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Side Sim - The Klingon Party Is Just Starting (Open to Anyone)

Posted Nov. 2, 2018, 7:59 a.m. by Civilian T’Kor Drakenol of House Noggra (Klingon) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Ian Bordeaux (Yeoman/Diplomat) in Side Sim - The Klingon Party Is Just Starting (Open to Anyone)

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“Do we have any information on his senior staff… knowledge is power.”

Rinker

“So are torpedo’s” Nash quipped, making way for Fell-Drayke but letting his junior tactical officer stay at the station he would normally fill, it was still her shift after all. “Well. In an hour we will know why he is here. What kind of reception is he expecting? Full formal is a little unusual for a Klingon of any stature.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

“His senior staff is all members of his House and their allies. Same goes for most of his crew. And as far as attire goes, he has always been a stickler for respect and formality.” Mardusk offered up.

Mardusk, CoS

OOC: Just pasting the CO’s split into here to bring it all back into line, it fits.

Kelly and Ian had heard the call to the bridge. As usual, they seemed to be joined at the hip whether it was on or off duty. Stepping off the turbo her eyes scanned the room wondering why she was being called hours before her shift when it was not some sort of alert. “Ian I am not…sure,” Kelly’s tone started out jovial but slowly turned as did the cadence of her words to a more inquisitive rhythm. Lowering the coffee cup she looked around the room at the people assembled there. “Mr. Nash, Mr. Mardusk, Rellan,” she slowly called out each name. “So any of you care to explain why there is a Klingon Batttle cruiser off my port bow are are we going to charade it?”

Ian nodded as he took his chair, “Next time be sure.” he said with a smirk.

Captain Kelly Shultz

Rinker chuckled. He held three fingers, “Sounds like ‘ee ont owe.’” The he pointed Mardusk, “But Mardusk seems to be buddy buddy with the Captain.”

Rinker

Kelly resisted the urge to laugh at Rinker’s frivolity. Of all the counsellors she had met in her years he was the funniest and had the best sense of humour. “Riner you are on the command team for next months game of charades in the rec deck. “So Mr. Mardusk this chap is a friend of yours?”

Mardusk shrugged his huge shoulders and said “Aye, Captain. I know him. Served under him as a Starfleet Liason officer. But I really don’t know why he is here.”

Mardusk, CoS

“Do you owe him money?” Kelly asked with all sincerity.

“Not that I remember, but there is a lot of Bloodwine on that ship, Ma’am.”

“Slept with his lover” she followed up with the second reason she knew most men would travel across the galaxy for another man. It always seemed to be one of those tow reasons.

Mardusk smiled, but didn’t look up from his station. “Naw. Klingon girls are too delicate for me, Captain.” he said with more than a hint at sarcasm and cockiness.

Relann turned to Kelly. “Rear Admiral Drakenol and his delegation is apparently arriving in an hour and we’re probably going to have to dust off the dress whites,” she said, clearly not amused. While they were allies, Klingon ships did not just show up out of the blue to talk to random Starfleet ship captain’s and their crew. These things were done through diplomatic channels and ordered then came to people like Relann and Kelly from Starfleet Command. It was, frankly, bizarre and it was putting her slightly on edge. She wasn’t the paranoid type typically but she had been a security officer after all and the safety of the ship and crew had long been and continued to be her priority.

Fell-Drayke, XO

“We’ll need to be careful with the bloodwine” Nash remarked with a slight smirk as he came to the Tactical Station, motioning for the in duty officer to remain but looking over the readouts at the incoming ship. He was looking to see their status of shields and weapons. “That stuff stains and formal Klingon receptions can get rowdy.”

Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO

Mardusk looked at Nash and saw him looking at their weapons and shields. “No weapons powered up beyond the normal stand-by mode, Sir. Shields are up, but the Klingons always raise shields when travelling at impulse.” he said low enough for Nash to hear but not to be interrupting the conversation the XO was having.

Mardusk, CoS

Rinker closed his eyes for a moment, Blood wine, Klingons stereo-typically drank it like water, and it was allegedly twice as potent as whiskey. He hoped everyone had their drinking boots on. Fortunately for him, Rinker was both a professional and a whiskey drinker.

Rinker

“At least Bordeaux will have something to do other than sign my name to things,” Kelly said taking her seat in the command chair. “Mr. Mardusk, open a hail to the approaching ship please,” she took a deep breath, held it and then let it go preparing to deal with the inbound guest.

Captain Kely Shultz

“I resent that, you have any idea how much stuff I really do?” Ian said, he had a station he maned, as command staff if he wasn’t working as a Yeoman or a Diplomat, he often covered spots where needed. He was in many ways a jack of all trades when he took his academy days. While he focused on Diplomacy and History his command track lead him into some interesting positions over the year. Taking the yeoman job of the Atlantis was a first for him, he often went from ship to ship as a Diplomat. Commodore Perkins suggested to take on the permanent position as Yeoman to prevent himself from moving around so much.

“Why do you think I worked up with Jacen that transport replicator? I have to finish my duties sometime that don’t require brewing.”

“Aye, Captain.” the Orion responded. =/\=IKS Gohl, this is the Atlantis. Captain Shultz, Commanding Officer requesting to speak with Rear Admiral Drakenol, if he is available. =/\= he said.

There was a few moments of silence then a response came through, audio only. =/\= Atlantis. The Rear Admiral is getting ready for the ceremony. What do you need , Starfleet? =/\= growled a Klingon voice.

Mardusk, CoS

“We got the candles but the goat for sacrifice is taking a bit longer to procure,” Kelly replied before making a slashing motion with her hand to cut the audio. She hoped her obscure answer would buy her some time to get more information about said event.

Mardusk cut the audio from their end, and a small commotion could be heard from the Gohl as someone went running out of range of their comms.

“Okay so,” Kelly looked at the people on her bridge. “Does anyone have a clue as to what ceremony we are supposed to be performing? Any one at all. I am not going to get mad or overreact but it might be helpful to know if it is a garden party or a live rendition of Mardusk’s moshpit from last month.”

Captain Kelly Shultz

Mardusk scowled. “Not me. And we are pretty damn far away from the Gohl’s normal operating area.”

“I know a little, but… it’s not detailed. Klingon’s love their rituals, they have a dozen just for choosing the name of their first born. I will dig some more details, maybe see if I can make this less fuzzy.”

At that moment, the voice from earlier came back and said “Atlantis. We are confused. Why do you wish to sacrifice an animal for a wedding? You must be confused, Atlantis. Animal sacrifice is for birthdays and graduations.”

Mardusk, CoS

“Silly us,” Rinker commented. “Who’s getting married?”

Rinker

Bordeaux, Yeoman/Diplomat

At that moment a new voice could be heard. “petaQ! away from pagh Suq ‘ej nen jatlh!” <Idiot! Get away from there and let the adults speak!> followed by a single, loud smacking sound followed by a groan. “Atlantis. This is Rear Admiral T’Kor Drakenol of the IKS Warship Gohl. I wish to speak to your Captain.”

Drakenol, Klingon CO


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