Match 16547 Tasha Yar vs. Al Capone

[broadwaybeyonder]

“…and We Talk About Who Dies.”

Captain’s Log: Stardate 41703.2.  The Enterprise is entering the Sigma Iotia system and is en route to Sigma Iotia II.  We are about to take part in what has become an unusual tradition in Federation interstellar relations. 

Commander Riker strode into the captain’s ready room, where Captain Picard sat behind his desk with Counselor Troi standing at his side.  Riker was wearing a black, pinstripe suit, pants, and spats, holding a grey fedora in one of his outstretched hands.  “Well?” Riker grinned.  “Did the ships tailor’s do a good job or what?”  Troi stifled a chuckle as Riker turned around to give a full view of his outfit.  “Yes, you look very dashing, Will.” 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” said Riker in a Bogart-esque accent.  He sat down in front of the desk, and moved to rest his feet on it, stopping short after a warning look from Picard.  Picard’s expression softened as Riker adjusted himself to sit normally before him.  “I’m glad to see you’re embracing your role in our mission, Number One.” 

“You have no idea, sir.  I’ve always wanted to see Sigma Iotia II.  I’m just disappointed you won’t be beaming down with us.  From what I’ve heard the whole planet is run like a Dixon Hill novel.”  Picard nodded in agreement.  “Hmm.  Although I’m sure Dixon Hill wouldn’t be welcome on a planet run by mob bosses.  But you need to be on your guard, Will.  This is still a diplomatic mission.  One that can’t be afforded to be taken lightly.  Counselor?”  Troi walked around the desk to Riker as she explained.  “We will be making contact with the head of the planetary syndicate Inac Oxmyx via radio.  He will then be sending us the coordinates for where your ‘meet’ will take place.  The Iotians see the Federation as a powerful, mob-like organization and you as it’s representative.  They respect strength and bravado above all else, so you must adopt that persona and not be taken off guard by their irrational attitudes or customs.” 

“Then after some posturing, the syndicate will present me with the Federation’s ‘percentage’ of their profits; 20%, negotiated down from the original 40.  We will then secretly funnel those profits back into the planet’s treasury and to their people, firming up their economy and allowing them to build a better society for themselves without even realizing it,” concluded Riker.  “An unusual relationship, to be sure,” mused Picard.  “But Captain Kirk was by no means a usual diplomat.  Just be prepared, Commander.  The Iotians have been known to be treacherous.  We will keep a transporter lock on you in case of trouble.  The lives of my crew are more important than the Federation getting it’s ‘cut’.” 

Riker rose from his chair and put on his fedora with a grin.  “You got it, boss.  This job’s in good hands.  I’ll head on down to Transporter Room 3, and wait with the boys for you to give me the word.  See you around.”  Picard and Troi shared an amused look as Commander Riker exited the ready room.  Riker made his way through the hallways of the Enterprise, paying no attention to the reactions of crewmembers who passed him.  He finally entered Transporter Room 3, where Chief O’Brien stood at the controls, and three security officers (two human, one Bolian) stood awkwardly adjusting their 20’s gangster outfits.  Lieutenant Commander Data was also there in a blue pinstripe suit of his own.  “Commander, the security detail is ready for transport.” 

“Very good, Mr. Data,” said Riker.  “Now all we need is our moll.”  Data looked puzzled.  “Moll?  Accessing.  Ah.  Slang.  Derivative of ‘gun moll’.  A girlfriend of a gangster.  A call girl.  A streetwalker.  A…”  Data’s diatribe was interrupted by the sound of the transporter room doors opening and Tasha Yar making her entrance.  She was wearing a period red skirt, cut diagonally, a black blouse, and a brown, fur-trimmed coat, all topped off with a black cocktail hat with a veil.  She also did not look pleased at all. 

Riker’s smile widened as he looked as Chief of Security.  “Lieutenant, I must say you look brilliant.”  Yar gave a baleful look at Riker.  “To be honest, sir, I think I look like you did on Angel One.”  Riker chuckled as he moved to Yar’s side.  “Really?  I don’t see the resemblance.” 

“On the contrary, sir,” said Data.  “There are similar factors in both outfits.  The revealing nature of the outfits, the flimsiness of the materials, the jewelry, the make-up, the perfume….” 

“Thank you, Mr. Data,” Riker interrupted.  “I guess I’m having trouble understanding why I was chosen for this Away Team,” Yar continued.  “Since this a diplomatic mission I would’ve thought Counselor Troi would’ve been a better choice.” 

“But Counselor Troi doesn’t have your experience and training as Chief of Security,” Riker pointed out.  “The Iotians tend to be dismissive of females.  If they just assume that you are my…companion, then that might give us an edge if they decide to pull a double cross.”  Yar looked suspiciously at Riker.  “So you choosing me for this had nothing to do with me laughing at that outfit they made you wear on Angel One?”  Riker gave his most innocent expression.  “Really, Lieutenant, such pettiness would be beneath me as a First Officer.” 

“It certainly would,” Yar muttered as she walked past a grinning Riker toward her security detail, who also looked amused at her.  She gave a commanding glare at the three crewmen.  “Any smart remarks from you and I’ll have you on nightshift foot patrol for the rest of the month.  Clear?”  All three crewmen swiftly stopped smiling and stood at attention.  “Yes, sir!” 

The levity was interrupted by the sound of Captain Picard’s voice over the comm.   “Commander Riker, we have received the coordinates from Mr. Oxmyx.  You will be materializing in the study of his estate.  Good luck, Will.” 

“Coordinates locked in, Commander,” said O’Brien.  “Very good, Mr. O’Brien,” said Riker as took his place on the transporter pad with his Away Team.  “Energize.”  A few buttons pressed by O’Brien and the Away Team dematerialized in a cascading shower of blue light. 

The six reappeared in a well furnished room in front of an ornate, oak desk.  Sitting at the desk was Inac Oxmyx, a tall, skinny gentleman in a vest, drinking from a shot glass.  He was flanked on either side by Iotian mobsters armed with machine guns, and an attractive moll in a pink skirt chewing gum and sitting on the right arm of Oxmyx’ chair.  Oxmyx rose from his seat with a friendly smile and waved with his cigar.  “Right on time! Heh!  I’ve always got a kick out seeing you Feds sparkle in like that!  Inac Oxmyx, at your service.  Boss of the Northside Territory, and top man of the Sigma Iotia Syndicate.”  He held out his hand to Riker, who looked down on it superiorly before looking around the study.  “The name’s Riker, Commander, USS Enterprise.  These are my boys, and this here is my friend Tasha.”  Yar gave a small wave to Oxmyx as he took in the group.  “So you from the Enterprise?  Kirk’s old ship?  Well, that’s great to hear!   Always nice to have you Feds stop by for these summits.  Could I interest you in a drink?” 

Riker sat down on a couch and gave a nod to the security guards who took positions at the door.  Yar sat next to him and Data stood stoically.  “We’re not here for small talk, Oxmyx.  We’re here for our percentage.  You do have it ready, don’t you?”  Oxmyx laughed nervously and wiped some sweat off his brow.  “Oh, we have it ready, Riker.  It’s just not here yet.  See the convoy was picking up the cut from the central bank, and um…it appears they just ran into some traffic.  But they should be here shortly.” 

“Mr. Oxmyx,” Data interrupted.  “You do understand that the agreement between the Federation and Sigma Iotia II requires that the percentage of your profits be present and ready for delivery before making contact with the vessel.”  Oxmyx gave a confused look, before moving in closer to Data and staring at him intrigued.  “Huh.  You must be that tin man that other ship was talking about.  They said you talked like that.  No disrespect, of course.  If you’ll just be patient…” 

Yar wrapped an arm around Riker’s neck, catching him off guard.  “Oh come on, boss.  Let’s just go back to the ship.  You can tell the captain not to expect his percentage.”  Riker nodded approvingly, but untangled himself from Yar as he got off the couch and walked to Oxmyx.  “Eh, take it easy, Tasha.  I’m sure our pal Oxmyx won’t let us down, will you, Inac?”  Before the boss could answered the sound of engines and screeching tires came through the window.  One of the Iotians looked out and shouted.  “Hey, Boss!  The trucks are coming up with the loot!”  Oxmyx swiftly grabbed his coat, allowing his moll to put it on for him.  “About time!  If you’ll come with me, gentlemen, you can take a look at the cut yourselves and make sure everything’s in order.”  Oxmyx and his men hurried out of the study, with Riker giving a warning nod to the Away Team before they followed. 

The group had made their way out the front door and down the stone steps as the two trucks tore around the corner.  “Who do you have drivin’ those rigs, Oxmyx?” Riker asked.  “My best men, Riker, my very best,” Oxmyx assured.  “They’re just in a hurry to get you your cut.”  The two trucks came to a screeching halt, but before Riker could approach them, the back doors of both trucks swung open and four mobsters leapt out, armed with machine guns and firing.  One of Oxmyx’ guards went down, as the security officers ducked behind benches and garbage cans for cover.  “It’s a hit!” shouted Oxmyx as Riker pulled out his phaser and returned fire.  The moll wandered out of the doorway toward the crossfire, only to be pulled out of the way by Data.  “Excuse me, miss.  I think it would be wise for you to remain indoors.”  Swiftly, the moll pulled out a pistol from a thigh holster and pointed it at Data.  “And I’m thinkin’ you should start walkin’, you talkin’ tin can.  Unless you want to see your friends full of holes.”  Riker turned just in time to see Data and the woman with gun, preventing from seeing another gangster step out of one of the trucks with something in his hands.  The gangster pointed it at Riker, and burst of directed energy shot out, causing Riker to collapse to the pavement.  “Commander!” shouted Yar, firing back at the gangster.  The other attackers rushed to Riker’s body and carried him to one truck, while the moll escorted Data under guard to the other.  With a final blast of gunfire, the trucks sped off down the street, and out of sight. 

Riker could see nothing but scattered light shining through the bag that covered his face.  The bag was yanked away to reveal a dark room only illuminated by one, swaying ceiling light.  His arms were tied behind the chair he was sitting in, and in front of him, grinning through the cigar held tight in his teeth, was his captor.  He held Riker’s combadge up in front of his face.  “So you’re the famous Fed, huh?  You the tough guy that makes these bums in the Syndicate roll over and play dead for you?  And don’t bother thinkin’ you can call for help.  You can’t do nothin’ without your costume jewelry, here.”  Riker shook his head to clear his thoughts.  “Data…where is…Data?” 

“Ah, don’t worry about your toy soldier, pretty boy,” the man chuckled.  “He knows what happens to you if he tries anything smart.  The name’s Capone, Al Capone.”  Riker groaned and squinted at the man before him.  “Al…Capone…been dead for centuries…” 

Capone continued to chuckle, until he suddenly threw a stiff right hand into Riker’s gut.  “Hit pretty good for a dead man, don’t I, Fed?  I’m just as much Capone as the original from Chicago.  Why would I want to be a phony tough guy like Oxmyx and the rest, when I can be the greatest boss in the history of Chicago?  In the world!”  Capone grabbed Riker by the hair as coughed and tried to catch his breath.  “Cuz that’s what I am, Fed.  I hit the convoy and got your percentage.  Then I hit Oxmyx and put the bag on you.  Now you gonna help me get this whole stinkin’ planet movin’ in the right direction.  Boys!”  The door to the room unlocked and two of Capone’s men entered.  “Keep an eye on our friend, here.  I’m gonna make a call on that pansy Oxmyx.  If the Fed gives you any trouble, treat him to a hand of fizzbin.”  From the way the three gangsters snickered, Riker had a feeling that ‘fizzbin’ was a lot more violent than it sounded. 

In the office of Inac Oxmyx, the Bolian security officer repeatedly tapped his combadge.  “Zaren to Enterprise.  Zaren calling Enterprise, please respond.”  He turned to Yar, who stood arms crossed glaring at Oxmyx as he poured another drink for himself.  “I’m sorry, Lieutenant.  I can’t contact the ship.  There’s some kind of interference blocking our signal.”  Suddenly, the radio that had been playing big band music was reduced to static.  As the sound became clearer, a man’s confident voice was heard. 

“Listen up, mugs!  Listen to the word of the new Top Boss!  This is Al Capone speaking, and my boys and I made a hit today in the Northside Territory!  I now got the Fed cut, and two Fed prisoners!  But I’m not done yet!  You listening to this, Oxmyx?  Cuz if you don’t give me what I want, you’re going to have to explain to the Feds why they don’t have their percentage and that two of their boys are in boxes!  You are gonna step down as leader of the Syndicate, ya hear?  I’m in charge of the whole operation now!  All of it!  You don’t pay a percentage to the Feds.  You pay it to me!  And if anyone of you guys are nervous about the Feds, I got myself plenty of heaters now, enough to maker sure these out of towners don’t mess with us again!  Ya got two hours, Oxmyx, then you better start planning for babyface Riker’s funeral!” 

As the radio returned to playing music, Yar wheeled to face Oxmyx.  “Alright, Oxmyx.  I want answers.  What is going on here?  The reports from Sigma Iotia II said that you and the Syndicate were keeping things under control!”  Oxmyx stepped up to Yar with his drink, taking her arm with the other hand.  “Hey, listen, doll, this is all just a misunderstanding.  Why don’t I pour you a drink and we can…” 

Yar slapped the drink of Oxmyx’ hand, grabbed a hold of his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back.  She slammed him face first onto his desk and held him there, the security officers drawing their phasers to hold back Oxmyx’ guards.  “Now, I’ll ask one more time,” Yar snapped.  “Who the hell is this Capone?  How does he have access to phaser technology?”  

“Argh!  Alright alright already!” Oxmyx moaned.  “When the first Enterprise was here, one of ‘em, the doc I think, left behind some technology.  Kirk came back to pick it up, and no one in the Syndicate messed with it.  But there was some talk that one of the small fry bosses had got a hold of it, opened it and made pictures of what was inside.  That boss believed that your Al Capone was the best of all the bosses, so much so that he copied everything about Capone and made sure his eldest sons did the same thing.  We thought they were just a bunch of religious fanatics talking big!  We didn’t know they had made heaters for themselves!”  Yar tightened her grip.  “And yet you still didn’t bother to mention any of this information in your reports!”  Oxmyx desperately tried to free himself as he moaned in pain.  “OWW!  Please!  We were doing everything you asked!  Cutting down percentages so folks don’t have to pay so much!  Getting guys off the street who flexed too much muscle!  The last few ships through here said that if we play our cards right, we might become equal partners of the Fed!  We didn’t want to mess it up!” 

Yar considered this for a moment, then begrudgingly released Oxmyx.  Oxmyx turned to face her, trying to shake feeling back into his arm.  “Hey.  You’re a pretty tough broad, Tasha.”  Yar threw off her hat, and turned to face her security team.  “That’s Lieutenant Yar, Chief of Security, USS Enterprise.  Zaren?”  The Bolian held up his tricorder.  “My scans indicate that a displacement field has been cast around the planet.  It is making it impossible for us to contact the Enterprise and for them to beam us out.  It appears to be coming from a building to the southwest.”  Oxmyx nodded.  “Yeah, that’s where Capone’s hideout is.” 

Yar looked around the study, making eye contact with her officers and Oxmyx’ men.  “Alright then.  All of you, listen up!  As of right now, you will be taking your orders from me.  We will be coordinating an assault on this Capone’s…’hideout’.  We will be getting Commander Riker and Lieutenant Commander Data to safety, and shutting down their force field to get assistance from the Enterprise.  Is that understood?”  The security officers stood to attention.  “Yes, sir!”  Yar turned to glare at the mobsters who had not responded.  “Is that understood?”  The gangsters looked to Oxmyx, who nodded, leading them all to mutter their understanding.  For the first time during this mission, Tasha Yar allowed herself to smile as she walked to the desk, looking out the window over the Northside Territory.  “Alright then, here’s the plan…” 

OK:

Tasha Yar: Has her three security officers (armed with phasers and tricorders), and all of Oxmyx’ mob.  They can only call on the Enterprise for help if they shut down Capone’s signal.  Wins by taking down Capone and rescuing her crewmates. 

Al Capone: Has his entire mob, half of which are armed with phasers, the rest with 20s style weapons.  Wins by withstanding Yar’s attack and holding on to his prisoners. 

Game On!

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Tasha Yar
Read more about Tasha Yar at Wikipedia
Official Site: Paramount Links: Tasha Yar Wikipedia page Tasha Yar StarTrek.com page StarTrek.com

Al Capone
Read more about Al Capone at Wikipedia
Official Site: Public Domain Links: Wikipedia The History Channel Deadliest Warrior Wiki

[Pizzaguy2995]

Awesome read Broadway, your really on a roll here with your matchups.

Going with Tasha, her federation training and tactics will certainly prevail against the undisciplined and cowardly flunkies that Capone has hired. 

[Mercenaryblade]

Excellent writing here! Tasha ftw, she was a sadly underused character

[Confession FPT]

I love this match-up. 

[RakaiThwei]

I say Tasha Yar slams the fat man onto his butt consistently that he ends up crying!

[JohnnyChany]

Another very creative pairing on your part, I'm a big fan.  This is also weirdly up my alley because I had a bizzare fascination with Al Capone as a kid and watched a lot of Star Trek TNG. I wasn't sure how you would connect them but I was unfamiliar with Oxmyx. With sll that being said I think Tasha is more than capable of taking Alphonse down.

[broadwaybeyonder]

Star Trek - Stunned By Phasers - YouTube

For those of you who aren't as Trekkie, I based this match on an episode called "A Piece of the Action".  I just fast forwarded into the TNG era where the Syndicate/Federation agreement is just part of Federation business, and Bela Oxmyx' descendent (Inac) is now running the Syndicate.  

[Callisto]

Match Final Results

Member Ratings:
5.00 - patrickthekid
4.50 - Pizzaguy2995
5.00 - Mercenaryblade
5.00 - Confession FPT
5.00 - JohnnyChany

FPA Calculation:
5 Total Votes cast
24.50 Total Combined Score
24.50 / 5 = 4.90 Final Rating on the match

MATCH SCORE
Tasha Yar: 5
Al Capone: 1

[broadwaybeyonder]

THE BOTTOM LINE

The door to the Capone mansion burst open as a squad of Oxmyx’ best men stormed in armed with machine guns.  Capone’s gangsters ducked behind the pillars that lined the hall and opened fire with their makeshift phasers.  As the shoot out went on, Tasha Yar led her security team in through a side door.  They hurried up a staircase, stunning the guards who blocked their way.  “Lieutenant!” called Zaren.  “I’m picking up a combadge signal behind this door!”  Yar motioned to the other two crewman, and they took positions at the door.  With a stereo kick they knocked the door open to reveal one of Capone’s men with a machine gun and Data seated in a chair.  “Don’t you come any closer, Fed!” he snarled.  But he didn’t have a chance to do anything else.  Data quickly rose from the chair and grabbed the gun, sending the bullets into the ceiling.  He twisted the weapon into a knot and tossed to the floor, before taking a hold of his captors lapels and knocking to the floor with one punch.  

Yar looked annoyed at Data.  “You could have done that sooner, you know.”  Data shook his head.  “On the contrary, Lieutenant.  It would have been unwise of me to have attempted an escape while Commander Riker is being held captive.  To use a colloquialism, Mr. Capone had us atop a container.” 

“You mean over a barrel?” Yar sighed.  Data looked confused.  “That is what I said, Lieutenant.”  Suddenly a voice rang out behind the door.  “Alright!  All of yous!  Drop your heaters, or the Fed gets ventilated!”  Yar moved to the door, peeked around it, and saw Capone armed with a phaser, followed by two of his cronies holding up a barely conscious Riker.  His face was covered in bruises from multiple punches, and one eye was swollen shut.  Oxmyx’ men slowly started lowering their weapons.  Capone sneered down at them as he made his way to the top of the stair well.  “All of you got no heart!  You know that?  Working for the Feds is making you all weak!  Well, not anymore!  Now I’M going to be the top boss around here!” 

Yar swung the door open, allowing her security team to get off two stunning blasts from their phasers on Capone’s henchmen.  Capone spun around as Zaren caught Riker and started dragging him to safety.  Tasha Yar stepped over the knocked out gangsters on the floor and aimed her phaser at Capone.  “Put that heater down, Capone.  Do it.  Now!”  Capone put up his hands and slowly got on the floor.  He placed his weapon in front of Yar.  “Hey, take it easy, dollface.  I can take a hint.  I know when I’m beat.” 

Capone sprung forward, catching Yar off guard and wrestled her phaser from her.  He pointed it to her head and wrapped his arm around her neck as he glared at the Away Team.  “All of you back off!  Or this chippie is a dead Fed!  I’m walking out of here right now!  Anyone tries something, she’s gonna…”

Unfortunately for Mr. Capone, he wasn’t able to finish his thought.  Tasha Yar freed her hands, took hold of Capone, and hip tossed him off her.  His momentum carried through the railing, and off the second floor to the ground below.  Yar looked down on the once feared boss, as his men dropped their weapons and were herded out by Oxmyx’ soldiers.  “Mr. Data,” she said turning back to the commander.  “We need your assistance in finding and shutting down the force field.  I’m sur the Enterprise will be anxious to know what’s been going on.” 

Captain’s Log: Supplemental.  The Away Team is back on board the Enterprise, with Command Riker expecting to make a full recovery after a few days.  The Federation’s ‘cut’ has been collected and is ready for redistribution, and the Capone crime family will be dealt with by the Syndicate, who are ready to engage in their own brand of justice. 

Riker lay in sickbay, trying to be still as Dr. Crusher examined him.  “Lie still, Commander.  I need to get these readings.”  Riker grumbled as the tricorder scanned him.  “I feel fine, Doctor.  I’m probably ready for duty right now.”  He tried to rise out of the biobed before Crusher eased him back.  “Will, you’ve got 3 broken ribs, multiple contusions, and a concussion.  Just a few more days.” 

The doors of the sickbay opened and Tasha Yar entered, back in uniform.  She walked over to the biobed.  “Hello, doctor.  How’s the patient?”  Crusher smiled down on Riker.  “Cooperative as ever.  I’ll be back in my office if you need anything.”  Crusher left the two alone as Riker looked up at Yar.  He cleared his throat before he spoke.  “Lieutenant, I didn’t get to say on the planet.  But you did a phenomenal job down there.”  Yar nodded respectfully.  “Thank you, sir.” 

“I mean it,” continued Riker.  “I let my guard down on that mission.  I didn’t take it seriously.  I apologize for that, and for my behavior.  I was out of line.”  Yar was taken off guard and stammered in response.  “Er, apology accepted, sir.  I do need to get back to the bridge now.”  Riker gave a nod, and Yar turned to exit.  But just as she reached the doors, Riker’s voice called out.  “Lieutenant!”  Yar turned to face the bed as Riker gave a weary smile.  “Any chance of you being interested in being on my next Away Mission?”  Tasha Yar considered, then grinned.  “Anytime…boss.”