Post by Judith Eastman on Mar 27, 2021 18:35:44 GMT
This month, we have six different submissions from six different players!
Voting shall remain open for 48 hours, as is tradition. If no post wins a majority of the vote, we'll hold a runoff between the top two finishers.
{Submission #1, by Carlisle, is in the mission}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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[Runabout Roundabout]
In the chaos of the crash, anything not secured was in the process of being scattered throughout the vehicle. From someone’s unattended bag of gear, a device went skidding across the floor. After a particularly hard bump, the device activated. Caught in the momentum, a red-haired female shimmered into view, currently somersaulting across the floor. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only seconds, Carlisle came to a stop, and put her hand against a console to steady herself.
”Oof, that’s tingly!” She quickly snatched her hand back, and noted the sparks emanating from the machine. Her head was more than a bit fuzzy from the deep sleep mode and sudden activation.
”Lt. Oo- no. No.That’s not right. He’s not here. I’m here. Where’s here? Or maybe more importantly, why’s here? And why does it smell like a Ferengi dinner party that’s been busted up by the cops?” Her nose wrinkled, and she blinked looking around in confusion. The hazy fog of smoke hung acridly in the air from several small fires. Fire suppression systems should be coming online soonish, if they weren’t damaged. There should be first aid kits for the wounded. She glanced around, trying to determine what she should do. What was her purpose here, assistance?
Soft tags to fellow runabout passengers
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Very creative reason for a civilian to be on an away mission, and a hilarious entrance for any character, but especially when no one else aboard knows she's a hologram.
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In the chaos of the crash, anything not secured was in the process of being scattered throughout the vehicle. From someone’s unattended bag of gear, a device went skidding across the floor. After a particularly hard bump, the device activated. Caught in the momentum, a red-haired female shimmered into view, currently somersaulting across the floor. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only seconds, Carlisle came to a stop, and put her hand against a console to steady herself.
”Oof, that’s tingly!” She quickly snatched her hand back, and noted the sparks emanating from the machine. Her head was more than a bit fuzzy from the deep sleep mode and sudden activation.
”Lt. Oo- no. No.That’s not right. He’s not here. I’m here. Where’s here? Or maybe more importantly, why’s here? And why does it smell like a Ferengi dinner party that’s been busted up by the cops?” Her nose wrinkled, and she blinked looking around in confusion. The hazy fog of smoke hung acridly in the air from several small fires. Fire suppression systems should be coming online soonish, if they weren’t damaged. There should be first aid kits for the wounded. She glanced around, trying to determine what she should do. What was her purpose here, assistance?
Soft tags to fellow runabout passengers
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{Submission #2, by Shavan Th'zhaar, is in the event}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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[Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta]
The gagh slid down her throat, its dryness combated with a hearty gulp of bloodwine. “The bloodwine better be ‘on the house’ too, for our trouble!” Jurgha roared after the waiter.
She turned to her companions with a smirk. “You can tell these Federationers all about how to serve gagh, but without eating it themselves, they will never get it right! I bet none of them have the stomach for true warriors’ food.”
To prove the point, she looked around for the closest customer, who happened to be a young Trill. “You there! Have you ever had proper gagh?”
tag Isaiah Quinn Judith Eastman Matthew Harmon Leanna Mazal
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This post was the one to catalyze what was assuredly the most amusing exchange of the month, with the Klingons bullying Rimi and then Greg so deliciously. It was excellent writing instinct to do it
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The gagh slid down her throat, its dryness combated with a hearty gulp of bloodwine. “The bloodwine better be ‘on the house’ too, for our trouble!” Jurgha roared after the waiter.
She turned to her companions with a smirk. “You can tell these Federationers all about how to serve gagh, but without eating it themselves, they will never get it right! I bet none of them have the stomach for true warriors’ food.”
To prove the point, she looked around for the closest customer, who happened to be a young Trill. “You there! Have you ever had proper gagh?”
tag Isaiah Quinn Judith Eastman Matthew Harmon Leanna Mazal
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{Submission #3, by Matthew Harmon, is in the event}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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[Durwot, son of Sh’root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar, Judith Eastman, Leanna Mazal, Isaiah Quinn
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Durwot is inspired by Dwight Schrute (in case that wasn't evident from the name), and that sure shines with this post. You can just see the Dwightness of it!
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Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar, Judith Eastman, Leanna Mazal, Isaiah Quinn
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{Submission #4, by Charlie Fox, is in the event}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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[NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ]
[...]
The words didn't come out at first, but her head was shaking a no rather slowly. "I... I'm... al-lergic... I think," she finally managed to get out, though it felt like just spoken the longest sentence in the world. Rimi wasn't allergic to gagh as far as she knew, but she was pretty sure she'd hurl all over their boots if one of those squiggly things came within a decimeter of her lips. Part of her wanted to run, but would that piss these guys off? Her hand shut the book she'd been drawing the caricatures in, but her eyes remained fixed on the trio. Maybe they'd just grow board and leave her alone.[Durwot, son of Sh’root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.[Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta, Promenade]
On a high from the doctor's appointment he and Brooke had attended that morning, Gregory Ellis all but skipped into the Blue Beta, keen to pick up his customary take-away raktajino and BLT for lunch. He was a little late that afternoon, on account of the scan and the fact that his excitement had staved off his usual hunger, but it was now back with a vengeance. He was looking forward to eating in his new office and pouring over the holographic rends of his baby.
His baby! Their lives were speeding by so quickly of late. Thankfully, their days had mostly been filled with love and happiness, adjustment period aside. His family was growing, and while Greg would have preferred for his sister to be closer, or for things with his mother to be less... icy, he found he had very little to complain about in general.
Though he might spare a word or two for the scene that was unfolding before him inside his preferred Bar & Restaurant.
His eyes narrowed, quickly taking in the Klingons, their shouting, and the young girl who looked poised and ready for flight. He discerned the nature of the exchange quickly, and stepped toward the Trill's table. He speared the noisy lout with a hard stare and stood with the casual confidence and practiced posture of one very sure of their own physical prowess.
"You would have this girl test food you believe poisoned!? PAH! Only a coward would behave in such a way!" His voice grew louder, meaning for everyone around them to hear him clearly. He threw his head back and laughed at the Klingon, then he leaned across the table and began pounding it with his fist in time to the chant.
He stared at Durwot, challenge written all over his face. "You!" He bellowed at the Klingon. "EAT EAT EAT!"
Tags: Matthew Harmon (Durwot, son of Sh'root), Isaiah Quinn (Rimi)
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Greg is a true knight in shining armor, taking the proverbial fight to the Klingons on their own terms
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[...]
The words didn't come out at first, but her head was shaking a no rather slowly. "I... I'm... al-lergic... I think," she finally managed to get out, though it felt like just spoken the longest sentence in the world. Rimi wasn't allergic to gagh as far as she knew, but she was pretty sure she'd hurl all over their boots if one of those squiggly things came within a decimeter of her lips. Part of her wanted to run, but would that piss these guys off? Her hand shut the book she'd been drawing the caricatures in, but her eyes remained fixed on the trio. Maybe they'd just grow board and leave her alone.
Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.
{Click for Greg}
On a high from the doctor's appointment he and Brooke had attended that morning, Gregory Ellis all but skipped into the Blue Beta, keen to pick up his customary take-away raktajino and BLT for lunch. He was a little late that afternoon, on account of the scan and the fact that his excitement had staved off his usual hunger, but it was now back with a vengeance. He was looking forward to eating in his new office and pouring over the holographic rends of his baby.
His baby! Their lives were speeding by so quickly of late. Thankfully, their days had mostly been filled with love and happiness, adjustment period aside. His family was growing, and while Greg would have preferred for his sister to be closer, or for things with his mother to be less... icy, he found he had very little to complain about in general.
Though he might spare a word or two for the scene that was unfolding before him inside his preferred Bar & Restaurant.
His eyes narrowed, quickly taking in the Klingons, their shouting, and the young girl who looked poised and ready for flight. He discerned the nature of the exchange quickly, and stepped toward the Trill's table. He speared the noisy lout with a hard stare and stood with the casual confidence and practiced posture of one very sure of their own physical prowess.
"You would have this girl test food you believe poisoned!? PAH! Only a coward would behave in such a way!" His voice grew louder, meaning for everyone around them to hear him clearly. He threw his head back and laughed at the Klingon, then he leaned across the table and began pounding it with his fist in time to the chant.
He stared at Durwot, challenge written all over his face. "You!" He bellowed at the Klingon. "EAT EAT EAT!"
Tags: Matthew Harmon (Durwot, son of Sh'root), Isaiah Quinn (Rimi)
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{Submission #5, by Isaiah Quinn, is in the event}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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S'Riia was fairly confident that they had arrived just in time to prevent things from escalating too far. Though, it seemed that one of the patrons wasn't going to just stand by and watch the Klingons torment the teen. S'Riia recognized Commander Greg Ellis instantly. In some ways, one could say that he'd called the male Klingon's honor into question, being that he was practically picking on a child for his amusement. The girl, seemed terrified enough as it was. It was at that moment that Chief Melihn chose to intervene.
Though, just as she moved forward, S'Riia could have sworn that Roland had suggested that the pair of them go first, being that he was unarmed. S'Riia turned, briefly giving him a quizzical look, before falling in behind Ryah for support. She stood just behind the woman, staring at the Klingons. The half-Caitian was hoping they would accept this escort to the Captain without incident. Hopefully, they'd had their fill of amusement at the expense of others for the day.
[NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ]
Nobody was doing anything. Perhaps this some sort of karmic payback? Rimi couldn't help but think that the universe had surely taken more than enough from the girl. It wasn't satisfied with her mother's life, now it wanted hers as well? And then, there he was. Strong... dark-hair... fearless. He confronted the Klingons, not content to simply stand aside and allow Rimi to fall prey to their bullying. She could finally hear the pounding of her heart in her ears, but more than that... she could breathe.
She didn't take her eyes off of them. Soon, several Starfleet security officers rushed in. They were conveniently late. Perhaps they were content to visit with Rimi in the infirmary or the morgue, since she hadn't shown up in their offices this week. More likely, they didn't want to be upstaged by her hero. And out of nowhere, that surly Bolian appeared in the mix as well. What did she want? Even now, Rimi still couldn't bring herself to move an inch. Not until she knew that she was completely safe.
Soft Tags: Ozu Saya (Ryah), Judith Eastman (Roland, Koplar), Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha), Matthew Harmon (Durwot), Avi Moz , Leanna Mazal (Jack)
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I enjoyed the whole exchange with the Klingons, Greg & Rimi, however this one stuck out as Rimi realised who her saviour was in typical teenage girl fashion, which reminded me of my own teenage years.
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{Quoted Posts}[Durwot, son of Sh’root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.
[Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta, Promenade]
On a high from the doctor's appointment he and Brooke had attended that morning, Gregory Ellis all but skipped into the Blue Beta, keen to pick up his customary take-away raktajino and BLT for lunch. He was a little late that afternoon, on account of the scan and the fact that his excitement had staved off his usual hunger, but it was now back with a vengeance. He was looking forward to eating in his new office and pouring over the holographic rends of his baby.
His baby! Their lives were speeding by so quickly of late. Thankfully, their days had mostly been filled with love and happiness, adjustment period aside. His family was growing, and while Greg would have preferred for his sister to be closer, or for things with his mother to be less... icy, he found he had very little to complain about in general.
Though he might spare a word or two for the scene that was unfolding before him inside his preferred Bar & Restaurant.
His eyes narrowed, quickly taking in the Klingons, their shouting, and the young girl who looked poised and ready for flight. He discerned the nature of the exchange quickly, and stepped toward the Trill's table. He speared the noisy lout with a hard stare and stood with the casual confidence and practiced posture of one very sure of their own physical prowess.
"You would have this girl test food you believe poisoned!? PAH! Only a coward would behave in such a way!" His voice grew louder, meaning for everyone around them to hear him clearly. He threw his head back and laughed at the Klingon, then he leaned across the table and began pounding it with his fist in time to the chant.
He stared at Durwot, challenge written all over his face. "You!" He bellowed at the Klingon. "EAT EAT EAT!"
[NPC - Captain Klopar, daughter of Krak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]
Klopar could certainly appreciate the humans owning up to their bland gagh, and offering it for free. She was no Ferengi, but she didn't like to pay for subpar wares.
She watched with relish as her subordinates messed with the Trill (a little horseplay never hurt anyone), and then even more so as the handsome human confronted Durwot.
"Finally, a worthy mate!" she exclaimed, seemingly nonsensical. "You should take Durwot as your bride!"
It was no mistake at all. Klopar enjoyed getting Durwot worked up in ways like this.
She was oblivious to the Starfleet security personnel encroaching.
[NPC - PO2 Roland L. Jenkins - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]
Roland was extremely off-put by the Klingons' loud rambunctiousness. They could - literally and metaphorically - eat him for breakfast.
"You go first," he told the two security crewwomen. "I'm unarmed."
[Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta]
Poison? Eh. Jurgha could stomach anything. Durwot’s suspicions about the food, bland or no, were of little concern.
She laughed at the Trill girl’s terrified expression and Durwot’s comment about live worms. And then another human entered, at just the right time to issue a challenge of his own. “Ha! No challenge should go unanswered! You both will have to eat!” She looked from one of them to the other.
Jurgha pushed the writhing bowl of gagh, of which there was still plenty left, away from herself. “Let us see who can really stomach more.”
With her attention on the scene in front of her, she also paid little attention to who else was leaving or arriving at the restaurant.
[SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta]
Ryah was just a little pleased with herself that her hunch had been correct. They could hear the Klingons before they even got through the door, but it didn't sound like they were too rowdy...yet.
Not knowing who was who, but knowing the names of the Klingons, Ryah approached the table and addressed them loudly to break through the noise, 'Excuse me! Captain Klopar? I'm Senior Chief Melihn. We're supposed to be in a meeting...' She left it at that, not wanting to reveal too much where others could overhear.
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - CO's Office --> Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ]Was it incompetence, or were they attempting to poison them? It wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to poison Durwot. He held up and examined some of the gagh, before staring back into the eyes of the server as he promised the food would be on the house. This served only to make Durwot more suspicious.
“If you have poisoned this I swear to you I will get my revenge before I die,” he threatened. He was a strong warrior. He was even purple belt in Mok’bara. Even if he was poisoned and doomed to a painful death, he would be able to hang on by the power of spite long enough to exact his righteous revenge.
When Jurgha offered the gagh to one of the puny Federationers, Durwot let out a hearty laugh, for a moment forgetting about the potential poisoning. Of course, the weak Trill female was scared of the gagh. “Isn’t your kind used to having live worms inside you?” He mocked, having read enough about the Trill to understand that they often consumed a larger live worm in order to become one with the worm. Something like that, anyway. “Eat! Eat! Eat!” He began chanting, thumping his fists onto the table as he did so.
{Spoiler}{Spoiler}
On a high from the doctor's appointment he and Brooke had attended that morning, Gregory Ellis all but skipped into the Blue Beta, keen to pick up his customary take-away raktajino and BLT for lunch. He was a little late that afternoon, on account of the scan and the fact that his excitement had staved off his usual hunger, but it was now back with a vengeance. He was looking forward to eating in his new office and pouring over the holographic rends of his baby.
His baby! Their lives were speeding by so quickly of late. Thankfully, their days had mostly been filled with love and happiness, adjustment period aside. His family was growing, and while Greg would have preferred for his sister to be closer, or for things with his mother to be less... icy, he found he had very little to complain about in general.
Though he might spare a word or two for the scene that was unfolding before him inside his preferred Bar & Restaurant.
His eyes narrowed, quickly taking in the Klingons, their shouting, and the young girl who looked poised and ready for flight. He discerned the nature of the exchange quickly, and stepped toward the Trill's table. He speared the noisy lout with a hard stare and stood with the casual confidence and practiced posture of one very sure of their own physical prowess.
"You would have this girl test food you believe poisoned!? PAH! Only a coward would behave in such a way!" His voice grew louder, meaning for everyone around them to hear him clearly. He threw his head back and laughed at the Klingon, then he leaned across the table and began pounding it with his fist in time to the chant.
He stared at Durwot, challenge written all over his face. "You!" He bellowed at the Klingon. "EAT EAT EAT!"
Klopar could certainly appreciate the humans owning up to their bland gagh, and offering it for free. She was no Ferengi, but she didn't like to pay for subpar wares.
She watched with relish as her subordinates messed with the Trill (a little horseplay never hurt anyone), and then even more so as the handsome human confronted Durwot.
"Finally, a worthy mate!" she exclaimed, seemingly nonsensical. "You should take Durwot as your bride!"
It was no mistake at all. Klopar enjoyed getting Durwot worked up in ways like this.
She was oblivious to the Starfleet security personnel encroaching.
[NPC - PO2 Roland L. Jenkins - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]
Roland was extremely off-put by the Klingons' loud rambunctiousness. They could - literally and metaphorically - eat him for breakfast.
"You go first," he told the two security crewwomen. "I'm unarmed."
Poison? Eh. Jurgha could stomach anything. Durwot’s suspicions about the food, bland or no, were of little concern.
She laughed at the Trill girl’s terrified expression and Durwot’s comment about live worms. And then another human entered, at just the right time to issue a challenge of his own. “Ha! No challenge should go unanswered! You both will have to eat!” She looked from one of them to the other.
Jurgha pushed the writhing bowl of gagh, of which there was still plenty left, away from herself. “Let us see who can really stomach more.”
With her attention on the scene in front of her, she also paid little attention to who else was leaving or arriving at the restaurant.
Ryah was just a little pleased with herself that her hunch had been correct. They could hear the Klingons before they even got through the door, but it didn't sound like they were too rowdy...yet.
Not knowing who was who, but knowing the names of the Klingons, Ryah approached the table and addressed them loudly to break through the noise, 'Excuse me! Captain Klopar? I'm Senior Chief Melihn. We're supposed to be in a meeting...' She left it at that, not wanting to reveal too much where others could overhear.
S'Riia was fairly confident that they had arrived just in time to prevent things from escalating too far. Though, it seemed that one of the patrons wasn't going to just stand by and watch the Klingons torment the teen. S'Riia recognized Commander Greg Ellis instantly. In some ways, one could say that he'd called the male Klingon's honor into question, being that he was practically picking on a child for his amusement. The girl, seemed terrified enough as it was. It was at that moment that Chief Melihn chose to intervene.
Though, just as she moved forward, S'Riia could have sworn that Roland had suggested that the pair of them go first, being that he was unarmed. S'Riia turned, briefly giving him a quizzical look, before falling in behind Ryah for support. She stood just behind the woman, staring at the Klingons. The half-Caitian was hoping they would accept this escort to the Captain without incident. Hopefully, they'd had their fill of amusement at the expense of others for the day.
[NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ]
Nobody was doing anything. Perhaps this some sort of karmic payback? Rimi couldn't help but think that the universe had surely taken more than enough from the girl. It wasn't satisfied with her mother's life, now it wanted hers as well? And then, there he was. Strong... dark-hair... fearless. He confronted the Klingons, not content to simply stand aside and allow Rimi to fall prey to their bullying. She could finally hear the pounding of her heart in her ears, but more than that... she could breathe.
She didn't take her eyes off of them. Soon, several Starfleet security officers rushed in. They were conveniently late. Perhaps they were content to visit with Rimi in the infirmary or the morgue, since she hadn't shown up in their offices this week. More likely, they didn't want to be upstaged by her hero. And out of nowhere, that surly Bolian appeared in the mix as well. What did she want? Even now, Rimi still couldn't bring herself to move an inch. Not until she knew that she was completely safe.
Soft Tags: Ozu Saya (Ryah), Judith Eastman (Roland, Koplar), Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha), Matthew Harmon (Durwot), Avi Moz , Leanna Mazal (Jack)
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{Submission #6, by Avi Moz, is in the event}Here's what the nominator wrote:
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[ Avi Moz | Blue Beta ]
"Aha ha ha ha ha!" Avi laughed loudly and pointed at the blood she'd drawn from Jurgha. First blood was Avi's which was worth some amount of honor points, she was certain. "Ah ha ha ah ah!"
Station security's dimmest warp cells arrived on scene with the same lacking diplomatic savvy Avi had come to expect. Avi's already shallow interest in pleasing Starfleet had dematerialised entirely the moment Matthew Harmon had coerced her into going undercover in the Nyberrite Alliance. That and there was no way she was going to stand down in front of Jurgha daughter of Khar, not now anyway. Security brothers could wait their turn; they weren't actually going to phaser her over this. Then they could all go to the brig and Avi and Jurgha would finally have time to catch up.
"Shove your phaser - !" Avi began to make verbal her defiance of McDonough and Espada's directions, but a flying table interrupted her. She scrambled out from under it in time to meet the advancing Jurgha with a tackling knee to the midsection, risking being sliced on Jurgha's makeshift stake.
Judith Eastman (McDonough/Espada) Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha)
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This is the kind of wisdomous behavior we've come to expect of Avi, and we're all here for it.
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{Quotes}[...] The two security officers ran into the bar, to finish the job.
"Knock it off right now!" Alex barked at both the Klingon and Moz, though he held his phaser ready to enforce that.
"Come on, Avi. You know where we're going, phaser nap or not," Kevin threatened.[Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta]
There was a satisfying crack as her fist connected with Avi’s face. In the distance, a woman’s voice shouted that drinks were free. Excellent. She would enjoy some more bloodwine after her victory.
Jurgha moved to protect her head, and the chairs smashed into her side, one after the other, breaking on impact. She stumbled back, but the action only served to get her blood running. The Klingon snarled in equal parts anger and enthusiasm. Being a customs officer might not be the stuff of legend, and perhaps Jurgha enjoyed indulging in bloodwine and gagh a little too much for the good of her physique. Even so, she could certainly hold her own against one slimy Bolian.
She wiped a trail of blood from the side of her face, then grabbed a sharp piece of the broken chair and lunged at Avi.
Other voices joined in, trying to butt in and get them to stop, but Jurgha barely heard any of them. They were none of her concern. “This is between us!” she shouted at the security officers as she ducked away from them, then upended an entire table in Avi’s direction.
"Knock it off right now!" Alex barked at both the Klingon and Moz, though he held his phaser ready to enforce that.
"Come on, Avi. You know where we're going, phaser nap or not," Kevin threatened.
There was a satisfying crack as her fist connected with Avi’s face. In the distance, a woman’s voice shouted that drinks were free. Excellent. She would enjoy some more bloodwine after her victory.
Jurgha moved to protect her head, and the chairs smashed into her side, one after the other, breaking on impact. She stumbled back, but the action only served to get her blood running. The Klingon snarled in equal parts anger and enthusiasm. Being a customs officer might not be the stuff of legend, and perhaps Jurgha enjoyed indulging in bloodwine and gagh a little too much for the good of her physique. Even so, she could certainly hold her own against one slimy Bolian.
She wiped a trail of blood from the side of her face, then grabbed a sharp piece of the broken chair and lunged at Avi.
Other voices joined in, trying to butt in and get them to stop, but Jurgha barely heard any of them. They were none of her concern. “This is between us!” she shouted at the security officers as she ducked away from them, then upended an entire table in Avi’s direction.
[ Avi Moz | Blue Beta ]
"Aha ha ha ha ha!" Avi laughed loudly and pointed at the blood she'd drawn from Jurgha. First blood was Avi's which was worth some amount of honor points, she was certain. "Ah ha ha ah ah!"
Station security's dimmest warp cells arrived on scene with the same lacking diplomatic savvy Avi had come to expect. Avi's already shallow interest in pleasing Starfleet had dematerialised entirely the moment Matthew Harmon had coerced her into going undercover in the Nyberrite Alliance. That and there was no way she was going to stand down in front of Jurgha daughter of Khar, not now anyway. Security brothers could wait their turn; they weren't actually going to phaser her over this. Then they could all go to the brig and Avi and Jurgha would finally have time to catch up.
"Shove your phaser - !" Avi began to make verbal her defiance of McDonough and Espada's directions, but a flying table interrupted her. She scrambled out from under it in time to meet the advancing Jurgha with a tackling knee to the midsection, risking being sliced on Jurgha's makeshift stake.
Judith Eastman (McDonough/Espada) Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha)
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