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and despite the massive quantities of alcohol
she had won and imbibed, was still able to win again and again. The
problem was not the arm-wrestling, however, but the side bets that
were being placed as first this and then that Enterprise crewmember
faced Marin's and lost. The precipitating event for the small riot that
had taken place was when one large, aggressive male sciences
officer had bet an entire month's credits on his victory. He sat
down to the table with the big woman and locked wrists with her,
but when the word was given to begin, Marin Aoki folded his arm over as
easily as if he had been a child. The blow to his pride was too
much, and he jumped up and swung on the ice-woman, but Marin Aoki was
suddenly not there. His fist had instead flattened a transporter
technician, and the brawl began.
Worf nodded his understanding, and gave appropriate orders to his
team, dismissing them to their duties. Then he turned back to the
woman and the challenge that Marin Aoki had left burning in the air
between them. "That form of insult must have an answer!" he told
her. "Are you aware of what you have said?" he snarled, his Klingon
pride warring within him with his Starfleet training.
"Of course I am aware. I have tendered you the deadliest insult of
your people, as you have tendered the worst of mine
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