Battle of the Five Brothers

Posted on Fri Jan 15th, 2021 @ 2:17pm by Chief Petty Officer Remal Kajun & Captain Rhenora Kaylen

Mission: Healing of Minds
Location: Bajoran Village Temple
Timeline: Current

Battle of the brothers

He watched her vanish from his sight. Then he checked his surroundings once more to make sure they weren't followed. But when he turned to follow her into the chamber room his path was blocked by all five members of the Brotherhood council. He halted in the center of the open chamber, a determined look upon his face.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked with a fierce conviction.

Hops, Barley, Guinness and Beans were silent, allowing Lager to be the speaker for all of them. "Your task here is not yet complete. The Prophets have selected the two of you for a higher calling. Your bride has a gift for communicating with the Prophets as we have seen from her journals."

Remal stared blankly as he thought about his cleansing and seeing the Sisko. "Surely you don't believe she is the next Emissary?" His doubt meter was already running high and this piece of trite information was a tipping point.

"It is not a matter of belief. Her own musings have been studied and the prophecies are playing out as intended, but it is not her alone that shall hold the title, but the pairing of the two of you."

He looked into their deadpan faces and burst out with a hearty laugh. "Never in the history of our world has the title of Emissary been held by two people. And now, standing on the precipice of denouncing the Prophets as the aliens they are, you want to label us as bridges between them and the people of Bajor? Pal you have your messages crossed."

Lager simply shrugged. "We shall see. For now you are to be tested. We must make sure you are ready to face what comes next." He removed his weighted kimono to reveal a fighter's ghee underneath. He then stepped forward from the line as the other brothers moved around Remal into a circle of five.

Remal kept his eyes on Lager. "I don't want to fight you."

"Then I will not give you a choice." Lager bowed to symbolize his readiness to begin.

Remal eyed him with disdain and took a rigid stance on the floor. "You are standing between me and the woman I love. You are impeding upon my path. This will not end well, stand down." Remal pleaded knowing if he didn't bow he was disrespecting the fighting tradition.

"Prove yourself worthy." Lager said before moving into striking position and distance.

Remal was a good foot taller and fifty pounds meatier than Lager. His size slowed him down in a fight, but it also gave him a strong rooted center when it came to the traditional fighting styles used by the monks. As Lager danced on light feet, Remal centered himself and all but rooted his feet to the floorboards.

Lager came at Remal head-on in an effort to lift and unbalance him, using his feet to uproot Remal from his stance. Remal wrapped his hands upon Lagers shoulders and gave a quick lifting action. He felt Lager leave the ground briefly and so twisted at the torso and just like swinging an ax, slammed Lager to the ground using his own momentum and bodyweight to drop down on top of him.

The thud was loud as it rebounded through the room and off the ancient walls. Remal rolled off of Lager who appeared slightly dazed. "I told you, don't stand between me and my love."

Lager rose from the floor in a swift motion and began dancing the floor again. "That was not traditional Judo."

Remal smirked. "They call it Sambo, a form of Judo mixed with wrestling. I've been off-world a while now. One learns things."

"Again." Lager came at Remals back, grabbing his arms and locking them in place. Remal flipped his torso forward throwing Lager backward. He then twisted as he came up, grabbing one arm under Lager's leg and lifting him up before quickly body slamming him into the floor again. The boards made a heavy creaking sound like old bones.

Remal took the opportunity with Lager down to lock his arms and legs in such a way that Lager could barely move, despite his squirming attempt to do so. Once he was sure Lager was sufficiently subdued he demanded, "Yield!"

"You have not beaten me yet." Lager managed to eek out.

Remal just squeezed tighter and smiled, "I always did like Guinness better."

"Uhg… now you're… just being… mean." Lager realizing his trapped predicament, double-tapped Remal on the arm to signal he was done and ready to be released. The men stood, separated on the floor and respectfully bowed to one another.

Then Remal asked, “What was that lesson supposed to teach me anyhow?”

Lager looked into Remal’s eyes, “That lesson was not for you, but for us. We now know that you will fight to keep to your intended path no matter the obstacles. And we know that when the time comes you will make an excellent Emissary to Bajor.” He bowed again and the five quietly walked away.

Remal just shook his head until they parted, then ran to the Orb nook to find it standing open and glowing. He took a deep breath, cleared his mind and closed his eyes. The power of the Orb drew him in without hesitation and without preparing him for what was to come.