Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Mar 14, 2021 15:07:09 GMT
[Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta]Greg couldn't help but silently agree with Rimi's observations regarding the awkward Jenkins. He sighed, hoping that the man's words weren't heard beyond the small group at the table. Thankfully, the Security personnel firing phasers would be a highly effective distraction. "Whatever I can do," he replied to Jenkins with a nod, mentally saying a fond farewell to his BLT and raktajino lunch. In truth, he probably wouldn't be able to eat anything for a while, what with having stuffed his gob with live bait. Once the immediate danger of a rogue chair or limb flying through the air toward them had passed, he took another sip of his tequila and sat back down. Whatever it was they had going on it would probably look a little odd if they all left together, at the same time. "I'll stay here until this young lady feels comfortable enough to leave." Realising then that he did not know her name, he offered his hand in an official, human shake. "I'm Greg, it's nice to meet you."
Tags, exit: Isaiah Quinn (Rimi), Judith Eastman (Anna, Jenkins). *** [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]The storage room had been outfitted with a number of large screens and speakers, allowing those inside to monitor the goings-on at the bar. They had folding chairs, although Max had taken a coffee break to ensure his lovely, infirm wife had a pillow on hers. "And so it begins," the Captain said to those assembled in the little room. [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta] She did not appreciate being sidelined. She definitely did not appreciate her revenge being interrupted. Nevertheless, here she was. Jurgha crossed her arms, scowling, glaring at the humans. They were insignificant. How were they supposed to help root out an entire criminal operation when they let Avi Moz use up air on their station in plain sight? “If this does not work, I am not going to just stand around watching.”
[Storage Room - Blue Beta]Some time later...Greg shifted on the uncomfortable chair, trying to make the movement as noiseless as possible. He was a built man, and the last he checked, ten pounds over his optimal weight thanks to his wife's excellent cooking. The fold-out chairs were not made for the likes of him... In fact, they weren't suitable really for any rear end to park on, but he'd been in worse. "Off to the races," he murmured in response to the Captain's announcement that proceedings had begun. When Jurgha began to gripe beside them, he leveled his gaze toward her, his eyes sliding away from the screens for a moment. "You could always take a seat, then you won't be standing around," he offered helpfully, gesturing toward one of the marvelous chairs. Then he returned his attention to the screen and his jaw clenched, just slightly, at Klopar's mention of gagh. His own stomach was not out of the woods yet.
Tags: Judith Eastman , Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha)
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
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Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Mar 14, 2021 17:08:36 GMT
[ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta] Avi could have her laugh. Avi could make herself a fitting rival. It didn’t matter. Jurgha was still going to crush her! She grunted from the impact of Avi’s knee, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, her makeshift weapon aimed straight at the Bolian’s chest. And suddenly, everything went black. [Fifteen Minutes Later - Storage Room] She did not appreciate being sidelined. She definitely did not appreciate her revenge being interrupted. Nevertheless, here she was. Jurgha crossed her arms, scowling, glaring at the humans. They were insignificant. How were they supposed to help root out an entire criminal operation when they let Avi Moz use up air on their station in plain sight? “If this does not work, I am not going to just stand around watching.”[Storage Room - Blue Beta]Some time later...Greg shifted on the uncomfortable chair, trying to make the movement as noiseless as possible. He was a built man, and the last he checked, ten pounds over his optimal weight thanks to his wife's excellent cooking. The fold-out chairs were not made for the likes of him... In fact, they weren't suitable really for any rear end to park on, but he'd been in worse. "Off to the races," he murmured in response to the Captain's announcement that proceedings had begun. When Jurgha began to gripe beside them, he leveled his gaze toward her, his eyes sliding away from the screens for a moment. "You could always take a seat, then you won't be standing around," he offered helpfully, gesturing toward one of the marvelous chairs. Then he returned his attention to the screen and his jaw clenched, just slightly, at Klopar's mention of gagh. His own stomach was not out of the woods yet. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]Ever diplomatic, Judy concealed her amusement at Greg's exquisite comeback. Jurgha was a representative of the Klingon Empire, the Federation's most important ally, after all. However, she did reach into her handbag, for a subtler gesture of appreciation - a box of mints. "Want one? Or all of them?" she offered Greg. Then, she turned to Jurgha. "Picking a fight with Avi Moz is like mud-wrestling with a pig. You get caked with mud, and the pig just enjoys it," she advised. "She's having a blast in the Brig right now.""Having a blast" was perhaps an exaggeration, but Avi Moz seemed awfully comfortable in custody.
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[Ens. Brad Stout - Front Ear - Brig]Stout had not been pleased to enter the brig for the start of his shift to see an all-too-familiar Bolian passed out in the cell. He was even less pleased when he hadn't even finished briefing with the officer he was relieving when she woke up and started hollering. When the Ferengi joined in on the screeching, the other officer gave him a sarcastically cheerful 'have fun!' and walked out, leaving him alone to deal with the idiots, and his headache. Walking back into the main room, he scowled at the two prisoners. "What do you want, Moz?" he asked as he stopped at the control console in the center of the room. From the sounds of it, she hadn't been here very long... Surely she couldn't be demanding food, or release, or whatever else she fancied so soon, right? [ Avi Moz | Brig ]Ever the helpful one, Fatax began screaming which promptly summoned one of the security thumbs. Avi didn't actually intend to de-lobe the Ferengi, but the threat was serving its purpose and she wasn't above renewing it. "Where's Jurgha?" Avi demanded of the long-suffering security guard. "The Klingon. She started it, but I'm the one under arrest? What's the game, Starfleet? You all see my blue arse and that's all you need to know, is it? That the level of clever you're able to summon?" This level of indignation was actually unusual for Avi who normally didn't give two snots about anyone else. She knew her miscondut on this junky station rose only to the level of nuisance and that they'd all eventually wait each other out. If they wanted her gone, she'd be gone. If she wanted to leave, she'd have left. "Hell with it, just cite me and let me out." [NPC - Fatax - Brig]With security now present, Fatax could relax. The guard's ire would be on Avi, and she'd be kept from hurting him and his magnificent lobes. "Oh, if you knew what the Klingons were up to," he teased, dangling some knowledge, or gossip. "If only you knew..."Fatax was amazed, quite frankly, that Ellis and now Eastman had failed to bring them down. Perry was less surprising, but still.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Mar 15, 2021 1:26:47 GMT
[ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Storage Room, Blue Beta] Jurgha fixed the man with a murderous glare. This one thought he was so clever, didn’t he? He did not appear to be handling the gagh very well. Though she did at least have to give him credit for trying. … She shrugged. She sat. She snickered a little when the other one offered him mints. “Why? Are you feeling ill?”The older woman, the Starfleet captain, then shared an observation that was clearly meant to anger her, and encourage her to confront Avi again. Maybe she wanted Jurgha to get rid of the Bolian for her. Well, Jurgha would be happy to have another go at it. And now she knew just where to find her ‘old friend’. Avi Moz was in the brig. When they were done in here, she would have to pay a visit, and continue their conversation. And then they would see who was really having a blast. Mud-wrestling a pig sounded like fun. “So, you get it then!,” she snarled eagerly. She put her feet up on some boxes, then leaned over and snatched the tin of mints without being invited. It was more out of boredom than any actual desire to eat them, as she waited impatiently for something to happen on the screens. Charlie Fox Judith Eastman
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Mar 15, 2021 11:30:12 GMT
[Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Isaiah Quinn, Ozu Saya
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
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Post by Charlie Fox on Mar 15, 2021 16:27:01 GMT
[Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]Ever diplomatic, Judy concealed her amusement at Greg's exquisite comeback. Jurgha was a representative of the Klingon Empire, the Federation's most important ally, after all. However, she did reach into her handbag, for a subtler gesture of appreciation - a box of mints. "Want one? Or all of them?" she offered Greg. Then, she turned to Jurgha. "Picking a fight with Avi Moz is like mud-wrestling with a pig. You get caked with mud, and the pig just enjoys it," she advised. "She's having a blast in the Brig right now.""Having a blast" was perhaps an exaggeration, but Avi Moz seemed awfully comfortable in custody. [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Storage Room, Blue Beta] Jurgha fixed the man with a murderous glare. This one thought he was so clever, didn’t he? He did not appear to be handling the gagh very well. Though she did at least have to give him credit for trying. … She shrugged. She sat. She snickered a little when the other one offered him mints. “Why? Are you feeling ill?”The older woman, the Starfleet captain, then shared an observation that was clearly meant to anger her, and encourage her to confront Avi again. Maybe she wanted Jurgha to get rid of the Bolian for her. Well, Jurgha would be happy to have another go at it. And now she knew just where to find her ‘old friend’. Avi Moz was in the brig. When they were done in here, she would have to pay a visit, and continue their conversation. And then they would see who was really having a blast. Mud-wrestling a pig sounded like fun. “So, you get it then!,” she snarled eagerly. She put her feet up on some boxes, then leaned over and snatched the tin of mints without being invited. It was more out of boredom than any actual desire to eat them, as she waited impatiently for something to happen on the screens. [Gregory Ellis - Storage Room, Blue Beta]At Judy's words as she offered the tin of mints, Greg's grin broadened. "I think one will do for now, Captain," he said, reaching out a hand to take one, "The night is young."Jurgha, who seemed to want to laugh at him more than murder him at that stage - a noted improvement, made herself comfortable and helped herself. He considered her question and then decided to answer honestly. "Been a while since I had gagh," he admitted. He sucked on the mint for a moment or two, enjoying the fresh burn in his mouth. Not quite the same as the tequila from earlier, but just as effective. "But what goes down, should stay down." He probably sounded more confident than he felt. Greg had no idea what had precipitated the altercation between Jurgha and the Bolian, but it didn't appear as though it had been resolved. As long as it didn't impact on the mission at hand, Greg really had very little interest in the outcome of their conflict. His eyes returned once more to the screens and his gaze narrowed a little at Durwot's charade. "Son of Sh'root certainly likes ordering people around," he observed. "I take it he doesn't get to do that much in reality." He doubted not, not with his other two Klingon companions being clearly superior to him.
Tag: Judith Eastman , Shavan Th'zhaar (Jurgha)
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Rank: Civilian/other
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Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Mar 15, 2021 17:42:05 GMT
[ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Ryah had been slightly happier over the change in plans. Covering her nose felt odd, but was far less intrusive than a false Klingon forehead. She'd dyed her blonde hair bright red, because why not? and left her spots. They were prominent enough that she looked full Trill with her nose ridges covered. She'd changed to a plain black utilitarian jumpsuit that had her preferred cargo pockets for concealed phaser carry. There was no way she was going into this sting unarmed, but she was carrying a non-Starfleet issue phaser, just as black and utilitarian as her jumpsuit. Ryah couldn't help flinching slightly at Klopar's poke, and her symbiont expressed its own displeasure at the assault, causing Ryah to glare briefly down at her midsection. She'd gotten better about not responding aloud when the Melihn symbiont spoke to her, but sometimes reactions were difficult to control. Under her breath she muttered, ' I'd like it not at all.' [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat. [NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Durwot was, clearly, having fun with it all, and why shouldn't he? Unlike their staid Starfleet colleagues, the Klingons knew to mix business with pleasure. "We can order you some milk to drink, if you'd rather be a baby," Klopar herself taunted, before the group was approached by two other Klingons. "Call me the Tusk," the bigger, older one announced. "This is my butler, Bolt. You must be the son of Sh'root.""The Tusk", who unbeknownst to the others was called Wetrogh, bore the scars of many battles, a fierce warrior if ever there was one. "Bolt", whom Starfleet intelligence believed was in fact called Dril, was a more timid, diminutive fellow, by Klingon standards. "It seems you are not good enough for your master," he taunted the Trill and Caitian servants. "Else they wouldn't have turned to us for replacements.""Bolt" knew well enough what this business was, though he spoke in hints. It wouldn't do to reveal their involvement in the slave trade just like that.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Post by Judith Eastman on Mar 15, 2021 17:57:18 GMT
[ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Storage Room, Blue Beta] Jurgha fixed the man with a murderous glare. This one thought he was so clever, didn’t he? He did not appear to be handling the gagh very well. Though she did at least have to give him credit for trying. … She shrugged. She sat. She snickered a little when the other one offered him mints. “Why? Are you feeling ill?”The older woman, the Starfleet captain, then shared an observation that was clearly meant to anger her, and encourage her to confront Avi again. Maybe she wanted Jurgha to get rid of the Bolian for her. Well, Jurgha would be happy to have another go at it. And now she knew just where to find her ‘old friend’. Avi Moz was in the brig. When they were done in here, she would have to pay a visit, and continue their conversation. And then they would see who was really having a blast. Mud-wrestling a pig sounded like fun. “So, you get it then!,” she snarled eagerly. She put her feet up on some boxes, then leaned over and snatched the tin of mints without being invited. It was more out of boredom than any actual desire to eat them, as she waited impatiently for something to happen on the screens. [Gregory Ellis - Storage Room, Blue Beta]At Judy's words as she offered the tin of mints, Greg's grin broadened. "I think one will do for now, Captain," he said, reaching out a hand to take one, "The night is young."Jurgha, who seemed to want to laugh at him more than murder him at that stage - a noted improvement, made herself comfortable and helped herself. He considered her question and then decided to answer honestly. "Been a while since I had gagh," he admitted. He sucked on the mint for a moment or two, enjoying the fresh burn in his mouth. Not quite the same as the tequila from earlier, but just as effective. "But what goes down, should stay down." He probably sounded more confident than he felt. Greg had no idea what had precipitated the altercation between Jurgha and the Bolian, but it didn't appear as though it had been resolved. As long as it didn't impact on the mission at hand, Greg really had very little interest in the outcome of their conflict. His eyes returned once more to the screens and his gaze narrowed a little at Durwot's charade. "Son of Sh'root certainly likes ordering people around," he observed. "I take it he doesn't get to do that much in reality." He doubted not, not with his other two Klingon companions being clearly superior to him. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]Jurgha had very sharply misinterpreted Judy's words, but under the circumstances, she feared that any correction would only deepen the misunderstanding. She'd just have to keep security watching for Moz-related drama, even more than usual. She focused her eyes back on the screen. Their contact, "the Tusk", made his presence known, possessed of the kind of gravitas that could've been calibrated at the son of Sh'root's inadequacies. "In the olden days, you'd bring down crime bosses on tax crimes. With this guy, we can probably get an assault charge instead," she quipped. In fact, she'd be surprised if a fight didn't break out, and had pre-emptively asked Jenkins to find the funds to compensate Lea for damages just in case - a contingency that seemed wise already.
Tag Shavan Th'zhaar , Charlie Fox
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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 Mar 16, 2021 1:10:22 GMT
[ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Storage Room, Blue Beta] The man admitted that gagh did not agree with him, but he was trying to keep it down anyway, which was more than most aliens could say. Jurgha laughed. “You should keep trying, give it a chance… someday, you might be able to keep down as much as a Klingon baby.” He then tried to turn the conversation to laugh at Durwot’s expense rather than his own, but Jurgha was happy to do both. It was all in good fun, and something to do while they waited. “Ha! As if!” The idea of Durwot truly being of a great house and ordering people around was laughable. She was a little more doubtful of the captain’s idea that “The Tusk” would be caught for assault, but it was still early in their operation. Maybe she would be proven right. “We have seen their faces now. It would be easier to just smash their skulls in and be done with it!” As someone whose job was to enforce the law, which Klingons did have, she knew full well that this was just wishful thinking… but still. She shifted impatiently and chewed the mints loudly. Charlie Fox Judith Eastman
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Mar 16, 2021 7:33:12 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [Durwot, son of Sh’root - CO’s Office] “A great idea, Captain! Sure to be a success!” Durwot said heartily with a smile as the human Captain suggested disguises for her people. His face then immediately dropped suddenly to a serious scowl, “Not!” He declared pointedly. Even her own subordinates saw how ridiculous it would be to try and present them as warriors. “No one would ever believe they were true Klingon warriors. It would never work,” he declared. He then took a moment to consider another idea. “I will pose as an influential and powerful noble, not that it’s really posing, the Sh’root’s are very influential,” at least in the markets for certain agricultural products, but they didn’t know that, “I will be looking to purchase some of their wares. Klopar will be my associate, the Bajorans my servant, and the Caitian my pet slash extra servant.” He was very confident in his plan. It would work, so long as none of the others did anything idiotic. Captain's log, supplemental.
Since my idea of Klingon disguises is, indeed, a very bad one, the group will be using Durwot's cover story. They will be posing as members of the House of Sh'root, and... servants, seeking to buy slaves to use as farm workers. In the interest of disguise, I've ordered both Ryah and S'Riia to dye their hair, and Ryah to don a prosthetic, human-looking nose. I'm not happy with this, but Captain Klopar rushed my schedule.
Since Mr. Jenkins let Greg Ellis in on the operation, I've invited Greg to join me in the surveillance room, monitoring the operation. I expect that we may need to meddle in the operation, and I'd rather have a security-oriented mind in the room with me.
I've also initiated Leanna and her staff, and prepared them for what they may face.
Ms. Jurgha has been released, for now, but Captain Klopar ordered her to join me in surveillance, instead of the sting itself. I can only assume this is for her underperformance in the fight with Moz, and not for the fight itself. As for Ms. Moz, she will be in the Brig for a bit - it seems to be like a second home to her.
End log.15 minutes later[Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Klopar walked with Durwot and their "servants" to the Blue Beta, to await the arrival of their contact, known to her only as "The Tusk". "The gagh had better have sauce this time," she complained loudly. "Or perhaps you'd like it bland."She poked Ryah in the gut with one finger, to affect dominance. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]The storage room had been outfitted with a number of large screens and speakers, allowing those inside to monitor the goings-on at the bar. They had folding chairs, although Max had taken a coffee break to ensure his lovely, infirm wife had a pillow on hers. "And so it begins," the Captain said to those assembled in the little room. [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta] Avi could have her laugh. Avi could make herself a fitting rival. It didn’t matter. Jurgha was still going to crush her! She grunted from the impact of Avi’s knee, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, her makeshift weapon aimed straight at the Bolian’s chest. And suddenly, everything went black. [...] [SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Ryah had been slightly happier over the change in plans. Covering her nose felt odd, but was far less intrusive than a false Klingon forehead. She'd dyed her blonde hair bright red, because why not? and left her spots. They were prominent enough that she looked full Trill with her nose ridges covered. She'd changed to a plain black utilitarian jumpsuit that had her preferred cargo pockets for concealed phaser carry. There was no way she was going into this sting unarmed, but she was carrying a non-Starfleet issue phaser, just as black and utilitarian as her jumpsuit. Ryah couldn't help flinching slightly at Klopar's poke, and her symbiont expressed its own displeasure at the assault, causing Ryah to glare briefly down at her midsection. She'd gotten better about not responding aloud when the Melihn symbiont spoke to her, but sometimes reactions were difficult to control. Under her breath she muttered, ' I'd like it not at all.' [Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta]Greg couldn't help but silently agree with Rimi's observations regarding the awkward Jenkins. He sighed, hoping that the man's words weren't heard beyond the small group at the table. Thankfully, the Security personnel firing phasers would be a highly effective distraction. "Whatever I can do," he replied to Jenkins with a nod, mentally saying a fond farewell to his BLT and raktajino lunch. In truth, he probably wouldn't be able to eat anything for a while, what with having stuffed his gob with live bait. Once the immediate danger of a rogue chair or limb flying through the air toward them had passed, he took another sip of his tequila and sat back down. Whatever it was they had going on it would probably look a little odd if they all left together, at the same time. "I'll stay here until this young lady feels comfortable enough to leave." Realising then that he did not know her name, he offered his hand in an official, human shake. "I'm Greg, it's nice to meet you." [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat. [NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Durwot was, clearly, having fun with it all, and why shouldn't he? Unlike their staid Starfleet colleagues, the Klingons knew to mix business with pleasure. "We can order you some milk to drink, if you'd rather be a baby," Klopar herself taunted, before the group was approached by two other Klingons. "Call me the Tusk," the bigger, older one announced. "This is my butler, Bolt. You must be the son of Sh'root.""The Tusk", who unbeknownst to the others was called Wetrogh, bore the scars of many battles, a fierce warrior if ever there was one. "Bolt", whom Starfleet intelligence believed was in fact called Dril, was a more timid, diminutive fellow, by Klingon standards. "It seems you are not good enough for your master," he taunted the Trill and Caitian servants. "Else they wouldn't have turned to us for replacements.""Bolt" knew well enough what this business was, though he spoke in hints. It wouldn't do to reveal their involvement in the slave trade just like that. [NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ] With his hand outstretched in front of her, the young half-Trill finally reached out and took hold of his hand. His hand was larger and more weathered than her own. Even in that she found comfort. He formally introduced himself as Greg, but his earlier words to that Starfleet officer weren't wasted upon her. He had to go, and as much as she didn't want him to leave, she knew she couldn't detain him. Clearly, there were others that needed his help. Rimi," she said introducing herself, "It's nice to meet you too." She didn't want to let him go. She would have been content for him to hold her hand in his for hours on in. Though, her hand slowly slipped from his own. She didn't want to overstay the welcome. "I um... I should probably get going." She slowly slid from the table and collected her things. She had barely taken a step, before she paused and turned. "See you around... maybe."The was no concealing the dreamy smile upon her face. She walked out of the Blue Beta on a cloud so high, that not even Anna Williams could turn the cloud gray. Rimi left the bar, but didn't head home. No, instead she decided to head to the park. Where she could find some peace and quiet. Somewhere to immortalize the image of Greg on a blank canvas. Not that he'd ever be easy to forget. Exit Rimi Mora
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] It was official: S'Riia wasn't a fan of undercover missions. At least not undercover at the beck and call of these Klingons. Suffice it to say, they played their roles all too well. They hadn't wasted any time making fun of Ryah, who'd undergone quite the makeover. Nor had S'Riia been spared, as Durwot called her a beast. A low growl of frustration left her lips at the word, but not much else. S'Riia had followed Ryah's lead in making over her appearance. She had died the fur on her head, hands, tail and her hair as well, black. She had even slipped in some contacts giving her yellow eyes as well. She had decided to go with black catsuit. The irony was not lost on her. It didn't leave to the imagination, nor did it leave many places to conceal a weapon. However, she a belt which held a dagger on one side and a non-Starfleet sidearm on the other. Her hair had been straightened and pulled back. Eventually, they were joined by their marks: the one called the Tusk. He saw fit to make his own judgements, mentioning that they were not good enough servants for Durwot. S'Riia made an audible hiss of contempt. In part to sell her ferocity, but with an air of annoyance as well.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Klopar, The Tusk, Bolt), Matthew Harmon (Durwot), Ozu Saya (Ryah)
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
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Post by Ozu Saya on Mar 16, 2021 15:17:59 GMT
[Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Isaiah Quinn, Ozu Saya [ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Ryah had been slightly happier over the change in plans. Covering her nose felt odd, but was far less intrusive than a false Klingon forehead. She'd dyed her blonde hair bright red, because why not? and left her spots. They were prominent enough that she looked full Trill with her nose ridges covered. She'd changed to a plain black utilitarian jumpsuit that had her preferred cargo pockets for concealed phaser carry. There was no way she was going into this sting unarmed, but she was carrying a non-Starfleet issue phaser, just as black and utilitarian as her jumpsuit. Ryah couldn't help flinching slightly at Klopar's poke, and her symbiont expressed its own displeasure at the assault, causing Ryah to glare briefly down at her midsection. She'd gotten better about not responding aloud when the Melihn symbiont spoke to her, but sometimes reactions were difficult to control. Under her breath she muttered, ' I'd like it not at all.' [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat. [NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Durwot was, clearly, having fun with it all, and why shouldn't he? Unlike their staid Starfleet colleagues, the Klingons knew to mix business with pleasure. "We can order you some milk to drink, if you'd rather be a baby," Klopar herself taunted, before the group was approached by two other Klingons. "Call me the Tusk," the bigger, older one announced. "This is my butler, Bolt. You must be the son of Sh'root.""The Tusk", who unbeknownst to the others was called Wetrogh, bore the scars of many battles, a fierce warrior if ever there was one. "Bolt", whom Starfleet intelligence believed was in fact called Dril, was a more timid, diminutive fellow, by Klingon standards. "It seems you are not good enough for your master," he taunted the Trill and Caitian servants. "Else they wouldn't have turned to us for replacements.""Bolt" knew well enough what this business was, though he spoke in hints. It wouldn't do to reveal their involvement in the slave trade just like that.
Tag Ozu Saya, Matthew Harmon, Isaiah Quinn{Quoted Posts} [Durwot, son of Sh’root - CO’s Office] “A great idea, Captain! Sure to be a success!” Durwot said heartily with a smile as the human Captain suggested disguises for her people. His face then immediately dropped suddenly to a serious scowl, “Not!” He declared pointedly. Even her own subordinates saw how ridiculous it would be to try and present them as warriors. “No one would ever believe they were true Klingon warriors. It would never work,” he declared. He then took a moment to consider another idea. “I will pose as an influential and powerful noble, not that it’s really posing, the Sh’root’s are very influential,” at least in the markets for certain agricultural products, but they didn’t know that, “I will be looking to purchase some of their wares. Klopar will be my associate, the Bajorans my servant, and the Caitian my pet slash extra servant.” He was very confident in his plan. It would work, so long as none of the others did anything idiotic. Captain's log, supplemental.
Since my idea of Klingon disguises is, indeed, a very bad one, the group will be using Durwot's cover story. They will be posing as members of the House of Sh'root, and... servants, seeking to buy slaves to use as farm workers. In the interest of disguise, I've ordered both Ryah and S'Riia to dye their hair, and Ryah to don a prosthetic, human-looking nose. I'm not happy with this, but Captain Klopar rushed my schedule.
Since Mr. Jenkins let Greg Ellis in on the operation, I've invited Greg to join me in the surveillance room, monitoring the operation. I expect that we may need to meddle in the operation, and I'd rather have a security-oriented mind in the room with me.
I've also initiated Leanna and her staff, and prepared them for what they may face.
Ms. Jurgha has been released, for now, but Captain Klopar ordered her to join me in surveillance, instead of the sting itself. I can only assume this is for her underperformance in the fight with Moz, and not for the fight itself. As for Ms. Moz, she will be in the Brig for a bit - it seems to be like a second home to her.
End log.15 minutes later[Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Klopar walked with Durwot and their "servants" to the Blue Beta, to await the arrival of their contact, known to her only as "The Tusk". "The gagh had better have sauce this time," she complained loudly. "Or perhaps you'd like it bland."She poked Ryah in the gut with one finger, to affect dominance. [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]The storage room had been outfitted with a number of large screens and speakers, allowing those inside to monitor the goings-on at the bar. They had folding chairs, although Max had taken a coffee break to ensure his lovely, infirm wife had a pillow on hers. "And so it begins," the Captain said to those assembled in the little room. [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta] Avi could have her laugh. Avi could make herself a fitting rival. It didn’t matter. Jurgha was still going to crush her! She grunted from the impact of Avi’s knee, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, her makeshift weapon aimed straight at the Bolian’s chest. And suddenly, everything went black. [...] [SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Ryah had been slightly happier over the change in plans. Covering her nose felt odd, but was far less intrusive than a false Klingon forehead. She'd dyed her blonde hair bright red, because why not? and left her spots. They were prominent enough that she looked full Trill with her nose ridges covered. She'd changed to a plain black utilitarian jumpsuit that had her preferred cargo pockets for concealed phaser carry. There was no way she was going into this sting unarmed, but she was carrying a non-Starfleet issue phaser, just as black and utilitarian as her jumpsuit. Ryah couldn't help flinching slightly at Klopar's poke, and her symbiont expressed its own displeasure at the assault, causing Ryah to glare briefly down at her midsection. She'd gotten better about not responding aloud when the Melihn symbiont spoke to her, but sometimes reactions were difficult to control. Under her breath she muttered, ' I'd like it not at all.' [Gregory Ellis - Blue Beta]Greg couldn't help but silently agree with Rimi's observations regarding the awkward Jenkins. He sighed, hoping that the man's words weren't heard beyond the small group at the table. Thankfully, the Security personnel firing phasers would be a highly effective distraction. "Whatever I can do," he replied to Jenkins with a nod, mentally saying a fond farewell to his BLT and raktajino lunch. In truth, he probably wouldn't be able to eat anything for a while, what with having stuffed his gob with live bait. Once the immediate danger of a rogue chair or limb flying through the air toward them had passed, he took another sip of his tequila and sat back down. Whatever it was they had going on it would probably look a little odd if they all left together, at the same time. "I'll stay here until this young lady feels comfortable enough to leave." Realising then that he did not know her name, he offered his hand in an official, human shake. "I'm Greg, it's nice to meet you." [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar and Grill]
Why they had chosen to return to this subpar establishment completely eluded Durwot. Perhaps it was simply because however bad this bar was the human's other restaurants were even worse. It was good that Jurgha was sidelined, she would only get in Durwot's way. It was better this way with her our of the picture. Hopefully she avoided causing any more problems. When Klopar poked the Trill she muttered something under her breath and Durwot saw an opportunity to put her in place and remind her that she was nothing more than a servant girl. "What did you say, weakling?" he demanded, "A servant should not talk back to their master! You are lucky we are in such a forgiving mood!" He then looked between the Caitian and the Trill. "You should be more like this...beast," he spat. [NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Durwot was, clearly, having fun with it all, and why shouldn't he? Unlike their staid Starfleet colleagues, the Klingons knew to mix business with pleasure. "We can order you some milk to drink, if you'd rather be a baby," Klopar herself taunted, before the group was approached by two other Klingons. "Call me the Tusk," the bigger, older one announced. "This is my butler, Bolt. You must be the son of Sh'root.""The Tusk", who unbeknownst to the others was called Wetrogh, bore the scars of many battles, a fierce warrior if ever there was one. "Bolt", whom Starfleet intelligence believed was in fact called Dril, was a more timid, diminutive fellow, by Klingon standards. "It seems you are not good enough for your master," he taunted the Trill and Caitian servants. "Else they wouldn't have turned to us for replacements.""Bolt" knew well enough what this business was, though he spoke in hints. It wouldn't do to reveal their involvement in the slave trade just like that. [NPC - Rimi Mora - Blue Beta Bar, Front Ear Station ] With his hand outstretched in front of her, the young half-Trill finally reached out and took hold of his hand. His hand was larger and more weathered than her own. Even in that she found comfort. He formally introduced himself as Greg, but his earlier words to that Starfleet officer weren't wasted upon her. He had to go, and as much as she didn't want him to leave, she knew she couldn't detain him. Clearly, there were others that needed his help. Rimi," she said introducing herself, "It's nice to meet you too." She didn't want to let him go. She would have been content for him to hold her hand in his for hours on in. Though, her hand slowly slipped from his own. She didn't want to overstay the welcome. "I um... I should probably get going." She slowly slid from the table and collected her things. She had barely taken a step, before she paused and turned. "See you around... maybe."The was no concealing the dreamy smile upon her face. She walked out of the Blue Beta on a cloud so high, that not even Anna Williams could turn the cloud gray. Rimi left the bar, but didn't head home. No, instead she decided to head to the park. Where she could find some peace and quiet. Somewhere to immortalize the image of Greg on a blank canvas. Not that he'd ever be easy to forget. Exit Rimi Mora
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] It was official: S'Riia wasn't a fan of undercover missions. At least not undercover at the beck and call of these Klingons. Suffice it to say, they played their roles all too well. They hadn't wasted any time making fun of Ryah, who'd undergone quite the makeover. Nor had S'Riia been spared, as Durwot called her a beast. A low growl of frustration left her lips at the word, but not much else. S'Riia had followed Ryah's lead in making over her appearance. She had died the fur on her head, hands, tail and her hair as well, black. She had even slipped in some contacts giving her yellow eyes as well. She had decided to go with black catsuit. The irony was not lost on her. It didn't leave to the imagination, nor did it leave many places to conceal a weapon. However, she a belt which held a dagger on one side and a non-Starfleet sidearm on the other. Her hair had been straightened and pulled back. Eventually, they were joined by their marks: the one called the Tusk. He saw fit to make his own judgements, mentioning that they were not good enough servants for Durwot. S'Riia made an audible hiss of contempt. In part to sell her ferocity, but with an air of annoyance as well.
Tag: Judith Eastman (Klopar, The Tusk, Bolt), Matthew Harmon (Durwot), Ozu Saya (Ryah) [ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Other than slightly compressing her lips and squeezing her hands behind her back, Ryah didn't respond to the mocking of Durwot and Klopar. She was, after all, playing a servant, and she might as well be a decent one. Ryah narrowed her eyes as their marks approached and commented disparagingly about her and S'Riia, then offered a fake sweet smile to each before asking, ' Bloodwine for the table, ma'am? It seemed like the kind of thing a servant would do, go retrieve the drinks instead of waiting for a waiter to come to them. ---------- Tag Judith Eastman, Matthew Harmon, Isaiah Quinn
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
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Post by Charlie Fox on Mar 16, 2021 22:44:31 GMT
{Quotes} [Capt. Judith Eastman(-Williams) - Storage Room, Blue Beta]Jurgha had very sharply misinterpreted Judy's words, but under the circumstances, she feared that any correction would only deepen the misunderstanding. She'd just have to keep security watching for Moz-related drama, even more than usual. She focused her eyes back on the screen. Their contact, "the Tusk", made his presence known, possessed of the kind of gravitas that could've been calibrated at the son of Sh'root's inadequacies. "In the olden days, you'd bring down crime bosses on tax crimes. With this guy, we can probably get an assault charge instead," she quipped. In fact, she'd be surprised if a fight didn't break out, and had pre-emptively asked Jenkins to find the funds to compensate Lea for damages just in case - a contingency that seemed wise already. [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Storage Room, Blue Beta] The man admitted that gagh did not agree with him, but he was trying to keep it down anyway, which was more than most aliens could say. Jurgha laughed. “You should keep trying, give it a chance… someday, you might be able to keep down as much as a Klingon baby.” He then tried to turn the conversation to laugh at Durwot’s expense rather than his own, but Jurgha was happy to do both. It was all in good fun, and something to do while they waited. “Ha! As if!” The idea of Durwot truly being of a great house and ordering people around was laughable. She was a little more doubtful of the captain’s idea that “The Tusk” would be caught for assault, but it was still early in their operation. Maybe she would be proven right. “We have seen their faces now. It would be easier to just smash their skulls in and be done with it!” As someone whose job was to enforce the law, which Klingons did have, she knew full well that this was just wishful thinking… but still. She shifted impatiently and chewed the mints loudly. [Gregory Ellis - Storage Room, Blue Beta]Greg laughed at the klingon's jibe, appreciating that he likely had an even lower level constitution than a baby. Considering that he was human and that an overwhelming majority of alien foods could damage him, and in many cases, straight up kill him, the comparison made total sense. He wasn't sure he'd be partaking in gagh again in a hurry, though perhaps with that sauce the others had mentioned it could be a different experience... No. Madness. He bit down on the mint and then chewed, though not as loudly as Jurgha was. At the Captain's comment, he raised a brow and leaned back on his chair. "Capone this guy ain't," he returned, his finger pointing at the individual on the viewscreen. He had been displeased, to say the least, to find out this kind of thing was going down on the Station. There were criminals everywhere, of course, and citizens with questionable morals and ways of making a living, but this one had irked him. "Or we could see what else we can learn from them, just in case there are more of them, or likely to be more of them in the future. And then we could smash their skulls in."Greg thought it was a good compromise, and he couldn't help but smile a little. It was good not to have to be so diplomatic with his words any more. Being ex-Fleet did sometimes have its perks. He watched the two undercover officers and had to admit that the one called S'Riia in particular looked the part. "Tell us more about your people, Captain?" He asked, genuinely curious, and feeling a need to know if there were certain tells they should be watching out for.
Tags: Judith Eastman , Shavan Th'zhaar
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Mar 17, 2021 5:45:44 GMT
[ Avi Moz | Brig ]Ever the helpful one, Fatax began screaming which promptly summoned one of the security thumbs. Avi didn't actually intend to de-lobe the Ferengi, but the threat was serving its purpose and she wasn't above renewing it. "Where's Jurgha?" Avi demanded of the long-suffering security guard. "The Klingon. She started it, but I'm the one under arrest? What's the game, Starfleet? You all see my blue arse and that's all you need to know, is it? That the level of clever you're able to summon?" This level of indignation was actually unusual for Avi who normally didn't give two snots about anyone else. She knew her miscondut on this junky station rose only to the level of nuisance and that they'd all eventually wait each other out. If they wanted her gone, she'd be gone. If she wanted to leave, she'd have left. "Hell with it, just cite me and let me out." Jovireh Velal (Brad), Judith Eastman (Fatax) [ Jurgha, daughter of Khar - Blue Beta] Avi could have her laugh. Avi could make herself a fitting rival. It didn’t matter. Jurgha was still going to crush her! She grunted from the impact of Avi’s knee, but quickly recovered and lunged forward, her makeshift weapon aimed straight at the Bolian’s chest. And suddenly, everything went black. [Fifteen Minutes Later - Storage Room] She did not appreciate being sidelined. She definitely did not appreciate her revenge being interrupted. Nevertheless, here she was. Jurgha crossed her arms, scowling, glaring at the humans. They were insignificant. How were they supposed to help root out an entire criminal operation when they let Avi Moz use up air on their station in plain sight? “If this does not work, I am not going to just stand around watching.”[Storage Room - Blue Beta]Some time later...Greg shifted on the uncomfortable chair, trying to make the movement as noiseless as possible. He was a built man, and the last he checked, ten pounds over his optimal weight thanks to his wife's excellent cooking. The fold-out chairs were not made for the likes of him... In fact, they weren't suitable really for any rear end to park on, but he'd been in worse. "Off to the races," he murmured in response to the Captain's announcement that proceedings had begun. When Jurgha began to gripe beside them, he leveled his gaze toward her, his eyes sliding away from the screens for a moment. "You could always take a seat, then you won't be standing around," he offered helpfully, gesturing toward one of the marvelous chairs. Then he returned his attention to the screen and his jaw clenched, just slightly, at Klopar's mention of gagh. His own stomach was not out of the woods yet. [Ens. Brad Stout - Front Ear - Brig]Stout had not been pleased to enter the brig for the start of his shift to see an all-too-familiar Bolian passed out in the cell. He was even less pleased when he hadn't even finished briefing with the officer he was relieving when she woke up and started hollering. When the Ferengi joined in on the screeching, the other officer gave him a sarcastically cheerful 'have fun!' and walked out, leaving him alone to deal with the idiots, and his headache. Walking back into the main room, he scowled at the two prisoners. "What do you want, Moz?" he asked as he stopped at the control console in the center of the room. From the sounds of it, she hadn't been here very long... Surely she couldn't be demanding food, or release, or whatever else she fancied so soon, right? [ Avi Moz | Brig ]Ever the helpful one, Fatax began screaming which promptly summoned one of the security thumbs. Avi didn't actually intend to de-lobe the Ferengi, but the threat was serving its purpose and she wasn't above renewing it. "Where's Jurgha?" Avi demanded of the long-suffering security guard. "The Klingon. She started it, but I'm the one under arrest? What's the game, Starfleet? You all see my blue arse and that's all you need to know, is it? That the level of clever you're able to summon?" This level of indignation was actually unusual for Avi who normally didn't give two snots about anyone else. She knew her miscondut on this junky station rose only to the level of nuisance and that they'd all eventually wait each other out. If they wanted her gone, she'd be gone. If she wanted to leave, she'd have left. "Hell with it, just cite me and let me out." [NPC - Fatax - Brig]With security now present, Fatax could relax. The guard's ire would be on Avi, and she'd be kept from hurting him and his magnificent lobes. "Oh, if you knew what the Klingons were up to," he teased, dangling some knowledge, or gossip. "If only you knew..."Fatax was amazed, quite frankly, that Ellis and now Eastman had failed to bring them down. Perry was less surprising, but still.
Tag Jovireh Velal , Avi Moz [Ens. Brad Stout - Front Ear - Brig]Brad struggled to resist the urge to roll his eyes when Avi demanded information about a Klingon - likely the one she'd gotten into a fight with at the Blue Beta. "Look Moz, I just got here," he replied, unable to keep the irritation out of his voice. "I don't know why they decided not to book your Klingon friend. Your release hasn't been approved yet, so you might as well get comfortable. If you ask nicely, I'm sure Mr. Fatax will be happy to tell you a bedtime story." As if on cue, the Ferengi spoke teasingly, clearly excited to finally have a cellmate to talk to. Stout said nothing more, picking up a PADD and wandering to the wall to lean up against it, reading the reports that the prior shifts had left while still keeping an ear on the conversation. This was his favorite part of the job - pretend to not be paying attention, and listen to the prisoners' gossip. Anything of note got tossed up the chain of command for them to sort out fact from fiction and investigate what concerned them.
Tag Avi Moz Judith Eastman (Fatax)
[Lt. Paawin Riyo - Front Ear - Blue Beta]Riyo smiled and nodded in agreement as Lea commented on them at least still getting to have their lunch - whether it was as quiet as they had intended or not. He took a bite of his food, glancing over towards the kitchen. "As good as always. At least Max and the others don't let a little thing like a bar fight distract them," he joked lightly. From the corner of his eye, he saw the undercover group approached by another couple of Klingons. It was difficult not to sit back and watch, but he knew the importance of pretending they didn't know what was going on. So he focused his attention back on Leanna, taking another sip of his drink. "So, what should we do after this?" It would be easier not the watch the meet-up if they were talking. Hopefully.
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Leanna Mazal
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Mar 17, 2021 7:47:40 GMT
[Blue Beta - Promenade] As much as Lea wanted to just focus on Riyo and enjoy their lunch, it wasn't as easy as she had hoped. Try as she might to tune everything out, there was still residual background emotions as if everyone was slightly on edge. That was to be expected considering the operation that was now under way and yet couldn't help but grin as Riyo joked lightly about the food and those in the kitchen. " I agree, although the bar could be on fire... oh wait it has been and the kitchen have still produced what they can. Put it this way we've survived a lot ever since Sierra".It was true, they had survived numerous bad experiences over the years, including having the bar completely destroyed but they had always come back fighting. So a bar fight and a sting operation was nothing really and the good memories always outweighed the bad. Even so as Klopar and the others met with those they were attempting to bring down, emotions seemed to heighten further as Riyo kept the conversation going, knowing how difficult it was not to intervene but she was confident that they could keep pretending that they didn't know anything. " I was thinking that we could go for a walk, maybe to the park?".Of course there were other suggestions that she could of made but at the same time, this was about making the most of their time off together from work and being child free.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Mar 17, 2021 12:34:19 GMT
[NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]Durwot was, clearly, having fun with it all, and why shouldn't he? Unlike their staid Starfleet colleagues, the Klingons knew to mix business with pleasure. "We can order you some milk to drink, if you'd rather be a baby," Klopar herself taunted, before the group was approached by two other Klingons. "Call me the Tusk," the bigger, older one announced. "This is my butler, Bolt. You must be the son of Sh'root.""The Tusk", who unbeknownst to the others was called Wetrogh, bore the scars of many battles, a fierce warrior if ever there was one. "Bolt", whom Starfleet intelligence believed was in fact called Dril, was a more timid, diminutive fellow, by Klingon standards. "It seems you are not good enough for your master," he taunted the Trill and Caitian servants. "Else they wouldn't have turned to us for replacements.""Bolt" knew well enough what this business was, though he spoke in hints. It wouldn't do to reveal their involvement in the slave trade just like that. Isaiah Quinn [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar]
At least half of Durwot's servants seemed to be slowly getting the hang of it, he thought as Ryah offered to go and collect some wine. The Caitian however continued to be disobedient. 'The Tusk' then arrived before Durwot could discipline her further. "I am Durwot, son of Sh'root!" he proudly confirmed. The Tusk kwore many battle scars, no doubt he was a formidable warrior. "It is an honour to meet you, Tusk!" his companion, Bolt seemed far less worthy of respect. He did, however, make an astute observation. "Yes, I am in the market for replacements," he said before laughing, "I kid, I kid, of course. That would not be legal," he said to Bolt before turning his head towards Tusk and offering a sly look and wink, implying he was in fact in the market but just did not want to openly admit it. That would hopefully solidify their cover and earn some trust.
Tag: Judith Eastman, Ozu Saya, Isaiah Quinn
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
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Post by Judith Eastman on Mar 17, 2021 16:28:11 GMT
[NPC - PO1 S'Riia - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station ] It was official: S'Riia wasn't a fan of undercover missions. At least not undercover at the beck and call of these Klingons. Suffice it to say, they played their roles all too well. They hadn't wasted any time making fun of Ryah, who'd undergone quite the makeover. Nor had S'Riia been spared, as Durwot called her a beast. A low growl of frustration left her lips at the word, but not much else. S'Riia had followed Ryah's lead in making over her appearance. She had died the fur on her head, hands, tail and her hair as well, black. She had even slipped in some contacts giving her yellow eyes as well. She had decided to go with black catsuit. The irony was not lost on her. It didn't leave to the imagination, nor did it leave many places to conceal a weapon. However, she a belt which held a dagger on one side and a non-Starfleet sidearm on the other. Her hair had been straightened and pulled back. Eventually, they were joined by their marks: the one called the Tusk. He saw fit to make his own judgements, mentioning that they were not good enough servants for Durwot. S'Riia made an audible hiss of contempt. In part to sell her ferocity, but with an air of annoyance as well. [ SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta] Other than slightly compressing her lips and squeezing her hands behind her back, Ryah didn't respond to the mocking of Durwot and Klopar. She was, after all, playing a servant, and she might as well be a decent one. Ryah narrowed her eyes as their marks approached and commented disparagingly about her and S'Riia, then offered a fake sweet smile to each before asking, ' Bloodwine for the table, ma'am? It seemed like the kind of thing a servant would do, go retrieve the drinks instead of waiting for a waiter to come to them. [Durwot, son of Sh'root - Blue Beta Bar]
At least half of Durwot's servants seemed to be slowly getting the hang of it, he thought as Ryah offered to go and collect some wine. The Caitian however continued to be disobedient. 'The Tusk' then arrived before Durwot could discipline her further. "I am Durwot, son of Sh'root!" he proudly confirmed. The Tusk kwore many battle scars, no doubt he was a formidable warrior. "It is an honour to meet you, Tusk!" his companion, Bolt seemed far less worthy of respect. He did, however, make an astute observation. "Yes, I am in the market for replacements," he said before laughing, "I kid, I kid, of course. That would not be legal," he said to Bolt before turning his head towards Tusk and offering a sly look and wink, implying he was in fact in the market but just did not want to openly admit it. That would hopefully solidify their cover and earn some trust. [NPCs - Capt. Klopar, daughter of Krak, Wetrogh "The Tusk", son of Grerohk, & Dril "Bolt", son of Gak - Blue Beta Bar & Grill]"Yes, fetch the finest vintage they have," Klopar accepted Ryah's offer, though it seemed like an attempt to escape. Oh, well, the Starfleeters were hardly renowned for their hardiness. The Tusk chuckled at the felinoid one's antics. Oh, it sure was feisty. "That beast seems fierce," he complimented Durwot, reaching out to stroke her fur. "And soft."Bolt perked up. "I hear the labor market on Cait is good for businessmen like you," he said. However, the economy on Cait was currently booming, having recovered from the PooDoo flu pandemic of '78[fn]The one that was Sir Doug's fault[/fn], so whatever labor market "Bolt" spoke of, it wasn't the legal one.
Tag Isaiah Quinn, Ozu Saya, Matthew Harmon
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