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Posted March 14, 2019, 9:58 a.m. by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) (Ian Kerby)

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A voice from the back of the room coalesced into Orvos. R’han started slightly wondering how the man had suddenly appeared from seemingly nowhere. He decided Orvos must have been sitting there the whole time so still he hadn’t noticed him… either that or R’han’s morning routine had left him more out of contact with reality than most days.

Walking right up to Loqaron and getting full in his face, Orvos waved the security down. They lowered their weapons but kept a wary eye on the creature from Galdor. The “wolfshead” seemed to have lost her interest in them anyway and was instead sniffing in Orvos direction with obvious curiosity.

Orvos’ voice was slow, measured, weighty and had a gravitas that R’han had seldom seen in the man apart from when he was imitating Chuck Berry at Karaoke parties.

“Stand down Loqaron, your people will have their say and so will everyone”.

Loqaron looked like he was going to retort when suddenly his daughter appeared in the doorway. She took in the whole scene at a glance and then fixed her eyes on Orvos. R’han read in her eyes a look that said she had come here specifically to meet his “chief weather engineer”.

“Curiouser and curiouser” R’han thought to himself relishing the drama.

Ghemor cut in with obvious impatience. “All this posturing is unnecessary, your precious talks are not why I am here” All heads in the room swept her way… keeping the “wolfshead” in their peripheral vision just to be safe.

“I bring a message from the Prophets” Iliana stated boldly.

R’han immediately went to the sideboard and picked up a bottle containing some unnamed liquor who contents told him nothing other than that they were the colour green. He could feel a migraine coming…

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

OOC: I wasn’t able to gather what species Loqaron and his daughter are. If it’s not a spoiler, could you answer that?
- Miriam

OOC: It’s not a spoiler. Loqaron is Ghubari’s father. He is known to the Athena crew because he is the CO of a ship that was a part of their Exploratory Fleet for several sims.
~Linds

OOC: This is so exciting! I can’t wait to read more! I’m very interested in what you’ve done with Orvos. hahaha. Keep it coming! :D

-Tony

OOC :-) Thanks all, don’t worry, you’ll all be in their eventually (apart from Konral and Karina, I haven’t heard from you two yet, still time though). Miriam, didn’t think about the fact that you wouldn’t know Loqaron, but I’m sure you’ve guessed who the daughter is now :-)
Ian

IC
Loqaron looked like he was about to speak but his daughter stepped in front of him effectively cutting him down in mid sentence.

Iliana looked at the woman, “Ghubari” she said with a small smile.

“Did the prophets tell you my name ” The Napean woman replied in affirmation.

“No, but our intelligence service did, as they told us many things” Iliana looked pointedly at the Galdorian as she made that pronouncement. The tall wolflike creature stood unflinching under the Cardassian woman’s gaze.

There was the chink of ice in a glass and then a slight gulp as R’han took a swig of the green liquid. “Blah, blah, blah” he said in a descending cadence, “How about you get to the part where you tell us the “message” of the prophets”.

Iliana looked at him squarely. “You’re a very unvulcan vulcan Mr R’han but if you insist…”

“I do” said R’han sipping his beverage and raising an eyebrow.

The grey faced Cardassian woman waited until all faces were attentive. It took less than 0.3 seconds.

“The Prophets told me to tell you to prepare for visitors…”

Loqaron couldn’t contain himself and interrupted, “Of course we’re preparing for visitors, the Terran’s, the Romulans and the Taurus Pact, what a stupid…

He spluttered to a standstill as a very furry elbow took him full in the gut. The Galdorian muttered “Please continue”.

Iliana nodded her thanks and continued. “The Prophets told me to tell you to prepare for visitors from the Alternate Realm…”

to be continued…

OOC: just a terminology note, the people of Galdor are called Galdori, not Galdorians :) A common mistake given how many star trek races are named that way.

  • Miriam
    OOC Got it. Ian

IC
“Finally” Orvos muttered under his breath, only two in the room picked it up, the Galdori and R’han.

“We’ve had visitors from the alternate realm before” Jayden spoke up from the door, it’s never ended well for us”. His father nodded his assent to his son’s pronouncement.

R’han waved his hands around rather inarticulately but in truth he was distracting the players. “Details Madam Prophet, please give us the details”.

“I have no details other than one” Iliana said her smile alighting on Ghubari Koraia.

“Oh, stow the mysterious prophet speech business” R’han said piqued but carefully calculating his jibe. “Elaborate, you must”.

Iliana looked at him coldly and he did a little bow to further infuriate the woman.

Ignoring his instructions she took in all those standing in the room until she had their undivided attention. “They will come in a starship led by Ghubari Koraia, a woman who is more than she seems in both our realms”. With that final pronouncement she nailed Loqaron with a steely grey glare and the man was forced to look away.

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Without another word Iliana swept from the room leaving the denizens within bereft of any opportunity to ask further questions. Loqaron entered into a hushed but very intense diatribe with his daughter Ghubari which the Bennetts in close proximity were trying to stoically ignore.

Orvos walked to the window and R’han joined him, seconds later they were joined by the looming presence of the Galdori female.

Orvos didn’t even look around but quietly intoned “Bodyguard eh, Nice disguise Luka, it suits you”.

There was a snort from the Galdori as they looked out the window together and then she spoke just as quietly. “The Galdori weren’t invited so someone had to be present to make sure that these peace talks don’t disadvantage my people. Loqaron was my ticket, the man is seriously paranoid about that daughter of his”.

R’han stood there quietly fuming about the number of secrets his weather engineer was keeping from him. He poured himself another and slugged it back sighing slightly.

Orvos interpreted his “bosses” displeasure and muttered something that sounded like a very halfhearted apology to which R’han grunted in seeming admission of said apology. The two had long since passed beyond the need for intelligent conversation, grunts and sighs were sufficient.

R’han’s eyes were drawn to two women down by the pool. Miss Cherry Blossom had just brought them a drink, some flamboyant tall thing with far too many tiny umbrella’s in it. R’han made a mental note to speak to his bartender, all 42 of them, about wastage and the imminent destruction of the ecosystem due to umbrella’s.

The two women were obviously mother and daughter and were obviously arguing about something. The younger blond was gesticulating a bit and then the mother quieted her down whilst at the same time casual flipping a table knife around in her hand. R’han became fixated on the spinning knife, once, twice then three times the woman flipped it catching it flawlessly each time without even looking at it. R’han flicked through his PaDD looking for their faces… ah, there they were, Barbara and Kaylee Baxter, entrepreneurs on holiday. “Must be selling tableware”, R’han thought to himself.

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

Three days had passed rather uneventfully for R’han, in fact he’d rather enjoyed seeing everyone prepare for the other delegates. Poor Orvos had been run off his feet preparing quarters for the Taurus Pact. Tholian’s weren’t known to be the easiest of beings to work with and when you added the Breen and the Gorn into that mix he’d seen Orvos come close to a meltdown.

R’han had invited them all to a karaoke night but only the Romulan delegation had acquiesced and they had left half way through R’han’s rendition of “I did it my way” which he thought was particularly rude as he had spend a great deal of time practicing that song for them in particular.

The Terran delegation was the last to arrive and had been made fashionably late due to a sudden freak ion storm that had appeared out of nowhere. The Bennetts however had been very happy about the delay as it gave them longer to set up security. He had caught the two of them surreptitiously running holodeck simulations with their team against multiple opponents of the various races, most of which they had lost badly Gorn being Gorn etc. The problem was that they weren’t supposed to kill anyone whilst restraining them… very limiting in Rhan’s opinion.

He heard a light footstep from behind him and turned slowly away from the pool and his continual contemplation of the aesthetics of perfect body form. Standing behind him was a balding man wearing what looked like a black jump suit. He’d only ever seen one other like it…. hanging in Orvos secret “batcave” wardrobe. R’han raised an eyebrow slightly in a question at the newcomer.

The man smiled haltingly and then spoke in an accent that wasn’t quite placeable and therefore probably an affectation. “Name’s Reg” he said with another attempt at a smile, “Reg Barclay”.

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

OOC: I am seriously loving the setup! :D

-Tony

OOC Glad you’re enjoying it :-)
IC
“Are you a friend of Orvos?” R’han said with a sickly saccharin sarcastic smile, “He didn’t mention you we’re coming”.

Reg rubbed his hand over his near bald scalp and eyeballed R’han and R’han could tell by the way he stood that the man had backup somewhere close by. Finally the man spoke in his halting accent.

“You can act dumb if you like but if it’s alright I’d rather we worked more at a professional level as there isn’t much time before the assassination attempt” Reg’s blue eyes were level but they betrayed that his back up was behind and to the right. R’han caught a glimpse of black clad Klingon in the shadows.

“I’m assuming you mean the mother daughter team of Barbara and Kaylee Baxter, Mr Barclay” R’han said with aplomb, “My security have it handled”.

Reg smiled and at precisely that moment Jayden Bennett came over R’han’s commlink.

=/\= They’ve disappeared boss =/\= was the short succinct message.

R’han smiled yet another sickly saccharin sarcastic smile and then replied tersely =/\= Acknowledged Jayden, please find them at your earliest convenience =/\=

There was no reply, people knew better than to reply when R’han used that particular tone.

Reg smiled and tilted his head to the side mimicking R’han’s smile, “Would you like our assistance Mr R’han” he emphasised the “Mr”.

“Not necessary” R’han grated, “I already have a “Memory Omega” operative.”

A half Klingon woman stepped out of the shadows, R’han was momentarily stunned by her looks but quickly rallied, now was not the time to lose ones’ composure.

“K’Ehleyr” she said by way of introduction, “and we lost contact with Orvos’ sub-dermal transmitter a little over an hour ago”.

R’han started to let out a string of words that were both colourful and vituperative, he widened his range to several dead and extinct languages and then just settled on combining cuss words which were for the most part made up…

to be continued…

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist


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