01-05-2025, 12:00 AM
== I’m moving this post on a few days from the New Year’s timeline. Am happy to continue with it as well though if you like Velaul. ==
Callan was laughing as he walked, or rather, staggered, out of the holosuite. He was followed by a tall burly looking Klingon, who was also laughing. Both looked a little dishevelled. Callan was wearing black casual clothing of boots, combat trousers and long sleeve shirt. He’d finally admitted to himself that he really didn’t need to be wearing his starfleet uniform every day, given the number of days he’d been waiting on DS9 by this point. He had no duties, so while waiting for his assigned starship to arrive he should make the most of the downtime and enjoy himself, although from the bleeding gash on his forehead, the way he was cradling his left arm, and the way he was walking, it could be questioned how much fun had been had.
The two walked over to the end of the bar and Callan handed an isolinear chip to a Ferengi employee. “Alright we’re getting there. I’ve still got a few alterations I want made to the holoprogram, which are listed on this. Can you get them done by tomorrow?”
The Ferengi’s expression looked doubtful, but Callan produced a slim slip of gold pressed latinum and placed it on the counter. "For your trouble." The Ferengi’s expression changed and he nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Then we’ll be back tomorrow to try it out. You will be back tomorrow, right K’rang?” Callan said as he turned to look up at the Klingon’s face.
“Yes I will, I found your holoprogram a good challenge. You say this was from a time in human history, a time of great battles?’ K’rang asked.
Callan nodded. “Aye, and from my family history to be precise. The castle was my ancestors' home, the seat of the clan.’
“There must be some human history that I don’t know about then. All I’ve heard about was quite… fragile, compared to Klingon history that is. And what was that sword you used called again?’
‘A claymore.’
“A good warrior's weapon.” K’rang nodded approvingly. “It has good reach, but the position of the handle of the Bat’leth allows better use of strength. I would like to give a claymore a try though. Tomorrow you wield the Bat’leth and I the Claymore. You will see.” the Klingon stated.
“Sure. I don’t think I’ll be much good with it but I’ll give it a go.” Callan agreed while gently testing the cut on his head with a fingertip. “First I think I need to go to Sickbay.” he added.
The Klingon laughed deeply and slapped Callan on the shoulder, making him wince. “Til tomorrow, and glory to you, Callan of House Campbell.”
Callan waved a hand as the Klingon departed. He passed another slip of gold pressed latinum to the waiting Ferengi and took his leave as well.
As he passed through the bar he paused as he thought he saw a familiar face.
Sitting at a table, intermittently nibbling at some food at the same time as attending to something on a padd, Callan saw a young woman that he thought he recognised. She was wearing a dress, rather than the Starfleet uniform that Callan thought the face matched in his memory. Given that he’d not exactly been to many places it surely couldn’t be that hard to place her. Was it here on the station? Was it on the shuttle journey out here from Earth? No, surely it was on Earth, maybe at the Academy? He’d forgotten all about his painful cut on his head, and the injury to his shoulder, he had to figure this out.
He knew that it would drive him mad for the rest of the day if he didn’t figure out where he knew her from, so he walked over and stood looking a little awkward beside the table. He cleared his throat politely.
“Excuse me. Sorry to intrude but, have I seen you before somewhere? You were at the Academy, right?”
== Tag Midshipman Bremner ==
Callan was laughing as he walked, or rather, staggered, out of the holosuite. He was followed by a tall burly looking Klingon, who was also laughing. Both looked a little dishevelled. Callan was wearing black casual clothing of boots, combat trousers and long sleeve shirt. He’d finally admitted to himself that he really didn’t need to be wearing his starfleet uniform every day, given the number of days he’d been waiting on DS9 by this point. He had no duties, so while waiting for his assigned starship to arrive he should make the most of the downtime and enjoy himself, although from the bleeding gash on his forehead, the way he was cradling his left arm, and the way he was walking, it could be questioned how much fun had been had.
The two walked over to the end of the bar and Callan handed an isolinear chip to a Ferengi employee. “Alright we’re getting there. I’ve still got a few alterations I want made to the holoprogram, which are listed on this. Can you get them done by tomorrow?”
The Ferengi’s expression looked doubtful, but Callan produced a slim slip of gold pressed latinum and placed it on the counter. "For your trouble." The Ferengi’s expression changed and he nodded enthusiastically.
“Good. Then we’ll be back tomorrow to try it out. You will be back tomorrow, right K’rang?” Callan said as he turned to look up at the Klingon’s face.
“Yes I will, I found your holoprogram a good challenge. You say this was from a time in human history, a time of great battles?’ K’rang asked.
Callan nodded. “Aye, and from my family history to be precise. The castle was my ancestors' home, the seat of the clan.’
“There must be some human history that I don’t know about then. All I’ve heard about was quite… fragile, compared to Klingon history that is. And what was that sword you used called again?’
‘A claymore.’
“A good warrior's weapon.” K’rang nodded approvingly. “It has good reach, but the position of the handle of the Bat’leth allows better use of strength. I would like to give a claymore a try though. Tomorrow you wield the Bat’leth and I the Claymore. You will see.” the Klingon stated.
“Sure. I don’t think I’ll be much good with it but I’ll give it a go.” Callan agreed while gently testing the cut on his head with a fingertip. “First I think I need to go to Sickbay.” he added.
The Klingon laughed deeply and slapped Callan on the shoulder, making him wince. “Til tomorrow, and glory to you, Callan of House Campbell.”
Callan waved a hand as the Klingon departed. He passed another slip of gold pressed latinum to the waiting Ferengi and took his leave as well.
As he passed through the bar he paused as he thought he saw a familiar face.
Sitting at a table, intermittently nibbling at some food at the same time as attending to something on a padd, Callan saw a young woman that he thought he recognised. She was wearing a dress, rather than the Starfleet uniform that Callan thought the face matched in his memory. Given that he’d not exactly been to many places it surely couldn’t be that hard to place her. Was it here on the station? Was it on the shuttle journey out here from Earth? No, surely it was on Earth, maybe at the Academy? He’d forgotten all about his painful cut on his head, and the injury to his shoulder, he had to figure this out.
He knew that it would drive him mad for the rest of the day if he didn’t figure out where he knew her from, so he walked over and stood looking a little awkward beside the table. He cleared his throat politely.
“Excuse me. Sorry to intrude but, have I seen you before somewhere? You were at the Academy, right?”
== Tag Midshipman Bremner ==