: Posted by Commander Molor (XO) in City Center: More Investigating
: : Posted by Mouse of Nevermore (Gamemaster, GMT) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : Posted by Mouse of Nevermore (Gamemaster, GMT) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : Posted by Commander Molor (XO) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : Posted by Lieutenant Sarah Martin (Doctor) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : Posted by Commander Molor (XO) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : : Posted by Mouse of Nevermore (Gamemaster, GMT) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : : : Posted by Mouse of Nevermore (Gamemaster, GMT) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : : : : Posted by Mouse of Nevermore (Gamemaster, GMT) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : : : : : Posted by Commander Molor (XO) in City Center: More Investigating
: : : : : : : : : : Molor had left the Captain with the planatery leaders. The CO was much more experienced in the matters of diplomacy than he. So it was that Molor decided to check out some of the finer local drinking establishments.
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: : : : : : : : : : On a agricultural farming world like New Shanghi, the locals would normally pride themselves on having all sorts of bars that brewed anything from local beers and ales to fine grain lquors. He was sure that if he snooped around a bit he could find a nice bar to eat some lunch at and sample their local drinks. And perhaps get some information, too.
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: : : : : : : : : As Molar walked into the square of the village he would notice a bustling area. There were merchants with their wares displayed on neat displays outside of shops, friends called to each other and there was a general air of excitement about the coming festival. Above all, there was the smell of food.
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: : : : : : : : : To the left of where Molar had come in there was the grain stand that had the child helping his father bag grain. Next to that was a restaurant that seemed to be in the middle of making the lunch meal. There were several other shops that might be of interest to Molar.
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: : : : : : : : G'Morgh noticed the Klingon in Star Fleet Uniform and headed directly for him "Kaplah..What brings you here Star Fleet?"
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: : : : : : : From the stand near where the two klingons were standing, there was a purring and chirping sound coming from one of the grain bags along with a rustling. Whatever was in the bag seemed very happy.
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: : : : : : : Mouse of Nevermore
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: : : : : : Molor whipped out his tricorder and started to scan the bag.
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: : : : : : "I was looking for a decent bar," Molor said. Aside from his brother and sisters, Molor never had any real contact with other Klingons. He was raised on a Federation colony world.
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: : : : : : "These people are having problems with their grain," he said. "We're here to help them."
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: : : : : G'Morgh eyed Molor "I am aware of the problem with the grain." He said eying the bag and finally just reaching in and grabbing one of the moving lumps, which promptly bit him. The large klingon growled in pain and dropped the furry ball on the ground, it was now growling as it multiplied before their eyes.
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: : : : : The boy that had found it originally stood shocked "Papa......" He said pointing at the now multiplied furry thing that were making their way back to the bag of grain. The larger ball charged at G'Morgh. This was definitely uncharacteristic of the creature.
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: : : : : G'Morgh was less than pleased with the turn of events. He looked around and picked it up again with disdain "We will destroy this colony to purify it if this is the cause." He growled and then grabbed the vendor "Where did you get this from?" He demanded.
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: : : : : The owner was dumbfounded "I don't know what it is..." He stammered as the creature growled again. The Klingon held it closer to the shop owner's head and it became increasingly aggressive.
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: : : : : Mouse of Nevermore
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: : : : "Leave that man alone!" Molor said.
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: : : : "It's obvious that some third party is planting these.... Creatures... here. A person living on this planet would not want their crops to fail due to infestation."
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: : : : "Furthermore, as we received their distress call first, and responded to it, under Neutral Zone Treaty, that makes our ship the primary first responder. So we will not let you destroy this colony. These people are under our protection."
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: : : : "However. We can still use your assistance."
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: : : : Molor
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: : : The furry creature multiplied again in G'Morgh's hand, the smaller balls now hurrying toward the grain purring and chirping while the elder one growled again and attempted to break free from the Klingon's grasp, the growling increasing, its only instinct to survive. To survive and feed and that was now even more complicated than originally anticipated.
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: : : Mouse of Nevermore
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: : In the shadows another figure laid in wait. He didn't want Star Fleet interference and now had to alter plans to accomodate this. He fingers the hypospray in his hand and finally sees one of his quarry. Lt. Romanov walked into the square heading for the security offices. He stepped out of the shadows and quickly bumped into the officer injecting him with a fast acting paralytic and poison, before dropping a data pad with a warning to the rest of the crew of the Saracen.
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: : Mouse of Nevermore
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: Molor's attention was on G'Morgh. He warned the other Klingon, "So, if you don't put that creature back in the back of grain, and leave this man alome, I will see to it that you're placed in the brig of my ship. I'd rather have you working with me than against me."
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: Molor
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G'Morgh looked at Molor "Fine." He said dropping the furry creatures back in the grain "This is not over." He said and stared at Molor "I suggest that you and your crew leave this area before anything else happens." He said in a threatening tone and turned to see several more Klingons coming up, anger on their faces. They confronted Molor "What is Star Fleet going to do to help us. You are only concerned about the others in this colony." They clamored at Molor.

An angry crowd started to gather around Molor, he could see Romanov lying on the ground now unmoving. The populace was on edge and it was beginning to show.

Mouse of Nevermore