S1E1~ All Roads Lead Home

[Kyan Mackenzie]

"Nice enough for being in the middle of nowhere, all things considered. I keep trying to keep it all nice and calm, but that's been sporadic at best.  You should see all the people I've sent to New Zealand for trial. " she raised an eyebrow. "So, you're chatting with Cloten on getting a ship, huh?  Why him of all people?"

When the Trill ensign came over to collect the Nausicaan on his knees in front of him, Kyan flipped his karambit from the extended grip back into a forward grip. After wiping the blade on the would be kidnapper's jacket put it back into the claw shaped sheath at the back of his belt.

"SoH! ghu'vam yIQoy." (You! Take this one!) The Sumo Klingon sitting on the other Nausicaan spoke up, looking over at Desrch. Then he shrugged, repositioning himself to allow more of his considerable bulk to be supported by the man's chest. "'e' Dachaw'chugh, vaj tlhIHvaD cholIj." (Or I could kill him if you prefer.). The Nausicaan groaned and said something unintelligible.

Coming up on your right. JB told Kinley as he came up on her right. He took a spot where if they had a snap second to arrest and cuff the Pearson, JB could quickly grab them.

Kyan grinned. "Better hurry." he offered to Dersch in passing. "Sure an I dinna ken if his lungs can hold out much longer wif dat much Klingon ridin on em so..."

Since he wasn't much of a fighter, Max had stayed out of the fray. But he came over when the Nausicaan put the blanket down and had opened it up. Inside was a little Klingon girl who couldn't have been more than four years old. She was unconscious, but otherwise uninjured.

"Well." the Crimson haired Onlie spoke as he walked over to Kinley. "Since them jobby arsed Vulcans got it ta where Onlies could nae be in Starfleet any more, we figured we'd just get our own ship so we did. An I ken Cloten knows who's good ta buy from an who's not."

[Keeli Reex]

{Keeli's Shuttle| Somewhere in Deep Space}

The two up front are dead. You have a broken foot, and 3 three cracked ribs, but you'll live...Your friend on the other had needs a sickbay or station medical facility. Thankfully the Shuttle has stasis pods, till we can get him the attention he needs. Also, thankfully I am headed to Sol, so he'll get the best medical attention in the entire federation. But you either come now or stay. Either way the choice is yours. Your wounds I can treat on the way. So, what'll it be? Come with me or die here. Clocks ticking.

"No shit they're dead. We took a hit from those green assholes-the lizard people," she said, struggling to stand up. "Yeah, I'll go. I can't carry Raf, though," she said. "Damn it, this wasn't supposed to go like this," she said. "Sol? Isn't that a bit...far?!" She asked. "Where are we, anyway?" She hobbled along. "Let's GOOO," she said. She wanted to get off this shuttle. From Sol, she could contact Mike, get stuff figured out. "Does your ambulance have a sonic shower, per chance?" She needed one. She hadn't bathed in nearly a week. Ew. 

[Zhukdrashar Mrekrerhas]

[Lieutenant Commander Zhukdra'shar Mrekrerhas | Personal Quarters | Officer's Quarters | Deck 3 | NCC-40117-A]
A few hours ago...

Zhukdra'shar Mrekrerhas sighed as he washed away the last remainders of soap and suds that still clung to his body. He glanced at his arm, before turning off the shower. The marvels of modern medical science kept awing him, and he praised the staff for the excellent work they had done on him. Even with a compound fracture, that had pierced muscle, it had been a matter of only a couple of hours for them to properly settle his bone, and restore it to normal functionality. Heck, he had gazed at the screen, and no evidence of a fissure could be observed. It made him quite happy indeed, more so because he had been able to spend some time with Chloe.

There have been a few... distractions, recently. Perhaps it would be best just to be forward with her and invite her on a date.

He activated a button, which sent a gust of air into the shower area, effectively drying both himself and the compartment, without the need for a towel. It made things much more easier, he found, even if he ended up with his fur all puffed out. He glanced himself at the mirror in such a state, letting out a chuckle as he now found these instances humorous.

He grabbed one of his many combs and prepared for the time-consuming - if rewarding, task of brushing his hair. The luxurious coat had to be maintained, after all, and after his ordeals in that horrid, desert planet, he deserved a little treat. He started, though it wasn't long before the computer spoke up, interrupting his moment of relaxation,

"Lieutenant Commander. You have a priority message from Admiral Voronkov."

"Eh? Ah... I shalt view it after I have concluded my grooming."

"He is currently waiting for you to pick up the call. It is urgent."

Zhuk huffed indignantly, as he was forced to quickly give himself a few brushes, to look presentable, before swiftly getting clothed. Five minutes later, he was at the screen, where an older, severe gentleman, possessing sharp features and raven black hair that was beginning to gray, clad in his Admiral Starfleet Uniform, found him,

"Greetings, Lieutenant Commander Mrekrerhas. My apologies if am being inopportune, but there is an important matter that I must discuss with you," His voice was deep, and carried a certain aura of authority that made the Caitian leave his annoyance aside, "concerning your Commander, Kyan Mackenzie. Perhaps, you have noticed that he was not present after your latest mission, and instead, Commander Malik Grippen took over."

Zhuk nodded, "Indeed, I took note of that. I assumed that it had been a temporary happenstance. Is it not?"

"I am afraid not. The Federation Council has decreed that the Mirians are a protected species, and thus, have been barred from participating in active duty within Federation space. Thus, Mackenzie can no longer lead an exploration vessel such as the USS Challenger."

Zhukdra'shar couldn't help but frown at that. It seemed ridiculous, but then again, perhaps the Onlies were indeed in danger of going extinct. His face went back to its usual seriousness, "Unfortunate indeed. But - and I wish to be as respectful as I may about this matter - I fail to see why such a matter concerns me."

The Admiral let out a thoughtful hum, before continuing, "Of course. Allow me to elucidate - Starfleet Intelligence has gathered that the two of you have found a certain... kinship with each other. During Mackenzie's colorful... career, we have received many reports of his hot-headedness and unruly attitude, especially towards his superiors. However, you have not expressed such grievances about him, and indeed, speak about him in a mostly positive light."

Zhuk offered a nod of confirmation. That was correct. Perhaps he would be much, much more scathing in his next report, however, considering the embarrassment that the Onlie had made him go through.

"Now, Mackenzie, as I said, has proved to be a rogue element constantly, and we believe that after his dismissal from the Fleet, this will not change. Now..." He clasped his hands together, "As you are close to Mackenzie, we have a special assignment for you to take. While we believe that your service thus far in the USS Challenger has been exemplary and worthy of note, we require an eye to be kept on Kyan Mackenzie for a while. And we believe that you might be the right man for the job."

Zhuk's ears rose and his chin lifted up slightly. Was he being ordered to abandon his illustrious career to babysit Kyan?! This was spitting on his face!

"Before I hear your final answer, allow me to clarify," The Admiral said, raising a hand as he seemingly figured out what the Caitian's next reaction would be, "While you shall rescind from the Fleet, this will be a temporary leave. For the next year, or two, at a maximum, while we find an agent to keep a watch in Kyan, you will report to Starfleet Intelligence all the movements and the location of Mackenzie in a tri-weekly manner. Also, will aid us in keeping him safe... and from breaking Federation law. Be reassured that you will not lose your current rank at Starfleet, which will be reinstated upon your return. We will also strive to return you to the USS Challenger, if that is you prefer, or even..."

He let the possibility hang on the air, making Zhuk certainly quite curious about the next string of words uttered, "...consider you for a position as Captain of your own ship. Do this favor for us, Mister Mrekrerhas, and you will be serving the Federation just as well as you have thus far. We will make sure to reward you too, for your trouble."

He shifted in his seat slightly, offering a serene expression at Zhukdra'shar, "What do you say?"

Zhuk's mind raced for a moment, as while he had been overwhelmed by his duty as Chief of Security, the thought of becoming a Captain rubbed on his ego just right. The reassurance from Command that he would not lose but a couple of years at maximum from his career also were just what he needed to offer a concise nod at the Admiral,

"I accept, Admiral Voronkov. Allow me to inform Captain Galloway of this decision and-"

The Admiral shook his head once, "Oh, no need. I will debrief him shortly. Instead, I recommend that you pack your items and say your goodbyes. In a few hours, the Defiant-class USS Obstinate shall meet with the USS Challenger, and take you to the last known location of Kyan Mackenzie."

Zhukdra'shar felt his heart being constricted by the fact that he would have to say goodbye to the crew he had been working with for a while now. Perhaps, he had been too impulsive in his decision. Regret tugged at him, and tears were held back by sheer force of will, not wanting to break down in front of the Admiral,

"A-Ah... ah..." Zhuk cleared his throat before continuing, "Of c-course, sir. I will proceed shortly..."

"Excellent. One last thing, Mister Mrekrerhas. While this mission isn't particularly classified, I will nonetheless appreciate a certain discretion on the matter. Strive to find pretenses to your friends and fellow crewmembers concerning your departure. Also, do not inform Mackenzie of your mission, or our talk. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, glad we are clear. Until we meet again, Mister Mrekrerhas. Farewell."

The screen went back to its default, which finally allowed Zhuk to cry bitterly. He will miss his friends. His family. His duty in the USS Challenger.

There was no backing off now, though...

[Jalen Kartos]

{Keeli's Shuttle| Somewhere in Deep Space}

"No shit they're dead. We took a hit from those green assholes-the lizard people," she said, struggling to stand up. "Yeah, I'll go. I can't carry Raf, though," she said. "Damn it, this wasn't supposed to go like this," she said. "Sol? Isn't that a bit...far?!" She asked. "Where are we, anyway?" She hobbled along. "Let's GOOO," she said. She wanted to get off this shuttle. From Sol, she could contact Mike, get stuff figured out. "Does your ambulance have a sonic shower, per chance?" She needed one. She hadn't bathed in nearly a week. Ew.

Keeli's Shuttle | later Ambulance Shuttle | Somewhere in Deep Space

Jalen raised an eyebrow at the vulgarity of the woman before him. He hadn't thought the situation, or the information, warranted this level of response. He went and knelt beside the fourth casualty in the shuttle and stabilized them for transport while the woman continued to rant and rave.

"Sol may be far away, but it is my destination, and I am not turning back." Jalen said absently, the woman seemed to be becoming impatient with being around here, even though by his count he had been on the shuttle less than five minutes so far. Once his patient was stabilized he stood up and turned back to the raving woman, she asked about a sonic shower, thankfully the ambulance was equipped with an ablution shower, though it was usually only used to Scrub up before using the emergency surgical suite.

"Yes it does, though it has far less amenities then you are used to." Without waiting for a response Jalen tapped his combadge.

"Jalen to Ambulance 1, three to beam up, one marked for stasis pod alpha."

The computer wasted no time as it beamed the three beings over to the shuttle. The three would materialize in the rear medical ward. Jalen went over to Stasis Pod Alpha and double checked the settings, while absently waving towards a door near the rear of the shuttle.

"That is the Ablution Shower, feel free to use it. The replicators are unlocked as well, but all medical equipment is secured, so please don't try and access them. I'll deal with your wounds once we are finished, and we are at warp again." Jalen finished setting the stasis pod, and then drifted absently to the cockpit, and brought the Shuttle back to warp. Ignoring the pulsing indicator about incoming comms from the station.

[J.B Dersch]

When the Trill ensign came over to collect the Nausicaan on his knees in front of him, Kyan flipped his karambit from the extended grip back into a forward grip. After wiping the blade on the would be kidnapper's jacket put it back into the claw shaped sheath at the back of his belt.

"SoH! ghu'vam yIQoy." (You! Take this one!) The Sumo Klingon sitting on the other Nausicaan spoke up, looking over at Desrch. Then he shrugged, repositioning himself to allow more of his considerable bulk to be supported by the man's chest. "'e' Dachaw'chugh, vaj tlhIHvaD cholIj." (Or I could kill him if you prefer.). The Nausicaan groaned and said something unintelligible.

Kyan grinned. "Better hurry." he offered to Dersch in passing. "Sure an I dinna ken if his lungs can hold out much longer wif dat much Klingon ridin on em so..."

Since he wasn't much of a fighter, Max had stayed out of the fray. But he came over when the Nausicaan put the blanket down and had opened it up. Inside was a little Klingon girl who couldn't have been more than four years old. She was unconscious, but otherwise uninjured.

"Well." the Crimson haired Onlie spoke as he walked over to Kinley. "Since them jobby arsed Vulcans got it ta where Onlies could nae be in Starfleet any more, we figured we'd just get our own ship so we did. An I ken Cloten knows who's good ta buy from an who's not."

[Lt. JB Dersch | Secuirty/Tactical | Outpost Solaere]
Dersch had enough. Time to go Aune on him.

JB holstered his pistol and grabbed the Klingon by the front of his uniform and "lightly" threw him up against the wall and spreader his legs eagle like out.

"Your Under Arrest, By the way, you ever say Or I could kill him if you prefer, wa'leS bIcheghchugh, vaj qogh DaSovchugh" JB ended with Klingon.

Those new classes are paying off.

OCC:What Dersch say?.....I will make sure to cut your insides out with your own knife

[Kinley Garrison]

When the Trill ensign came over to collect the Nausicaan on his knees in front of him, Kyan flipped his karambit from the extended grip back into a forward grip. After wiping the blade on the would be kidnapper's jacket put it back into the claw shaped sheath at the back of his belt.

"SoH! ghu'vam yIQoy." (You! Take this one!) The Sumo Klingon sitting on the other Nausicaan spoke up, looking over at Desrch. Then he shrugged, repositioning himself to allow more of his considerable bulk to be supported by the man's chest. "'e' Dachaw'chugh, vaj tlhIHvaD cholIj." (Or I could kill him if you prefer.). The Nausicaan groaned and said something unintelligible.

Kyan grinned. "Better hurry." he offered to Dersch in passing. "Sure an I dinna ken if his lungs can hold out much longer wif dat much Klingon ridin on em so..."

Since he wasn't much of a fighter, Max had stayed out of the fray. But he came over when the Nausicaan put the blanket down and had opened it up. Inside was a little Klingon girl who couldn't have been more than four years old. She was unconscious, but otherwise uninjured.

"Well." the Crimson haired Onlie spoke as he walked over to Kinley. "Since them jobby arsed Vulcans got it ta where Onlies could nae be in Starfleet any more, we figured we'd just get our own ship so we did. An I ken Cloten knows who's good ta buy from an who's not."

[Promenade]

'That's ridiculous!" exclaimed Kinley. She certainly hadn't heard of that particular news considering the Onlies, though to be fair, being out on the border in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't like she always got the news out here.  Sure, it was supposed to be this sort of honor to be trusted enough to be placed on the border, but one downside was that she sometimes was the last one to hear about these sorts of things.

As Dersch came along the Security team to finish up the job, she gave him a grin as he finished up the business of taking people into custody. "I'd focus on the Naussican. He might be the toughest to deal with."

"I'd be careful as to the recommendations Cloten gives and look over what they sell carefully, if I were you. He's been a lot better at things since Nira and I made him go legit, all things considered, but I'd only trust him as far as I can throw him. Just a word of warning. "

[Azsayak]

Aoi's appearance had changed while she waited for landing permission. And If the response she received for permission to land was any herald of things to come. It was the herald of such tedious woe and the suppression of Aoi's own fury. A fury felt in long forgotten days, the fury of those waiting at the DMV or a debriefing. Or even worse a workshop meeting.  Several times Aoi has barely been able to restrain herself from doing her best impersonation of Hancock in prison. That was to say Aoi had come dangerously close to wanting to see if she could stick the large head of one of the more loathsome and tedious of the federation drones into the orifice of her fellow federation lackey.

But the tal-shiar training had he playing the polite lass with a winning smile and icy blue eyes.  She so very much wanted to make several of them sing and sing for her.  She managed to get into the hallway and throw a brief look of daggers at the hellish room.  She also surpressed her urge to committ acts of sabotage to a certasin door. No She would get to vent her fury later. She stroded down the hallway with steeled look in her icy blue eyes. A sensual cat like sway in her step. A colder and more aloft aura then her pale blue eyes. Her hands in her pockets.

She made her way to one of the public display screens that had the stations decks laid out. With a casual dismissive flick of her gloved hand. She took a mental note of each level and what was on it.  While she had a urge to go to deck 7 and relieve the armory of somne weapons. It would likely trigger a response. Deck 16 one could wonder what a explosion could do in there. That would be plan E for Explosion and everyone on onboard gets to feel her wraith all 700 souls. Deck 17 she could disable the dampeners and while she could magnetize her feet to the floor below. A memory of something similar happening on board a Klingon ship. Floating enemies were easier to dispatch.

Deck 14 and 15 had access to the computer core. Now there was an idea, she could interface with the core computer directly there. No That wouldn't work despite how dull the federation was. She was fairly certain that plan was doomed to fail. No What was that old earth saying Loose lips sank ships. Yes, that was perfect place to start decks 9-12 the Promenade. Loose lips would spill the truth of This max character she was having memory flashes of. She could ply those careless lips alot easier than a computer.  Standing back upright with her hands at her hips. She flashes a devilish grin for a second.  Despite her choice of clothing, she would not be confined to wearing such rags these dullard federation types were wearing. Where was the fun in dressing so boring. It was clear the federations fashion sense had stagnated.
Now she went to the nearest lift and took it to the Promenade levels. Soon she would have her information. And her inbuilt sensor suite couldn't help but pick up the faint station transmission. Something about a knife, and onlie and Klingon. Well perhaps not all on board this oversized clover of a station, were not so boring. Aoi grinned a little hoping who ever had the knife had some fun.

Aoi's Time on the Promenade levels had found her at the jackal. A seedy bar a hive of scum and well more of the boring federation personal. Ordering herself a drink for appearance only from the bar keep. She took a empty seat where she could hear most of the conversations about what was going on. Her own inter-dialogue would aid quips to the conservations she overheard. "NO your uniform doesnt make you look fat you already are." " I would trust you with a spoon after hearing you whine. of course, Another mommy's boy who joined starfleet to make his mother proud but will not stop prattling on about his mother. Wow take a hint she clearly is into you, if only you could stop talking and play it cool.

Having spent about a hour in the jackal learning who was dating who. Who didnt like their boss or coworker. She eventually began to hear rumors about some onlie stabbing someone. Wait now there were two of them and one had stopped a big brute trying to kindap someone. This started to pique her interest, Kyan was the name of the onlie who stabbed the brute.  Shear heard of his exit from Starfleet and how he was prone to such rebellious acts. Something about a pointy eared bastard forcing the onlie out of federation service because of some sanctimonious smug vulcan.  Despite several of the jackals current visitors approaching her. A quick glance at her icy blue eyes was enough to discourage them from approaching and sent them scurrying away.  Almost like they had just stood before the eye of Sauron during a bathroom break. And for the trouble received a glare of death that would wipe out their entire family tree.

And then she heard the name of another onlie tagging along with this Kyan individual, max was the name. Aoi almost dropped her glass and spun around on the chatty human brunette spilling the beans.

[J.B Dersch]

[Promenade]

'That's ridiculous!" exclaimed Kinley. She certainly hadn't heard of that particular news considering the Onlies, though to be fair, being out on the border in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't like she always got the news out here.  Sure, it was supposed to be this sort of honor to be trusted enough to be placed on the border, but one downside was that she sometimes was the last one to hear about these sorts of things.

As Dersch came along the Security team to finish up the job, she gave him a grin as he finished up the business of taking people into custody. "I'd focus on the Naussican. He might be the toughest to deal with."

"I'd be careful as to the recommendations Cloten gives and look over what they sell carefully, if I were you. He's been a lot better at things since Nira and I made him go legit, all things considered, but I'd only trust him as far as I can throw him. Just a word of warning. "

[Lt. JB Dersch | Sec/Tac | Outpost Solae

Dersch nodded at Garrison. "Understood Commander" JB then turned to Kyan.

"There any others we should be aware of" JB stayed alert as he asked this.

[Kyan Mackenzie]

"I'd be careful as to the recommendations Cloten gives and look over what they sell carefully, if I were you. He's been a lot better at things since Nira and I made him go legit, all things considered, but I'd only trust him as far as I can throw him. Just a word of warning. "

Kyan grinned up at his old shipmate. Everyone says that about Cloten. Kyan reckoned the Antican had earned that reputation honestly, which would be one of the few times he'd come by anything that way in his life. But Deej Cloten knew what would happen if he betrayed Kyan too. Having had several opportunities to do so, he'd always kept his word in their dealings, as had Kyan. So they had what the grups called...a rapport..

"I ain'y buying one from him so I ain't, but from someone else." Kyan offered. "And plus... he's not after trying ta cheat me da now. Sure an he knows what'd happen if he did."

"There any others we should be aware of" JB stayed alert as he asked this.

Hearing the Security guy, a youngish Human by his look, Kyan turned to see him with the fat Klingon against the bulkhead. The other Nausicaan was still sprawled out on the deck behind him, his ribs preventing him from getting up. Kyan was about to lay into him for grabbing the wrong guy but Max beat him to it.

"Hey! Barney Fife! He's not the bad guy. The guy he was sitting on was trying to take his daughter. See?" The black haired Onlie yelled up from his position on the floor. moved so Dersch could see the little Klingon girl still asleep from whatever the Nausicaans gave her. "They beat him up and took her away. Get offa him an take the real criminals!"

That was.... a shocker. Kyan's eyes widened at his friend's dressing down the grup officer. Either he'd rubbed off on the kid or Starfleet Academy had done him some good. Max was usually respectful to the grups whether they deserved it or not. It was Kyan's least favorite quality in him. The crimson haired Onlie had to laugh at the Barney fife jape too. Surely no Security guy wanted to be called that, if he even got the reference.

[J.B Dersch]

Kyan grinned up at his old shipmate. Everyone says that about Cloten. Kyan reckoned the Antican had earned that reputation honestly, which would be one of the few times he'd come by anything that way in his life. But Deej Cloten knew what would happen if he betrayed Kyan too. Having had several opportunities to do so, he'd always kept his word in their dealings, as had Kyan. So they had what the grups called...a rapport..

"I ain'y buying one from him so I ain't, but from someone else." Kyan offered. "And plus... he's not after trying ta cheat me da now. Sure an he knows what'd happen if he did."

Hearing the Security guy, a youngish Human by his look, Kyan turned to see him with the fat Klingon against the bulkhead. The other Nausicaan was still sprawled out on the deck behind him, his ribs preventing him from getting up. Kyan was about to lay into him for grabbing the wrong guy but Max beat him to it.

"Hey! Barney Fife! He's not the bad guy. The guy he was sitting on was trying to take his daughter. See?" The black haired Onlie yelled up from his position on the floor. moved so Dersch could see the little Klingon girl still asleep from whatever the Nausicaans gave her. "They beat him up and took her away. Get offa him an take the real criminals!"

That was.... a shocker. Kyan's eyes widened at his friend's dressing down the grup officer. Either he'd rubbed off on the kid or Starfleet Academy had done him some good. Max was usually respectful to the grups whether they deserved it or not. It was Kyan's least favorite quality in him. The crimson haired Onlie had to laugh at the Barney fife jape too. Surely no Security guy wanted to be called that, if he even got the reference.

"Hey! Barney Fife! He's not the bad guy. The guy he was sitting on was trying to take his daughter. See?" The black haired Onlie yelled up from his position on the floor. moved so Dersch could see the little Klingon girl still asleep from whatever the Nausicaans gave her. "They beat him up and took her away. Get offa him an take the real criminals!"

"Call me Barney Fife again we will be meeting after my shift, and pretty sure he had a damn knife pointed a Star Fleet Officer, and My Commanding Officer!" JB kept his voice down making sure to not wake the little girl.

[Kyan Mackenzie]

"Call me Barney Fife again we will be meeting after my shift, and pretty sure he had a damn knife pointed a Star Fleet Officer, and My Commanding Officer!" JB kept his voice down making sure to not wake the little girl.

Over the decades, Kyan had developed... some control of his temper. It was definitely less of an issue now than when he'd graduated the academy back in 2350. The centuries-old pre-teen felt no real sense of accomplishment or pride over it though. It was just a thing that had happened over time. The grups seemed to like it though, so there was that. He reckoned having a longer for made for less getting yelled at or sleeping in brings, so those were positives. However, there were still certain things that set him off.

And threatening his friends, especially Max, was at the top of that list.

When the Human turned and replied to him, his voice was low enough that Kyan couldn't fully make out what he'd said. But he didn't need to. The expression on Max's face told him everything he needed to know. The other Onlie's wide eyes and sudden abashed demeanor served to rip the fuse out and stuff a lit match into the hole where it had been.

"Hey ya jobby pillock!" Kyan shouted, without regard for who might hear. "If yer after running yer mouth ye can run it ta me! Sure an I'll stick my foot so far up yer grup arse dat I'll hafta pry yer mouth open ta tie me show so I will." Kyan was walking toward them by this point. Concern over being tossed in the brig or missing out on buying a ship was gone. "Ye think yer a tough guy do ye? Flexin on hurt Klingons an kids? I'll show ye sommat. Ye dirty wanker!"

It was then that he felt someone grab the back of his hooded sweatshirt, right before his feet left the deck. It was a good thing he hadn't drawn his knife because once off the deck, he'd twisted his body around and thrown a left hook, which the person managed to dodge by about an inch. Had it hit, given his intent, it would have landed on the temple. Had he had the Karambit in his hand, they might had been missing an eye.

[Azsayak]

Over the decades, Kyan had developed... some control of his temper. It was definitely less of an issue now than when he'd graduated the academy back in 2350. The centuries-old pre-teen felt no real sense of accomplishment or pride over it though. It was just a thing that had happened over time. The grups seemed to like it though, so there was that. He reckoned having a longer for made for less getting yelled at or sleeping in brings, so those were positives. However, there were still certain things that set him off.

And threatening his friends, especially Max, was at the top of that list.

When the Human turned and replied to him, his voice was low enough that Kyan couldn't fully make out what he'd said. But he didn't need to. The expression on Max's face told him everything he needed to know. The other Onlie's wide eyes and sudden abashed demeanor served to rip the fuse out and stuff a lit match into the hole where it had been.

"Hey ya jobby pillock!" Kyan shouted, without regard for who might hear. "If yer after running yer mouth ye can run it ta me! Sure an I'll stick my foot so far up yer grup arse dat I'll hafta pry yer mouth open ta tie me show so I will." Kyan was walking toward them by this point. Concern over being tossed in the brig or missing out on buying a ship was gone. "Ye think yer a tough guy do ye? Flexin on hurt Klingons an kids? I'll show ye sommat. Ye dirty wanker!"

It was then that he felt someone grab the back of his hooded sweatshirt, right before his feet left the deck. It was a good thing he hadn't drawn his knife because once off the deck, he'd twisted his body around and thrown a left hook, which the person managed to dodge by about an inch. Had it hit, given his intent, it would have landed on the temple. Had he had the Karambit in his hand, they might had been missing an eye.

Aoi had come out of the Jackal after hearing about a disruption going on with someone apparently trying to kidnap someone. She approached in near silence, her swaying steps producing no sound as she approaches the source of the disturbance.  Aoi would take took of all of the beings around.  A rather robust klingon was sitting on some rather unpleasant looking individual. A female federation officer who looked the competent federation officer type very much.

Aoi also could smell blood or well Her sensors detected there had been blood shed. Long before she saw any of the blood. She could even smell the blood was coming off one of the small human children the red headed one.  The blood shed had tracked back to him. He had some sort of a blade on him and the way he was speaking likely more violence was about to occur. Aoi was processing all this and what to make of kyan from behind the group. But she noticed he seemed to be getting more agitated with the younger looking security officer.  That is when Aoi Lightly grabbed the scruff of the hoodie the black hair child was in. Doing so in a way that would give her a chance to react quickly if the child decided to attack her again. She could break off and block an attack.
Aoi was certainly taken off guard at the twisting her hand let go of the hoodie. The size difference between Aoi and kyan meant that kyans strike would be around her shoulder blade.  She Tenses up and covers the side of her head with bent elbow. Grabbing at the back of her head she lets the strike hit and sort of bounce off. Not that it didnt sting a little.  And Aoi's eyes both briefly flashed a crimson red that was so quick it could almost of been considered a trick of the eyes.

" You are certainly handful pardon the pun, despite your smallish stature. I was simply trying to get you to relax it seems you are bit hot-headed right now. Attacking the security on this station might have you cooling your ankles in the brig.'

She rubs her shoulder brushing at her shoulder sleeve. Keeping a raised eyebrow on who she still assumed was a human child.
'S e àrd-ealain cogaidh an nàmhaid a cheannsachadh gun sabaid." ((The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.")) Said with the hint of slavic likely russian accent to it.  Which made it sound odd perhaps. She flashed a smile and winked at Kyan and looked at the security officer who would've of been on the recieving end of kyans anger. Her lips curling into a smirk at the security officer.

" It would be ashamed if that nice uniform had more blood on it. I mean you have already secured the threat. Is there any need to cause more of an issue with loose words

She would begin to hum aloud but softly as if to herself https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ35SOU9HTM

She sang in softly but with an undeniable lightness to the fun song.  Her smile flashing from her pale blue eyes. She sung The Drunk scotsman. She would even clap in beat with the song as she kept her eyes on the group.  Spinning around on the spot and twirling her cape like dress. Taking a deep bow with a hand behind her back. Throwing out her right hand out to the side in a sweeping motion and crossing her legs together.  As if accepting the applause for the song.

[Nira Said]

[Deej Cloten | Cloten's Office | The Jackal | Promenade | Deck Ten | Outpost Solaere]

A notification as Cloten worked the bar forced him to scramble to his office. He looked at the notification on his console that made him raise eyebrows in interest as his Miradorn friend spoke.

"It's almost here?" he breathed.

"It's due to arrive in the sector soon," the Miradorn answered. "It'll arrive at your station in an hour or so. I've had Bibilmok and his boys bring it over."

"Bibil....oh crap, you mean Bibilmok and his idiot bunch of Pakleds are bringing it?" Cloten gasped.

"None other."

"Shit."

[Commander Nira Said | Operations Center | Deck One | Outpost Solaere]

"Commander, a vessel's hailing us," Ensign Devereaux said.

"On screen," Nira said. The viewscreen showed up a Pakled who looked so incredibly stupid, Nira flinched. "Pakled vessel, identify yourself."

"Dis is Gaptain Bibilok, galling frum Cargo Vessel Rosewood," the Pakled responded, letting out sickeningly jolly chuckle. "Dis is my identity," he added with an additional chuckle.

Nira narrowed her eyes. Rosewood...the ship Cloten ordered for Kyan. "State your purpose in heading to Outpost Solaere."

"We expect nuu crew to take on and un transfuuur of cuuummahnd," Bibilok replied. "We expect to sell materiuulls while we are there."

"A merchant crew?" asked Nira.

"Isn't dat what I said?" The Pakled responded with a chuckle. Nira cringed again. She thought having to sit in negotiating a company deal with Morn last week was a headache.

[Keeli Reex]

{Shuttle Antipodes-Ambulence}

Sol may be far away, but it is my destination, and I am not turning back...

Keelli just nodded.

Yes it does, though it has far less amenities then you are used to.
"Jalen to Ambulance 1, three to beam up, one marked for stasis pod alpha.

"That is the Ablution Shower, feel free to use it. The replicators are unlocked as well, but all medical equipment is secured, so please don't try and access them. I'll deal with your wounds once we are finished, and we are at warp again.

Keeli nodded. Soon, they'd beamed aboard the ambulance shuttle. She was calmer now, now that she was aware that there was no danger and this man wouldn't hurt her.

"Thank you," she said, her tone back to normal. "Sorry about before. I was just...scared. I think I was out for a few days," she said. "I promise not to touch the supplies," she said. "I wouldn't know what to do with them anyway." She made her way to the back of the shuttle.

A bit later, she was clean, changed into a pair of jean shorts, a tank top with a vest over it, and high-top canvas sneakers. She headed for Jalen.

"Will Raf make it?" She asked. "He has already lost a LOT of blood. He can't use mine, I am Trill," she said. Duh, that would've been obvious to him from the spilling of spots from her temples to her ankles. 

[Kinley Garrison]

[Promenade]

"Easy there, Mr. Dersch. There isn't going to be any more mess here. said Kinley, emphasizing to everyone to not go into any fisticuffs while she was here.

Kinley raised an eyebrow at the person who came up to Kyan. She knew the Onlie didn't like to be manhandled. "Um, hello there, Do you know Mr. Mackenzie?" she questioned