Highland Fling-Ficlet for Starfellt HQ
Montgomery Scott was a man who liked machines but even he liked to get away from them every once and a while and the new holodeck technology was amazing. He'd already visited a few different planets and cultures but a twinge of homesickness was striking him so he decided that it would be best to go with something simple. Today, he was going to Scotland. And not just any Scotland mind you, but back to the era of Bonny Prince Charlie.
He was already dressed in his family kilt and though he got a few curious glances from his shipmates, most of the women seemed to be rather appreciative of his garb and he wondered if he could get the captain to allow him to wear his kilt on duty occasionally.
The computer informed him that his program was ready and Scotty walked into the holodeck...
...into the middle of a barroom brawl. Men were throwing punches and a few broadswords were beginning to be brought out. Quickly dodging his way through the melee, Scotty was able to make it to the wooden bar where the harried tavern master was shrieking curses at the fighers. A young woman was taking the drinks out and upon one of her return trips, a man grabbed her.
"What's a fine lass such as yerself doing here, mah sweet?" he leered at her. She tried to tug her arm free but the man wouldn't let go and Scotty felt his ire coming to the fore.
"I'm helping mah da." she replied, still struggling to get free.
"Why don' ye help me instead?" he said, trying to tug her closer to him. His companions were laughing and Scotty found himself marching forward.
"Let her go." he growled.
"And who might ye be?" the drunk inquired.
Scotty thrust his chin up. "Montgomery Scott. I would say tis a pleasure...but I'm not a lyin' sort."
A hush came over the crowd and the man released the girl, who scurried back behind the bar. "This is none o' yer concern, Scott."
"It is mah concern when a man doesna treat a lady wi' tha respect due her." Scotty replied, his gaze as hard as stone.
The combatant looked like he was considering making a grab for his sword, but something in Scotty's gaze warned him that he wouldn't come off the victor in this fight and he sat back down with a huff. "Yer welcome to her." he spat. "Nothin' but a cheap whore anyway."
Before he could stop himself, Scotty had balled up his fist and delivered a beautiful left cross to the man's face. He went down, but no one came to his aid.
Shaking his head, Scotty turned to see the girl watching him with a more than slightly adoring gaze. "Yer a brave man, Montgomery Scott. Not many men would be willin' to stand up to Roger McGee." she said.
"A lady is a lady...no matter where she earns her keep."
This earned him a glorious smile and when, after he'd been treated to a few drinks and she tugged on his hand, Scotty thought to himself hazily that he was going to have to give Riley a few extra credits for this holonovel...
He was already dressed in his family kilt and though he got a few curious glances from his shipmates, most of the women seemed to be rather appreciative of his garb and he wondered if he could get the captain to allow him to wear his kilt on duty occasionally.
The computer informed him that his program was ready and Scotty walked into the holodeck...
...into the middle of a barroom brawl. Men were throwing punches and a few broadswords were beginning to be brought out. Quickly dodging his way through the melee, Scotty was able to make it to the wooden bar where the harried tavern master was shrieking curses at the fighers. A young woman was taking the drinks out and upon one of her return trips, a man grabbed her.
"What's a fine lass such as yerself doing here, mah sweet?" he leered at her. She tried to tug her arm free but the man wouldn't let go and Scotty felt his ire coming to the fore.
"I'm helping mah da." she replied, still struggling to get free.
"Why don' ye help me instead?" he said, trying to tug her closer to him. His companions were laughing and Scotty found himself marching forward.
"Let her go." he growled.
"And who might ye be?" the drunk inquired.
Scotty thrust his chin up. "Montgomery Scott. I would say tis a pleasure...but I'm not a lyin' sort."
A hush came over the crowd and the man released the girl, who scurried back behind the bar. "This is none o' yer concern, Scott."
"It is mah concern when a man doesna treat a lady wi' tha respect due her." Scotty replied, his gaze as hard as stone.
The combatant looked like he was considering making a grab for his sword, but something in Scotty's gaze warned him that he wouldn't come off the victor in this fight and he sat back down with a huff. "Yer welcome to her." he spat. "Nothin' but a cheap whore anyway."
Before he could stop himself, Scotty had balled up his fist and delivered a beautiful left cross to the man's face. He went down, but no one came to his aid.
Shaking his head, Scotty turned to see the girl watching him with a more than slightly adoring gaze. "Yer a brave man, Montgomery Scott. Not many men would be willin' to stand up to Roger McGee." she said.
"A lady is a lady...no matter where she earns her keep."
This earned him a glorious smile and when, after he'd been treated to a few drinks and she tugged on his hand, Scotty thought to himself hazily that he was going to have to give Riley a few extra credits for this holonovel...