03-09-2026, 06:31 AM
Fortunately, someone from among the officers arrived to defuse Art, and in this case, it was Lieutenant Beinn who showed up. The Child of San-Tarah wasn't too concerned with the fate of Mr. Tomer, mostly because he accepted some things were not meant to be know at the current time, and that there were more tangible things worth his wrath than failure.
He sat down right next to Art as he noticed her rage building despite her comfort drinks. His ears folded back as he turned to stare at her directly and said in Klingon,
"Lieutenant. If you're going to stay angry, get angry at the lack of live gagh in the galley. Staying angry at yesterday's gagh doesn't help you win battles. I'd suggest petting the targ, but as we don't have one, you look like you need a battle instead."
He swapped back to galactic standard, realizing most of the room might not know if he was egging Art on or trying to calm her.
"After the briefing, next shift downtime, I prescribe an honorable battle in the holodeck. Anger has no purpose without a worthy foe to exhaust it upon. That is assuming Dr. Cassidy agrees with me."
He kept his eyes locked on Art, the wolf in the San-Tarah trying to break her attention, though he didn't yip at her. Insults in his native tongue weren't necessary, and he didn't need Qi integrating swear words in San-Tarah into their vocabulary.
==tag Art and others==
He sat down right next to Art as he noticed her rage building despite her comfort drinks. His ears folded back as he turned to stare at her directly and said in Klingon,
"Lieutenant. If you're going to stay angry, get angry at the lack of live gagh in the galley. Staying angry at yesterday's gagh doesn't help you win battles. I'd suggest petting the targ, but as we don't have one, you look like you need a battle instead."
He swapped back to galactic standard, realizing most of the room might not know if he was egging Art on or trying to calm her.
"After the briefing, next shift downtime, I prescribe an honorable battle in the holodeck. Anger has no purpose without a worthy foe to exhaust it upon. That is assuming Dr. Cassidy agrees with me."
He kept his eyes locked on Art, the wolf in the San-Tarah trying to break her attention, though he didn't yip at her. Insults in his native tongue weren't necessary, and he didn't need Qi integrating swear words in San-Tarah into their vocabulary.
==tag Art and others==