I wrote this story a while ago in response to Voyager Blackjack in which
B'Elanna Torres teaches Seven of Nine what embarrassing means by having
her play a game of strip blackjack. Upon loosing to the holodeck
characters she is immediately transported into a populated area of the
ship, NAKED. I apologize if there is already a sequel, I haven't see
"It's time" Seven said to B'Elanna.
"One moment, Seven." B'Elanna continued to work at her console in
"I have only reserved the holodeck for one hour. We must go now or we
will lose it." She grabbed B'Elanna by the arm and began pulling her
out of engineering. B'Elanna brought this on herself. She insisted
Seven take more leisure time, and since the strip Blackjack game, Seven
continued to ask her for help with recreation.
Both arrived into an empty holodeck. Seven looked up.
"Computer, run B'Elanna Exercise program A-4, include Seven of Nine
modification R." B'Elanna's exercise program was not aerobics or
treadmills, but a rocky, hilly terrain area where she fought several
holograms in basic combat. She introduced it to Seven shortly after the
Blackjack game, Seven kept insisting she could make it better, obviously
she felt she had now.
"So what are the modifications?" B'Elanna asked.
"Simple, similar to before, but hits are scored differently. This
modification allows us to fight each other in total safety to our
"Doesn't sound too fun." B'Elanna knew the reason one on one combat was
not challenging was because of the safety protocols on the deck forced
the hologram weapon to pass though harmlessly any person it struck. It
was against ships regulations to use real weapons.
B'Elanna removed her engineering short jacket to reveal her standard
duty jumpsuit. One piece from neck to foot, gray, it was accented by
her yellow undershirt/mock turtle neck. This one was short sleeved.
Seven grabbed the holodeck generated batala and flung it toward
B'Elanna's bare wrist.
"Shzzzzeeeettttt…/..Whoosh" it passed completely through. B'Elanna was
left rubbing her still connected wrist.
"Hey that hurt!"
"The blade will cause a slight discomfort whenever it strikes the skin,
but no permanent damage will be sustained. If the blow is not
sufficient enough to cut through it will remain in place until removed.
So will the discomfort." B'Elanna thought she could make out a smirk on
Seven had her typical silver formfitting catsuit on. Secretly all the
men on Voyager loved it. Her fantastic figure constantly made heads
The fight began. Each warrior testing each other's blade and
technique. A lot of clanking from the blades striking and for more than
10 minutes no one scored. Then B'Elanna dropped her guard. Her Batala
dropped and Seven took a clean shot to her shoulder area.
"Shzzzzeeeettttt…." B'Elanna winced in pain as Seven pulled it out. It
only cut down about 3 inches. B'Elanna reached up to rub her sore
shoulder to discover a surprise.
"My uniform, it's ripped." While the blade made no lasting mark on her
body, the uniform around it was cut just as if from a real blade.
"Interesting." Seven said. B'Elanna stepped back, she thought about
stopping it, but remembered she won the last 5 times they did this. She
was clearly the better fighter, Or so she thought.
More clanking , a few near misses, the B'Elanna's turn.
"Shzzzzeeeetttt…./….Whoosh" Seven's arm was exposed and B'Elanna cut
cleanly through just above the elbow. The severed sleeve slid down and
Seven was forced to remove it.
"Nice one." Seven too felt the discomfort but continued.
To be continued.
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