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 Sept 4, 2020 13:14:40 GMT
[Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]With his host business taken care of, and having snared a large percentage of the ladies in attendance for the evening at his table, he moved to join them. He stopped once or twice along the way, saying hello in his usual well-met manner, and reminding a couple of the ladies who had gotten away that his table promised to be 'where the action is'. Once he sat down, close by to Leanna and Elissska, he had another look over the mouth-watering menu. "Yes, good man, I am indeed quite ready to feast my eyes on this spread," he was holding a copy of the menu, but his arm was spread to indicate he really meant the ladies. "Let's start with the caviar for me, then the sausage, that sounds marvelous. And I would like a gimlet please, if you would, gin, of course. Hendrick's if you have it. If you don't, well, use something else and don't tell me." As the waiter nodded good-naturedly and moved off to take orders from the rest of the table, Reddington turned his sizable attention back to the others. "Chin chin, ladies," he said, holding up his champagne glass in a toast. "To eating, drinking, and being quite merry." He winked and took a generous sip from his glass, though still managed somehow to look smart set.
Tags: Leanna Mazal, Eliska Bremmer
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Sept 4, 2020 14:32:15 GMT
[Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]"Thank you, that's very kind," Chloe said to Redd as he offered his help with anything she needed. She then walked over to the table as directed and took a seat next to Leanna. The two appeared to be gossiping about their rather outgoing host.
"I'm not used to so much attention," she agreed. "I wonder if he'll prove an entertaining host or a...difficult one," she pondered aloud. As Lea pointed out he was returning, Chloe shifted topics. "So, how are the kids doing, Lea?" she asked out of genuine interest.
"Hmm, I'll start with the caviar and then...hmm let's go with the chicken," she asked the waiter, "Thank you," she said smiling earnestly once he took her order.
Chloe raised her glass for Redds toast, "To being quite merry!" she replied before taking a sip of her glass of champagne.
Tag: Leanna Mazal, Charlie Fox , Eliska Bremmer
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 4, 2020 15:40:23 GMT
[ Jack - Orient Express] It seemed as though Jack's instincts to approach Kova had been right as the Andorian looked as though she'd rather be anywhere else but here, especially as she didn't really engage with others apart from looking in their direction. Although when he was asked if the champagne was synthehol, that was something he could tell her immediately. " No it's the real thing and there's plenty more where that came from, unless you want something stronger" the Irishman replied, as she grabbed another glass. Jack had to admit that he was impressed by the way she knocked it back and wondered if she had any Irish blood flowing through those blue veins. When Kova then spoke about someone prattling and making a reference about a Ferengi's ability to talk, he had a shrewd idea of who she was referring too. " If you're referring to Redd, he's the host for this evening but you soon get used to him".[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] For once it seemed that things were perhaps looking up as the bartender mentioned that the alcohol was real. At least there was something promising about the evening. When he asked if she cared for something stronger, the Andorian's eye rose at the prospect that humans had ales that were actually stronger than water. "Yes, I would like something stronger. I trust your recommendation. Because this...," the Andorian said as she held up the champagne flute, "... will not suffice."She heard the call for everyone to take their seats. It seemed as if it was yet another convention that simply stymied the festivities in her opinion. Clearly, the older humans got, their ability to properly commence in social celebrations waned. This had never been an issue back at the Academy. As Jack commented that she would get used to Redd, her brow furrowed. "I'm hoping that will not be the case."She looked at her invitation once more and began to navigate her way through the crowd and make her way to her designated table. As she went, she took inventory of whom was sitting with whom. Somehow Crewman Bremmer and Ensign Hudson had elevated their social status to be at the host's table... along with another slew of women. Clearly... he had a type. The Andorian rolled her eyes, wondering exactly what criteria elevated those women to such high regard. Perhaps the absence of blue skin for one? Annoyed once more, she made her way her table, seeing first a Bajoran male. It wasn't until she rounded one final obstacle, a rather robust Tellarite that her eyes fell upon his date... and her pointy ears. Kova again turned the glass up and consumed its contents. She held up her empty glass signalling the need for another drink, post-haste. She finally made her way to her seat. Clearly, someone was looking to punish her. Probably those giggling pinkskins, Aune and Melihn. First, encouraging her attendance without really saying as much, and then finding a way to manipulate her to a table with Chief Ozu Saya. Was this there way of rubbing salt in open wounds? Seating her next to the Chief Engineer, who in theory should bear superior technical knowledge? "Greetings," she uttered with a purposeful chill. "This is my seat." It was the only explanation she gave as she sat down in it, her eyes settling on the couple. Thus far, her prevailing opinion of the two was that he could have done so much better than her.
Tag Leanna Mazal (Jack), Ozu Saya ( & Kyo )
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 4, 2020 16:09:28 GMT
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal, Imahl Shahal] Aryn was young enough to be forgiven for not immediately recognizing that there was another El-Aurian present. With all of the people and the excitement, the energy of the place was a bit confusing, especially for someone who'd met fewer than a handful of her own people in total. In fact, she was about to nearly match that number with her own children. Alec was certainly old enough to have noticed Sir Doug, but his attention was almost entirely on his wife and making sure all was well with her and the babies. Carrying for fourteen months was no joke; carrying triplets for that long was significantly more difficult. Alec would have been perfectly happy to stay in their quarters, but Aryn had insisted that it was important as new business owners that they make an appearance and begin to get to know their peers. Sir Doug, I've heard of you, Alec said. I'm Dr. Alec Trenzal.Aryn Trenzal, she supplied. We didn't realize there were any other El-Aurians on the station. I'm happy to meet you.The couple followed agreeably when Sir Doug suggested boarding the train, while Imahl rolled his eyes at the presence of the PooDoo. Honestly, what sane person brought a pet to a fancy dinner? His only acknowledgement of Sir Doug was a short nod and a, Zaman, as they entered the train. Before boarding, Aryn noted the rock-like being coming toward them and paused to acknowledge the Horta and holographic projection. Oh, I saw your shop. I'm looking forward to checking it out better after we're a little more settled.
Tag Judith Eastman and Sven Aune [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]"I'm around," Sir Doug answered as they boarded. He took in the surroundings as he picked out a table. "They got quite a few of the details right," the ancient one observed. "I don't suppose they'll include some mechanical failures as well, or perhaps some livestock on the track?"Steam locomotives were remarkable in that regard. They could fail, but most of those failures could be fixed with a hammer and a few nails. Using that kind of maintenance approach on a warp core wouldn't end well at all. "I don't mean to intrude, Aryn, but how far along are you?" Sir Doug then asked the visibly pregnant one. He'd seen his fair share of pregnancies, bur she looked... big.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Sept 4, 2020 19:44:17 GMT
[ Ozu Saya and all NPCs - Orient Express] Everyone moved aboard the train and found seats as the train got underway. [ Melihn Ryah] Ryah smiled and waved at Eliska the young woman headed off after the MC. Him she gave a bit of a hard look, but didn't see any real harm in him, at least not yet. Instead she went to a table with Sven and sat in the chair he pulled out for her. Everything is 100% fine, she assured him before setting her beaded handbag on the table and opening the clasp. She withdrew a small, black case, one that would likely look very familiar to the massive security officer. A grin crept across Ryah's face as she said, It is my duty to inform you that Starfleet has seen fit to add another pip to your collar, with a little recommendation from me, and has given you charge of security of this heap of slag. She slid the box over to Sven, thrilled to be able to pass the baton to someone so capable.
Tag Sven Aune Left Ear to-Ennien] The Sivaoan's whiskers arched forward, then her fur rippled slightly as first Shavan, then Charlie, elucidated on the human phrase. I see, she said thoughtfully. And I am very sorry for the rude question, she added to Shavan. I am not familiar enough with the range of human norms to be certain of nearly anyone. Since there seem to be more humans than any other species on the station, I thought it was the safest guess.
I'm not sure why you'd want to put cats in bags in the first place, but the others have told me that some people, humans especially, find that we strongly resemble an animal on Earth. Who knows? Maybe in a few million years, those cats will evolve to be more like Sivaoans! Left Ear's tail looped into a corkscrew. So you are...Vulcan? she asked, curiously. Long ago, when Starfleet first came to Sivao, CaptainJamesTKirk told my people that touching Vulcans caused them distress and that the ears were a way to tell the difference.
I'm a healer, she said suddenly, hoping that naming her vocation would explain her intense curiosity about different species.
Tag Charlie Fox and Shavan Th'zhaar |Orient Express || Sven Aune | Opal Peridot ||Sven gave the black box a long hard look. Was this for real? Was he really getting promoted? It was that, or Ryah was proposing to him, and he knew the latter wasn't really an option. He took the box with trembling hands, his heart beating hard in his chest. He opened it and saw an addition pip. He looked up at Ryah. "For real?" he didn't mean it to be backhanded or anything. He was taken by total surprise. But what she said next floored him. He was made chief of security? He gulped and found himself at a loss of words. "I... I don't know what to say."Years of hard work all culimated to this moment, and he couldn't think of a better place. An ancient and well decorated train. Ryah really was a gem and a dear. But this left him with a s inking feeling. "But what about you?" He was worried that she was leaving, "You're not leaving us are you?" Meanwhile Opal was mixing with some of the other people. Idle chit-chat about business, families, dreams and desires. All those good things. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. But then again, she was a people person and loved being around others. Tags Ozu Saya [ Melihn Ryah - Orient Express] Ryah found herself with a massive grin, and slightly misty eyes, at the big security officer's reaction to the news of his promotion. For real, she said, cheeks starting to hurt with her smile. Oh! I'm not going anywere. It'll be a small step down and laterally. I'll assist aboard the station, but also spend some more time aboard the Mac. They asked me if I wanted a different posting as a CoS, but it was never about that for me. I'd rather let someone else who's done the work and training for command get the well-deserved promotion. I was always more of a grunt. One of those non-coms who got promoted into command positions because they were desperate for people during the war. I hated the job, she added in a whisper, leaning forward. I've already cleared out the office, so you can move in whenever you're ready.
Tag Sven Aune
[ Jack - Orient Express] It seemed as though Jack's instincts to approach Kova had been right as the Andorian looked as though she'd rather be anywhere else but here, especially as she didn't really engage with others apart from looking in their direction. Although when he was asked if the champagne was synthehol, that was something he could tell her immediately. " No it's the real thing and there's plenty more where that came from, unless you want something stronger" the Irishman replied, as she grabbed another glass. Jack had to admit that he was impressed by the way she knocked it back and wondered if she had any Irish blood flowing through those blue veins. When Kova then spoke about someone prattling and making a reference about a Ferengi's ability to talk, he had a shrewd idea of who she was referring too. " If you're referring to Redd, he's the host for this evening but you soon get used to him".[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] For once it seemed that things were perhaps looking up as the bartender mentioned that the alcohol was real. At least there was something promising about the evening. When he asked if she cared for something stronger, the Andorian's eye rose at the prospect that humans had ales that were actually stronger than water. "Yes, I would like something stronger. I trust your recommendation. Because this...," the Andorian said as she held up the champagne flute, "... will not suffice."She heard the call for everyone to take their seats. It seemed as if it was yet another convention that simply stymied the festivities in her opinion. Clearly, the older humans got, their ability to properly commence in social celebrations waned. This had never been an issue back at the Academy. As Jack commented that she would get used to Redd, her brow furrowed. "I'm hoping that will not be the case."She looked at her invitation once more and began to navigate her way through the crowd and make her way to her designated table. As she went, she took inventory of whom was sitting with whom. Somehow Crewman Bremmer and Ensign Hudson had elevated their social status to be at the host's table... along with another slew of women. Clearly... he had a type. The Andorian rolled her eyes, wondering exactly what criteria elevated those women to such high regard. Perhaps the absence of blue skin for one? Annoyed once more, she made her way her table, seeing first a Bajoran male. It wasn't until she rounded one final obstacle, a rather robust Tellarite that her eyes fell upon his date... and her pointy ears. Kova again turned the glass up and consumed its contents. She held up her empty glass signalling the need for another drink, post-haste. She finally made her way to her seat. Clearly, someone was looking to punish her. Probably those giggling pinkskins, Aune and Melihn. First, encouraging her attendance without really saying as much, and then finding a way to manipulate her to a table with Chief Ozu Saya. Was this there way of rubbing salt in open wounds? Seating her next to the Chief Engineer, who in theory should bear superior technical knowledge? "Greetings," she uttered with a purposeful chill. "This is my seat." It was the only explanation she gave as she sat down in it, her eyes settling on the couple. Thus far, her prevailing opinion of the two was that he could have done so much better than her.
Tag Leanna Mazal (Jack), Ozu Saya ( & Kyo ) [ Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] After a quiet conversation, Saya and Kyo gave their orders to a circulating waiter. I'll have the rollatini and the chicken, please. And spring wine if you have it.And I'd like the artichoke hearts and vegetable stew with sparkling water, please.They both nodded a greeting to the Tellerite who joined them while they ordered. The waiter had moved on to taking the Tellerite's order when another dining companion arrived. Kyo immediately grinned upon her greeting, his natural gregariousness missing her tone, either intentionally or naively, and he said, Hello! I'm Domen Kyo. Nice to meet you.Saya offered a more demure nod and small smile. Greetings, she returned in kind. You are...Kova, are you not? I've heard of some of your work. Saya tried not to show it, but she did have a little bit of grudging respect for the Andorian. If Kova ever turned her skills seriously against the station, Saya knew they'd be lucky to recover anything. Her own skills were...good, but not at that level.
Tag Kova Sh'qaleq
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal, Imahl Shahal] Aryn was young enough to be forgiven for not immediately recognizing that there was another El-Aurian present. With all of the people and the excitement, the energy of the place was a bit confusing, especially for someone who'd met fewer than a handful of her own people in total. In fact, she was about to nearly match that number with her own children. Alec was certainly old enough to have noticed Sir Doug, but his attention was almost entirely on his wife and making sure all was well with her and the babies. Carrying for fourteen months was no joke; carrying triplets for that long was significantly more difficult. Alec would have been perfectly happy to stay in their quarters, but Aryn had insisted that it was important as new business owners that they make an appearance and begin to get to know their peers. Sir Doug, I've heard of you, Alec said. I'm Dr. Alec Trenzal.Aryn Trenzal, she supplied. We didn't realize there were any other El-Aurians on the station. I'm happy to meet you.The couple followed agreeably when Sir Doug suggested boarding the train, while Imahl rolled his eyes at the presence of the PooDoo. Honestly, what sane person brought a pet to a fancy dinner? His only acknowledgement of Sir Doug was a short nod and a, Zaman, as they entered the train. Before boarding, Aryn noted the rock-like being coming toward them and paused to acknowledge the Horta and holographic projection. Oh, I saw your shop. I'm looking forward to checking it out better after we're a little more settled.
Tag Judith Eastman and Sven Aune [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - Orient Express]"I'm around," Sir Doug answered as they boarded. He took in the surroundings as he picked out a table. "They got quite a few of the details right," the ancient one observed. "I don't suppose they'll include some mechanical failures as well, or perhaps some livestock on the track?"Steam locomotives were remarkable in that regard. They could fail, but most of those failures could be fixed with a hammer and a few nails. Using that kind of maintenance approach on a warp core wouldn't end well at all. "I don't mean to intrude, Aryn, but how far along are you?" Sir Doug then asked the visibly pregnant one. He'd seen his fair share of pregnancies, bur she looked... big.
Tag Ozu Saya [ Alec and Aryn Trenzal, Imahl Shahal] Imahl peeled off from the El-Aurians as they entered the train, having no desire to be stuck at a table with Sir Doug all evening (pretentious twit), so he grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and looked around for another option. Alec and Aryn followed Doug to a table, chuckling over his suggestions for further reality in the simulation. Alec helped Aryn sit, then took his own seat, leaving her between the two males. Oof, Aryn said in response to Sir Doug's question. Eleven months, and I feel every minute of it. But with triplets... she held her arms out in front of her and traced the shape of her swollen belly, several inches further out. If I even make it that long, Aryn added ruefully. I very much doubt you'll make the full fourteen, Alec said, his worry evident in his tone. Aryn reached over and patted his leg. He's very worried for me, she said. Triplets, her husband stressed with wide eyes. Aryn shrugged helplessly at Sir Doug with a small smile.
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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 Sept 5, 2020 3:21:56 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Orient Express]Charlie was grinning broadly at the pair, deciding almost immediately that she found them both entertaining company, for different reasons. She was used to Vulcan impassivity, having spent some time on their planet, and presently enduring beneath Spil, her very logical editor. The only real interactions she'd had with Orions had been during her time on Torros III, and they'd taken their jobs very seriously. This one before her seemed somewhat more relaxed. "I'm Charlie," she said in introduction, the hand holding her champagne giving them a wave in casual in greeting. "I reckon I've pissed off the universe in general, too."She'd already thought their small, socialising group to be an interesting one, when the Sivaoan joined them and upped the ante in the mingle stakes. She watched the newcomer with curiosity, wondering if she could convince this one to sit down with her and give an interview. She'd been dying to do a piece on the peace-loving felinoids and how they were settling on a station occupied and ran by Starfleet. When the pompous Master of Ceremonies was mentioned, his peculiar patter in particular, Charlie's gaze moved toward him. "To 'let the cat out of the bag' is to reveal a secret. It's a colloquialism and it's been around for a long time, but I have no idea what its true origins are."She glanced from the Vulcan, who seemed just as interested in the Sivaoan as she was, to the cat-like butt of Reddington's joke. "I can find out more for you, if you'd like."When the whistle blew Charlie raised a brow, drained her glass and looked around expectantly for another. Might as well make the most of the free booze. [Left Ear to-Ennien] The Sivaoan's whiskers arched forward, then her fur rippled slightly as first Shavan, then Charlie, elucidated on the human phrase. I see, she said thoughtfully. And I am very sorry for the rude question, she added to Shavan. I am not familiar enough with the range of human norms to be certain of nearly anyone. Since there seem to be more humans than any other species on the station, I thought it was the safest guess.
I'm not sure why you'd want to put cats in bags in the first place, but the others have told me that some people, humans especially, find that we strongly resemble an animal on Earth. Who knows? Maybe in a few million years, those cats will evolve to be more like Sivaoans! Left Ear's tail looped into a corkscrew. So you are...Vulcan? she asked, curiously. Long ago, when Starfleet first came to Sivao, CaptainJamesTKirk told my people that touching Vulcans caused them distress and that the ears were a way to tell the difference.
I'm a healer, she said suddenly, hoping that naming her vocation would explain her intense curiosity about different species. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. T’Laara offered no judgment to Shavan’s statement, as one couldn’t help being born half Andorian any more than one could help being born a slug. And this one seemed interesting. Instead she answered the question about species herself. “Yes, I am Vulcan. And the shape of our ears is one way to tell us apart from humans.” She absently tucked a strand of long dark brown hair behind one of said ears. “As for touch, it is not Vulcan custom to engage in excessive physical contact.” Eyeing her, Shavan thought that to be a shame. T’Laara looked at the Sivaoan curiously. “You’re a healer? Are you here to assist with the projects on Kerelia? I am here to study the flora on the planet. Maybe we will see more of each other in the future.”
Shavan wasn’t here to talk about work. He downed his drink and reached for another. And appreciated the fact that Charlie seemed to be thinking along the same lines. But then the train started running. “Perhaps we should find a table.” T’Laara suggested to her new acquaintances, and moved to find a seat. Tag Charlie Fox & Ozu Saya Soft Tag Kova Sh'qaleq
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 5, 2020 15:48:59 GMT
[Ozu Saya and Domen Kyo] After a quiet conversation, Saya and Kyo gave their orders to a circulating waiter. I'll have the rollatini and the chicken, please. And spring wine if you have it.And I'd like the artichoke hearts and vegetable stew with sparkling water, please.They both nodded a greeting to the Tellerite who joined them while they ordered. The waiter had moved on to taking the Tellerite's order when another dining companion arrived. Kyo immediately grinned upon her greeting, his natural gregariousness missing her tone, either intentionally or naively, and he said, Hello! I'm Domen Kyo. Nice to meet you.Saya offered a more demure nod and small smile. Greetings, she returned in kind. You are...Kova, are you not? I've heard of some of your work. Saya tried not to show it, but she did have a little bit of grudging respect for the Andorian. If Kova ever turned her skills seriously against the station, Saya knew they'd be lucky to recover anything. Her own skills were...good, but not at that level. [Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. [...] [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Orient Express] Kova found herself greeted pleasantly enough by the Bajoran male. He seemed completely oblivious to the affront of the walking contradiction sitting next to him. In fact, it was a puzzle that Kova had yet to figure out. The Bajoran were a passionate and deeply spiritual people. How in the cosmos had that woman reconciled those two differences? How was it possible for her to uphold logic and worship the prophets? Or were they simply 'wormhole aliens' to her? These were only a few of questions that had begun to plague Kova's mind where Saya was concerned. And then she spoke. Greeting her coyly as if she didn't really know who Kova was. The Andorian's eyes narrowed slightly, as she replied. "Yes, I am Kova," she stated flatly. Kova could hear the condescension in her words. 'Heard of some of her work?' As if it were to be written off as the project of some failing freshman at Starfleet Academy. Did she really expect Kova to just sit here and listen to this? And sober no less? Where the hell was that Irishman with her drink?! "And your are the illustrious Chief Ozu Saya," Kova replied. "They sing your praises akin to Montgomery Scott and Miles O'Brien." Kova smiled with just a hint of sarcasm. Because this woman sure as hell was no Miles O'Brien. "This is your husband, I take it?" Kova wondered if there'd be any sort of affection in the woman's tone when she spoke of the man that she supposedly loved. Perhaps the Bajoran in her could spare some sort of spark. Or maybe it was just a raging inferno every seven years.... She motioned to the waiter that was taking orders and made it known that she wanted the Red Pepper Rollatini and the Mediterranean Vegetable Stew. It seemed to be among the few items on the menu that seemed palatable. Leave it to humans to be so self-centered that they didn't consider other cultures when entertaining. First the booze and now the food. This had the makings of a long night. From across the room, she noticed Shavan give her a small smile of acknowledgement. A smile, while he paraded around with his shiny little Vulcan. To mate once every seven years, they certainly seemed to be multiplying from everywhere all of a sudden.
Tag: Ozu Saya (& Kyo) Soft Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Sept 5, 2020 17:01:01 GMT
Holodeck 1 – The Orient Express Tom entered the Holodeck as he observed the Luxurious Surroundings. His face was that he was not happy. He had been absent for the Station for a little over a Month as he engaged in another one of his projects. This one ended like the previous one in failure. Where are you, Felicity Ellis Tom wondered. The Civilian Captain was wearing instead of his leather outfit a classical bad tuxedo. In his pocket, he was wearing a white handkerchief. Instead of his usual boots, he was wearing shiny shoes. He was not used to this as he rarely dressed up. The man remembered that the last time he was dressed up in an impressive stage was his court-martial. The man looked at his surrounding as he observed a lot of individuals that he recognized. The man was there in the part business and part pleasure. His First Officer recommended to leave the ship for a while and enjoy a holodeck with other individuals. Tom was also tracking an old acquittance. Hopefully, she knew more than what was going on. He approached one of the waiters, and Tom kindly asked , “Excuse me, do you know how to make an Old Style?” . Jett though that part of the atmosphere and the moment was to be ordering a drink at the time and the ambiance. He observed as plenty of people were carrying out the conversation and that Charlie was about to order food. The waiter looked at him and glanced at him as he was curious. He responded with a slight smile and nod and said, “Of Course we can make Old Style…do you want our Train Special?” Tom slightly nodded and said, “Yeah, that would be great” . The waiter then responded, “One second Sir,” as he left the area. Tom looked at his surroundings and thought that Felicity would have like to see this. *** [2 – Weeks Ago – Location Confidential] “Hey, you!” A Stranger yelled at Tom. He was standing in his usual outfit. For weeks, Tom was following leads to find out the location of Felicity Ellis and to see if she was alright. She left so quickly that she did not even bother to say goodbye to him. In the back of his mind, he could not help but shake the feeling that it might be related to his investigation. Or something bigger. As he walked down this hallway, he observed two people coming in his direction. From their built and outfit, Tom could tell that they were not there to have a casual conversation. Tom stopped and looked at both guys as they approached him. “What do you want?” Tom asked. He then observed the first person pull out a knife and attacked him. Tom quickly stopped the first person from impaling him with the knife as he deflected the blow. However, the second person was able to stab him with the knife on his kidney area. Tom reacted by kidding the second person on the throat while the first person punches him. He felt the cold steel of the knife as he was still with him as the pain of the punch was still fresh with him. Tom then turned the first person, and with all his strength, pushed him into the wall. The impact probably made the person unconscious, and then he turned around to see the other individual. He tried to punch him as Tom managed to dodge his punch. He quickly turned around and kicked him in the chest. He then found a fire suppression system in which the person was standing below him. “Fin, asshole” . As he finished saying the word, he pressed the Fire Suppression system as white smoke came from the ceiling and then knocked the person unconscious. “Tom to Aella…I think I made a mess here” Tom responded as he saw the two individuals laying. *** 2 Hours Later Tom woke up on his ship Medical Station as he read the report of his assault. Apparently, according to the Station’s record, he was attacked by two homeless people that subsequently Overdosed. Poor people that were desperate that is what security concluded. “Two homeless people land you in a bed….war hero my ass,” Aella told Jett via comm. He then muttered to himself , “The knife…the training and the poison…”. Jett then, though. He could not prove it, but they were no homeless people. Those were trained assassins that targeted him. “I might be getting warm to what Ellis is doing” . Tom said to himself. But he still had no idea. Just tracing her footsteps has been a nightmare. Let alone if she was alive or what she is doing. He sat in the bed, wondering. *** [Present Day – Holodeck] The waiter approached him and handed him over his drink. “Here you go, Sir. Anything more?” Tom looked down and quietly responded “No thanks”. He then looked at the caramelized brown of the drink and took a sip of it.
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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 Sept 5, 2020 18:50:54 GMT
[ Leanna - Orient Express] Lea was happy to receive a positive response from Eliska in regards to alcohol not surprising since Redd appeared to be smitten with the security officer, Although it seemed as though the Champagne may not cut it for the younger woman. Not that it was a bad thing as luckily there was plenty of other choices on offer as the Blue Beta didn't do anything by halves when catering such an prestigous event like this. Once she had managed to get something she liked from one of the holo servers, the Betazoid sat back and almost downed the glass of Champagne as said MC made an announcement, before the train began to move. So when Eliska then commented about how Redd was expecting one of them to go home with him after this, Leanna grinned as she replied. " That's what it looks like, although I must admit it's fun to have some attention, so it'll be interesting what happens" she admitted as she ordered something stronger, in the form of a large orange gin and lemon soda. " Although it looks like he's headed back this way" she added as she noticed Redd make his way over as her new drink arrived and picked up the menu, to peruse it ready for when her staff arrived to take the orders. [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]With his host business taken care of, and having snared a large percentage of the ladies in attendance for the evening at his table, he moved to join them. He stopped once or twice along the way, saying hello in his usual well-met manner, and reminding a couple of the ladies who had gotten away that his table promised to be 'where the action is'. Once he sat down, close by to Leanna and Elissska, he had another look over the mouth-watering menu. "Yes, good man, I am indeed quite ready to feast my eyes on this spread," he was holding a copy of the menu, but his arm was spread to indicate he really meant the ladies. "Let's start with the caviar for me, then the sausage, that sounds marvelous. And I would like a gimlet please, if you would, gin, of course. Hendrick's if you have it. If you don't, well, use something else and don't tell me." As the waiter nodded good-naturedly and moved off to take orders from the rest of the table, Reddington turned his sizable attention back to the others. "Chin chin, ladies," he said, holding up his champagne glass in a toast. "To eating, drinking, and being quite merry." He winked and took a generous sip from his glass, though still managed somehow to look smart set. [Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]"Thank you, that's very kind," Chloe said to Redd as he offered his help with anything she needed. She then walked over to the table as directed and took a seat next to Leanna. The two appeared to be gossiping about their rather outgoing host.
"I'm not used to so much attention," she agreed. "I wonder if he'll prove an entertaining host or a...difficult one," she pondered aloud. As Lea pointed out he was returning, Chloe shifted topics. "So, how are the kids doing, Lea?" she asked out of genuine interest.
"Hmm, I'll start with the caviar and then...hmm let's go with the chicken," she asked the waiter, "Thank you," she said smiling earnestly once he took her order.
Chloe raised her glass for Redds toast, "To being quite merry!" she replied before taking a sip of her glass of champagne. [ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Orient Express ]At the mention of receiving attention, Eliska could not help a peal of laughter. Well, that was the nature of the beast when one tended to be considered attractive. And as a rule, she herself didn't mind being looked over. As a member of the Security team, it often played very much to her advantage; most thought she would be Ops or Engineering, and those who knew she really was Security had this tendency to only see a pretty woman there... typically to their dismay when they realized she was at least as tough as they were... Though when the other woman spoke, wondering at just how onerous their host's attention would be, Eliska shook her head. She had the very distinct impression that Redd was the sort to take 'no' as a challenge rather than as an answer; well, her father had made sure that should she say 'no', it would stick... and Starfleet had seen it fit to teach her some more ways to make her point. "Well, so long as he knows how to take 'no' for an answer and doesn't press the issue too much, I think it'll be something we can live with." Though, she did look both the bartender and the other woman over, and she grinned. "And truth be told, he's not the only one who may be interested," she added with a wink. To her, it was the individual who was attractive, not necessarily the body parts they had come installed with, and indeed in those fine clothes both women did look ravishing... and it also had to added benefit that if he'd overheard, it would make Redd sweat a little. When the server came asking for what they would like to eat, she finally perused the menu, and she wrinkled her brow. Federation Standard, English, was not her first language. Technically it was her fourth, given her first three formed the basis of the pidgin spoken on Nova Kosice that was her mother tongue. And many of the words she did not recognize... and those she did, given she didn't know what they were coming with more often than not, or were coming in a combination she did not see as being tasty at all, really limited her options. "I'll start with the pastirma, whatever that is," she began; perhaps she did not know what 'Turkish' was, but she knew beef, and she was familiar with various meat curing processes. And of the entrees, only one truly spoke to her, for the ingredients were similar to what she could have found back home. "Then the sausage, and the cr... creh... cree... creemeh br... broo-ley... whatever that might be? I don't know what 'Turkish' is, but I know coffee, so it can't be that bad, right?"When the toast was offered, she joined in before drawing from her crystal-clear vodka, and refilling her glass from the small carafe, she looked at the bartender, and that new companion of theirs, who seemed familiar but whose face she didn't fully place. "I have no idea what most of this is? What is 'cavee-har', or that 'tarragon'? Rollatini sounds like some sort of disease..."Oh, it would be clear between her thick accent, her pronunciation, and the look on her face that the menu at hand had indeed baffled her, and she was entirely out of her depth.
Tag Leanna Mazal Matthew Harmon (Cloe} Soft Charlie Fox
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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 Sept 5, 2020 19:18:48 GMT
[ Left Ear to-Ennien] The Sivaoan's whiskers arched forward, then her fur rippled slightly as first Shavan, then Charlie, elucidated on the human phrase. I see, she said thoughtfully. And I am very sorry for the rude question, she added to Shavan. I am not familiar enough with the range of human norms to be certain of nearly anyone. Since there seem to be more humans than any other species on the station, I thought it was the safest guess.
I'm not sure why you'd want to put cats in bags in the first place, but the others have told me that some people, humans especially, find that we strongly resemble an animal on Earth. Who knows? Maybe in a few million years, those cats will evolve to be more like Sivaoans! Left Ear's tail looped into a corkscrew. So you are...Vulcan? she asked, curiously. Long ago, when Starfleet first came to Sivao, CaptainJamesTKirk told my people that touching Vulcans caused them distress and that the ears were a way to tell the difference.
I'm a healer, she said suddenly, hoping that naming her vocation would explain her intense curiosity about different species. [ Shavan & T’Laara - Orient Express] “Well then, you’re in the right place. I’m Shavan.” Shavan replied to Charlie’s introduction. “I am T’Laara.”He turned to address the Sivaoan’s comment. “It’s fine. I’m Orion. And… Andorian.” He said the last word somewhat distractedly. Speaking of Andorians, the crowd had parted, and Shavan finally noticed Kova across the room- looking very beautiful, and very pissed off. Even more so than usual. Unbothered by her icy glare, he smirked in her direction. And wondered if he would have the chance to catch up with her later. T’Laara offered no judgment to Shavan’s statement, as one couldn’t help being born half Andorian any more than one could help being born a slug. And this one seemed interesting. Instead she answered the question about species herself. “Yes, I am Vulcan. And the shape of our ears is one way to tell us apart from humans.” She absently tucked a strand of long dark brown hair behind one of said ears. “As for touch, it is not Vulcan custom to engage in excessive physical contact.” Eyeing her, Shavan thought that to be a shame. T’Laara looked at the Sivaoan curiously. “You’re a healer? Are you here to assist with the projects on Kerelia? I am here to study the flora on the planet. Maybe we will see more of each other in the future.”
Shavan wasn’t here to talk about work. He downed his drink and reached for another. And appreciated the fact that Charlie seemed to be thinking along the same lines. But then the train started running. “Perhaps we should find a table.” T’Laara suggested to her new acquaintances, and moved to find a seat. [Charlie Fox - Orient Express, Dining Car]Charlie nodded while she snared another glass, pleased to meet the pair. She sipped with some speed, listening to the exchange between the Sivaoan and the Vulcan as her eyes roamed the car, trying to keep Bennett in sight while gauging who else she should be adding to the AVOID list. She felt no need to intrude again on the group's discussion; the curious cat-like guest seemed interested mostly in speaking with T'Laara, anyway. So when it was suggested they find a table, she found herself moving back toward the center of the room. "Yes, lets, before we end up at the harem end of the table," she suggested, gesturing toward Reddington's area. By the time she'd taken her seat she'd drained her second drink. "Another please!" She asked of the entirely too good-looking waiter. There were far too many sexy tuxedoed men, she thought, for them to be anything but holographic. "Oh yeah, the food..." At the server's gentle reminder she picked up the menu and squinted at it. "The Pastirma, definitely..." She wondered if it would be totally gauche to ask for one of everything... "And the stew, please. Thank you." She grinned broadly at the man, before adding, "And the champagne."
Tags, softs: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya , anyone nearby at the table. *** [Felicity Ellis - Private Event, Unknown]Two weeks prior..."And that, gentlemen, is why one should never go dress-shopping with a klingon," Felicity Ellis declared to the gathered men. As they laughed, all enjoying the company of the enchanting lady of the house, an assistant stepped forward. Invisible up until that point, he had waited for the natural end to her story and a lull in conversation to deliver the message to his mistress. A sharp eye might have noticed that her smile faded a notch as the words of a report were whispered in her ear, but none gathered were sober enough to see it, nor were they liable to note the slip in lieu of her more obvious physical attributes. "Won't you all excuse me for just a moment, there seems to be an issue in the kitchen."Amidst choruses of complaints and requests that she hurry back, Felicity smiled prettily and promised that she would. As soon as her foot stepped off the perfectly manicured lawn, the smile disappeared. Once the sounds of the party were behind her she spoke. "Where?""The Station, ma'am.""How many?""Two this time.""This is getting out of hand. Open a channel, do not route it through our usual channels, this has to be untraceable and off the books.""Yes, ma'am. The study?""The study. Thank you, Jace."The young man nodded and the two separated, Felicity pausing before a panel and the assistant continuing down the corridor. Once she was sure the area was completely clear, she ducked and waited for the retinal scan to complete. It wasn't long before the door was swooshing open, revealing the office inside. The desk mahogany, the wall to ceiling bookshelves containing many first-edition publications - it was the very picture of 20th century affluence. Her footsteps made no sound on the plush carpet as she approached the desk, sat, an input yet another code into the integrated panel. When the display blinked, signalling a connection, she waited for the display to come to life. The Falcon's medical bay came into view. She suppressed a sigh and greeted him. "Tom."
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Sept 5, 2020 19:42:54 GMT
[ Jack - Orient Express] When Kova agreed to his suggestion of getting her something stronger than Champagne as her current drink wouldn't suffice. Jack grinned and nodded, glad that his instincts had been correct before she left him in order to take her seat. Whilst he would of liked the chance to talk more, duty called and besides he didn't want to face Lea's teasing if he continued. So off he went to fetch the stunning Andorian, a more suitable drink. Selecting one of the Rigellian liqueurs, Jack poured a generous measure and placed it on the tray, before winding his way through the tables to Kova. Acknowledging her dining companions as he placed the drink down in front of her. " One drink as promised, if you like that, just ask for the Rigellian No 15 liqueur".************** [ Leanna - Orient Express] As they were joined by Chloe who instantly joined in with their observations and whispered conversation about Redd. Lea understood what both women were saying in regards to what kind of host he would be and how it could be something that they could live with, if he knew how to take no for an answer. He may have an eye for the ladies and knew how to flatter and make them feel good, but she didn't get any bad vibes from Redd. Although the confession from Eliska about him not being the only one interested, the bar owner grinned. With Redd returning to the table and Chloe quickly changing the topic to ask Lea about the kids, Lea instantly answered, happy to talk about the two things that she had managed to get right despite all of the heartache. " They're doing really well, thank you, it's hard to believe that Aven is five months now".Then as the waiter arrived to take their orders after Redd had picked up his own menu, it hadn't gone unnoticed of where he had sat or the comment he had made, knowing that it wasn't just the menu that he was referring too. In fact Lea had to surpress a grin as Chloe then Eliska made their choices, before Redd lead them in a toast. " Yes to all of that " she added, before she reassured Eliska about the menu. " It's from a country back on Earth, most of the food is recreated from the 1920's era to fit in with the theme and carefully put together by my team so I think you'll enjoy it".Then Lea gave her order to the waiter as her orange gin and lemon soda arrived. " I'll have the Pastirma and the Pan Seared Jumbo Shrimp please".
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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 Sept 5, 2020 22:12:36 GMT
[Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]"Thank you, that's very kind," Chloe said to Redd as he offered his help with anything she needed. She then walked over to the table as directed and took a seat next to Leanna. The two appeared to be gossiping about their rather outgoing host.
"I'm not used to so much attention," she agreed. "I wonder if he'll prove an entertaining host or a...difficult one," she pondered aloud. As Lea pointed out he was returning, Chloe shifted topics. "So, how are the kids doing, Lea?" she asked out of genuine interest.
"Hmm, I'll start with the caviar and then...hmm let's go with the chicken," she asked the waiter, "Thank you," she said smiling earnestly once he took her order.
Chloe raised her glass for Redds toast, "To being quite merry!" she replied before taking a sip of her glass of champagne. [ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Orient Express ]At the mention of receiving attention, Eliska could not help a peal of laughter. Well, that was the nature of the beast when one tended to be considered attractive. And as a rule, she herself didn't mind being looked over. As a member of the Security team, it often played very much to her advantage; most thought she would be Ops or Engineering, and those who knew she really was Security had this tendency to only see a pretty woman there... typically to their dismay when they realized she was at least as tough as they were... Though when the other woman spoke, wondering at just how onerous their host's attention would be, Eliska shook her head. She had the very distinct impression that Redd was the sort to take 'no' as a challenge rather than as an answer; well, her father had made sure that should she say 'no', it would stick... and Starfleet had seen it fit to teach her some more ways to make her point. "Well, so long as he knows how to take 'no' for an answer and doesn't press the issue too much, I think it'll be something we can live with." Though, she did look both the bartender and the other woman over, and she grinned. "And truth be told, he's not the only one who may be interested," she added with a wink. To her, it was the individual who was attractive, not necessarily the body parts they had come installed with, and indeed in those fine clothes both women did look ravishing... and it also had to added benefit that if he'd overheard, it would make Redd sweat a little. When the server came asking for what they would like to eat, she finally perused the menu, and she wrinkled her brow. Federation Standard, English, was not her first language. Technically it was her fourth, given her first three formed the basis of the pidgin spoken on Nova Kosice that was her mother tongue. And many of the words she did not recognize... and those she did, given she didn't know what they were coming with more often than not, or were coming in a combination she did not see as being tasty at all, really limited her options. "I'll start with the pastirma, whatever that is," she began; perhaps she did not know what 'Turkish' was, but she knew beef, and she was familiar with various meat curing processes. And of the entrees, only one truly spoke to her, for the ingredients were similar to what she could have found back home. "Then the sausage, and the cr... creh... cree... creemeh br... broo-ley... whatever that might be? I don't know what 'Turkish' is, but I know coffee, so it can't be that bad, right?"When the toast was offered, she joined in before drawing from her crystal-clear vodka, and refilling her glass from the small carafe, she looked at the bartender, and that new companion of theirs, who seemed familiar but whose face she didn't fully place. "I have no idea what most of this is? What is 'cavee-har', or that 'tarragon'? Rollatini sounds like some sort of disease..."Oh, it would be clear between her thick accent, her pronunciation, and the look on her face that the menu at hand had indeed baffled her, and she was entirely out of her depth. [ Leanna - Orient Express] As they were joined by Chloe who instantly joined in with their observations and whispered conversation about Redd. Lea understood what both women were saying in regards to what kind of host he would be and how it could be something that they could live with, if he knew how to take no for an answer. He may have an eye for the ladies and knew how to flatter and make them feel good, but she didn't get any bad vibes from Redd. Although the confession from Eliska about him not being the only one interested, the bar owner grinned. With Redd returning to the table and Chloe quickly changing the topic to ask Lea about the kids, Lea instantly answered, happy to talk about the two things that she had managed to get right despite all of the heartache. " They're doing really well, thank you, it's hard to believe that Aven is five months now".Then as the waiter arrived to take their orders after Redd had picked up his own menu, it hadn't gone unnoticed of where he had sat or the comment he had made, knowing that it wasn't just the menu that he was referring too. In fact Lea had to surpress a grin as Chloe then Eliska made their choices, before Redd lead them in a toast. " Yes to all of that " she added, before she reassured Eliska about the menu. " It's from a country back on Earth, most of the food is recreated from the 1920's era to fit in with the theme and carefully put together by my team so I think you'll enjoy it".Then Lea gave her order to the waiter as her orange gin and lemon soda arrived. " I'll have the Pastirma and the Pan Seared Jumbo Shrimp please". [Benjamin J. "Redd" Reddington - Orient Express]"Kind is my middle name, Miss Hudson," Benjamin J. Reddington informed her with a smile. "Well it's actually Jacobim, but don't tell anyone." His sainted mother had well and truly been in her cups when she dreamed up that one. As everyone busied themselves with ordering he found himself going over his talking points in his head. Reddington was still very much sharp as a tack, but his time in prison with no access to anything remotely stimulating, and with no worthy adversaries to pit himself against, he feared he might have dulled somewhat. He sipped a little distractedly at his gimlet, which was excellent, in case you were wondering, and didn't re-engage in the conversation at his very attractive table until someone mentioned children. "Leanna! Two children did I hear you say? Surely not my dear, you look far too young to boast such an accomplishment."He was most entertained by Eliska's attempts at the menu. "Crème brûlée, dear Elissska, is a dessert, or a sweet, from France on Earth. It is a creamy vanilla custard with a caramelised sugar layer atop it. I would imagine the rich Turkish coffee will offset the intense sweet with a piquant darkness. I believe it will suit you." His eyes flashed with just a little mischief.
Tags: Matthew Harmon (Chloe), Leanna Mazal , Eliska Bremmer
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Dugris Zaman
Civilian
Sir Alphabet Soup
Starting fires
Posts: 115 Likes: 5
Position: Consultant
Species: El-Aurian
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Post by Dugris Zaman on Sept 6, 2020 0:12:57 GMT
[ Alec and Aryn Trenzal, Imahl Shahal] Imahl peeled off from the El-Aurians as they entered the train, having no desire to be stuck at a table with Sir Doug all evening (pretentious twit), so he grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and looked around for another option. Alec and Aryn followed Doug to a table, chuckling over his suggestions for further reality in the simulation. Alec helped Aryn sit, then took his own seat, leaving her between the two males. Oof, Aryn said in response to Sir Doug's question. Eleven months, and I feel every minute of it. But with triplets... she held her arms out in front of her and traced the shape of her swollen belly, several inches further out. If I even make it that long, Aryn added ruefully. I very much doubt you'll make the full fourteen, Alec said, his worry evident in his tone. Aryn reached over and patted his leg. He's very worried for me, she said. Triplets, her husband stressed with wide eyes. Aryn shrugged helplessly at Sir Doug with a small smile. [Sir Dugris "Doug" Zaman, MBE, PhD, JD, MBA, PE, RA - ]Sir Doug's eyes seemed to pop behind his glasses. Triplets! This was remarkable. For some species it was normal to have litters, but El-Aurians normally only carried one child at a time. This, coupled with the fact that their species had a naturally low birthrate, and had recently been decimated, led Doug to think that these could be the first triplets of their species born since the attack on their homeworld. "It's not every day you hear about El-Aurian triplets. Or every decade, for that matter," he toned down his sentiment. "Congratulations."Naturally, this led him to another thought. Sure, their people's excellent institutions of learning (though they were not so excellent in the mind of a younger Dugris Zaman) were gone, but this was hardly the classic place to raise a family. "What brought you, and them, out here?" he asked.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Sept 6, 2020 13:41:58 GMT
[Chloe Hudson - Orient Express]
Chloe was a little taken aback by Eliska's wink and apparent flirtation. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name? I'm Chloe," she said introducing herself with her signature smile. "Wow, five months? You're right it is hard to believe," Chloe said to Lea. She knew it had been hard for her since Fels had left. It was awful of him to leave especially after what he'd put her through and even more so since she had only just had Aven. Still, perhaps if he was the sort of man who'd do that it was for the best so Lea could move on and have the happiness she deserved. Chloe knew to avoid mentioning any of that, of course. "Your team never ceases to impress, I'm sure the food will be excellent," she smiled. "So Redd," she asked looking into his eyes. "What is it you do for a living? I can't imagine being the conductor of a train for holodeck parties is a full time job?"
Tag: Eliska Bremmer , Leanna Mazal , Charlie Fox
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Sept 6, 2020 16:48:57 GMT
[Holodeck 1 – Orient Express, Entrance Cart] The man with the tux observed his surroundings as he took a sip of his old style drink. It tasted smooth, and felt the drink coming down his throat as he did not feel the burn of bourbon. It was a good bourbon and the mixed drink was high quality and could see all the details including an orange peel. Tom was impressed by the details of the program as the train and the cart were programmed well. He began walking around the entrance cart and slowly made his way into the Dining Cart. [Dinning Cart] Tom closed the cart door behind him when he observed a group of people, two females and one male that he did not recognize. It appeared that they were having a conversation. In that group was the woman of the hour. The intrepid reported Charlie Fox, the reason why he even came to the program in the first place. It did not mean to be spoken, but he needed her. She has resources and contact that Gorion did not have. From their former adventure, he knew that the woman had a conscience, and she was the first guest on the Falcon and knew about Gorion. Tom took another sip of his drink, and he tried to overhear their conversation for a second. He wanted to make sure that he would interrupt anything significant. As he took another sip of his drink, he observed the light orange color of his drink as he began thinking of his short journey. *** [2 Weeks Ago – S.S. Falcon] Tom laid in his bed as he still felt the pain of the attack. He could not prove anything but that he was confident that the people that attacked him were not homeless but assassins. The question is who sent them to him and why? Was it related to Ellis? Was it associated with Mr. 79? Jett looked down as he still had plenty of questions and no answer. He felt that for every step he takes, he uncovers more problems than solutions. The man felt frustrated and not happy. It was a second when he heard someone in the comms. “Captain, we are getting a message for you.” Aella mentioned in the comms. Tom’s face appeared to be confused as he was not expecting any messages from anyone. Most individuals did not know where he was or what he was doing. Stop quickly sat from his bed and asked in the comms “Location?” . Aella responded , “Unknown, whoever is sending this is good, I mean excellent at this. There is soo much protection here that they did not want us to track them down” . Tom then appeared more confused “Sounds something like….nevermind…relayed it to here” . Tom ordered as he thought that this was something they would do in the war in highly classified missions. “One second” Aella stated as a familiar face appeared in front of him. [Felicity Ellis - Private Event, Unknown]The Falcon's medical bay came into view. She suppressed a sigh and greeted him. "Tom." Tom observed from the screen the voice and visual of Felicity Ellis. She appeared to be in some sort of luxurious environment. She was wearing a dress and she seemed to be in better shape than himself. He appeared to be surprised as he could not hide his excitement. After weeks of searching and looking for clues at least, he was able to see her and see that she was at least for the moment alive and safe. “Felicity? Is that really you?” The man asked. As he was still shocked to be in actual contact with her. It took a second for him to register the situation as he was caught unaware and he then said “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” Tom's voice was unusually soft and concerned. It was not his cocky attitude. But rather that of someone that cared. His eyes betrayed him as they watered for a second. “Where are you? I have been looking for you in the last two weeks. You left some abruptly without even saying goodbye. I thought the worse for you. I can’t leave behind one of my few…friends”. Tom stated as for a second; he was vulnerable and concerned for her. He knew she could take care of herself, but he also knew that she would protect other people even if it affects herself. [Present Day = Dining Cart] Tom finished his sip as the memory played for just a second. He looked at Charlie and did not know how to approach the situation. He hopes that she would remember him since it has been a while since they had a conversation.
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