En Garde (Working Title)

Posted on Sun Jan 11th, 2026 @ 12:28pm by Captain Louise Valliére & Lieutenant Commander Kirche Zerbst

1,532 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Anubis Rises
Location: ISS Anubis (NCC-93310)- Gym, Level TBD
Timeline: About 3-5 hours after "Kicking Ass & Taking Names"

With their first engagement a sweeping success- one that Kirche would no doubt be gloating to her peers about for weeks to come- the Chief Engineer found herself with some down time before it was back to the grind, and so she had elected to hit up one of the Anubis's few recreational facilities- a fully-equipped Gymnasium on deck __. Not that she considered herself an exercise freak or something of that nature- though, admittedly, getting off to a well-toned body such as hers was certainly a plus- but some of her "toys" had a tendency to get a little... Assertive in the bedroom, so she opted to keep herself in fit-and-fighting form so as to remind them just who was on top.

Dressed in a loose fitting crop top and shorts, another woman entered the ships gym. Captain Louise Vallière. Instantly her eyes narrowed as she spotted the slutty chief engineer. "Shouldn't you be off fucking an Ensign or someone?"

"Oh, I suppose if I needed a small favor or two done around here, I've got at least half a dozen men and that little brat child in Security wrapped around my finger," Kirche retorted. "Certainly more than can be said about yourself; or are you and that McEntyre blockhead getting it on behind closed doors? He must be really desperate to get his dick wet if the only one who's willing to pull him is a scrawny little schneckenfresser..."

Truly, this woman was not afraid to be hitting Louise below the belt; honestly, one had to wonder if she took some sick, perverse pleasure in getting herself thrown in the booth...

"Oh hello no." Louise replied. "Unlike you, I don't go around jumping into anyone's bed when I feel like it." She stated without a dangerous glare. "I'm much more lady like... speaking of ladylike." She clenched her fists and held them up. "You up for a little sparring match like the good old times?" She asked flashing Kirche a sly grin.

Kirche glanced up and smirked; Louise finally had her full attention.

"Not like I'd pass up on the opportunity to use you as my own personal punching bag," she remarked as she stood up and made her way over to the sparring pitch where Louise was situated. "I've been waiting a Miiighty long time to whoop your haughty ass again..."

"You got me once!" Louise snapped back as she readied herself on the sparring mats. "All those years in the underground trained me for this! Unlike some people, I didn't run off to serve under those dogs! I actually helped liberate Terra!"

"Oh, you sweet summer child," Kirche sneered as she assumed a fighting stance. "How little you know about me..."

"I know enough!" Louise said as she made the first swing towards Kirche, a right hand punch aimed towards her.

Reflexively, Kirche's left arm shot out and blocked the punch, giving her a very small window to retaliate with a right-hand swing of her own, successfully connecting her fist with Louise's jaw and sending the smaller woman staggering back.

Louise quickly regained her composure. She lunged forward delivering a quick right fist to Kirche's stomach, and a left kick to her side. "I know you're holding back!" She snapped delivering another punch this time with her left fist.

"Oh, it took you that long to notice?" Kirche scoffed as she spun around and delivered a sharp kick to the back of Louise's neck.

The impact sent Louise forward, she temporarily lost her balance. She nearly stumbled to the ground but managed to spring back up. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?!" She snapped angrily. She executed a high kick, landing her foot just above Kirche's navel, putting the full weight of her body behind the impact.

Kirche staggered back from the force of the imact, giving Louise the momentary advantage; however, as the shorter woman lunged for her, Kirche suddenly recovered and flipped Louise over her shoulder, slamming her down on her back.

Louise let out a yelp as she slammed down onto the floor. However she saw an opportunity. She wrapped her legs around and in between Kirche's and then threw her body into a roll pulling Kirche to the floor. The two were now entangled together on the sparring mat.

The two of them thrashed around on the mat, punching each other with reckless abandon as years of pent-up grudges finally boiled to the surface, manifesting themselves in the form of pure, carnal rage. It was evident that Louise and Kirche's mutual hatred for one another was one that ran far deeper than passing jeers.

Finally after a few punches and thrashes, Louise managed to get on top of Kirche. She straddled across her waist, pinning her down with the weight of her body, keeping the woman in place by holding her down by her shoulders. "You don't even realise what you did?! Do you?!" She said as she rose a hand and delivered a punch to the side of Kirche's face. "You stole him from me you absolute slut! You took him to your bed and he pushed me aside!"

"Oh, here we go again with the-!"

Louise delivered another punch. "Then you just fucked off to go shag those dog men leaving him! He tried to follow you, then got himself killed by the bastard Klingons!" She shouted at Kirche. "You killed him! You didn't even know him! What was he? A cheap night for you?!"

"He was a gigolo," Kirche spat, a trickle of blood running down her chin. "He had weapons that we had been contracted to source to the Asobi for their liberation campaign, but he was charging way to high a price; the only way we were going to get him to offer his goods at a discount was if-!"

"He was not!" Louise spat back. "He was a respectable and well trained soldier! And we were just starting to get somewhere until you seduced him with these fucking watermelons on your chest!" Louise shouted as she grabbed her breasts digging her nails into them.

After a few seconds, Louise pulled herself off of Kirche. She turned away and held her hands by her sides still clenched in fists. "Tell me one thing. Did you do it for you? Or did you do it for a Terra?" She asked, not turning around keeping her back turned towards the engineer

Kirche sat up. "If there's one thing I've learned, it's that everyone's out to screw you," she stated bluntly as she reached up and rubbed the blood off her punctured lip. "Always someone who's in it for personal gain, at everyone else's expense. I happened to find that out the hard way when I was pressured into sucking off my supervisor in return for covering my mistake. He never fucking cared for me, nor did I care for him- all he ever saw was a tight hole he could ram his cock into. There was no love between us, just one individual asserting his authority over another. And after everything was said and done, I made up my mind that if that's how people are going to treat me, why should I ever be in this business for anyone other than myself?"

Louise remained silent, keeping her back turned towards Kirche her fists still clenched tightly.

"Let me make one thing clear; there was never any love between me and him," Kirche stated. "I only ever wanted his guns for a reduced price; if he fell for me, then that was his mistake."

"I get it." Louise said. She flicked her hair behind her. "We're done here."

She strode off in the opposite direction heading straight out of the doors. They shut behind with with a swish leaving Kirche alone in the sparring area.

Well.

The outcome of that little spar could be taken in one of several different ways, though given the broader implications of what had transpired, Kirche reckoned it was likely that she was going to be getting time in the booth for this, regardless of whether or not she was the actual victor. She pondered, briefly, if she should feel remorse for having led a client on to believe she loved him- and perhaps indirectly led him to his own death- but just as quickly as the thought came to mind, she hastily dismissed it. After all, sympathy bred vulnerability, and vulnerability bred weakness.

With a sigh, she hastily gathered up her belongings and began to make her way back to her quarters. At the very least, she ought to get some of these smaller wounds patched up before she was inevitably thrown in the booth, because there was nothing worse than getting stuck in one of those things with an open sore...

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Posting by (In order of appearance):

Lieutenant Commander Kirche Zerbst
Chief Engineer, ISS Anubis (NCC-93310)

Captain Louise Vallere
Commanding Officer, ISS Anubis (NCC-93310)

 

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