Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on Aug 2, 2021 17:08:33 GMT
[Ensign Enola - Square -> Science Tent - LZ-2 Colony - Kerelia]
She looked at Chloe with a pitying yet confident look and allowed a tiny smile. Enola was sure Chloe would do fine.
For a moment, she let her gaze roam over the people present to see if anyone wanted to switch teams, before she turned her gaze back to Captain Eastman and followed her.
In the tent, she took one rough look around and then cast an intensive glance at the tables with the computer terminals. Seriously? Enola also went to one of the desks and narrowly skimmed the puzzles on the terminal before starting with the one that seemed somehow sympathetic, but still a bit of a challenge to her Vulcan mind. Riddle #5.
Soft: Everyone in the treasure hunter team
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Rin Zakir
Security & Tactical
[TI21]
Posts: 112 Likes: 5
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Security & Tactical
Species: Bajoran
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Post by Rin Zakir on Aug 2, 2021 22:39:59 GMT
[ Ensign Rin Zakir - Town Square - LZ-2 Colony - Kerelia] There certainly were an interesting cast of character hanging around, not all of whom were Starfleet. He did wonder the civilians reasons to be here, but presumably the captain trusted them. He did wonder what the science officer had meant by 'too loud', but it seemed that wouldn't be his problem. Surprisingly few had volunteered to check things out at the bar, the allure of the treasure hunt seemingly being far more appealing. Oh well, at least he would be there to give Hudson a little support. He felt a little sorry for her, as she seemed rather crestfallen, but before he could say anything, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he came face to face with Petty Officer Bremmer. Although she would be heading out in the bush, it still seemed clear that she wanted him to know that she had his back. "Likewise, take care of yourself out there. Oh, and make sure the others don't get eaten by tritters or something!", he responded with a small yet warm smile. He then turned his attention back to his team leading, nodding as she made sure she had addressed him correctly. "That's me!", he then turned the same smile to Hudson. "and hey, don't look so disappointed, I've heard I can be pretty good company, if given the chance!" he added, hoping a little light hearted joke would help improve her spirits a little.
Tag Eliska Bremmer , Matthew Harmon (Chloe Hudson)
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Aug 3, 2021 0:18:28 GMT
[ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]{Quoted Posts} [Costa - The Drunken Tritter, LZ-2]One brow raised, Costa's eyes slid to the side to survey this Gin Fizz. Her mouth curved upward in a smirk. "Wang hora,"[fn]"One hour."[/fn] she said, her face turning slightly to address the barman. "Kepe prix?"[fn]"What price/odds?"[/fn] The barman pulled a brand of Earth gin from a high shelf, blowing off the dust from the bottle and surreptitiously sizing up the latest customer-slash-adventurer to wander in to the Drunken Tritter. He poured the clear liquor into a rusty shaker over a single cube of ice, and considered for a time. "Faf fo wang,"[fn]"Five to one."[/fn] he responded easily in lang freighta, the language of Costa's people. It was music to her ears. Why not hustle a little extra on the side if she could? It was easy money, as far as she was concerned. She didn't know this poser, why would she care if he got hunted by a catmon or eaten by a family of tritters? "Du mi fo teng."[fn]"Put me down for ten."[/fn] Pleased with herself, she took another sip from her flask and went back to people watching.
Tag: Eliska Bremmer (Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau) [NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]Klopar, formerly of customs enforcement in the KDF, was now a bounty hunter. It paid better, and it was more honorable. Now, she thundered into the local bar, finding her competitors, or perhaps partners, there, including a decrepit El-Aurian, a rather weaselly-looking man with too much hair gel, and a freighter type with a lot of confidence and a low opinion of the weasel. "You, rodent man," she addressed him, with the characteristic loudness of Klingon women. "She has insulted your honor!"Tag Eliska Bremmer (Ilario), Charlie Fox (Costa) When he placed his order, the barkeep was addressed by the petite woman in some odd dialect. It loosely sounded like English or Federation Standard, but there was no way to be certain; homonyms were a dangerous assumption made by explorers when trying to establish communications, and he wasn't about to fall in that particular trap. Now, as his drink was being made, from a rather dusty bottle (of course, no one this far would know what to do with a proper gin, even if they had it on hand!) and a rusty shaker (how quaint and provincial!), he found himself realizing he might be better off not asking what kind of egg white was going to be used! And doing the first shake with an ice cube? How delightfully barbaric! The man almost knew how to make a proper drink! But then, some animal-like bellow sounded, and it wasn't until he saw it was coming from a Klingon of all things that he realized, those were words, and apparently that adorable pixie-looking lass was insulting him? Not so much as the Klingon had, calling him a rodent of all things! "Insulting me? Any more than you by calling me a rodent? Now, I will do you the courtesy of assuming it is you not understanding our language well enough to truly know what 'rodent' might meant. But the melody of that tone, the good nature of it? That can't be insulting, can it?"
tag Judith Eastman (Klopar) Soft Charlie Fox (Costa)
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Aug 3, 2021 0:47:02 GMT
[ PO3 Eliska Bremmer - Square, LZ-2 Colony ]
Well, it would seem the briefing that Eliska had received had been... incomplete all right. She had expected they would be heading off into the bush as quickly as possible, seek out to obtain that treasure or whatever it was ahead of the civilians gunning for it. For one thing, it would help prevent anyone from getting lost in those woods, or them going at each other's throats... but this was an imperfect world all right. And it would seem that the job at hand just now, well, wasn't exactly suited to her talents.
If she'd known where they were going, she could read a land map and set a course on the ground like the best of them, and if need be set a pace that might be challenging for a lot of people to keep up with. But analyzing clues? Not exactly her wheelhouse, not when she had barely met the educational minimums for Security enlisted personnel. So, until such a time as they would be heading out, the most use she could be would be refilling canteens... Which was not her idea of fun. But she couldn't very well back out now, could she?
So, she unslung her pack, and made her way to one of the terminals. The math problems were entirely beyond her, but the riddles, well... The fourth was some kind of geology problem, Ensign Enola brought up the next, so she tackled the one in the sixth slot.
And she chuckled. That one was old all right, she'd seen it before, and in different languages. But as the Captain said, there was a need to find what could be wrong answers as well... if only from a search-and-rescue perspective. "I think I have Number 6," she announced. "If I could get someone else's eyes on this, please?"
Softs to the hunters
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Aug 3, 2021 1:45:38 GMT
[Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Science Tent]
“So we are,” Jurgha replied with a sharp grin to Eliska, when she said they’d be entering the bush again. She was slowly but surely growing to like the human woman. However, it was soon clarified that no one was going into the bush yet.
Upon learning they had to prepare for treasure hunting by solving riddles, (none of which had anything to do with coordinates, or treasure) she considered switching teams again. However, pride won out; she did not want anyone to think she was backing down, or wasn’t smart enough for the job. Also, decoding the source of the ‘treasure hunt’ was more likely to actually get them to it, as opposed to getting only secondhand information while chasing fools through the jungle.
She frowned at the list, looking for one that stood out to her as solvable. After skipping over some of the more confounding ones, Jurgha turned her attention to Riddle #2, which as far as math went, seemed straightforward enough to solve.
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Enola
Intelligence
[TI39]
Posts: 341 Likes: 4
Rank: Ensign
Species: Romulan-Vulcan
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Post by Enola on Aug 3, 2021 5:08:19 GMT
[Ensign Enola - Science Tent - LZ-2 Colony]
Enola had made a few notes on the puzzle at her terminal, going over various possibilities as she kept coming to the same conclusion. Either she was stupid (unlikely, but not impossible) or the puzzle was simple. "Petty Officer," she finally said, leaning more to the side so she could get a look at Bremmer's riddle. "What solution do you have in mind?", she asked. Enola didn't want to take away the fun of the puzzle right away, and maybe the woman had found another way to solve it that was also likely to be logical.
Tag Eliska Bremmer
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Syl O'Connell
Flight Control
[TI8]
Posts: 662 Likes: 9
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Flight Control/Caldonia 5
Species: Human
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Post by Syl O'Connell on Aug 3, 2021 12:25:22 GMT
[Lt. JG Cerjess Miren - Kerelia - Town Square]Hold up. Wait. Riddles? They were solving riddles? Did she say that before? He really needed to start paying closer attention to the briefings. While Cerjess considered himself at least moderately intelligent (he was a scientist, after all) he generally didn't have the attention span to solve riddles. Let alone ones that were created thousands of years ago, by who knows what culture. While normally he wouldn't consider himself to be any good at people watching... He could at least get an idea of who would be the most likely to use eco-destructive methods to get to the treasure. So after quickly glancing back and forth between the two teams, as one group followed the Captain towards a nearby tent, the Trill spun on his heel and scurried after Lt. Hudson and Ensign Rin. Hey! That was the Bajoran security guy that he was going to buy a drink for when they got back from the Melkon system, right? How could he have forgotten to actually do that? Joining the pair, he looked up at the business sign above the door. The Drunken Tritter? Could he make some joke here about the two of them dealing with a bunch of dust-covered tritters twice in a row? No, probably not. It didn't even sound good in his head; it most definitely would not sound good out loud. "Looks like I'm with you guys after all," he settled for instead, shifting his attention to the team lead. "Cerjess Miren." Wait, did she know that already? This was going to be a long day.
Tag Matthew Harmon Rin Zakir
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Anastazia Volkova
Civilian
Posts: 64 Likes: 1
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: "Technician"
Species: Humanish
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Post by Anastazia Volkova on Aug 3, 2021 14:48:26 GMT
[Staz Volkova - Kerelia - The Drunken Tritter]There were a lot more people gathered in the town square than the Ochiran had been expecting. Not that that bothered her, it just made it easier to blend in with the clusters of strangers. Unless, of course, everyone here was Starfleet... Which is what it looked like by the gathering in the town square. Maybe this had been the wrong destination for her after all. Hesitating only briefly, the exile decided to do what she always did in new places - Act like she belonged there. Shifting the small bag that contained all of her belongings to a more comfortable position over her shoulder, she held her head up high and strode down the path, just in time to see a majority of the Fleeters head off towards a tent. Small favors. A loud roar drew her attention to a nearby building. She had no idea what the sign said, but as the door swung open she got a whiff of alcohol and a glimpse of people not wearing uniforms. That seemed to be the best place to find out what was what there. So without missing another beat, she brushed past the three remaining officers, unable to keep the sneer off her face. Just because she chose to come to a Federation colony, didn't mean she had to like it. As she entered the building, Staz was rather pleased to find it looked very much like a bar. There was a Klingon in conversation with a couple of humans, all of whom she ignored as she slung her bag over the back of an empty chair and took a seat. The bartender turned to look at her expectantly, and her gaze swept across the bottles on display. Now came the hard part... "Tekilla shot and lemon. Double." Her Ochiran accent was thick, but thankfully the man seemed to be used to that as he didn't ask her to clarify. Her fingertips drummed against the counter as she looked around absently, waiting for her drink.
Soft tag Charlie Fox Eliska Bremmer Judith Eastman
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 3, 2021 15:56:57 GMT
{Quotes - Gin Fizz, Klingon, Newbie} [NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]Klopar, formerly of customs enforcement in the KDF, was now a bounty hunter. It paid better, and it was more honorable. Now, she thundered into the local bar, finding her competitors, or perhaps partners, there, including a decrepit El-Aurian, a rather weaselly-looking man with too much hair gel, and a freighter type with a lot of confidence and a low opinion of the weasel. "You, rodent man," she addressed him, with the characteristic loudness of Klingon women. "She has insulted your honor!" [ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]
When he placed his order, the barkeep was addressed by the petite woman in some odd dialect. It loosely sounded like English or Federation Standard, but there was no way to be certain; homonyms were a dangerous assumption made by explorers when trying to establish communications, and he wasn't about to fall in that particular trap. Now, as his drink was being made, from a rather dusty bottle (of course, no one this far would know what to do with a proper gin, even if they had it on hand!) and a rusty shaker (how quaint and provincial!), he found himself realizing he might be better off not asking what kind of egg white was going to be used! And doing the first shake with an ice cube? How delightfully barbaric! The man almost knew how to make a proper drink! But then, some animal-like bellow sounded, and it wasn't until he saw it was coming from a Klingon of all things that he realized, those were words, and apparently that adorable pixie-looking lass was insulting him? Not so much as the Klingon had, calling him a rodent of all things! "Insulting me? Any more than you by calling me a rodent? Now, I will do you the courtesy of assuming it is you not understanding our language well enough to truly know what 'rodent' might meant. But the melody of that tone, the good nature of it? That can't be insulting, can it?" [Staz Volkova - Kerelia - The Drunken Tritter][...] As she entered the building, Staz was rather pleased to find it looked very much like a bar. There was a Klingon in conversation with a couple of humans, all of whom she ignored as she slung her bag over the back of an empty chair and took a seat. The bartender turned to look at her expectantly, and her gaze swept across the bottles on display. Now came the hard part... "Tekilla shot and lemon. Double." Her Ochiran accent was thick, but thankfully the man seemed to be used to that as he didn't ask her to clarify. Her fingertips drummed against the counter as she looked around absently, waiting for her drink. [Costa - The Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia]Costa hadn't expected a klingon, of all people, to understand her exchange with the barman. Even more surprising was the fact that the klingon ratted her out. She sneered in response, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the loudmouth. The female was either a moron, or very, very smart. "Mind your own honour and mind your own business," she replied in the common basic, her voice dripping with spite as she spoke the barbed warning. "Nobody likes keepin' a snitch around." She was still relaxed with shoulders back and elbows resting either side of her, back to the bar. But her hand moved smoothly to rest over the disruptor on her belt. To her right the barman was fixing another newcomer a shot, but he looked for all the world like the floor show was hardly of interest to him. < "Hed."[fn]"Captain."[/fn] > Baggy's nasal tones filled her ear, and with her free hand, she reached up to double-tap the little device implanted inside in acknowledgement for him to proceed. < "Milowda ta ge da info. Milowda du scan fo #4, gonya tenye pelésh fo to ere faf."[fn]"We've got the info. We're doing scans for #4, going to have a place for you in five."[/fn] > It was time to make like a tree. With one more sip from her flask and one more wary glance at the klingon, Costa pushed herself off the bar and began to make her way toward the exit. "Fong fo mi we."[fn]"Out of my way."[/fn]
Tags: Judith Eastman (Klopar), Eliska Bremmer (Gin Fizz), Anastazia Volkova , anyone in The Drunken Tritter.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Aug 3, 2021 16:43:58 GMT
[ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]When he placed his order, the barkeep was addressed by the petite woman in some odd dialect. It loosely sounded like English or Federation Standard, but there was no way to be certain; homonyms were a dangerous assumption made by explorers when trying to establish communications, and he wasn't about to fall in that particular trap. Now, as his drink was being made, from a rather dusty bottle (of course, no one this far would know what to do with a proper gin, even if they had it on hand!) and a rusty shaker (how quaint and provincial!), he found himself realizing he might be better off not asking what kind of egg white was going to be used! And doing the first shake with an ice cube? How delightfully barbaric! The man almost knew how to make a proper drink! But then, some animal-like bellow sounded, and it wasn't until he saw it was coming from a Klingon of all things that he realized, those were words, and apparently that adorable pixie-looking lass was insulting him? Not so much as the Klingon had, calling him a rodent of all things! "Insulting me? Any more than you by calling me a rodent? Now, I will do you the courtesy of assuming it is you not understanding our language well enough to truly know what 'rodent' might meant. But the melody of that tone, the good nature of it? That can't be insulting, can it?" [Costa - The Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia]Costa hadn't expected a klingon, of all people, to understand her exchange with the barman. Even more surprising was the fact that the klingon ratted her out. She sneered in response, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the loudmouth. The female was either a moron, or very, very smart. "Mind your own honour and mind your own business," she replied in the common basic, her voice dripping with spite as she spoke the barbed warning. "Nobody likes keepin' a snitch around." She was still relaxed with shoulders back and elbows resting either side of her, back to the bar. But her hand moved smoothly to rest over the disruptor on her belt. To her right the barman was fixing another newcomer a shot, but he looked for all the world like the floor show was hardly of interest to him. < "Hed."[fn]"Captain."[/fn] > Baggy's nasal tones filled her ear, and with her free hand, she reached up to double-tap the little device implanted inside in acknowledgement for him to proceed. < "Milowda ta ge da info. Milowda du scan fo #4, gonya tenye pelésh fo to ere faf."[fn]"We've got the info. We're doing scans for #4, going to have a place for you in five."[/fn] > It was time to make like a tree. With one more sip from her flask and one more wary glance at the klingon, Costa pushed herself off the bar and began to make her way toward the exit. "Fong fo mi we."[fn]"Out of my way."[/fn] [NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]"My English is perfectly good, rodent-man. My ancestors translated Shakespeare to English!" Klopar thundered. Like all Klingons, she resented the Bard's appropriation by humans, though she couldn't entirely fault them. Focused as she was on rodent-man, she almost didn't notice the freighter lass, who had just insulted her honor, trying to leave the bar. But, just in time, the Klingon did notice, grabbing the woman by the hair with a powerful hand. "My honor is secure, miss. I don't insult ridiculous little men behind their backs."Using both hands, she attempted to thrust Costa at rodent-man.
Tag Charlie Fox , Eliska Bremmer , soft Anastazia Volkova and security
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Aug 4, 2021 1:28:41 GMT
[ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]{Quoted Posts} [Staz Volkova - Kerelia - The Drunken Tritter]There were a lot more people gathered in the town square than the Ochiran had been expecting. Not that that bothered her, it just made it easier to blend in with the clusters of strangers. Unless, of course, everyone here was Starfleet... Which is what it looked like by the gathering in the town square. Maybe this had been the wrong destination for her after all. Hesitating only briefly, the exile decided to do what she always did in new places - Act like she belonged there. Shifting the small bag that contained all of her belongings to a more comfortable position over her shoulder, she held her head up high and strode down the path, just in time to see a majority of the Fleeters head off towards a tent. Small favors. A loud roar drew her attention to a nearby building. She had no idea what the sign said, but as the door swung open she got a whiff of alcohol and a glimpse of people not wearing uniforms. That seemed to be the best place to find out what was what there. So without missing another beat, she brushed past the three remaining officers, unable to keep the sneer off her face. Just because she chose to come to a Federation colony, didn't mean she had to like it. As she entered the building, Staz was rather pleased to find it looked very much like a bar. There was a Klingon in conversation with a couple of humans, all of whom she ignored as she slung her bag over the back of an empty chair and took a seat. The bartender turned to look at her expectantly, and her gaze swept across the bottles on display. Now came the hard part... "Tekilla shot and lemon. Double." Her Ochiran accent was thick, but thankfully the man seemed to be used to that as he didn't ask her to clarify. Her fingertips drummed against the counter as she looked around absently, waiting for her drink.
Soft tag Charlie Fox Eliska Bremmer Judith Eastman [Costa - The Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia]Costa hadn't expected a klingon, of all people, to understand her exchange with the barman. Even more surprising was the fact that the klingon ratted her out. She sneered in response, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the loudmouth. The female was either a moron, or very, very smart. "Mind your own honour and mind your own business," she replied in the common basic, her voice dripping with spite as she spoke the barbed warning. "Nobody likes keepin' a snitch around." She was still relaxed with shoulders back and elbows resting either side of her, back to the bar. But her hand moved smoothly to rest over the disruptor on her belt. To her right the barman was fixing another newcomer a shot, but he looked for all the world like the floor show was hardly of interest to him. < "Hed."[fn]"Captain."[/fn] > Baggy's nasal tones filled her ear, and with her free hand, she reached up to double-tap the little device implanted inside in acknowledgement for him to proceed. < "Milowda ta ge da info. Milowda du scan fo #4, gonya tenye pelésh fo to ere faf."[fn]"We've got the info. We're doing scans for #4, going to have a place for you in five."[/fn] > It was time to make like a tree. With one more sip from her flask and one more wary glance at the klingon, Costa pushed herself off the bar and began to make her way toward the exit. "Fong fo mi we."[fn]"Out of my way."[/fn]
Tags: Judith Eastman (Klopar), Eliska Bremmer (Gin Fizz), Anastazia Volkova , anyone in The Drunken Tritter. [NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]"My English is perfectly good, rodent-man. My ancestors translated Shakespeare to English!" Klopar thundered. Like all Klingons, she resented the Bard's appropriation by humans, though she couldn't entirely fault them. Focused as she was on rodent-man, she almost didn't notice the freighter lass, who had just insulted her honor, trying to leave the bar. But, just in time, the Klingon did notice, grabbing the woman by the hair with a powerful hand. "My honor is secure, miss. I don't insult ridiculous little men behind their backs."Using both hands, she attempted to thrust Costa at rodent-man.
Tag Charlie Fox , Eliska Bremmer , soft Anastazia Volkova and security Well, that was a little embarrassing, it would seem those melodious tones were indeed derision, given how the petite woman who'd voiced them spoke out against being called out. Even odder that a Klingon of all people would understand such things, when their language sounded like the aftermath of too much drinking after eating some bad oyster or second-rate sushi. But then again, the universe was full of wonders, and it was up to people like him to catalogue them all and accord them proper value (as opposed to those idiots in Starfleet who insisted on either sharing anything they found freely, or placing it behind rules and regulations and blockades to prevent them from being shared with those who were willing to pay for the privilege of being exposed to such marvels. However, given that the Klingon was indeed fluent in English and even more preposterously claimed the Shakespeare was from her own race, and she meant her insults, he could not let such stand. "I beg your pardon," he exclaimed after a long pull from his surprisingly tolerable gin fizz. "There is no way your sort could have ever originated Shakespeare, no matter what propaganda you believe! And I demand satisfaction for your insults, madam and..."He never finished that sentence, what with the violence occurring right in front of him... and he even tossed his drink ahead of the petite woman being shoved in his general direction. "This is intolerable!"
tag Judith Eastman (Klopar) Charlie Fox (Costa) Soft Anastazia Volkova and security
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Aug 4, 2021 3:30:19 GMT
Ensign Ic Arbrell — Science Tent(!), LZ-2 Colony, Kerelia] The harshness of the Klingon woman’s attitude toward him really should have been expected, and he probably should have just shut it, to avoid the acridity of burnt coffee that was the flavor of disdain. Should have known, but wasn’t surprised. As furtively as possible, he moved slowly to create a nice, wide margin there, thanks. Perhaps he would have been better off in the bar; he had a pretty good track record with those already. When Evoris spoke up to include him where before it seemed he had been shunned, the ensign perked up a bit. Fortunately, or unfortunately, time would tell, the Captain had wrangled him in completely with riddles. He did not need to be told twice that there were riddles for them; he was ready. If Ic was going to be useful on this assignment whatsoever, it was going to be because he’d known something.Ic quickly plunged a finger toward Riddle #1, intensely certain that he knew it at first glance, obvious as anything and he really wanted the extra credit. That was clearly good old joyless pal unidecimal system, he’d know those sassy little elevens anywhere— until he actually looked at it… and it wasn’t. It was… 60 off. The nice thing about the hat and the sunglasses and the sunblock and the heat was that it was difficult to determine how horribly he paled. The sun must have been getting to him already. (Or the discussion about his stutter as a child— ) “Well,” he said, tapping 1124 with the confidence built on the toothpick stilts of only knowing how to bullshit the other way around. That is, pretending you don’t know something you do, instead of not knowing something you’re pretending to. “That’s a mixed radix, certainly. I suppose that must have some meaning to the jungle, yeah? Mixed radix, radix meaning root, roots of the flora— Landmarks?”Or a red herring? He peered over at the others, and (even if it was completely wrong) could see the possible interpretations in that vein of others, too. Unwilling to be any more wrong, however, he buttoned up. At least, he’d hold his theories until the rest had been spoken for. Who knows, someone else’s solution could have changed the meaning of everything entirely. Ic had many mannerisms that were based exclusively in the aetherium of telepathy, sub-projective communication replacing “nonverbal” cues that accompanied spoken language (with which he had only the occasional dalliance). One of these such anti-telepathic expressions was a gesture akin to the brushing of a cat against one’s legs. He presumed that its intended recipient, who required no accommodation at any other time, could feel it. Evoris seemed to have been able to tell the loud and guarded things before. “Four sounds like you might have an idea.”
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Anastazia Volkova
Civilian
Posts: 64 Likes: 1
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: "Technician"
Species: Humanish
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Post by Anastazia Volkova on Aug 4, 2021 5:26:26 GMT
[Staz Volkova - Kerelia - The Drunken Tritter]The woman beside her maintained a casual demeanor, but from the corner of her eye Staz saw her hand rest over her disruptor. She had no idea what the argument was about, but clearly it was about to get violent. The double shot of tequila was set in front of her, along with a slice of lemon with something that looked like sugar poured over it. Well... that hadn't been exactly what she had in mind... but it would do. Pinching the slice, she let the juice and sugar drip into the glass before she tossed the entire shot back in one swallow. Slamming the glass back onto the counter, she bit the fruit off the rind, the spurt of sourness counteracting the taste of the alcohol. And then the violence happened. Shouting, insults, things - and people - being thrown... Dropping the lemon rind, Staz leapt off the barstool, swiftly pulling her dagger from its sheath on her belt. "'Ey!" she shouted at the Klingon woman that seemed to be the instigator of it all. "What do you care who she insults? You want to fight, there's plenty of Fleet outside to pick on." The Federation Standard that echoed back at her from the universal translators sounded foreign to her own ears, but at least she knew her point would get across. All she wanted was a drink, and the Klingon couldn't even be bothered to pick a fight with someone sitting farther away from the bar.
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 4, 2021 12:26:31 GMT
[NPC - Capt. (Ret.) Klopar, daughter of Krak - The Drunken Tritter]"My English is perfectly good, rodent-man. My ancestors translated Shakespeare to English!" Klopar thundered. Like all Klingons, she resented the Bard's appropriation by humans, though she couldn't entirely fault them. Focused as she was on rodent-man, she almost didn't notice the freighter lass, who had just insulted her honor, trying to leave the bar. But, just in time, the Klingon did notice, grabbing the woman by the hair with a powerful hand. "My honor is secure, miss. I don't insult ridiculous little men behind their backs."Using both hands, she attempted to thrust Costa at rodent-man. [ Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau - Drunken Tritter, LZ-2, Kerelia ]Well, that was a little embarrassing, it would seem those melodious tones were indeed derision, given how the petite woman who'd voiced them spoke out against being called out. Even odder that a Klingon of all people would understand such things, when their language sounded like the aftermath of too much drinking after eating some bad oyster or second-rate sushi. But then again, the universe was full of wonders, and it was up to people like him to catalogue them all and accord them proper value (as opposed to those idiots in Starfleet who insisted on either sharing anything they found freely, or placing it behind rules and regulations and blockades to prevent them from being shared with those who were willing to pay for the privilege of being exposed to such marvels. However, given that the Klingon was indeed fluent in English and even more preposterously claimed the Shakespeare was from her own race, and she meant her insults, he could not let such stand. "I beg your pardon," he exclaimed after a long pull from his surprisingly tolerable gin fizz. "There is no way your sort could have ever originated Shakespeare, no matter what propaganda you believe! And I demand satisfaction for your insults, madam and..."He never finished that sentence, what with the violence occurring right in front of him... and he even tossed his drink ahead of the petite woman being shoved in his general direction. "This is intolerable!" [Staz Volkova - Kerelia - The Drunken Tritter]The woman beside her maintained a casual demeanor, but from the corner of her eye Staz saw her hand rest over her disruptor. She had no idea what the argument was about, but clearly it was about to get violent. The double shot of tequila was set in front of her, along with a slice of lemon with something that looked like sugar poured over it. Well... that hadn't been exactly what she had in mind... but it would do. Pinching the slice, she let the juice and sugar drip into the glass before she tossed the entire shot back in one swallow. Slamming the glass back onto the counter, she bit the fruit off the rind, the spurt of sourness counteracting the taste of the alcohol. And then the violence happened. Shouting, insults, things - and people - being thrown... Dropping the lemon rind, Staz leapt off the barstool, swiftly pulling her dagger from its sheath on her belt. "'Ey!" she shouted at the Klingon woman that seemed to be the instigator of it all. "What do you care who she insults? You want to fight, there's plenty of Fleet outside to pick on." The Federation Standard that echoed back at her from the universal translators sounded foreign to her own ears, but at least she knew her point would get across. All she wanted was a drink, and the Klingon couldn't even be bothered to pick a fight with someone sitting farther away from the bar. [Costa - The Drunken Tritter]Costa was pulled back... by her hair. What a bitch move. The expression on her face was wild as the klingon said something that cemented her title of snitch. The klingon's superior strength meant that Costa was momentarily stuck, and the push back toward Gin Fizz had enough force behind it to send her scrambling backward toward him. But while she was on a course to knock straight into the protesting pretender, she was at the same time pulling her disruptor from its secure belt. There was no stun setting. "You're the rodent," Costa told her as she extended her arm and took aim, re-balancing herself on steady feet once more. "You got five seconds to get out of here, or I'll shoot you and loot your body for useful shit."It looked like she was giving the klingon a chance to leave, but in truth Costa did not want to shoot her in front of these witnesses, and certainly not while in a colony with Fleeters scurrying everywhere, adjacent to a street where she'd set up a semi-legitimate business. No, she'd rather get her in the jungle, where nobody would see and the catmons would eat the evidence. "Five."She cocked her head, ponytail swinging undone from the rough treatment and re-positioned her arm very slightly so that the klingon's chest was smack-bang in the middle of her crosshairs. "Four."
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Matthew Harmon
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Aug 4, 2021 15:07:40 GMT
[LTJG Chloe Hudson - Square -> The Drunken Tritter]"Okay," Chloe smiled at Rin as he tried to lighten the mood, appreciating his efforts. "Well, we'd best get going," she said to him and begun to head off towards the local bar. As they left, she heard a voice call out from behind. It seemed someone else had decided to join after all. "Lieutenant Hudson, good to have you," she introduced herself as Miren introduced himself.
Soon they reached the Drunken Tritter and it seemed not a moment too soon. It seemed the bounty hunters were already at each others fronts. She didn't recognise most of them, but she did recognise Costa. She hadn't had many run ins with the woman, but she was well known among intelligence and security. "We're going to need some more redshirts," she whispered to the two officers behind her as she stood in the doorway. "Hey!" she then barked, her voice carrying surprisingly well over the commotion. "You won't be shooting anyone today, Costa. Put the distruster down and walk away," she ordered. "I thought you were all meant to be the more talented bunch of scoundrels. Or do none of you have faith in your own abilities to win this hunt without getting rid of the competition?" she said in an attempt to appeal to their egos.
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