Posted April 22, 2021, 7:54 p.m. by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) (Ian Kerby)
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Yami looked at her sister who had been uncharacteristically silent, “Teamwork, I understand but for my people we have a long history of competing for power. It is something that is hard to see past at times”.
Orvos, by this point, had returned his attention to Izanami.
-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE
Izanami had finally found her voice and whispered to Orvos. “I know of your race, you have much to offer and your connection to Athena is stronger somehow because of it”.
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“Well, it is what it is,” he replied only slightly nervous. He decided to change the subject. “So, what brings you lot here to the Athena, eh? Perhaps something to do with that Admiral over there?” he added, pointing in the general direction of the Admiral.
-Lt. Commander Orvos Legen, CE
Izanami looked in the direction of the Admiral and then back to Orvos. “You are changing the subject” her almond eyes flashed fire, “but yes, we serve the Admiral and she in turn provides my sister and I purpose, purpose and power, much as your race did in times gone by”. She noticed Tello being picked up by Hammor and briefly frowned much as one would if they saw someone picking up their favourite toy or taking their favourite seat.
For the moment, Izzy decided to head to the party. She didn’t want to spend all her time on a vacation planet at a bar, but since it was supposed to be the beginning sort of event for the trip, she might as well. In her mind were a myriad of things she could do on the planet. She could go to performances by actual live dance companies, plays with an actual traveling acting troupe, or attend concerts. She could go hiking and camping, maybe find a cabin in the mountains and ski. She could laze on the beach with barely a thing on and a fruity fancy drink in her hand listening to waves and feeling the heat and sand on her skin.
The possibilities were endless and she was here to celebrate. From the adrenaline junky on down to a night club dancer, they had advertised a blurring amount of options. She walked up to the bar at the party. “Vodka martini extra olives.”
Delaney, CoS
“Ooof,” was the sound heard from a young man having just knocked his head against the counter as he stood up to reply to Delaney. “Ah, yes. Absolutely!” He then grabbed a glass and assembled the beverage before her eyes rather quickly, yet accurately. He wore a typical barkeep’s outfit and had a 5 o’clock shadow.
The blue eyed man swiftly brought over the drink and set it on the counter before the Security Chief. “Here you are, ma’am! One vodka martini with extra olives as ordered. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He gave a genuine welcoming grin.
-Bar Worker
Having only been on the ship for 36 hours, Tello had hardly met anyone yet. So it was that when she read about the gathering in the bar in the ship’s email, she decided to attend on the spur of the moment. Dressed in a pair of black jeans, tan vest with leather buckles and side lacings, boots and smile, she left her hair down, long and curly and headed off to meet her fellow officers.
When the doors parted to allow entrance into the Parthenon, it brought an excited smile to the first officer’s lips. Now this was a lounge in the best way possible. It was also heavily populated, so she didn’t immediately see an open seat. Stepping in, Tello made her way slowly across the floor, walking by the patrons seated at the bar as she glanced around for a table. The din of conversation and laughter meant people were truly engaged with one another so she felt comfortable that no one was investigating the newcomer.
Just as she was passing a large Orion, he turned on his stool and stuck a giant foot into her path, totally unaware of her presence. Unable to avoid it, she tripped, landing on hands and knees, her dignity in a pile on the floor in front of her. Jaw clenched, Tello swivelled her head around to look at the offender. “Excuse you!”
—Anaar, XO
A startled curse preceded two very large green hands reaching down and, sliding under her arms, lifting her up off the floor and onto her feet in a single smooth motion.
“Gods above I am so sorry!” the Orion said, his face a darker shade of green than just seconds ago. “Are you okay? I didn’t see you coming. I am so very sorry.” Hammor said sincerely.
Hammor, Ops
Tello gathered herself and tugged down the vest. She could feel the heat of embarrassment in her own cheeks, so the extra green on the Orion’s face was some slight comfort. Brushing a stray curl out of her eyes, she looked up at him and bit back the urge to say something sharp just to ease her bruised ego. Instead, she took a pause to draw in a deep breath and let it out. “I’m alright, I was just startled, that’s all. It was an accident.”
—Anaar, XO
Yami watched the interchange with fascination and leaned further forward in her bar stool to get a closer look.
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