has a strength that I know with a little bit more training, will
make them invaluable to the Empire. However each of them also has an issue
with working with others. Perhaps this training session has done what I
couldn’t get across in words. Sometimes actions do speak louder than words.

I have had to assign McGuire Bridge duty, after the realization that he...he’s a
predator as well, I find him annoyingly attractive. I am still trying to figure him
out. He was breathing and controlling his heart rate, to simulate being
unconscious. There is definitely more than to him than meets the eye.

And then in the adjoining cabin, “BRIANA!”computer pause recording. I get

up to go see my handiwork.

fini