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Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

Posted Jan. 2, 2020, 9:57 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Civilian Captain Khain (Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

Posted by Lieutenant Duncan Rhodes (Chief Science Officer) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

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While Nikki could debate the source of Shakespeare, he could not deny that the Klingons did have a particular passion for the Bard’s works. Nikki knew Shakespeare and indeed had one of the best naps of his life while attending a play once. Moving forward to stand by Khain Nikki looked at the sleek vessel. “Are ye sure ye don’t favor parking that beast in infested dives like this to make her look all the sweeter?” That was a distinct poke at his own job, though the contrast was stark when looking at the lethal lines of the ‘Bird’. “Aye, she looks as lethal as me second wife but only half as good.” He put his foot up on a low railing and brushed dust off his shoe. “Not every day we get a lady like that come a knockin,” he said, nodding to the ship. “Apart from slummin it and lookin for contraband blood wine what brings ye te these parts, Capt’n Khain.”
- Nikki

OOC: Hey Gene, sorry for the wait for the reply. I’m back into things now.

IC: “What makes you think I am doing anything other than slumming it and looking for contraband bloodwine?” Khain smirked, and then laughed genuinely. “The Klingon High Council has a problem with rogue Klingon and Romulan raiders in this area. My specialty is fixing problems for the High Council and I happened to be in the area when your Officers got themselves into trouble. You are Allies, it was only fitting that I lend my aid.” Khain let that hang in the air for a fraction of a second longer than it needed to before changing the subject.

Nikki knew what Khain was saying; he too was in the estimation of his family, a fixer. Or was. He couldn’t do much while he was here and, perhaps, that was why he ended up here. He nodded in the pause, though thought that if he could come across any contraband bloodwine he would not hesitate to appropriate it.

“As for parking the Khazad’hea here, sometimes being in plain sight is the best form of stealth. I think a man like yourself is well aware of that Mr Brako. Sometimes business takes many forms, and my business is hunting pirates and protecting the trade lines to Qo’nos.” The big Klingon was open and friendly, he spoke to Brako like the man was an old friend and yet he didn’t seem the type to simply run his mouth and give away information unless he wanted it given. “As such, my assignment places me here, in this sector. The Outpost is going to be our home for a while, and I expect the battles to be glorious and one sided.”

Captain Khain of House Kholl

OOC: Self bump to remind myself I have a post to do … :) .. Gene

“One sided. That doesn’t sound glorious to me?” he remarked with a smile. “Efficient though.” He tipped his head in the direction of the promenade. “Drink?” His thoughts turned to how he might take advantage of this opportunity of a ship in the region that wasn’t filled with Feds. And, he, thought. He needed help that corresponded to muscle, and a Klingon was certainly usually willing to flex their muscles. “Tell me, how far do your travels take you?” he asked. “I may have a .. business proposition for you that wouldn’t interfere with yer pirate hunting.”
- Nikki

“Ahh, now Mr Brako, you have my full attention.” Khain grinned, and then turned for the Promenade. “Where abouts on this station is a good place to find a drink? Somewhere that the blood wine isn’t replicated would be best.” As he walked the big Klingon let the palm of his hand rest gently on the hilt of the dagger at his waist, as if it was simply a comfortable place to put it that was out of the way. It was an eminently casual gesture, but to anybody who knew the game, pointedly showed that however much he seemed at ease he wasn’t unaware.

“Place known as the Black Hole. Not as popular as the ‘big fancy joint’ here,” he said, tipping his thumb at the ‘been there brewed that’. “Not everyone is comfortable there. It’s too .. civilized.” Not that Nikki was concerned about that; having grown up on luxury cruise liners that was his bread and butter and he moved through places like the BTBT like a fish through water. But there was ever other sides to Nikki, ones that didn’t like the thought of cameras everywhere. That was one thing with the Feds. They liked cameras. The problem with them was that while they and other means collected information and ‘kept’ people safe, most didn’t realize how much danger they were in in that form of state. He clapped Khain on the shoulder. “What the Hole has is not watered and not replicated.”

“I have an open writ to hunt pirates and raiders throughout this sector, and beyond,” Khain revealed, and glanced at Brako. “Thus, my business takes me anywhere I need to be. Especially when I am trying to return the unfortunate stolen property from those raiders to its rightful owner. I can imagine you understand just how difficult a task that can be at times. I seldom am able to trace the origin,” Khain grinned again, “pirates do not often keep an accurate ledger of their cargo. Mores the pity.”

Captain Khain

“Unfortunate,” Nikki said. “Does any of the cargo that is regretfully unable to circle back to their owners pass through here by chance?” This was an evident fish. He was finding even this early that he was not entirely trusting the QM department on this station, and, frankly, he knew of bays that simply were unused here - or should be. “One wouldn’t want a glut of inventory.” They turned a corner and entered a lift that had seen better days with many scratches along the doors and panels. One of the ceiling panels was out revealing a bare light. Another thing for his list. Two others slipped in as the doors closed and chose other decks for their destination. His destination was two decks down. “What is your reinvestment plan?” He asked. His ship was all sparkly. That didn’t come cheap. He kept an eye on one of the two with them who kept glancing in their direction. Didn’t anyone get the class of a suit anymore?
- Brako


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