Posted Jan. 29, 2021, 8:34 a.m. by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O'Harra (Head of Mining Operations) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Hekla Hotel - Klingons. Yeah, About That… (Attn: Xavier, O’Harra, Karlson)
Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Hekla Hotel - Klingons. Yeah, About That… (Attn: Xavier, O’Harra, Karlson)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Hekla Hotel - Klingons. Yeah, About That… (Attn: Xavier, O’Harra, Karlson)
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For his part Xavier just grinned but ws happy to reach for the fried chicken he had ordered as well. He had no idea what he bit into but if a Klingon thought it was disgusting he must have made a few points with the man just trying it. He was still suspicious but he admitted he had nothing to base a real suspicion on. With that he decided he would have Longstreet keep an eye on it all but would not interfere.
“Mrs. O’Harra. Tell me your story? I am interested to know your background.” He asked. “And how you mixed yourself into this lot?”
Xavier had waved his hand toward Karlson and Urg. He felt it was somewhat questionable that Karlson was involved in this. His brother perhaps but not Karlson.
Xavier
Brianna almost choked on the drink she was taking. He wanted to know how they’d met. She took a moment to decide between glossing over the main story and just laying it all out. The naivety of Xavier and his apparent lack of knowledge of Urg made it to easy to decide on just giving the highlights.
“How did we meet? Wow, seems like ages ago,.” She gave a small laugh and glanced at Urg a moment before looking back at Xavier. The gleam of mischief and fire more than evident in her gaze. “I believe he splattered me in blood, gave me two bodyguards, then basically patted my head and sent me on my way.” She glanced back at Urg and grinned. “That sound about right, m’Lord?”
“I’m not your lord, but yeah… ‘bout sums it up.” Urg said as he shoveled meat into his mouth.
She laughed and glanced back at Xavier. Leaning over slightly, she lowered her voice, though everyone would likely hear. “You do know he’s a bit… how would you say?” She cocked her head slightly. “Eccentric…” Nodding once at the word as if silently agreeing that was the right choice, she lifted her goblet towards Urg. “And he has excellent taste in blood wine, of course.” Her eyes watched him to see his reaction to her description of their meeting.
The blood splatter had been from a head butt to a mechanic about to strike her. Urg had stepped in during a heated argument between her and the station master as she’d tried to get a shuttle one day. Urg’s arrival had stopped a coming fight and helped persuade those around her that giving her a shuttle was in their best interest. He’d even sent body guards with her to be sure nothing more happened to her. All and all, an intriguing introduction to an even more intriguing man.
Brianna
HoM
Fire BornJoseph smiled a little at her description “She’s not wrong about Urg’s taste in wine but eccentric is putting it kindly” He poured himself a glass of redwine “I don’t know if you remember the time I had to call out an assault team because a group of Klingon Brothers had started a fight in the Spaceport, your Intelligence Chief at the time did his best to stop them, a man truly worthy of his Starfleet uniform” he took a sip of his wine “That’s not standard protocol when dealing with rowdy Klingons but your reputation preceded you” He said to his Klingon friend.
Commissioner Karlson
Urg roared with laughter, sending bits of food spraying across the table. “By the Builder I forgot about that!!!” and another roar of laughter followed. “That Dock Master had the foolish idea he could tell my brothers and I what to do or else. Well… we chose or else !” and he slammed the table as he continued laughing.
After a moment, he slammed down and took a long drink from his tankard. “Good times… good times…” he said with a smile and took another bite. He set his eyes on the Lieutenant Governor and said around the mouthful “What your people here are trying to say without being rude is that I… my brothers, too… are crazy.” and he pointed at his head and made the universal sign for ‘nuts’ by circling his ear and whistling a high then low note. “Nuts. Insane. Unstable and prone to violence… at least according to the doctors on Q’oNos. But what do they know? They even said the Builder wasn’t real and House Duroc was fiction…” and he sat back and spread his arms wide and looked from side to side with an almost feral grin. He then locked eyes with the group and said in a low growl “… but look at us now.”
Urg, Tohn, Lord Duroc, Son of Kvaar’ton, Multi-year Psychiatric Patient
“We all have our insanities.” The Lt. Governor said. “As it is I am confident that this venture is on the legitimate side and in the best interest of SF.”
Xavier was either content to drink hard with the man or leave. Knowing that sometimes Klingons make their judgements on a man’s character if he can tough it out with them. He would get Longstreet to do a work up on those brothers. It was all good fun until someone lost an eye, arm or life.
Xavier
Urg simply nodded and took a long drink. He looked at Joseph and said “Tell me, brother… have you told the Cpatain here the story of how we met? I mean, after the docking bay? Our time at the museum…” and he smiled at Karlson. Few people knew what transpired there, but for Urg it was visible and irrefutable proof of the presence of the Builder.
Lord Duroc
Joseph inclined his head “I was barely involved, Detective Chief Inspector Pangolin was actually there. The way he described it to me they stared at a rock, the rock broke and became a hammer. The museum curator still speaks about this, treating it as some sort of otherworldly miracle. Now if I recall the docking bay was far more interesting, I’d gotten word from friends that a group of lunatic Klingons was headed to Oed, except word arrived too late and they had already arrived. By the time I’d gathered my forces, they’d already started scrappin’. We had a friendly chat and I gave them a ride to get them some accommodations where I could keep an eye on them.”
He took another slight sip from his wine “Of course I didn’t know that my brother would order them to remove their clothing in broad daylight so he could give them a bath” He rubbed the bridge of his nose “The public indecency fines that idiot had to pay” He looked up with a half-smile “Although in his defense, there was a smell stuck in my limo for weeks, no matter how much it was cleaned.”
Commissioner Karlson
Urg chuckled loudly and said “Your brother took a hose to us in the middle of the street… I think I still owe him for that.” and he winked at Karlson. “Although the view did endear a certain waitress to my brother K’Vorth.” and he laughed loudly and then stopped and looked suddenly at Joseph. “You know they are still together? Married! Grand ceremony and everything! And that little runt of a human girl leapt on the back of an assassin at the reception and beat him to death with a gravy boat! Funniest thing I have seen in years!” and he threw his head back in laughter. “Oh, you should have seen that dirty targ droppings face. It looked more surprised than anyone else! You could just see as the blows rained down, he was thinking ‘This is how I die? At the hands of a human girl with a piece of serving ware?’” and he laughed again.
Urg, Lord Duroc
Bri smiled and listened to the stories. “Seems to me every time you end up in the hanger, things get interesting.” She winked and laughed. “Perhaps I shall have to find more reasons to get you in that location more often. Though, perhaps without the Dock Master present.” She took another long gulp of her wine and absently went over tomorrow’s schedule in her head. Seemed a good night to drink and after realizing she had nothing pressing tomorrow, she finished the last quarter of her mug and poured herself a refill.
At the mention of the wedding and the bride’s antics, she smiled. “Seems he got himself a great match. She is a lucky woman.” Something in her mind made her wonder if a Klingon would be a better companion for her as well. Her fire wasn’t all in her hair and she often drove other men away because she was not some slip of a female that needed constant coddling or protecting. She took another sip of wine and reached for something more to eat before her mind wandered too far down that path. It didn’t matter, anyway. No one on the station was chasing her, out of interest or malice, so it was a moot point all together.
Brianna
(Trying to get drunk, but not drunk lol)
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