Posted Aug. 12, 2020, 5:22 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 Mining doesn’t happen with whispers… On the surface at the new catacombs
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Mining doesn’t happen with whispers… On the surface at the new catacombs
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The guard started opening boxes for Bree to examine. Some were basic supplies. But others were artifacts. Some she recognized as Romulan, Klingon, and various other races. Even some of those she didn’t recognize. “I’m thinking smugglers. I’m guessing the way these are cobbled together in these crates, they were picked up in no particular order.”
She turned back to the pair. “Anything there?”
Brianna
HoM
Fire BornK’letn looked up at Brianna and growled. “Unfortunately… yes there is. Its a Romulan. And look at this.” and she extended her hand towards Brianna.
She dropped an an object into Bree’s palm. It was a small device of some kind. Its function wasn’t evident at first glance, but it was very high quality… even covered in green ichor.
House Duroc
Bree frowned and rolled the device over in her hand. Using the cuff of her slacks, she wiped some of the green slime off. Now crouched down beside the Klingon, she shook her head. “What’s a Romulan doing here? And do you have any idea what this is? Because till just now, I was simply thinking smugglers. But this, and your faces,” she glanced at her companion, “make me think there’s more to this than mere smuggling.”
She didn’t like the idea of more than simple thievery going on in her caves.
Brianna
HoB
Fire BornK’letn looked at the Klingon and said something. The warrior slammed a fist against his chest and took off at a sprint out of the cave. K’letn looked at Brianna and said “Wait. And… don’t touch anything.” and she moved to the entrance to the cavern.
Thirty minutes passed in silence when lights could be seen coming down the passage, accompanied hy Klingon voices… and one in particular.
Urg appeared in the entrance and looked more than a little irritated. He looked at K’letn, exchanged a few words, and he grunted in conclusion. Looking at Brianna he said “Fire Born. Let me see that.”
When the device was placed in his hand, he rolled it over a few times, his fingers moving about in his palm. Finally, he spit on the ground and said “Tal Shiar.” and he looked at Brianna.
“So just what have you found here, Fire Born?”
Urg, House Duroc
By the time Urg had spit, Brianna had had enough. Crossing her arms as the Klingon Lord before her asked what she had, she shook her head. “I don’t know. But I suggest someone tell me right now what is going on. Because OBVIOUSLY you know more than me.” Anger and frustration rose in her voice as she moved towards Urg, her hands dropping to her sides and a stance that said she would slug him if she didn’t get answers soon. “So that means asking what I have is a useless query. Now what… is… going… on?” Her last words pointedly singularly pronounced for emphasis as she moved to stand almost toe to toe with the Klingon man. Her ‘Fire Born’ name was evident more now than ever as she glared at Urg with a look that said she wouldn’t look away, or budge, till she had some answers.
Brianna
HoM
Fire Born
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