Posted Jan. 2, 2019, 4:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) (David Shotton)
Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Lounge- A Klingon Wedding
Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Lounge- A Klingon Wedding
Posted by Commander Relann Fell-Drayke (Executive Officer) in Lounge- A Klingon Wedding
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“Move those tables a couple metres to the right. No, a bit farther… yes, that looks better.” Relann surveyed the Lounge and nodded uncertainly. It would have to do. It wasn’t like they had any experience hosting Klingon weddings or even much time to prepare. But with a few tips from Mardusk and some ingenuity by the crew helping her with the prep, the Lounge was looking somewhat fit for a wedding befitting their impending guests. Extra security measures were in place which made her feel slightly more at ease as she stood there in her dress uniform grateful it was Kelly who was greeting their guests at the moment.Fell-Drayke, XO
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“This is the party?” Rinker looked around. “I hope everything is unbreakable, where is the barrel of blood wine, I’d put one right by the door… they are going to want that first anyways…”
Rinker
The door to the lounge opened and in limped Ryley carrying his cane hooked over his arm and holding onto what seemed to be a set of Klingon drums. He appeared rather burdened and wobbled a bit before setting the instruments down with a huff of air from the effort. He stepped back and glanced at the placement then proved them over slightly further with his cane and glanced back at both Rinker and Fell rubbing his beard.
“With fire and steel did the gods forge the Klingon heart. So firecely did it beat, so loud was the sound, that the gods cried out…where the heck are our bloody drums.” He readjusted his shirt and made his way to them. “I assumed you’d be in need of these.”
Ryley
MD
Following the others in shortly afterwards, Nash looked around the room at the decorations and simply nodded at the others in attendance before moving over to one of the tables for a closer look. He was wearing dress uniform himself, although the tunic was open loosely at the collar and his sleeves had been folded back. A bulge in one pocket betrayed his flip lighter, while the stub of his short cigar protruded, unlit from the corner of his mouth.
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
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