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Stark smiled, “With you two on board how could I fail… and I’ll buy the first two rounds”. Stark set off and slid into a bar stool near the two security officers. Without speaking he looked them up and down his eyes curious but not yet hostile.

Stark Nightstalker CIO

The two stared right back at him with the intensity of Entomologists who had found a new species of beetle.

Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

With her uniform jacket wrapped around her narrow waist, Viyara slipped onto the bar stool next to Stark. But she wasn’t facing the bar. Instead she was sitting backwards, her elbows resting on the counter, her head turned slight to the side as she watched Stark and the mysterious twins. With an amused chuckle, she asked by way of a greeting, “Are you two new here as well? I only just arrived a few weeks ago. Shortly before the Athena came back from her last mission.”

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Up close it was a little easier to tell them apart as one of them had a long scar under her right ear. She was the one who spoke and her voice was deep and earthy. “We are the Admiral’s aides. New would be accurate”. She looked at Stark, “What’s his issue?”.

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Patting one of Stark’s paws gently, Viyara replied with a slight shrug and a disarming smile, “He is very protective of this ship and her crew and from what I’ve gathered since coming here … strangers have rarely boded well for this crew.” She hoped she wasn’t overstepping or crossing any boundaries she wasn’t aware off, but her interactions with Stark so far suggested that he wouldn’t mind. Assuming she had read him correctly.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Stark’s paw didn’t flinch at the touch and neither did his gaze shift until near the end of Viyara’s speech. “You’re right my dear, strangers of late have always spelled trouble”.

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The other twin snorted, “We don’t start trouble, we end it”.

Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

A shadow fell over the two and a deep voice said “Sure sure… you’re real bada&^es, we know.” and the big frame of the Operations Chief squeezed itself between the two groups. He signaled to the bartender and said “A round for everyone. On me. Thanks.” and he then looked at the two figures. “Welcome to the Athena. And while you are here, maybe less boasting and more drinking, hmm? People are just making conversation, after all.” His tone was friendly and he smiled at them, but Daggum knew that sometimes words and attitude could cause more ‘trouble’ than intended.

Hammor, Ops Chief

That elicited a wicked smile from the original speaker with the scar. As for the speaker herself she looked at Hammor intently and then turned to her sister and stated for the record. “I like this one, can I keep him?”

Her sister shot her a warning glance and subconsciously fingered the scar on her face. “My name is Yami Senso and my rather forward sister is Izanami. We spend most of our time guarding the Admiral so social niceties aren’t our forte, stoic glares are more our thing”.

Orvos happened to be fixing yet another replicator, quietly across the room, but keeping a careful ear on the conversations present. He had caught the sound of Stark and turned in closely as he worked.

He also wondered when Marishka would quit breaking the replicators so he could show up to fix them.

OOC snorts at the replicator gag, haha. The Party will end up being here so I’ve changed the name of the thread.
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-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE

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The Orion Ops Chief smiled at both in turn and said “Yami. Izanami. A pleasure. I’m Lieutenant COmmander Daggum Hammor, Operations Chief. This is -” and he nodded in the direction of his friends, “- Ensign Nazeen of the Science section, and Commander Nightstalker, our resident Intelligence Officer.”

Hammor, Ops

Yami nodded to all in turn leaving her sister to her inch by inch appraisal of the Orion specimen before her. “Intelligence Officer, that explains the stare. The Admiral will be joining us shortly, I’m assuming this place is secure?”

Starks eyes were still suspicious, “Normally I’d say yes but after some of the things we’ve been through lately we’ve discovered that you have to have an extremely good imagination to be able to account for all the variables. Let’s just say we’re secure against all known threats”.

Daggum looked at Nightstalker and said softly “Ease it back a bit, Commander. Whatever you say to them, expect the Admiral to hear it, too. So… all niceties and generalizations.” and he gave the CIO a wink.

“Kind of what I was going for”, Stark said quietly for Daggum’s ears only, “Their records are clinical to the point of being scrubbed, cleaned and anaesthetised. Provocation hopefully will lead to some enlightenment”.

Turning to Daggum, Yami continued, “It’s our understanding that this cruise will be all about R&R, to be honest we’re not familiar with the procedure. What does R&R normally look like on a Starfleet Vessel?”

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OOC FYI once the party gets rolling and more people arrive I intent to split this thread with people being able to drift from one conversation to another.

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Daggum looked at Yami and said “Depends on where the ship is, I suppose. But usually its a rotational thing if the ship is at a R&R location. Shifts rotate off when not on duty, reporting back so that others get some time off. Some take leave so their vacation isn’t interrupted. Just depends on what the Captain allows.”

Hammor, Ops

Benjamin entered the bar having just finished his shift. Another tonsillectomy, he was surprised how many Starfleet officers still had their Tonsils when it should have been removed ages ago, stubborn assess. He looked over and saw several of the department heads speaking with two officer’s he didn’t recognize. They smelled new. He moved to the group, waving for a drink behind the bar “Commanders” He nodded to the Intelligence chief, Ops chief and Engineering Chief “Ensign” He said to the Scientist “Strangers” He said to the two others. He was handed a glass with brown liquid “These the admiral’s entourage?” He asked no one in particular.

Dr. Grey - CMO

Hammor nodded and said “Yami. Izanami. Admiral’s guards or something. Ladies, Doctor Grey, Chief Medical Officer.” and he picked up his glass and took a drink.

Hammor, Ops

Stark Nightstalker CIO