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[Starbase 185 - Main Promenade - Promenade Pub]

"Does it feel strange to you that they've got everyone sequestered on the starbase while they're hashing all of this out...with the repairs and refit going on, and the crew not allowed to take part in fixing their own ship or even watch? At the end of the day, there's only a handful of people they can lay the blame of how this mission went. Doesn't make sense." Alex was naturally suspicious, especially after what had happened on Frontier Day with the integrated fleet. Training scars, complacency, and skill fade with the ever increasing reliance on automation, in his opinion, were major contributors as to why dozens of warning signs and caution flags were ignored or had gone unnoticed by so many. "If I were in the engineering department, I'd be scratching at the hatch to be let onboard. I still want to know what they're doing if we have to get back onboard eventually."

"Speaking of engineering...Neva Cordon's the chief engineer, right?" Alex chuckled, glancing conspiratorially towards Ardyn. "Having heard what she pulled during the Captain's presentation with those Landser delegates, I'm surprised she hasn't already forced her way onboard."

"Hey there, Cordon." Alex added his own greeting as they stepped into the fairly decent re-creation of a 20th century British pub, complete with long mahogany bar, polished brass, and a literal wall of spirit bottles. "Not bad." He remarked approvingly.

[ACEO Lt.JG Neva Cordon|Starbase 185|Promenade Pub]

Neva did a little wave and lopsided grin when Ardyn and...man...came over. "Hey Ardyn! Good to see you! Sit, sit, sit!" She made a shooing sort of motion towards the seats across from her. She raised an eyebrow at the other woman and nodded her head towards Alex.

"Ardyn, when were you going to tell me about this man who adores you?" Neva winked at her friend and pointed at herself. "Half Betazoid here. Granted, it's obvious if you pay any attention."

The Engineer then looked past them and held up her now empty glass. "Need a refill and some food over here, m'dear barkeep!" She called out, then turned back to the couple before her with a jovial smirk."So...any idea on how long we'll be here? I'm beginning to wonder with how much grilling I've heard people are getting."


[Promenade pub.]

“It’s definitely strange. Last one I was a part of didn’t nearly take this long, probably because the president was assassinated and they needed to tell something to the public fast, but even still, that was way less impactful than whatever sweet time they’re taking for this one.” she said as they walked along into the tastefully-decorated joint.  “I think they were waiting for Mackenzie to get better, but he’s been up and at ‘em for a while now, so I don’t know why we have been waiting so long.”

Ardyn grinned and laughed as they saw Neva. “Yup.  Same. I’m part Betazoid as well, but it’s not really much of a secret that we’re together, I’ll admit. Alex is my partner and as of recently, my fiance. Haven’t set a date yet.” she smiled as she snagged a couple of peanuts from the container. “ I wish I knew. Was hoping to update the Mjolnir when I got the chance, but they’ve locked it down pretty good.”
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PO2 Helga Tragnar

After the two aliens disappeared with all their gear, Helga did a quick head count.  Lieutenant Commander Malik - check, Lieutenant Broadshire - check, Junior Lieutenant Lorut - check, Junior Lieutenant Ramort - check, Ensign Novi - check, Ensign Hansen - check,  Ensign Murphy - check, and herself - check.   "All Away Team members are present and accounted for, sir." she reported to her superior, Ensign Hansen.

She glanced around again, this time to look beyond the team members to their surroundings.  It was already mid-day.  Without the shuttle, Argo or their gear they would need to fend for themselves until the Discovery noted their absence and came looking for them... that could be days, depending on how often Commander Malik was supposed to report in. 

Shelter, food and water should be their priorities, Helga figured.  "Permission to scout about for a suitable shelter space and source of water, sir."  This time Helga addressed Commander Malik.

[As Murphy]
[Back to reality]

Murphy was so shocked, that he had to take a bit to process things. But he could see his friends now, and everyone was coming into focus again. There was no mud, no warp core blowing, and he could finally breathe again. But who were these people who were talking to them. They said that they were here to "Observe them?” What did that mean? Watch them like they were some… zoo exhibit?  “Now h-hold on just a minute. What do you mean by observing us?” he asked, trying to pull out his phaser, but instead pulled out his spanner, which quickly disappeared as he found himself with nothing now. The shuttle had disappeared too. He turned to Helga “Well, that’s just great.”  He had to do something - mostly to try and process the nightmare he was a part of. “Can I go scouting with you, um, Petty Officer? I think maybe if we find somewhere to go up high, we can get a good overview of the area and see if there’s anything out there?”
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequences
« Last post by Kyan Mackenzie on March 28, 2024, 11:08:45 pm »
“Alright, we can go. But you all must be on your best behaviour… only one minor maiming each… no death!” Lorian said with a chuckle, from his position being tackled by two of the children. Jalen got up and brushed himself off with a frown.

“Yes, and no bringing that violence home with you, there is a time and place for everything, but that is not in our home… and I think that I should change into something more appropriate for a concert.” Jalen said as he brushed his uniform with the back of his hand.

"Q'apla! Today IS a good day to die!!" Kyan exclaimed jumping off of his defeated foe.

"No dying!" Max laughed from his spot on the floor, "...only light maiming."

Kyan heaved a theatrical sigh. "Fiiiiine. We'll agree ta yer oppressive grup demands.... but I cannae speak fer the Klingons so... Anyways... Release me honorable comrades ye great creature so's we can prepare for the glorious battle to come!"

With that, Kyan piled on Lorian's back to save his fellow warriors from the Vedek's wrath.

Later, at the party....

Kyan, the Kartoses, and Max had arrived at the party a few minutes before Tora's announcement. Having never been to a Klingon concert before, Kyan didn't exactly know what to expect. Would there be bloodewine? Bowls of Gagh set out for snacking? Pain sticks? Torches and sharp metal decorations.

Definitely torches. Klingons didn't go anywhere or do anything without some torches.

Those were the possibilities that had danced in the Onlie's head before walking into the party. What he hadn't given any consideration to was the fact that the Klingons were performing at a party. Admittedly his written Klingon was very out of practice, and when Kyan saw the four imposing warriors with their instruments in the advertisement he hadn't tried to parse the text under the picture. He'd assumed that it was some sort of concert and let his imagination steer after that.

What he saw before him as he and the others entered the party was NOT among the things that he'd envisioned. For starters, the entire room was filled with flowery decor. There wasn't a barrel of bloodwine to be seen, and definitely not a torch in the place. Then there was the size of the room and the fact that it was filled with his own crewmates in their off duty clothes.

"Uhh Kyan?" Max spoke up from his side. "I've never been to a Klingon concert but... "

"I think we can ta da wrong place sure." Kyan answered, looking around.

"No this is the right room. Hey look, there's Ensign Tora on the stage!"

"Now, then. I have a list of wonderful performances lined up for everyone tonight! Up first: let's get our blood pumping with some hardcore music! As our first performance of the night would surely say, today is a good day to drop some beats! Put your hands together for the one and only Klingon rock band, Jei'BO:L!"

Kyan watched as a group of Klingons stomped onto the stage behind the Cardassian scientist. They were definitely the group from the advertisement. That was obvious. But what in the flowery Beltane party hell was going on? Kyan was at once shocked, confused, intrigued, and honestly a little disappointed at the lack of... well... Klingon-ness of the whole thing. He looked over at Leran and Max, who cheered and whooped as if everything was going exactly as it should. To him, Jalen and Lorian looked.... relieved? That was probably right. They were a doctor and a Vedek after all... probably not avid Klingon enthusiasts.

Looking back at his friends and seeing how excited they were to be here and see the band that they'd been waiting all evening to see, Kyan shrugged internally. And who cares if it's not exactly as ye thought it'd be?" His inner voice asked him. You came to see a Klingon band with your family and there they are! Who cares about the flowers and... Wait.. Family... was that the Immersion Therapy talking? If not, then when did that happen? Sure he thought of Max like that, they lived together, and he was an Onlie. And he'd known Jalen forever...but... family?

The Klingons began their set to raucous cheers from Max, Leran, and others as Kyan stood contemplating what his inner monologue had just said and the implications of it.

".....up by by the stage c'mon!"

Kyan only caught the tail end of what Leran had said. His reverie had been broken only when the Bajoran boy grabbed his arm. He shook off the last vestiges of his thoughts and looked him. "Huh?"

"There's room up by the stage. C'mon!" With that, he dragged the Onlie along with him and weaved through the partygoers until they were close to the raised dias where Jei'BO:L! were performing. On the way, Kyan noticed Tora was still next to the stage and waved his free hand at her. "Great choice Tora! Good party this!"

As they got to where Max was already standing and watching the Klingons play, Kyan decided that he'd think about the ramifications of his thoughts later. For now, there was a party going on, and fun to be had.
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Outpost Solaere / Re: S1E2 - Love Thy Neighbor
« Last post by Therem Estraven on March 28, 2024, 09:16:12 pm »
Dersch greeted the group with a smile and communicated, "It is a pleasure to meet you. As previously mentioned, should you encounter any issues during your stay on the station, do not hesitate to approach either myself or my assistant, Ensign White." . Dersch then proceeded to join the rest of the group. His foremost concern at that moment was the number of individuals within the group who were responsible for security in the colony.
[Sherry Ecks | Assembly Hall | New Jericho]

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. Now, be a good lad. Run along and do as you’re told.”

She gave the miner a dismissive wave.
The ambassador seemed to be meeting with a civilian, a miner if she understood the context correctly.  Given the interaction, however, she decided to intervene to change the conversation..

‘ Hello, Ambassador. We weren’t expecting you to be here, but I take it that you’re here to help with the negotiations?  And, I don’t believe I have met you yet.” she said to the Miner. “My name is Commander Garrison.”
"Mister Estrevan," she said, once everybody had their turns introducing themselves. "Good to meet you. I'm Commander Said. I'm Commander Garrison's First Officer...even if we're both Commanders," she added. "As a matter of fact, we won't mind having a civilian perspective, as you say. It'll be good to have a civilian included to back us up...given feelings from the locals..."
[Planetside - Council Hall]
Therem greeted the Federation officials, committing their names, faces, and voices to memory. It was lucky that the commanders were more flexible than the ambassador, who he gave a quick glance before thanking Commander Garrison and Commander Said.

"Well, it's my lucky day, thanks for the opportunity! I'll stay out of the way unless things get spicy."

Following the group into the council hall, taking note of anything that could be quickly grabbed and used to deflect incoming manure. Therem found it interesting that an entire planet wasn't large enough for both colonies, but then again his own homeworld had similar bickering factions.
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 16: Episode 1: Perfect Replicas
« Last post by Ch'e N'ok Savyn on March 28, 2024, 05:58:24 pm »

NPC Fvienn tr'Lhoell
[USS Discovery-B - Deck 9 - Sickbay - CMO's office]

The arrival of Eneh's friend, in response to his crying had Fvienn comforted almost immediately.  Now it was Fvienn's turn to comfort him back by wrapping his arms about the Vulcan's neck and hugging him tight.    "Eneh's friend better?" he asked innocently.

[USS Discovery-B | Sickbay]

Savyn accepted the child's embrace easily, feeling himself relax for some unknown reason once the boy was back in his sights, his hand resting gingerly on Fvienn's back. He nodded awkwardly in response to what the toddler asked, not entirely processing what he'd said.

"I had sensed you were in distress..." He admitted after a moment, looking the boy over quickly. "Are you injured?"
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequences
« Last post by Neva Cordon on March 28, 2024, 05:12:24 pm »

[Promenade]

Ardy nudged Alex in jest as he teased her, before gladly taking his hand and meandering their way through the Promenade, nodding as she heard how his interviews went. So they were both left hanging. Typical. Either way, they’d be still waiting. “I was going to be meeting with Neva, She’s in engineering. She offered to hang out over lunch while there was nothing better to do in between interrogations”, she mentioned, as she  chatted with Alex. While it would be nice to be back home on Earth, they had also just gotten onboard a ship too.  Getting kicked out after just coming back was almost insult to injury. She noted Neva in the Pub already. “Hey there.” she nodded to Neva.


[ACEO Lt.JG Neva Cordon|Starbase 185|Promenade Pub]

Neva did a little wave and lopsided grin when Ardyn and...man...came over. "Hey Ardyn! Good to see you! Sit, sit, sit!" She made a shooing sort of motion towards the seats across from her. She raised an eyebrow at the other woman and nodded her head towards Alex.

"Ardyn, when were you going to tell me about this man who adores you?" Neva winked at her friend and pointed at herself. "Half Betazoid here. Granted, it's obvious if you pay any attention."

The Engineer then looked past them and held up her now empty glass. "Need a refill and some food over here, m'dear barkeep!" She called out, then turned back to the couple before her with a jovial smirk."So...any idea on how long we'll be here? I'm beginning to wonder with how much grilling I've heard people are getting."

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[As Maddy]

[Schoolroom]

Maddy had been making “cookies”  in the  play kitchen somewhat distractedly when she heard her classmate, Mo  try to get her attention. Mo was a nice Ferengi boy and he had some really big ears, but he was fun to play spaceships with when they weren’t doing school stuff.

“I guess I do have lots of things to think about, Mo. “ said Maddy, as she stirred the “food” in the play kitchen. I think my mommy and daddy are worried about something.  They won’t tell me why though. I think it’s cause they might lose their jobs or somethin’, and then we won’t be on a spaceship anymore.”  she said,  pushing the button on the toy EZ Baker oven.
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequences
« Last post by Jalen Kartos on March 28, 2024, 03:47:46 pm »
[Kartos Quarters, Starbase 185]

Jalen looked over at Lorian and both shared a knowing smile. They liked for Leran to be exposed to different cultures, so it was already a faite-accomplis that they would approve. Jalen always found it interesting how an Only could switch from being an adult, chaffing under authority, to a child asking an adult permission to do a thing, even though the Only in question was usually centuries older then the person they are asking permission from. Well not in his case but, there is an exception to every rule.

“Alright, we can go. But you all must be on your best behaviour… only one minor maiming each… no death!” Lorian said with a chuckle, from his position being tackled by two of the children. Jalen got up and brushed himself off with a frown.

“Yes, and no brining that violence home with you, there is a time and place for everything, but that is not in our home… and I think that I should change into something more appropriate for a concert.” Jalen said as he brushed his uniform with the back of his hand.
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USS Discovery / Re: Season 16: Episode 1: Perfect Replicas
« Last post by Rayek trLhoell on March 28, 2024, 03:11:35 pm »
Commander Rayek tr'Lhoell
[Station -  Deck 1 - Operations Center > > enroute to Cloning lab] (earlier >> present)

Rayek had awoken to the sound of pounding on a bulkhead door.  It was familiar sound from his days on Katra when the Dosi had attacked the station.  It reverberated in his ears painfully.  Maybe that it was that which had woken him.

When he took a glance around to orient himself, he discovered he wasn't in his uniform but rather a hospital gown, seated on the Command seat of what looked to be the classified station Discovery had been assigned to investigate.  He had no recollection of how he'd come to be at Ops.

Leaving the command seat, Rayek approached the Operations console which thankfully had been left unlocked and open - at least he had access comms and could contact the ship and Away Team.   Yet even as he reached out to do so, the station comm crackled to life with his voice.

=/\= "tr'Lhoell to the Away Team.  Reassemble in front of the transporter room, immediately." =/\=

His hand froze over the comm.  What the hell?!  Rayek looked over the comm settings and noticed that it had been adjusted to scan for all frequencies with high level encryption breakers activated for good measure.

The comm sounded again, but this time the voices speaking were unfamiliar.

=/\= "Sir, we've lost contact with Higgins in the Reactor Room.  We don't know if he was successful in disabling the self-destruct." =/\=

=/\= "We need it disabled.  The minute that Romulan-replicant gets off this station, he's going to attempt to activate it.  It's locked out now using my code but I doubt that will hold him off long. I'm on my way up to Ops, I've managed to find a crowbar.  It might help prying open the doors.   See if you can find a way to retake the lab; we need to stop the Falleg-replicant from making more clones.   I've fought myself twice already - I'm not looking forward to a third time." =/\=

=/\= "Yes Commander, we'll retake it for sure this time." =/\=

=/\= "Good luck, Lieutenant." =/\=

A dawning realization came to Rayek.  Romulan-replicant? His own voice?... oh Fvadt - Starfleet Intelligence were idiots - trying to study the Thinker replicants that had attacked Katra four years ago.

Rayek had been told his replicant had died; apparently Starfleet lied to him or had used the remains to create their own version.  Rayek clicked open the comm and was about to reach out to those on the comm line, when he realized he could be overheard by his other self.  He closed the comm not wanting to give away the advantage of his being awake and onto the situation. 

He knew he couldn't just open the doors to Ops and let in the station staff... they would shoot first assuming he was the replicant, or think his explanation was a ploy.  No, he needed to regroup with the Away Team.  But where were they?

With a determined look, Rayek began trying access the station internal sensors to the Ops console.   The station likely had Vulcans, Humans and even Bajoran's a-plenty, but Rayek suspected he and his 'evil twin' were the only Romulans.  So he set the sensors to locate Romulan bio signs.  Yep... there on Deck Three. 

A quick call-up of the station layout showed that same level had the Reactor Room.. and a little further on a classified lab.  Rayek suspected that of being the Cloning Lab that had been mentioned earlier.  He overlaid the maintenance tunnels schematic on top of the station layout and quickly memorized the route there.

Again his voice sounded over the comms. 
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=/\= "tr'Lhoell to Away Team security.  The Bajoran's gone AWOL.  Locate her and send her back to the ship." =/\=

Rayek had to chuckle... good ole Lorut!  He wondered if she had left because she figured something out.   Well, perhaps he could meet up with her and together take down his double.   Accessing the station comms, Rayek forwarded all comm lines to his in-ear sub-dermal universal translator and comms receiver.

No sooner was that done than he picked up on more comms chatter.

[USS Discovery - Deck 1 - Ready Room]

=/\= "Tekin to Rayek. I have the numbers you need.  145 out of 175 currently. 15 targets. I'm understanding, but I'm not sure if the away team does yet.  But it should be soon, I think.  Hrafn is monitoring.  I'll continue to secure everything here from the station." =/\=

Rayek frowned as he listened to the Captain's message to the replicant.  What were they talking about.  15 targets?  What didn't the Away Team understand yet?  Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.  Nothing involving the Thinkers was good.  Was Tekin knowingly complicit in the replicant's plan?  No, Rayek doubted that.  From what he'd seen of the Bajoran Captain in the short time he'd actually worked as his First Officer, Tekin was an honorable man and loyal to Starfleet.  There is no way he would work with the Thinker-made replicant knowingly.... unless...   "Oh... I hope not."   

=/\= "Understood.  We have arrived on Deck One and should have the Operations Center secured shortly.  I'll report in then with an update. tr'Lhoell out." =/\=

Fvadt!  He had to get out of there now.  He located the Ops center medkit and tool kit; and then using a simple adjustable wrench, he opened the floor access panel to the maintenance shaft under the Ops center.  He slid down into the cramped tunnel and slid the panel back into place.  As he crawled down the tunnel, he kept catching his medical gown under his knees.  With a grimace, Rayek awkwardly in the cramped space, readjusted it from opening at the back to closing in the front, before continuing on.  Much better.

Rayek had made it down to Deck Two.. via the narrow jeffries tubes and avoiding the turbolift shafts since they were active, when another call was picked up.

=/\= Cloning lab in the science deck. I am ok.=/\=

Excellent!  He would be there shortly.

=/\= "tr'Lhoell to Away security.  You now have a location. Get her out of there before she causes problems!" =/\=

The urgency he heard in his doppelganger's voice suggest to him that Lorut was in the right place to discover what was going on.    Rayek picked up his pace, crawling as fast as he could.  His knees stained the grate-like floor panels behind him green, as he hurried on.

 
[Station, Primary Cloning Lab, NPC Scientist]

The scientist, a wholly innocent and plain looking trill woman gasped in shock as she was unjustly accosted from behind by the Bajoran. She dropped the padd she had been holding and grabbed at Vila's arms as a reaction before seeing the phaser pressed against her flesh.

"W-w-hat are you doing here! Let go of me! Someone help!"

Rayek, by this point, had moved from the jeffries tube into an actual air duct which would lead him to what he hoped was the cloning lab.  The call for help seemed to confirm his assumption.   Nearly there!  He belly-wormed his way further into the air duct seeking the right exit grate.
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequences
« Last post by Tora Zalos on March 28, 2024, 01:04:40 pm »
[Lieutenant Zhukdra'shar Mrekrerhas | Function Room Mayflower | Starbase 185]

The co-organizer, none other than Lieutenant Zhukdra'shar Mrekerhas, was currently inspecting his P.A.D.D. as he made sure that everything ran smoothly and according to schedule. His ear swished over when he overheard Tora ask him a question. He promptly settled down his device and smiled gently over at her. His outfit certainly was not a uniform, but it was cute. Some people may argue about the comfy part, however. A burgundy tuxedo, a cute little topknot of the same color, and a puffy, white dress shirt with sleeves.

Oh yes, Zhuk dressed elegantly, for the occasion called for it. Besides feeling good, it would allow people to recognize him if they needed anything unavailable, or had something they required catered to them. After all, with all the diversity the Federation had, maybe there was something that his fellow officers required he had not provisioned for. That would be easily fixed, though.

As for why he had accepted this position? Well, Tora certainly was charismatic, he had to admit. Though he was not too enthused by the idea of organizing a party, she quickly changed his opinion. Besides, it was a great opportunity to subtly show off his management skills, and continue to prove that he was more than fit for his duties as Chief of Security. It also served as a nice distraction, considering how obnoxious and time-consuming the interrogations by Starfleet intelligence had been thus far.


"Yes indeed,"

He answered, taking another look to inspect who was slated to play. It made him happy to see Lahr, or rather 'DJ Lahr', who was meant to participate later today. For now, though, the first act consisted of a band of Bolians, calling themselves Jei'BO:L. They played what was called 'Japanese popular music', or J-Pop for short, an ancient type of Earth music that Zhuk was rather unfamiliar with. Though it was popular, it seemed, considering the small investigation he ran concerning the genre,

"We have Jei'BO:L, it does seem. They shalt present themselves within the stage in five minutes, so mayhaps you are interested in presenting them beforehand, esteemed organizer Tora?"

Zhukdra'shar suggested, "Or would you want me to do so? Also... would you like to know whomst is next after this band?"

Suddenly, Zhuk furrowed his brow. He felt a pair of eyes gazing over at him with no small amount of inquisitiveness. His ear swished from the side, and then he turned his head to the direction he swore the gaze was coming from. Zhuk failed to notice anything, however, save for a swift shadow of black out of the corner of his eye. Strange.

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[Little Mo | Schoolrooms | Starbase 185]

For Mo, adjusting to school had not been easy. But he did his best to make his sister happy. She liked it when he went to class and paid attention to the teacher. And then when Mo told her all about his day. He also enjoyed it when they painted with their fingers or played with his action figures. Also, he was fond of maths. To count numbers and write substractions made him feel like a big, ole important Ferengi businessman. At least, as far as he remembered his parent's stories to go about them.

While he was working on some additions, he noticed that his classmate, Maddy, seemed a little distracted. Tilting his head to the side, he waved his little hand in front of her to get her attention,
"Hey Maddie, you okay? You schem to be thinking lots!"

[Ensign Tora Zalos | Function Room Mayflower | Starbase 185]

"Sounds good to me, Chook. Go grab a seat, I'll do the honors." Tora couldn't help snickering at the nickname she'd come up with for the Caitian over the past few days; as much as he was a head of department and a big, strong Caitian man it was hard not to also think of him as a cute, fluffy kitten when one really got to know him. That and the Shakespearean phrasing... which she still had yet to un-condition him out of.

She'd done it all before, working on Risa as a teen and then as a dabo girl as a young adult. Tora stepped up the empty stage with a microphone in hand and tapped twice on the head; she was glad to see her colleagues pause their partying for a moment to pay attention. "Ladies and gentlemen - and those in between - welcome to the Challenger's We're-Not-Dead celebration! I hope you're all having a wonderful time tonight!" There was an art to it, as she'd learned on the fly. Be playful, upbeat and maybe a little bit sultry if you wanted, so long as it got people interested - which had gone well with her previous job, of course.

And yes, that was the actual name of the party - she and her team had had a good laugh when coming up with it and, honestly, a few of them had a sneaking suspicion it'd had no small part in raking in the crowd present tonight.

"Now, then. I have a list of wonderful performances lined up for everyone tonight! Up first: let's get our blood pumping with some hardcore music! As our first performance of the night would surely say, today is a good day to drop some beats! Put your hands together for the one and only Klingon rock band, Jei'BO:L!"

Yes, she'd practised saying the name. Several times. Tora wasn't a polyglot by any means and had trouble trying to reproduce some words she'd heard from visitors and customers alike - which didn't stop her from trying her damn hardest.
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USS Challenger-A / Re: S6: E2 - Truth and Consequences
« Last post by Alexander Wu on March 28, 2024, 12:46:04 pm »
[Promenade]

Ardy nudged Alex in jest as he teased her, before gladly taking his hand and meandering their way through the Promenade, nodding as she heard how his interviews went. So they were both left hanging. Typical. Either way, they’d be still waiting. “I was going to be meeting with Neva, She’s in engineering. She offered to hang out over lunch while there was nothing better to do in between interrogations”, she mentioned, as she  chatted with Alex. While it would be nice to be back home on Earth, they had also just gotten onboard a ship too.  Getting kicked out after just coming back was almost insult to injury. She noted Neva in the Pub already. “Hey there.” she nodded to Neva.


[Starbase 185 - Main Promenade - Promenade Pub]

"Does it feel strange to you that they've got everyone sequestered on the starbase while they're hashing all of this out...with the repairs and refit going on, and the crew not allowed to take part in fixing their own ship or even watch? At the end of the day, there's only a handful of people they can lay the blame of how this mission went. Doesn't make sense." Alex was naturally suspicious, especially after what had happened on Frontier Day with the integrated fleet. Training scars, complacency, and skill fade with the ever increasing reliance on automation, in his opinion, were major contributors as to why dozens of warning signs and caution flags were ignored or had gone unnoticed by so many. "If I were in the engineering department, I'd be scratching at the hatch to be let onboard. I still want to know what they're doing if we have to get back onboard eventually."

"Speaking of engineering...Neva Cordon's the chief engineer, right?" Alex chuckled, glancing conspiratorially towards Ardyn. "Having heard what she pulled during the Captain's presentation with those Landser delegates, I'm surprised she hasn't already forced her way onboard."

"Hey there, Cordon." Alex added his own greeting as they stepped into the fairly decent re-creation of a 20th century British pub, complete with long mahogany bar, polished brass, and a literal wall of spirit bottles. "Not bad." He remarked approvingly.
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