Posted by Civilian Char’kat Morden (First Officer of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea) 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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“Good business people stick to a few very important ones,” Khain grinned, and let his eyes moved over the corridor they were walking down. “It seems like the Outpost is having some supply issues in this region. I’m not sure I have been on a Federation post with as few staff and as much work needing to be done. Is there anything in particular the Federation might be in need of that might be sourced locally?”

Captain Khain

just a bump to keep it afloat :)

Nikki turned a bend and their destination lay ahead. The entry was one of the classic outpost bulkheads - the rounded cog style. In this case it was a yawning black holo that was impervious to seeing through. One had to walk through it to see what lay beyond. The way that it had dark holo-tendrils beyond the bulkhead was artistic and helped the ambience. If a yawning black nothing door was ambience.

“Well now, isn’t that foreboding.” Khain laughed as he came to a stop in front of it. “You don’t know if you are walking into a bar or spacing yourself, classy.”

“What I’d like to know is whether any Fleet ‘supplies’ happened to wind up in your holds from the ships that you have .. come across.” His tone hinted that he did suspect that. “Never know what garage sales come up with … surplus equipment.”
Nikki

“Not yet,” Khain assured the man, “so far the raiders we have encountered and re-requisitioned the goods from have been hitting local traders, no Federation vessels.” He paused and looked at Brako, the eyebrow above his eye patch rising slightly. “Are you telling me that you are missing goods? Had ships that haven’t turned up?” He clucked his tongue slightly, “Maybe I could redirect my attention elsewhere, see if I can find out where those supplies went. On my Honour as a Klingon, I swear Federation Goods would be returned. We are Allies, after all yes.”

Captain Khain of the I.K.S. Khazad’Hea

Char’kat Morden was the XO aboard the looming Klingon ship the man had been so admiring of. She had stayed aboard when the Captain left, so she could oversee a couple repairs and upgrades they were seeing to while in a save harbor, so to speak. The parts had been safely acquired and brought aboard and repairs were underway. Having a time frame now, she tapped the console on the Captain’s chair to reach her superior. =^=Captain,=^= her voice came across just before the pair were about to enter the gaping black hole that seemed like a waiting creature’s maw. =^=Repairs underway. Expected finish time in 5.3 hours.=^= The report was simple, clear and concise.

Char’kat “Char” Morden
XO of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

=/\= Acknowledged Lieutenant =/\= Khain replied, into the communicator that was attached to the collar of his uniform. =/\= I’m sure that time frame can be reduced, inform me when complete. While you are there, make sure the cargo hold is secure. I may have reason to offload some recovered goods at the station. =/\=

Captain Khain of the Khazad’hea

Char’s voice snapped back with immediate obedience, =^=Yes, Captain. I will see to it. And I’ll inform you as soon as a sooner time can be acquired.=^= She let go of the comms and started shouting orders to see it was done.

Char
XO of the Khazad’hae

Nikki was quietly assessing what Khain had said. He was disappointed and stalked through the door into the ‘facility’ proper. As bars went rarely was there any real differentiation between them. Unique was rarely something a bar recognized. It was on three levels and not taking up a large footprint on the station. An eye catching black circular bar backlit in blue gave just enough illumination around it to show tall seats at it and other tables orbiting it. Downstairs through a transparent floor was the source of strobe lighting that echoed up to this level that pulsed with the music that accompanied it. Shapes of dancers could be seen. Upstairs was an open circular promenade with tables about it, perhaps a private area. The place was about a third full of patrons.

“More like inventory that was said to be used that was not and is no longer in stock.” He made for the bar. “It is going somewhere.”
Nikki

Stopping just inside the bar, Khain surveyed the room with an appreciative eye. “Nice looking place this,” he said then winced at the floor. “Except for the lighting, a little tacky that, isn’t it?” Smiling, Khain walked forward to approach the bar. “Do you believe it is leaving the station somehow? Are we talking colony type supplies, systems for managing machinery that might do well supporting settlements in the void of the old Romulan Empire?”

Captain Khain

“Who’s the dame?” Nikki asked, referring to who was on the comms. “She sounds like she needs a drink.”

When the bartender came around, a figure dressed in what looked to be a monk’s habit and cowl, albeit black, Nikki said, “Dark Doom Special.” Then turned back to Khain. “Basic things,” he continued. “I mean filters, power boosters and LCARS tops, replicator coils, door activation sensors. Nothing big.” Shrugging his eyes followed a short skirted waitress. “Unless they’re buried down in the depths here they’ve left the station. Inventory marks them as having left the QM and installed. But they’re not. They’re the old ones of all the ones I’ve checked. A colony might have use for them. Rommies? I can’t see’em fitting their units easily.”

Brako