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Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)

Posted July 7, 2022, 12:47 a.m. by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) (Catt Bennett)

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A grin slowly spread across his features, as though the challenge made by the klingon was a superbly welcome one. He yanked his hand away and stepped closer to the klingon with an almost maniacal grin. “You see the problem is, I’ve got a hard time backing down from a challenge, and this sounds exactly like what I would rather be doing. I’m curious if you’d be a worthy opponent.”

-Dawson, Intel

Meanwhile, Orvos was curious how it would all end. This klingon warrior was adamant, and he was fully aware of Dawson’s desire to fight, no matter the cost. But why was Dawson doing this for Marishka or him?

Orvos sighed. “And how exactly do you want it settled, hmmm?” he inquired aloud.

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO

Marishka had been watching these three men as the whole situation evolved. One of them she knew and trusted, the other one was a mysterious surprise, the third man she did not wish to know at all. They had talked around her and about her, they had talked about their glory and how to handle this particular challenge to their masculinity but, nobody had talked to her. Captain Khain had been trying but her scrap of a cousin seemed to have him thoroughly occupied at the moment. She had finally had enough.

With a silent rageful leap she jumped from her chair to the bar top.

“Doesn’t anybody want to know what I want?” she roared.

  • Marishka

Orvos and Dawson were both slightly surprised and they looked at each other for a brief moment. “Yes, definitely my love,” quickly replied Orvos as he continued playing the part in genuine curiosity.

Dawson was quick to respond as well, right after Orvos. “Please by all means, what do you desire?” There may have been a hint of amusement in his response, but it was genuine nonetheless. After all, he was most concerned with the fact that this brute of a klingon thought he could take Dawson on. Dawson rarely backed down from a challenge.

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO
-Dawson

Orin glared up at Marishka as she stood on the bar. No woman of his would speak to him like that but, there would be time for that later.

Marishka stood looking down at the three men and glanced at the young one standing a bit further off. As she did so, she felt the hilt of a slender blade being pressed into her right hand which she had held purposefully behind her. She knew Cyden wouldn’t let her down.

“I want answers minus the boasting but, first, let me give some information.”

She looked first at Orin, then the young one before her eyes came to rest on Orvos, as they naturally would one’s mate.

“Orvos, my love, these men are obviously here on behalf of that part of me which is Klingon. They are from the house of Kron no doubt. The young one, I believe, is my cousin. He seems to have fallen out of one of Kron’s brothers or sisters but, I don’t recall which one. They are not wearing any house insignia because Kron has decided that whatever happens here deserves no honor therefore, I deserve no honor.”

Marishka was speaking in quiet tones that carried throughout the room due to her expensive oratory skills.

“I suppose I should ask what those actions are going to be but, dearest Orin, you are not the most important person in the room and not even the most interesting.”

Smiling, she turned her gaze to Dawson.

“Why are you here?”

  • Marishka (et al)

Dawson grinned. “I actually came here to relax until my shuttle to the Athena was ready. I was not expecting to meet my good friend and his mate here though!” He then turned to the klingon then. “I’m also always interested in a physical challenge. Quite simply, I’m thoroughly entertained here!” The grin never left his features as he glanced from person to person. He meant no boasting, but was being honest.

-Dawson, Intel

Marishka had a feeling he was only telling one very thin layer of the truth. Maybe they would deal with that later, maybe not.

“Very well. And why had my father sent you and my cousin?” she asked Orin.

Marishka hadn’t addressed her cousin directly or by name and wouldn’t if at all possible.

For his part, Orin did not approve of this type of situation but felt himself outnumbered.

“I’m here to take you back to Q’onoS and marry you in accordance with your father’s wishes. I am an old man with no heirs and after you killed my brother, we have decided it’s the least you can do.”

Orvos stood with an incredulous look on his face. Married or not, no way was he about to allow this oaf to whisk Marishka from the Athena to use as a breeder.

Marishka had intended to listen to him all the way through but couldn’t help jumping in.

“If you want heirs, speak to my mother. That’s her forte, not mine. Whoever told you I could have children is wrong, I’m already married as you can see.”

With that, she stepped off the bar and walked confidently to her groom. She slipped one arm around him while holding the blade in the other.

“When it was obvious to Orvos and I that we were to spend this life together, we decided that the feelings we have for each other transcended a mere Klingon ceremony or that of most other species that surrounded us at the time. So we decided to be wed in the Caitian style. It was an incredibly private and intimate ceremony. I’m certain you’ve never heard of the Church of Nightstalker so don’t go looking for it and don’t ask me about it.”

  • Marishka (et al)

“They’re a very private church. I only know of them because I’m El Aurian.” he said, as though the simple fact of being El Aurian granted him information known to few. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but the only heirs she’ll be producing are our own if we so choose.” His adrenaline was now pumping, his heart rate increased, though he attempted to conceal that by making no sudden moves. He couldn’t tell if it was due to her extremely close proximity, the kiss they had just shared moments ago, or the thought of doing unmentionable things to her.

Dawson meanwhile observed, but was ready for any sort of action to jump in on.

-Commander Orvos Legen, XO
-Dawson, Intel

The young one was used to being ignored. He had grown far past being angry about it. In this case he had decided to use it to his advantage. While the others were wasting time talking, he had taken the time to slip up and get quite close to Dawson. If the fool wanted a challenge, he would be more than happy to give him one. Silently he slipped the d’k tahg from it’s sheath intent on a point in the man’s back. In that moment some would say he’s a warrior without honor but this was no opponent, this was just something in the way.

  • Marishka (et al)

Sneaking up on an El Aurian was difficult enough given their senses. However Dawson was trained beyond it, aware of people and proximity to him all the time. It came about through much of his combat training.

Upon the sudden sensation of a body close by, he made only one assumption. He spun 90 degrees too his rear and swung a strong leg out to strike anyone within that distance.

-Dawson, Intel

The young one had been in the process of unsheathing his d’k tahg with his right hand. Dawson’t kick should not have caught him off guard but it did alter his plan of attack. Instead of aiming between the ribs just below Dawson’s left scapula the young one braced against the kick and tried to stab Dawson in the neck.

  • Marishka (et al)

Orvos was now aware that something was going on. As he stole a quick glance in Dawson’s direction, he allowed his wrist to take aim with his drone, prepared to send it airborne if need be. He still stood with Marishka though, eyes once more locked on the older klingon, ready with his shield device, should the need arise. “Call him off!” he ordered with a certain extent of authority with his voice.

Marishka had only been peripherally aware that her upstart cousin was trying to take on Dawson of all people. She wondered if he fought as well as he danced.

Orin glared from Orvos to the young one.

“He’s not mine, I can’t. We are unhappy travelling companions. He’s only here to witness me bringing Marishka into my family. She would probably have better luck calling him off.” Orin was getting tired of all of this talking as well.

Dawson meanwhile, anticipated the young one’s hope in getting a clean cut on him. As the klingon lunged, Dawson pivoted on his single foot so as to avoid the incoming blow. He attempted to regain most of his balance as he placed his foot back on the ground and assessing the situation.

-Dawson, intel
-Commander Orvos Legen, XO

The young one’s blade passed in front of Dawson’s face. Seeing that his blade would miss, the young one rotated away slashing towards Dawson to open some space and ready himself for the next pass. If Dawson wasn’t careful the space opening slash might open his cheek. The young one had excellent technique but Marishka, Dawson, and anyone else with decades of experience in personal combat would see that he lacked the experience to properly apply his techniques.

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