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Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

Posted June 5, 2020, 10:54 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Captain Khain of House Kholl (Captain 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)

Posted by Civilian Char’kat Morden (First Officer of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)
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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.”

“That would be my First Officer, Lieutenant Morden,” Khain offered. “She’s efficient, ruthless and professional, and she can drink most of my crew under the table so be careful what you offer her. I can bring her in if you have an interest in meeting her, of course. She has an eye for detail that I have found useful more than once.”

“Morden. Not much of a name for a dame,” Nikki said. “You sure she’s not a man in disguise?” Nikki didn’t think much Khain’s crew if a dame could outdrink them. It was also not a good thing for a man to be more under the influence than a dame. “Depends on the details,” he continued but gave Khain a look that defined well that he never minded meeting a dame.

“I’m more than sure,” Khain answered, giving Brako a wink that had no real way of discerning what it meant or how he was more than sure.

“Good for you,” Nikki replied. A dame was a dame and he would figure that any captain would know, however the means was.

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

“Possibly colony use via the black market, but more likely being sold for scrap. It would be more profitable and untraceable when the wreckers have gone through the parts.” Khain thought for a moment, “I can look at our logs to see if any of the ships we examined were heading for any known scrap planets. It might be a start. What exactly is a Dark Doom Special?”

Captain Khain

“Scrap? But these are new. But you mean torn down.” he sighed and took up the glass as it was delivered. “I’m more used to shuttles being torn down, not a filter. Could be to get through the checks. Lots of places on the station to have a chop shop. Could be in the back room here for all we know.” As much as he knew he didn’t know anything about scrap planets that serviced things less than old cruisers and typically were located near battlegrounds from recent or not so recent wars. Lifting the glass, he said, “A dark malt beer mixed with a shot of Betazed black rum.” He snorted. “They must drink a lot of that before going to their weddings.”
- Nikki

Char’s voice came over Khain’s comm. =^=Sir, cargo bay secured. Standing by awaiting orders.=^= It was short and to the point. No point in getting all speechy with the Captain when it wasn’t needed. Char sat back in the Command Chair and glared at another Klingon she knew eyed that same seat. She’d have to inform Khain about it on his return.

Char’kat
Khain’s XO

=/\= Morden! =/\= Khain replied into his comm, =/\= Come and join Mr Brako and I for a drink, follow my locator and bring the cargo manifest of our reclaimed goods. Lets see if Mr Brako can make use of anything before we get rid of it. Oh, and come casual, drop the body armor. =/\=

Nikki thought that the body armor made the Klingon dames look like Valkyrie’s of old.

There was a slight pause and the woman’s voice came back over the comm. =^=Yes, Sir… on my way.=^=

Char
Khain’s XO

“Some of those parts can be used by other systems in a pinch,” Khain said turning back to Brako and nodding as the waitress dropped of his glass. He assumed it was a waitress anyway, it was hard to see under the hood and he didn’t make much effort to do so. “So in many ways they are more valuable as parts than whole items, but we will see if anything in our hold is useful to you.” Raising his glass he took a drink of his own, it was a simple lager, he had forgone the traditional Klingon drinks for something simple.

Captain Khain

“Are ye here long?” he asked, eyes taking in what was going on in the room. “And more’s the question, who else do ye do business with here?” He was still learning the levels of people present on this station. The Fleet types. The Civilians and Merchants. And the .. interesting folk.
- Nikki

Bump to stay alive … Gene

“I won’t be here long if I can help it,” Khain said with a grin. “The letter of Marque issued by the High Council requires immediate action, but I plan to use this Outpost as our staging area for Operations. I doubt Starfleet would take issue with redirecting the needed items we recover through here to their rightful homes, wherever that may be.”

“As to business, that is a burning question for the items we cannot re-home. Things neither Starfleet nor the KDF wants or has on their minds. I hear there may be a number of business opportunities here, I just need to find them.”

Captain Khain

Nikki’s brow rose at that and he looked thoughtfully at his bottle. “I think that we may be able to come to an agreement on ‘lost’ items through my family’s business.” His gaze looked back at Khain. “No point in complicatin matters with too many fingers in the pie, ye know.”
- Nikki


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