Post by Isaiah Quinn on Mar 12, 2021 7:29:45 GMT
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Riyo wasn't reassured by the fact the rowdy bunch weren't the ones Lea had told him about. If Klingons didn't have respect for someone, it would be that much harder to keep them in line. Without a word he followed Lea to a table and sat down, still keeping his eyes on the group. From this new angle he recognized the human man as Greg Ellis, and judging by the slightly pale tone of his skin and the partially eaten bowl of gagh on the table, Riyo could guess what had just transpired. He didn't envy the man in the slightest.
Security successfully got most of the Klingons to follow them out of the bar, but one remained behind when confronted by the Bolian. Greg and the Trill girl were momentarily forgotten when the shoving started. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Riyo leapt to his feet and approached them. "Hey! Take it outside!" He spoke loudly and sharply enough to hopefully catch their attention. There were still too many people around, not to mention the tables and chairs. It wouldn't take a weapon for someone to get seriously hurt.
Just when she thought that the situation had calmed down, especially as the Klingons were escorted out by Security. It appeared as though one of them had decided to remain behind. One Klingon couldn't and surely wouldn't be too much of a problem and yet there was a part of Leanna, that wished that they had stayed at home. Okay it was only a miniscule and passing thought as Jack brought over a drink to Greg, who had stayed by Rimi's table and acknowledged what the server had done.
Although as much as there seemed to be another kind of situation brewing with Anna. Lea put it down to their age and that this was more than the current situation as Avi and the Klingon started pushing one another. A brawl was the last thing that they needed as Riyo quickly got up from their table to try and break it up.
So much for a quiet lunch, Lea thought to herself as she decided to help diffuse the situation or at the very least provide a distraction. Whistling loudly before speaking so everyone would hear. " For the next half an hour, all drinks are free".
Avi got clocked hard in the face, reeled backwards, and stopped herself against a table. Oh, now she remembered what that felt like. Avi was built like a boxer, hands made strong from heavy work, and she'd earned herself several similar encounters in her life, but it had been a while since her last scrap and she usually had enough sense to avoid Klingons. Not today, however! She pushed herself back up, snagged the back of a tastefully designed chair and heaved it with full commitment at Jurgha's head. Then Avi turned to grab another one to do the same.
It was that old Bolian saying - one gift makes friends, two gifts makes family.
She was aware on some level that decorum had been requested, but was not interested. There were no chairs outside, and she'd had plenty to drink at breakfast.
The human Captain sighed. It was without a doubt inevitable, if highly unfortunate, that one of the Klingon warriors had wandered off.
"No matter!" Klopar exclaimed, with a mouth full of pizza. "Jurgha has time. We must disguise you two as Klingons, and select a cover story!"
With that, the Klingon woman turned to the dour Durwot. He was, after all, her trusty assistant.
Judy could tell that they were stuck with this course of action. She was also a bit hurt, but also quite grateful, at her deliberate exclusion from the undercover op - she would've had to exclude herself anyway, what with her distinct voice and famous nose.
"You two can replicate some... fake foreheads over here, and get some makeup, whatever other things, done. We don't have time for anything too sophisticated," she ordered her own subordinates, with a tone of regret. At least this time, she could defend them.
"And I'll get a venue."
She tapped her commbadge, pinned to her waistcoat.
=A= "Eastman to Henriksen. Can you be a sweetheart and ask Lea if I can use her bar for a sting?" =A=
=A= "Uhhh, yes, ma'am. Right away." =A=
=A= "Thanks, dear. Eastman out." =A=
She hated to roust Mabel so soon after the woman's traumatic fitness eval, but that was the choice she had.
On orders from her Captain, Mabel had rapidly made her way to the bar, stuffing her hasperat from Apazi's into her purse. Every single one of her muscles was sore, and she was spending the day eating tasty stuff, after surviving the fleet fitness eval yesterday. Next year, she'd work with Judy to get a waiver.
Walking into the bar, trying hard not to think of her sore calves, she sighted Leanna, and walked up to the woman.
"Hey, Lea, the... Judy... well, we, need your help. We need to use the bar, and one of your back rooms, for a quick operation," Mabel explained, stumbling over her words.
[NPCs - PO2 Kevin McDonough & PO2 Alex Espada - Promenade]
"Bro, I can smell the hasperat in your farts," Alex ribbed his longtime patrol partner. Making fun of him was the best way to pass the time of a long promenade shift.
"No, you can't. There's no smell," Kevin objected.
"Yes, there is."
The duo had assumed that the situation at the Blue Beta was already resolved, but no... there was more noise, and flashes of blue.
"Moz, again," Kevin pointed out.
"How did S'Riia miss that?"
It was considered a best practice to book Avi Moz whenever she ended up within eyesight of a situation of any kind.
The two security officers ran into the bar, to finish the job.
"Knock it off right now!" Alex barked at both the Klingon and Moz, though he held his phaser ready to enforce that.
"Come on, Avi. You know where we're going, phaser nap or not," Kevin threatened.
Greg's pleasant expression, a smile first, melted into something just a tad bewildered as Rimi thanked him in a rather awkward manner. He mistook her flushed cheeks for shock, and attributed everything to the physiological response to a stressful situation. "If I hadn't arrived someone here would definitely have stepped in to make sure you were okay," he assured her, his intent not to be humble, but to try and reassure her that this place was safe. He had no doubt that Jack or any number of the Beta staff wouldn't have let anything happen to the charming young artist.
At Roland's approach, and Rimi's greeting, Greg found himself biting back an amused grin. "Mr. Jenkins," he returned, then turned gratefully to the drink Jack had arrived with. "Any time, mate," he said to the bartender with a nod, then reached out to grab the lime slice. He squeezed it into the tumbler, then took a sip, followed my a more generous mouthful. That's the stuff. He'd sip it then, slowly, needing to neutralise the gagh aftertaste but also needing to monitor his intake. It was only lunch time, after all.
It seemed that their reprieve from the action would be short-lived, however, as close by one of the remaining Klingons was getting into it with a Bolian. At the same time, there were more fireworks at the table, this time in the form of Rimi vs Anna Eastman-Williams. Brown eyes widened in surprise over the rim of his Don Julio as the trill turned a previously unseen attitude toward the Captain's daughter. Greg's eyes flickered between the two, realising the issue between them was much deeper than popular table and outcast. Any of the interactions he'd had with Anna previously had been positive, and he'd thought her a credit to her parents. Greg wasn't an idiot though; he'd been a teenager once. He remembered how it worked.
"Hi, Anna," he greeted her in a friendly manner. He'd been about to ask her to sit with Rimi in solidarity while he pulled Jenkins aside, who looked like he was about to burst for the need to tell him something, but something made him stop. "It's been a bit of a stressful afternoon, maybe we could -" He stopped talking when the chair crashed down on the Klingon. "Sit down, please," he asked, his tone changing as he moved to position himself between Anna, Rimi, and the unfolding "challenge". A couple of security personnel flooded into the lounge, but Greg wouldn't move until the fighting stopped.
Anna rolled her own eyes, finding Rimi's hostility to be a bit... random. Would the Trill have preferred for her to go full mean-girl?
"O-kayyyyyyyy," she acknowledged it, completely unsubtle and yet still sensible enough not to stoop to Rimi's level (at least so she perceived her own behavior).
She was just about to turn tail and go back to her friends when Greg more or less ordered her to sit down. Eminently polite towards adults (except her brothers), she did just that, though she thought putting some more distance between herself and the Klingons was a bit wiser.
Jenkins seemed stunned, by the fight, by the expectations placed upon him, and by the teenage drama unfolding before his very eyes.
That is, until his commbadge gave him a sense of purpose.
=A= "Uhh, she's here, ma'am, fighting Avi Moz," =A= he reported to Ryah.
With the cat's ear peeking out of the bag, Roland placed a hand on Greg's shoulder and whispered.
"They're Klingon Customs enforcement, doing a joint op with us. We could honestly use some help."
Anna rolled her eyes again, this time at the protocol error Jenkins was making. She could hear him, albeit barely, which meant Rimi could too. Mom would not approve.
There was a satisfying crack as her fist connected with Avi’s face. In the distance, a woman’s voice shouted that drinks were free. Excellent. She would enjoy some more bloodwine after her victory.
Jurgha moved to protect her head, and the chairs smashed into her side, one after the other, breaking on impact. She stumbled back, but the action only served to get her blood running. The Klingon snarled in equal parts anger and enthusiasm. Being a customs officer might not be the stuff of legend, and perhaps Jurgha enjoyed indulging in bloodwine and gagh a little too much for the good of her physique. Even so, she could certainly hold her own against one slimy Bolian.
She wiped a trail of blood from the side of her face, then grabbed a sharp piece of the broken chair and lunged at Avi.
Other voices joined in, trying to butt in and get them to stop, but Jurgha barely heard any of them. They were none of her concern. “This is between us!” she shouted at the security officers as she ducked away from them, then upended an entire table in Avi’s direction.
Truth be told, Kevin had expected Avi to just go with it. What exactly did she think would come of her violent clash with a Klingon?
Well, it sure seemed she wanted to keep fighting.
"Up yours," Alex sneered, as he took his shot at Avi, and hit.
Kevin believed Jurgha was probably innocent, and just acting on Klingon honor, but there was a certain risk of her becoming guilty if left to her own devices with the unconscious Avi. So, with a sigh, he pulled the trigger.
= A = "McDonough to Ops. I'm tagging two people to beam to the Brig medical facility. Bar fight in the Blue Beta." =A= Kevin reported, as Alex slapped beacons on both phaser-napping women.
It wasn't much, but it was honest work.
20 minutes later
[NPC - Fatax - Brig]
Avi would wake up to find as her cellmate a diminutive, plump, troll-like Ferengi. Fatax, after almost a year in the Brig, was quite comfortable here, comfortable enough to dispense with such formalities as manners, or clothing.
"Did you try to rob sanitation?" he mocked the Bolian, seeing her wake up.
[NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ][Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Blue Beta]
Riyo wasn't reassured by the fact the rowdy bunch weren't the ones Lea had told him about. If Klingons didn't have respect for someone, it would be that much harder to keep them in line. Without a word he followed Lea to a table and sat down, still keeping his eyes on the group. From this new angle he recognized the human man as Greg Ellis, and judging by the slightly pale tone of his skin and the partially eaten bowl of gagh on the table, Riyo could guess what had just transpired. He didn't envy the man in the slightest.
Security successfully got most of the Klingons to follow them out of the bar, but one remained behind when confronted by the Bolian. Greg and the Trill girl were momentarily forgotten when the shoving started. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Riyo leapt to his feet and approached them. "Hey! Take it outside!" He spoke loudly and sharply enough to hopefully catch their attention. There were still too many people around, not to mention the tables and chairs. It wouldn't take a weapon for someone to get seriously hurt.
[Blue Beta - Promenade]
Just when she thought that the situation had calmed down, especially as the Klingons were escorted out by Security. It appeared as though one of them had decided to remain behind. One Klingon couldn't and surely wouldn't be too much of a problem and yet there was a part of Leanna, that wished that they had stayed at home. Okay it was only a miniscule and passing thought as Jack brought over a drink to Greg, who had stayed by Rimi's table and acknowledged what the server had done.
Although as much as there seemed to be another kind of situation brewing with Anna. Lea put it down to their age and that this was more than the current situation as Avi and the Klingon started pushing one another. A brawl was the last thing that they needed as Riyo quickly got up from their table to try and break it up.
So much for a quiet lunch, Lea thought to herself as she decided to help diffuse the situation or at the very least provide a distraction. Whistling loudly before speaking so everyone would hear. " For the next half an hour, all drinks are free".
[ Avi Moz | Blue Beta ]
Avi got clocked hard in the face, reeled backwards, and stopped herself against a table. Oh, now she remembered what that felt like. Avi was built like a boxer, hands made strong from heavy work, and she'd earned herself several similar encounters in her life, but it had been a while since her last scrap and she usually had enough sense to avoid Klingons. Not today, however! She pushed herself back up, snagged the back of a tastefully designed chair and heaved it with full commitment at Jurgha's head. Then Avi turned to grab another one to do the same.
It was that old Bolian saying - one gift makes friends, two gifts makes family.
She was aware on some level that decorum had been requested, but was not interested. There were no chairs outside, and she'd had plenty to drink at breakfast.
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) & Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak - Commanding Officer's Office, Front Ear Station]
The human Captain sighed. It was without a doubt inevitable, if highly unfortunate, that one of the Klingon warriors had wandered off.
"No matter!" Klopar exclaimed, with a mouth full of pizza. "Jurgha has time. We must disguise you two as Klingons, and select a cover story!"
With that, the Klingon woman turned to the dour Durwot. He was, after all, her trusty assistant.
Judy could tell that they were stuck with this course of action. She was also a bit hurt, but also quite grateful, at her deliberate exclusion from the undercover op - she would've had to exclude herself anyway, what with her distinct voice and famous nose.
"You two can replicate some... fake foreheads over here, and get some makeup, whatever other things, done. We don't have time for anything too sophisticated," she ordered her own subordinates, with a tone of regret. At least this time, she could defend them.
"And I'll get a venue."
She tapped her commbadge, pinned to her waistcoat.
=A= "Eastman to Henriksen. Can you be a sweetheart and ask Lea if I can use her bar for a sting?" =A=
=A= "Uhhh, yes, ma'am. Right away." =A=
=A= "Thanks, dear. Eastman out." =A=
She hated to roust Mabel so soon after the woman's traumatic fitness eval, but that was the choice she had.
[NPC - Lt. j.g. Mabel Henriksen - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]
On orders from her Captain, Mabel had rapidly made her way to the bar, stuffing her hasperat from Apazi's into her purse. Every single one of her muscles was sore, and she was spending the day eating tasty stuff, after surviving the fleet fitness eval yesterday. Next year, she'd work with Judy to get a waiver.
Walking into the bar, trying hard not to think of her sore calves, she sighted Leanna, and walked up to the woman.
"Hey, Lea, the... Judy... well, we, need your help. We need to use the bar, and one of your back rooms, for a quick operation," Mabel explained, stumbling over her words.
[NPCs - PO2 Kevin McDonough & PO2 Alex Espada - Promenade]
"Bro, I can smell the hasperat in your farts," Alex ribbed his longtime patrol partner. Making fun of him was the best way to pass the time of a long promenade shift.
"No, you can't. There's no smell," Kevin objected.
"Yes, there is."
The duo had assumed that the situation at the Blue Beta was already resolved, but no... there was more noise, and flashes of blue.
"Moz, again," Kevin pointed out.
"How did S'Riia miss that?"
It was considered a best practice to book Avi Moz whenever she ended up within eyesight of a situation of any kind.
The two security officers ran into the bar, to finish the job.
"Knock it off right now!" Alex barked at both the Klingon and Moz, though he held his phaser ready to enforce that.
"Come on, Avi. You know where we're going, phaser nap or not," Kevin threatened.
[Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta]
Greg's pleasant expression, a smile first, melted into something just a tad bewildered as Rimi thanked him in a rather awkward manner. He mistook her flushed cheeks for shock, and attributed everything to the physiological response to a stressful situation. "If I hadn't arrived someone here would definitely have stepped in to make sure you were okay," he assured her, his intent not to be humble, but to try and reassure her that this place was safe. He had no doubt that Jack or any number of the Beta staff wouldn't have let anything happen to the charming young artist.
At Roland's approach, and Rimi's greeting, Greg found himself biting back an amused grin. "Mr. Jenkins," he returned, then turned gratefully to the drink Jack had arrived with. "Any time, mate," he said to the bartender with a nod, then reached out to grab the lime slice. He squeezed it into the tumbler, then took a sip, followed my a more generous mouthful. That's the stuff. He'd sip it then, slowly, needing to neutralise the gagh aftertaste but also needing to monitor his intake. It was only lunch time, after all.
It seemed that their reprieve from the action would be short-lived, however, as close by one of the remaining Klingons was getting into it with a Bolian. At the same time, there were more fireworks at the table, this time in the form of Rimi vs Anna Eastman-Williams. Brown eyes widened in surprise over the rim of his Don Julio as the trill turned a previously unseen attitude toward the Captain's daughter. Greg's eyes flickered between the two, realising the issue between them was much deeper than popular table and outcast. Any of the interactions he'd had with Anna previously had been positive, and he'd thought her a credit to her parents. Greg wasn't an idiot though; he'd been a teenager once. He remembered how it worked.
"Hi, Anna," he greeted her in a friendly manner. He'd been about to ask her to sit with Rimi in solidarity while he pulled Jenkins aside, who looked like he was about to burst for the need to tell him something, but something made him stop. "It's been a bit of a stressful afternoon, maybe we could -" He stopped talking when the chair crashed down on the Klingon. "Sit down, please," he asked, his tone changing as he moved to position himself between Anna, Rimi, and the unfolding "challenge". A couple of security personnel flooded into the lounge, but Greg wouldn't move until the fighting stopped.
[NPCs - PO2 Roland L. Jenkins & Anna E. Williams - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]
Anna rolled her own eyes, finding Rimi's hostility to be a bit... random. Would the Trill have preferred for her to go full mean-girl?
"O-kayyyyyyyy," she acknowledged it, completely unsubtle and yet still sensible enough not to stoop to Rimi's level (at least so she perceived her own behavior).
She was just about to turn tail and go back to her friends when Greg more or less ordered her to sit down. Eminently polite towards adults (except her brothers), she did just that, though she thought putting some more distance between herself and the Klingons was a bit wiser.
Jenkins seemed stunned, by the fight, by the expectations placed upon him, and by the teenage drama unfolding before his very eyes.
That is, until his commbadge gave him a sense of purpose.
=A= "Uhh, she's here, ma'am, fighting Avi Moz," =A= he reported to Ryah.
With the cat's ear peeking out of the bag, Roland placed a hand on Greg's shoulder and whispered.
"They're Klingon Customs enforcement, doing a joint op with us. We could honestly use some help."
Anna rolled her eyes again, this time at the protocol error Jenkins was making. She could hear him, albeit barely, which meant Rimi could too. Mom would not approve.
[Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta]
There was a satisfying crack as her fist connected with Avi’s face. In the distance, a woman’s voice shouted that drinks were free. Excellent. She would enjoy some more bloodwine after her victory.
Jurgha moved to protect her head, and the chairs smashed into her side, one after the other, breaking on impact. She stumbled back, but the action only served to get her blood running. The Klingon snarled in equal parts anger and enthusiasm. Being a customs officer might not be the stuff of legend, and perhaps Jurgha enjoyed indulging in bloodwine and gagh a little too much for the good of her physique. Even so, she could certainly hold her own against one slimy Bolian.
She wiped a trail of blood from the side of her face, then grabbed a sharp piece of the broken chair and lunged at Avi.
Other voices joined in, trying to butt in and get them to stop, but Jurgha barely heard any of them. They were none of her concern. “This is between us!” she shouted at the security officers as she ducked away from them, then upended an entire table in Avi’s direction.
[SCPO Melihn Ryah - CO's Office]
Distracted first by S'Riia informing her that one of the Klingons had, indeed, stayed behind at the Blue Beta, then by confirmation from Jenkins that she hadn't just stayed but was in a fight, Ryah didn't really register what the two captains had said. :comm: 'Call security, if you haven't already, :comm: she said shortly to Jenkins before turning to the captain.
'I'm sorry, ma'am, there's a probl-' Then what Klopar and Judy had said finished processing. 'I'm sorry,' she said again. 'You want us to what?' Ryah glanced between herself and S'Riia, the two least likely candidates in security for pretending to be Klingons. She was way too short, and S'Riia, well, she had a tail. Not your typical Klingon physiology, either of them.
Ryah was definitely off her game. She would ordinarily never have spoken to a superior officer in that tone.
Distracted first by S'Riia informing her that one of the Klingons had, indeed, stayed behind at the Blue Beta, then by confirmation from Jenkins that she hadn't just stayed but was in a fight, Ryah didn't really register what the two captains had said. :comm: 'Call security, if you haven't already, :comm: she said shortly to Jenkins before turning to the captain.
'I'm sorry, ma'am, there's a probl-' Then what Klopar and Judy had said finished processing. 'I'm sorry,' she said again. 'You want us to what?' Ryah glanced between herself and S'Riia, the two least likely candidates in security for pretending to be Klingons. She was way too short, and S'Riia, well, she had a tail. Not your typical Klingon physiology, either of them.
Ryah was definitely off her game. She would ordinarily never have spoken to a superior officer in that tone.
[NPCs - PO2 Kevin McDonough & PO2 Alex Espada - Promenade]
Truth be told, Kevin had expected Avi to just go with it. What exactly did she think would come of her violent clash with a Klingon?
Well, it sure seemed she wanted to keep fighting.
"Up yours," Alex sneered, as he took his shot at Avi, and hit.
Kevin believed Jurgha was probably innocent, and just acting on Klingon honor, but there was a certain risk of her becoming guilty if left to her own devices with the unconscious Avi. So, with a sigh, he pulled the trigger.
= A = "McDonough to Ops. I'm tagging two people to beam to the Brig medical facility. Bar fight in the Blue Beta." =A= Kevin reported, as Alex slapped beacons on both phaser-napping women.
It wasn't much, but it was honest work.
20 minutes later
[NPC - Fatax - Brig]
Avi would wake up to find as her cellmate a diminutive, plump, troll-like Ferengi. Fatax, after almost a year in the Brig, was quite comfortable here, comfortable enough to dispense with such formalities as manners, or clothing.
"Did you try to rob sanitation?" he mocked the Bolian, seeing her wake up.
Ellis... that was the name she had heard. He was gallant... modest... and so certain that someone would have stepped in to intervene if he hadn't. Rimi shook her head. "Not likely," was her only reply. The sight of little Miss Perfect, Anna, and the rest of the prep-squad would likely have ended up in stitches from laughing so hard. And most of the staff around here, probably would have been pleased that she wouldn't be their problem for the evening.
After her arrival, and selfish insertion into Rimi's life, the half-Trill told her exactly how she could have helped. Her nonchalant okay made it clear that Anna didn't get the point. She never got the point. Why? Because she was the point. Everyone could act as if they didn't see it, but the world revolved around Anna. It even stung quite a bit when it became obvious that Greg knew Anna as well. She couldn't even let Rimi have this moment... not a single memory without trampling all over it.
Everything seemed to happen so quickly. First of all, Rimi learned that Jenkins... or whatever his name was, really sucked at his job. Revealing something about a sting operation. "I'm no expert, but you need a desk job. I don't think you're cut out for field work," the half-Trill informed Jenkins. Of course, things escalated as the Klingon and the Bolian actually came to blows. Greg ordered Anna to sit down and positioned himself to stand sentry between them and the chaos. Some real security eventually showed up and seemed to shut down the brawl, but not before they trashed a good bit of the Blue Beta.
Tag: Charlie Fox (Greg), Judith Eastman (Anna, Roland, Security Team)
Soft tag: Avi Moz , Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha), Leanna Mazal , Jovireh Velal (Riyo),
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - CO's Office --> EnRoute to Promenade, Front Ear Station ]
S'Riia couldn't help but feel... responsible for the situation that seemed to have escalated upon leaving Jenkins behind to tend to a single Klingon. Whomever had to clean up that miss would never let her live it down if they'd known she'd been there before. However, S'Riia didn't really have the chance to dwell on the matter as another bombshell was dropped in her lap. S'Riia looked over at Ryah and then back to her captain. "Um, Captain?" S'Riia said, getting her commanding officer's attention after the suggestion of replicated foreheads. "I wouldn't presume to speak for the Chief, but I don't think we would make very convincing Klingons."
Her eyes shifted to Klopar who had made the initial suggestion. "Is it necessary to have Klingon associates, Captain? Because if not, I think we could certainly pull off something that says... 'not Starfleet,'" S'Riia proposed, hoping that it would be satisfactory.
Tag: Judith Eastman (& Klopar), Ozu Saya (Ryah)
Soft Tag: Matthew Harmon (Durwot)