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Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)

Posted May 28, 2022, 12:52 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

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Posted by Commander Orvos Legen (Executive Officer) in Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)
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With the younger of the Klingon’s throwing the clear threat at the man who, Khain was now sure was a definite acquaintance of Marishkas, Khain had finally had enough of the pups posturing. While he had clocked the entrance of the newcomer to the bar who had seemed to walk past the events that were drawing all eyes to the table, enough was enough. Sliding off the stool, he pulled himself to his full height and walked towards the table. One hand rested on the hilt of his kut’luch, the other held the heavy metal flagon filled with ale that Cyden had placed on the bar for him.

“I am tired of your constant wish to get the lady to speak for you, child,” Khain addressed the younger of the Klingons. “By now it is clear that all you can do, is think too highly of yourself, grab things that do not belong to you and ask other people to speak for you.” Khain came to a stop right in front of the younger Klingon. “You have the honor of a motherless Targ.” Khain spat the insult with a tone of pure venom.

In one smooth motion, the kut’luch at Khains waist slid out of the sheath and the arm holding it drew back. It was a clear action, nothing hid it and everyone in the bar would see Khains movement, the glint of the blade. They would also hear the sound of three other Klingons at tables around the bar pushing themselves to their feet and throwing back cloaks, all wearing the same uniform and weaponry as Khain himself.

What wasn’t immediately obvious however was the forward motion of the flagon in Khains other hand as he threw the strong drink at the younger Klingons face, then swung a backhanded strike at his head. That motion was quick and fluid, and during the entire movement, the decoy that was Khain drawing his dagger was held back, unmoving. Maybe Khain did have a little thug in him after all, maybe he simply got tired of another Klingon acting like the world owed him everything.

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

OOC: I’m going with normal STF fight rules here, I make no claim that the ale hit the young dudes face or that Khains strike with the mug landed, that’s all up to you :)

Somehow the young one was able to evade the ale but not the tankard. His fine black clothing was splashed a bit and his head was now ringing from the blow. Looking up at Khain he growled with squinted eyes.

“You’re a fool Captain. That woman is my cousin and I’ll bet you haven’t even known her for half an hour. Here you are now, assaulting a stranger just because he said a few things you didn’t like in her direction. Be careful, you may yet loose the other eye and what’s left of your honor.”

As this had be occurring, the older Klingon had taken the opportunity to leave the younger one to fend for himself. Slipping from his chair he walked to the bar and stood in front of Marishka.

“Do you belong to Captain Khain?” he asked quietly.

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Orvos moved back after noticing Khain and his men establishing one heck of a combat experience. But Orvos was observant now, soaking in the setting. He noticed the older klingon slowly make his way to Marishka. He too, slowly went to her, to here the trail end of his question.

Dawson, Orvos’s former first officer aboard the Aurora, gave away his location next to her, giving Orvos a slight pause. “Doesn’t seem so to me that she belongs any klingon, does it Orvos?” he inquired in his former captain’s direction with a smirk.

Orvos…unsure of what Dawson meant by his statement, and also temporarily stunned that his former XO was now sitting in front of him in the flesh…spoke up without much care or thought as to the consequences of such an action. “That’s correct old friend. She belongs to me!” he said, hoping that it stunned everyone in the room.

Dawson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO
-Dawson

The room seemed to fall silent after Orvos’ statement. Marishka had often wondered if he would have her back in a situation like this. She trusted him but they were both quite slippery where trust was concerned.

Looking up at the older Klingon, who she swore she knew from somewhere, she met his gaze with complete confidence.

“And there you have it. I belong to him. I don’t know who you are, or what your business is with me, I do know that Kron sent you and now your business will be with both of us.” she said gesturing towards Orvos.

The older Klingon straightened and looked at them both.

“I am Orin. Kai was my younger brother. It has been decided among our families that I should collect a debt from you and I am here to do just that whether you have a mate or not.”

Turning, he looked at Orvos.

“I don’t believe for one minute that you are this woman’s anything, let alone her mate.”

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Dawson was the first to laugh, but compensated quickly for his outburst. “Mr. Orin, don’t be a fool. He is every bit hers unfortunately, and she his.” Dawson gave her a knowing glance, remembering when the two had danced together in the holodeck.

Orvos was clearly irate at the whole situation, but somewhat thankful that others were going with it. Orvos for his part, was good at playing the game as it were. He pointed a finger squarely at the elder klingon before him. “You know, I really shouldn’t have to do this. No reason to prove anything. But perhaps it will give you peace of mind knowing that I’m a terrible liar.”

He then turned to Marishka with his right arm around her backside, and his left hand on her cheek. He was quick, but slow enough hopefully, that she wouldn’t immediately resist him. He planted his lips squarely on hers and embraced her with a zeal.

And as quickly as he had done so, he pulled away and looked the klingon in the eye. “Now,” he said firmly. “What debt have you come here to collect?”

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO

Marishka had often wondered what that kiss would be like, too bad it hadn’t happened her way though.

She looked at Orvos the way a wife should look at a husband but decided to stay silent. He had asked a question and she was wondering the answer herself.

Orin had watched them and figured they were being truthful or, truly good actors.

“I am meant to take this woman back to Qo’noS. She’s meant to serve in my household and, perhaps, I shall marry her someday. It would be only right after she killed my brother. Now I find her in this bar, with you? This debt will be settled.”

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Orvos was about to object, however it was Dawson who stepped up surprisingly to put himself between Orin and Orvos. “You can’t be serious? I doubt that one, she killed anyone, and two that you could prove it. But nevertheless, since they’re both good friends of mine, why don’t I settle it with you. If you can beat in combat old man, than do as you wish.”

Orvos was confused by the sudden turn of events. He knew of Dawson’s very extensive experience with combat, strategy, and fighting, so it made sense if he wished to take on the klingon. But as far as he was aware, he had no real experience with Marishka. And why was Dawson suddenly deciding to defend him? The last time Orvos had spent any personal time with Dawson was when he shut Dawson in a cryo tube and jettisoned him out of the Aurora. And it was not on good terms.

Dawson stood there with a confident smirk on his face, ready for anything. He spent 900 years learning and training in a multitude of combat techniques. He was prepared just as he was.

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO
-Dawson, Intel

Marishka was doing her level best to stay calm as the events spiraled around her. She remembered dancing with Dawson on the holodeck and, when he said they would meet again, she put as much stock in that as she had from so many other men saying that to her. Here he was. For all intents and purposes, Orvos had just declared himself her husband. She could stand it no longer and finally stood to defend herself.

“I am sorry that creature was your brother. I am not sorry for what befell him. Nobody here knows what he tried to do to me and I need no defense for my actions.”

She was glaring at Orin. The man was no fool. He wanted to take her to bed or wring her neck but knew he couldn’t touch her with all of these witnesses in this place so, instead, he turned to one of the newcomers and attempted to push Dawson out of the way.

“Leave. This is no matter for you.” Orin said.

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