Posted Jan. 8, 2019, 10:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Ian Bordeaux (Yeoman/Diplomat) (Steven Sigle)
Posted by Captain Kelly Shultz (Commanding Officer) in Shuttle Bay - Party Bus Is Here
Posted by Civilian T’Kor Drakenol of House Noggra (Klingon) in Shuttle Bay - Party Bus Is Here
Posted by Lieutenant Gravel Mardusk (Chief of Security) in Shuttle Bay - Party Bus Is Here
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An hour after the conversation on the bridge, a DujHod-class shuttle launched from the Ghol. A harsh voice came through on comms. =/\= Atlantis, IKS Shuttle Ka’Tang en route. Request permission to dock to convey wedding party. Acknowledge. =/\= it said in a very demanding tone. Or maybe it was just the fact that it was a Klingon speaking.T’Kor’s Envoy
On the Bridge, Nash watched the shuttle on screen and reached over to his console to activate the return comm, with everybody else having left to get ready for the imminent arrival, he had stayed to monitor the Klingon warship and the surrounding area. =/\= Ka’Tang, this is the Atlantis. Permission granted =/\= He said simply, then shut off the comm line.
Lt Cmdr Nash, CTO
The shuttle followed the transmitted flight path and made it’s way into the shuttle bay of Atlantis. The comms on the bridge came on again and the same growling voice said =/\= Atlantis. Ka’Tang. We have arrived. We are preparing for disembarkation. Your delegation can meet the Admiral in five minutes. =/\=
T’Kor’s Envoy
As the transport touched down on the deck of the shuttle bay, the doors to the bay opened and the bulk of the Security Chief came in through the door, but he was not dressed in a Star Fleet regulation uniform. Instead, the giant Orion was dressed in Klingon armor over which draped a robe emblazoned with multiple Klingon symbols surrounding a House Seal. The heavy boots of the formal Klingon attire thudded onto the metal deck and the sound echoed across the bay. His hairless green head had a sheen of being freshly cleaned and oiled. On either side of Mardusk stood a member of the Security Team in their dress uniforms. The Security Chief looked around to see if anyone else had arrived yet.
Mardusk, CoS
Frank stood next to Mardusk in preparation for the wedding. Frank in his traditional clan uniform of a wolf cloak and leather straps holding it in place snapped his heels in front of their presence to attention in a way to let the security crew to stand in attention.
Gallagher
Mardusk nodded at Gallagher and without looking at his partner said “Everything in order, Frank?”, knowing that it would be. Gallagher was solid, and Mardusk knew that he would have things well in hand for the upcoming ‘festivities’.
Mardusk, CoS
Frank nodded without looking as well “Guards are at key locations Sir and on standby. Shall we scan the guests coming in to prevent any nefarious activity from happening? I’d hate to see a Klingon get a hold of a troublemaker”
Gallagher
Mardusk chuckled. “They are gonna have weapons galore, Frank. Gifts, prizes, favors… you name it, and the Klingons have a weapon made for the occasion. Let’s just assume that everyone on that shuttle is packing, and leave it at that.”
Mardusk, CoS
The sound of soft clicking appared in the shuttle bay as Kelly approached the group. “Is there the possibility of a pinata involvement,” Kelly said moving up beside Mardusk. “What you just described sounds like the annual church potluck. We always had pinatas there. Made life interesting and gave a reason for finally being able to knock those obnoxious hats off the old biddy’s that glared at you for talking when you were a teen.” Kelly’s tone was humorous but she did wear a more formal expression. It was hard not to when you were in dress uniform.
Captain Kelly Shultz
OOC: I’ve started a thread in the Lounge for when everyone is ready to reach the party. :) ~Linds
Mardusk looked down at the Captain and a slight smile played across his features. “Well, that’ll certainly get the Admiral’s attention, Captain. Maybe not in the way you expect, though.” and he looked at the shuttle as the sound of the cabin depressurizing indicated the doors were about to open. “He does like dresses on women.” he said and began walking towards the side of the shuttle where the door was, his massive boots clanging on the deck and the dress robes flowing out behind him as he walked.
Mardusk, CoS
The doors to the shuttle slid open to reveal a dark interior lit by red lights. As the doors locked in place, two figures emerged and stepped to each side of the hatch. Fists slammed on their chests, and a much taller figure, bent low to account for the shuttle’s ceiling stepped forward, standing up to a height slightly taller than Mardusk.
The figure was an older Klingon. Dressed in robes almost identical to Mardusk, he carried with him an air of confidence and charisma that was unmistakable. A long, jagged scar went from the upper right side of his head all the way down to his lower left jaw, barely missing his eye. A large House symbol pendant on a thick chain hung around his neck. A pair of disruptor pistols were holstered on each hip, with a D’k tahg near each one. Looking out across the bay, his eyes fell first on Mardusk and he let out a tremendous laugh. “MY BROTHER!!!” and he took three steps and covered the intervening space with a quickness that seemed almost unnatural for a being his size. Wrapping his arms around Mardusk, he gave him an emotional embrace, lifting the giant Orion off the ground. Setting him back down, Mardusk smiled broadly and said “qaleghqa’mo’ jIQuch” (I’m glad because I see you again). The tall Klingon smiled broadly and grasped Mardusk’s face with both hands and put their foreheads together. “qaleghqa’neS, puqloDwI’” (I am honored to see you again, my son.). He then looked up and, spying Shultz and Gallagher (and paying very close attention to the Captain) said in Federation Standard, “And who might these be? Ah, Captain Kelly Shultz. Formerly of the Broadsword and Harrier.” and he moved in front of her, looking down at her with a respectful demeanor but an undeniable twinkle in his eye.
“Last time I checked,” Kelly said confidently but with a hint of playful sarcasm in her voice. My God does Mardusk have any friend or family comes shorter than a giraffe or thinner than a California redwood, she thought as she extended her hand. Kelly has heard the old adage that they grew them big on the farm. In Mardusk’s case the saying needed to be they grow them supersized off world.
“A true honor to meet one of Star Fleet’s finest officers. I trust my wayward walking-blockade hasn’t caused you too much trouble? If so, you can always transfer him to me.” he said with a chuckle and extended his arm towards her.
“Thank you but you obviously have not gotten Admiral Perkins opinion of me,” she extended her arm towards him. She knew basic male culture across any civilization required a stronger grip than the other person’s in situations such as these; however, anything less than a normal one would have been laughable for her. Kelly could never take out that man or pretty much any man mono e mono. She was five foot four inches and one hundred and thirty pounds. Ian was in no way a huge as these guys and he could still take Kelly out while suffering the flu if he really wanted to. So Kelly just embraced his arm with a respectful strength.
“And his transfer is off the table. At least until the wedding is over. I plan to hold him responsible if this goes downhill,” she joked but wore and expression as if she believed every word. “If we surive the wedding....he isn’t so bad to have around and one damn mean right hook so I think he is a keeper.”
Captain Kelly Shultz
After meeting Captain Shultz, Mardusk said “Admiral. This is Ensign Gallagher, Security Team Leader.” and the Admiral looked at Frank. “You have a fine presence, Ensign. Warrior at heart. I can tell.” and extended his arm to Frank.
Admiral Drakenol
Ian came up behind Shultz, he had been prepping for this event ahead of time to assist the diplomacy for Kelly. Looking around Ian caught up with them as he heard Mardusk speak. He kept silent for now but leaned over and looked at Kelly. He smirked as he looked at his PaDD and sent her a message. So, you ready for our second wedding? It it going to be more traditional than ours.
Bordeaux, Yeoman/Diplomat
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