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#1 Capt Jennifer Braggins

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Posted Star Date 22107.13 @ 02:09 (02:09 AM)

==One of the larger rooms aboard ship not dedicated to cargo or ship operations, the Crew Mess is roughly L-shaped. Accessed by double-doors, the corridor-side wall has a bank of four replicators from which members of the crew can order food and beverages. A pair of two-person tables occupy the space by the viewports, while four more two-person and one four-person table occupy the rest of the available space. In the unlikely event more seating is needed, a storage room across the corridor has more chairs.==



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Posted Star Date 22205.15 @ 16:13 (04:13 PM)

<< from Crew Quarters << 
 
The room was surprisingly empty apart from one of the cleaning crew who had just finished  hovering the floor. 
 
Kai hid behind Raven's legs as she wasn't keen the noise made  by the hover. With a click the hover was silent. 
 
“Don't worry Little Missy, we're all done so you can eat in peace”  The crewman said as he packed away his cleaning supply's. 
 
Kevin Blake was one of the crewmen who was caught in the plasma fire on deck five. And seemed to love seeing Kai. 
 
“So what's on the menu today Doc” 
 
“Well Kai has put on a little weight so She's having carrots and meat” 
 
“Sounds yummy, well wish I could join Ya, But the floors don't clean themselves ” Kevin said as 
 
Raven smiled as Kai rolled on to her back for a belly rub to which Kevin obliged. 
 
“Well you have a friend for life now” Raven commented as she moved over to get their food
 
“Yep, unfortunately Duty calls so have a nice day Lady's” Kevin said giving Kai a friendly pat then gathered his equipment and left the Mess leaving Raven and Kai to their food. 
 
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Edited by Lt Raven Hurst, Star Date 22205.15 @ 16:38 (04:38 PM).


#3 Lt (JG) Asfar Farhat Alturkia {Black}

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Posted Star Date 22205.15 @ 17:05 (05:05 PM)

Asfar walked into the mess hall to get some breakfast before he started another fun fab filled day of mirth and merriment pulling out half the relays on deck three in order to test them before reinstalling them or fitting replacements.

 

Oh the joys...

 

It had been two weeks since they'd managed to stop a civil war. Invent a whole new branch of science and prevent the birth of a massive space born lifeform that would have potentially killed millions. But that was what being in Starfleet was all about. It had been slow.

 

As he walked into the mess hall, he passed one of the support team leaving, carrying a hover. As an engineer with years of experience behind him, he had no idea how the hover things actually worked or what they did. People like Kevin here would just turn them on and walk around the ship waving them back and forth across the deck. Doing something. The floor never looked any cleaner after they'd passed. Maybe it did something and made the metal stronger? He wondered. It was one of those questions that would likely never be answered.

 

Next, he saw standing by a replicator a small dark haired woman dressed in black jeans and tee shirt, with a dog. The rest of the room was empty. Off the top of his head he didn't recognise woman straight away, but he knew there were only two people on the ship who had had to have their quarters modified to handle dogs. The Captain and the ships chief medical officer.

 

Asfar wasn't a big fan of dogs. He didn't mind them, as long as they stayed over there. But he was hungry. And as long as it didn't try licking him, it would be fine.

 

Good Morning, Doctor.” He said as he approached.

 

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Edited by Lt (JG) Asfar Farhat Alturkia {Black}, Star Date 22205.15 @ 17:09 (05:09 PM).


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Posted Star Date 22205.19 @ 21:17 (09:17 PM)

Entering the Crew Mess, K'ehley saw two other crew members. She recognised them, the crew compliment was small enough after all, but with new crew coming on board on rotation she knew some from the last rotation would have departed by now.
 
And I should have been one of them. She thought miserably, for about the millionth time. But where would I have gone? Some research station where the likelihood of nuking the subject of study with photon torpedoes would be zero seems like a good idea, but I didn't think I'd have that situation with a survey vessel either. Was it too late to leave now?
 
Her brooding was distracted by the sight of a small animal standing beside the form of doctor Hurst. In her hungover state the Klingon briefly wondered why the doctor had ordered her food live, then she remembered that she wasn't on a Klingon vessel. The animal was a pet, and among most Federation people eating pets was frowned upon.
 
With a nod and a grunt to the off duty officers the Klingon walked over to the nearest vacant replicator station and placed the empty bloodwine bottle in the alcove. Pressing the button to recycle she dimly watched the sparkling atoms dematerialise the bottle. Not in the mood to advertise her next order to the room by using voice interface to the computer, she tapped the icons to request a plate of ribs and two beverages. One was a fresh bottle of bloodwine and the other was a hangover cure she'd been introduced to by a fellow cadet when she was at the Academy on Earth. The cadet was from some place on Earth called Scotland, and he swore by a traditional medicinal drink he called 'Iron Brew'. It had a secret recipe that he claimed was handed down in his family, and he shared it with a select few. The taste was sweet and syrupy, but by Fek'lhr's beard it really worked.  K'ehley had programmed that into the Philly replicator database when she had first come aboard.
 
Once they appeared she picked up the tray they materialised on and turned to walk over to the door to leave.
 
>> Unless you're quick, she's heading back to Quarters >>

Edited by Lt K'ehley, Star Date 22205.19 @ 21:20 (09:20 PM).


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Posted Star Date 22205.19 @ 22:06 (10:06 PM)

Tracking down an errant crewmember had been something Jenny had gotten very good at aboard the Gettysburg and later the Artemis; she'd learned the shortcuts, the quickest way to route a turbolift to head off someone who was avoiding her, and where there were bottlenecks she could use to her advantage. Aboard the Philadelphia, there was little need; the ship was simply so small that one couldn't go far without bumping into someone from her 60-ish person crew. This time, Jenny was tracking their brilliant yet recently-sullen Klingon Chief Science Officer; it was no secret that the Science staff had been devastated by Jenny's decision to destroy the Crystalline Entity (though that in itself wasn't her intention), but K'ehley had seemingly taken it personally.

 

Can't say I blame her, to be honest.

 

The Computer had listed K'Ehley's last location as heading towards the Mess Hall, and while Jenny didn't exactly relish the idea of ducking food being flung at her, it was a damn sight better than what might occur if she approached the woman in the comfort of her own quarters. As she rounded the corner and the doors hissed open, she could see the Lieutenant standing by the replicator. Her food and beverages appeared, and she turned towards the door, towering over Jenny by more than a foot. Craning her neck to look up at the taller woman, Jenny cleared her throat.

 

"I was just about to comm. you, Lieutenant. The J'Shashian Government have requested that we assist them in excavating the area the Crystalline Entity was growing in; they want to study its effects on the local environment and make sure it's no longer a threat to their world. I want you to get together with Lieutenant Hydish and put a team together; we have excavation and tunneling equipment aboard, but if you need anything more specialised, requisition it from the Jupiter."

 

With a heavy sigh, Jenny continued.

 

"If there is any chance the Entity is still alive down there, your orders are to find a way to free it without risking the lives of your people, the Philadelphia, or the J'Shashian people. It took a constant graviton beam for the Enterprise to destroy the last one Star Fleet came across, so I doubt we did much more than hurt its feelings, which means it'll want to break free again before long. We can always worry about the ramifications galaxy-wide afterwards."



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Posted Star Date 22205.20 @ 19:57 (07:57 PM)

 “Good Morning, Doctor.” Alturkia said as he approached. 
 
Raven hadn't had much interaction with the engineer, apart from when he was bringing his work colleagues in to sick bay for treatment. 
 
Kai moved towards Alturkia and sniffed around his legs in a friendly manor. With her training she knew what to do when meeting new people. Calm and gentle like dealing with a sleeping baby. 
 
Raven smiled at the Egyptian, Who seemed to be hesitant around the dog. Almost like he never had to interact with anything knee high and covered in fur. Raven had a sneaky suspicion that he was the same with children, holding them at arm's length and wearing a bio-hazard suit. 
 
“Good morning Lieutenant, how are you today ?” Rave asked as she collected the food she had requested and placed one on the floor and the other on a near by table, Carrot's and meat for Kai, fruit salad for Raven. 
 
The entrance of the chief science officer, was fast as she entered the room giving Raven and Alturkia a nod then proceeded to place an empty bottle in to the replicator for recycling and requesting two new bottles. She seemed to be in a foul mood.  
 
Kai moved her interest from the Engineer to the Science officer. Something must have been interesting for the Dog as she moved  in closer to the Klingon. Tail wagging. 
 
“Alturkia,  K'ehley, Would you two like to join us for breakfast ? Raven asked as she indicated to the table.  
 
The door's opened, with the entrance of the captain, Braggins, the mood seemed to change just like Kai's attention from  K'ehley to Braggins. Kai was practically space invading as she now sniffed Braggins. Tail wagging even faster almost taking on the look of a propeller, going around in circles rather than her normal left and right motion. 
 
Braggins obviously needed to talk to K'ehley, so Raven tried to get Kai's attention to move her away
from the two, But Kai wasn't having it and chose to nudge Braggins instead. 
 
== Tag Everyone ==  

Edited by Lt Raven Hurst, Star Date 22205.20 @ 20:03 (08:03 PM).


#7 Lt (JG) Asfar Farhat Alturkia {Black}

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Posted Star Date 22205.21 @ 09:03 (09:03 AM)

“Good morning Lieutenant, how are you today?” Asked the Doctor in reply as her dog tuned and began sniffing his legs.

 

“Good.” Replied Asfar as he tried to shuffle aside to avoid the nose or fur bruising against his legs. “Just another fun, fab, filled day, or mirth, merriment and...” He paused as he thought for a moment. “Saturday. Ahead of me.” He finished with a neutral face.

 

After the last few months, the ship had pretty much been stressed somewhat beyond its specifications, and a lot had of systems needed work. If it hadn't been for the crew from the Jupiter, it was doubtful if they'd be even on their way again in the next couple of months.

 

He watched as the woman replicated something for herself and the dog, while he then made his selection. Five Weetabix. It was going to be a long day.

 

Behind them, a tall Klingon woman entered. She looked like she didn't want any interaction as she refilled her bloodwine bottle along with her order.

 

“Alturkia, K'ehley, Would you two like to join us for breakfast ? Asked the Doctor turning his attention back to her.

 

Asfar glanced back at the Klingon to see the Captain enter.

 

“I'll join you.” he said taking a seat opposite her, while the dog padded over to sniff the Captain.

 

 

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Posted Star Date 22206.04 @ 20:56 (08:56 PM)

K'ehley was on her way to the door when a voice called her name, making her slow, but not stop.
 
“Alturkia,  K'ehley, Would you two like to join us for breakfast ? Doctor Hurst asked as she indicated to the table.
 
Before the Klingon could respond, the door that she was approaching opened in front of her and Captain Braggins entered. K'ehley stopped abruptly in surprise.
 
"I was just about to comm. you, Lieutenant. The J'Shashian Government have requested that we assist them in excavating the area the Crystalline Entity was growing in; they want to study its effects on the local environment and make sure it's no longer a threat to their world. I want you to get together with Lieutenant Hydish and put a team together; we have excavation and tunneling equipment aboard, but if you need anything more specialised, requisition it from the Jupiter." the captain said, looking up at the Klingon scientist.
 
K'ehley blinked in further surprise. At the sight of the captain the anger and resentment within her found a focus, as this was the person who had ordered the strike on the infant Crystalline Entity, but without pause, the captain went straight into a list of instructions involving K'ehley and her department aiding the locals in excavating the site where the Entity had been living. The lack of preamble or chance to get a word in edgewise left the Klingon blinking and disarmed, figuratively and literally speaking. 
 
With a heavy sigh, the captain continued.
 
"If there is any chance the Entity is still alive down there, your orders are to find a way to free it without risking the lives of your people, the Philadelphia, or the J'Shashian people. It took a constant graviton beam for the Enterprise to destroy the last one Star Fleet came across, so I doubt we did much more than hurt its feelings, which means it'll want to break free again before long. We can always worry about the ramifications galaxy-wide afterwards."
 
Wait, 'any chance the Entity is still alive'...? K'ehley blinked in surprise again. It had been assumed that the strike from the Philadelphia had destroyed the creature. All this time that had passed, time that K'ehley had been brooding and angry, the immature Crystalline Entity may have survived after all?
 
"I... ah, that is, yes captain." the science chief stammered, trying to regain her composure.
 
"If the Entity did survive then we will find out. I will find Lieutenant Hydish, ah, once I have finished my meal and cleaned up. Thank you Captain." she said with a bow of the head. 
 
With that, she stepped over to the door and took her tray of food back to her Quarters, her heart beat increasing and her thoughts suddenly clear and racing at the prospect of studying this unique being once again.
 
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Posted Star Date 22207.23 @ 20:45 (08:45 PM)

== NRC - Rouse Bernie – Tactical – Bajoran ==

 

 

Bernie turned the corner. Approached the mess hall. Walked in, and...

 

There were three Klingons looking somewhat worse the ware along with two other Starfleet officers. One in Blue, the other in Orange.

 

As was expected from Klingons, they seemed both grouchy. But they also seemed somewhat subdued. Each seemed to have been given a mug of what she assumed was Rakajino. They didn't seem too impressed.

 

Nodding to her colleagues, she headed to the replicator. “Tarkalian Tea.” She said before cautiously taking a seat in the opposite corner to the group.

 

 

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#10 Ens Art d'Tor'an {Murphy}

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Posted Star Date 22207.26 @ 22:11 (10:11 PM)

==Note to Black: this post starts off behind yours, timeline-wise. I’ll post next as my actual NPC, and reply to you in that, after I get them out of Sickbay with a post from that account.==
 
== NPC: Newton Blackford, Alpha Team - Marksman, Human Male==
 
 
With Sickbay being down the hall from the Crew Mess, D’Tor’an was undoubtedly closer. Being the case, Blackford made sure to hurry his gait in order to beat them there; he was only one deck up, so it wasn’t hard. Of course, he wasn’t sure how fast these Klingon Warriors could move. Injured or not, he was not dumb enough to question the swiftness of a warrior. 
 
Things were clear for now. He couldn’t stop people from coming in, and so decided to just stand near the door and await Ensign D’Tor’an and their guests. Should be an interesting sight, he thought to himself, picturing three huge Klingons in armor, and Artie in Starfleet Security orange. I wonder if they speak English?
 
He found out, a couple minutes later, when the three warriors were escorted in by the Security officer, and a medical officer who looked more than a little nervous. The Klingon Warriors were muttering to themselves in their native tongue, words of which the Security Officer didn’t seem to have an issue with, and the nurse in tow seemed very much to take issue with. 
 
“I’ll -uh- get them something to drink.” The nurse stammered, heading straight for a food replicator. She ordered three drinks of who-knew-what, and smelled stronger than Blackford’s morning coffee, and as she handed them out, Blackford was able to have a short conversation with D’Tor’an about the CTO's request. Luckily, she said she’d give it a look, provided it was on a PADD, and Newton immediately understood why. 
 
He headed out the door as quickly as he had come in: D’Tor’an didn’t want the Klingons to know they were looking at their systems, as they still had no idea what the full story was, what their motives were, or what their frame of minds were. The silently-agreed-upon plan was then for Blackford to go back to Security, let the CTO know that D’Tor’an could help, and then run the information back to the Ensign, sitting watching over the Klingons, working on their systems directly under their noses. Subterfuge was interesting either way you cut it. 
 
 
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#11 Ens Art d'Tor'an {Murphy}

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Posted Star Date 22207.26 @ 22:35 (10:35 PM)

>>Sickbay>>
 
It was an interesting feeling, walking down the hallway of a Federation ship, with three male Klingons, none of them her family, and them making smalltalk among themselves as if they were. Speaking in another language often made other people nervous, and the poor nurse that came with them certainly was quiet as a mouse. Luckily, the Warriors weren’t saying anything inflammatory- towards Starfleet anyway. Useless stuff like how the battle had been tough, but worth it, and their enemies had been cowards, since they had been the ones to die. At least they died in battle, though, and so maybe they did deserve a small amount of honor. To Art, it was casual chit-chat. 
 
Entering the Mess Hall, Art felt satisfied that it was clear, though Blackford lingered out of the corner of her eye. The nurse of course fled immediately, purporting that the Klingons needed refreshments, and as she handed out the drinks, Blackford took her aside. Apparently the Bridge was having issues translating the Klingon ships’ files, and needed someone fluent in the language to assist. “I can’t leave,” Art replied, her reasons obvious, “But get it to me on a PADD, and I’ll translate what I can, for sure.” 
 
Away Blackford went, to the probable chagrin of Nurse Anderson, and Art felt more at ease as the three Klingon Warriors settled into the Federation chairs, their chatter now falling to insult Federation-replicated food. She stood closer to the three than the nurse did, content with the fact that if they were well enough to complain, they were well enough, period. 
 
Probably should have stood at the door, Art thought, watching someone walk in. The Bajoran nodded to them as she passed, headed to the same replicator that Nurse Anderson had used. 
 
“Hi Bernie!” Nurse Anderson said, jumping at the chance to speak to someone who spoke English. Art smiled a bit at the opportunistic exchange, feeling bad for the woman who had just wanted a cup of tea. 
 
 
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Posted Star Date 22207.27 @ 18:27 (06:27 PM)

== NRC - Rouse Bernie – Bajoran Tactical ==

 

“Hi Bernie!” Said Anderson once she had delivered whatever she'd replicated for and delivered to the Klingons.

 

“Hi Serina.” She replied to the blond woman. And gave a long distance 'Hi-Five' like wave to D'Tor'an across the room. “Art.”

 

She was already seated by now, and had her hands wrapped around her tea cup. Anderson had sat opposite her. Rouse gestured toward the three.

 

“So. What's with those three then?” She asked.

 

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Posted Star Date 22208.19 @ 17:15 (05:15 PM)

==Apologies for the absolutely belated reply. I think I was waiting for something else to happen somewhere, and then events on the Bridge took all my attention / priority, lol==
 
 
Blackford had come and gone, with the promise of being back, but it was a different security officer who showed up with a PADD. Handing it off quickly to Artie, there were no words exchanged, and the man went quickly back out the way he came. Is it the Klingons? Art wondered, looking at their guests, still happily trashing the Federation’s raktajino in their native language. Art could only shrug, and look at the information on the PADD, stuffed full of raw data from the Klingon’s ships’ systems. 
 
 
 
==Nurse Anderson==
 
Serina paid little attention to the officer who dropped off the PADD to d’Tor’an; in fact, as soon as they left, she couldn’t have told you who the person was. She was just glad to talk to someone, and be away from the corner of Klingons. She didn’t mind d’Tor’an, but having three full-blooded, bloody Klingons, plus one Klingon-ish watching them, seemed like enough rowdiness for her. 
 
“So. What's with those three then?” The Bajoran had asked. The nurse, in return, gave the group a side-eye, clearly not feeling any sort of positive way about being over there. 
 
“They’re from one of the ships,” she said, leaning in, full gossip mode. “I think they’re from the ship that was less damaged - there’s more in Sickbay, one’s in surgery right now! Don’t think they’re going to make it, to be honest.” Another glance over to that corner, where the Federation Security Ensign was staring intently at the PADD, making notes. “They really crowded, and stunk up Sickbay, ugh…” She continued in her hushed voice, “I really don’t know what we’re supposed to do with this lot except watch them, and make sure they don’t ‘go into battle’ with anybody here…” Serina rolled her eyes up in a clear ‘can you believe this’ expression, shaking her head. 
 
 
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Posted Star Date 22208.21 @ 13:29 (01:29 PM)

== NRC - Rouse Bernie – Bajoran Tactical ==

 

“They’re from one of the ships,” Said Serina as she leant in close to whisper her gossip. “I think they’re from the ship that was less damaged - there’s more in Sickbay, one’s in surgery right now! Don’t think they’re going to make it, to be honest.”

 

“Oh dear.” Replied Bernie. There wasn't much more she could say to that really.

 

“They really crowded, and stunk up Sickbay, ugh…” Serina continued.

 

Bernie made a small bur exaggerated wafting move with her hand as she said; “And thank you so much for bringing them here instead.”

 

“I really don’t know what we’re supposed to do with this lot except watch them, and make sure they don’t ‘go into battle’ with anybody here…” said the blond while giving her best 'Yeah, right!' face.

 

Bernie looked over to where D'Tor'an was across the room, briefly talking with another security officer who'd dropped off a PADD and vanished.

 

“Well, if it comes to that,” Said Bernie to Serina. “We do have our own warrior whirlwind over there to keep them in check.”

 

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Posted Star Date 22209.02 @ 12:44 (12:44 PM)

==Taking matters into my own hands!==
 
It was strange: as Art buried herself in the PADD of Klingonese, things around her faded away slightly. She was comfortable in a chair, there were three boisterous Klingons sitting near her, and it was almost as if she was curling up with a good book. It felt like home. These Klingons were not her brothers, but anyone who looked over at this scene could see that Artemis, Daughter of Tor’an, was completely at ease. Even when there was seemingly an argument among the three men, Artie didn’t so much as twitch. 
 
mInDu'wIj![1]
 
One of the Klingons shouted, standing up and slamming his empty cup on the table. The mug shattered, spraying pieces everywhere. Art calmly pressed a button on the PADD, looking thoughtful. 
 
“batlh potlh?!” [2]
 
The second and third Klingons stood up, one flipping the table, the other standing for the reason that the table had been flipped. Art closed her eyes for a moment, and pressed a button on the side of the PADD to clear the screen. Now there were three shattered mugs on the floor, each with varying degrees of liquid spilled out from them, and the table on its side. 
 
“loDnI'lI' bItlhob!” [3]
 
From the woman that usually seemed fairly stoic, and quiet, and certainly was known for keeping her emotions in check, there was a definite eye roll from Art. You could have seen it even if you were across the room. Slowly, the half-Klingon female began to get up from her chair, which was still inches away from the disagreement. She might have even sighed (but who could hear her over the arguing?). 
 
The two Klingons warriors were already facing off against each other, circling each other like two great cats on the wild plains. The third warrior was being handed their other two’s spare weapons, bits of sharp objects that could be used as shanks, that were hidden all over their uniforms. Placing the PADD gently on her chair, Artemis stuck one arm between the two Klingons, waving to get their attention. 
 
“yIjotchoH,” She said sternly, her tone flat. “wa' neH. raS. ba'. SaS bIvum. Pagh SaH.” [4]
 
While the Klingons stared down each other, and stared down her, deciding if they should listen to her or not, Art took a quick look out of the corner of her eye to see who was in the room should she need back up. The mousey nurse from Sickbay, and an off-duty Bajoran Tactical officer. Well, at least the Tactical officer had some sort of combat training. 
 
 
 
[1] - “That is a lie!”
[2] - “Dare question my honor?!”
[3] - “I will kill you, brother!”
[4] - “Calm down,” “table” “Sit. Unfortunate you are bored. No one cares.”
 
 
==GM: Again, asking for anything that jumps out at Art during her translations…==
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Posted Star Date 22209.02 @ 19:20 (07:20 PM)

== NRC - Rouse Bernie – Bajoran Tactical ==

 

No sooner had Bernie made her comment about D'Tor'an when the three Klingons began rowing among themselves.

 

Having never learned any languages other than her own or Federation standard. She had no clue as to what was taking place, but the flipping of a table pretty much translated no matter what language you spoke.

 

Rouse was on her feet and... D'Tor'an was already there. In between the three.

She's either very brave or very stupid...

 

Assessing the situation, there were three Klingons. And three Starfleet. In less than a beat, Rouse dismissed Anderson as being any assistance if things went south. Medics tended to be more of a liability in combat situations.

 

This could go either way she concluded in that nanosecond between thought and reaction. She could call for more security, but that move alone could trigger this situation further.

The last thing they wanted right now would be a new young green officer hoping to make a name for themselves to walk in...

 

 

== Tag D'Tor'an. (Did I read that Donatra was thinking of heading this way soon? Mwhahahaha!) ==

 



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Posted Star Date 22209.07 @ 23:55 (11:55 PM)

The chit-chat prior to the fight had revolved around the Klingons' alleged battle and the shame of having to be rescued by the Federation. One thing that did stand out, though, was mention of traitors in the Empire; who they had defeated in a skirmish and would surely defeat in the war.



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Posted Star Date 22210.05 @ 01:04 (01:04 AM)

With the three Klingon warriors quelled -in Art’s mind, at least- she settled back down to her translations, though they were becoming less and less interesting. It was fairly standard readings for what they had been told had taken place: three Klingon ships in battle, two of them now more or less in Federation custody, with one Klingon ship destroyed in the end. 
 
Weapons signatures matched Klingon designs, shields were of no consequence, and Art passed right over those specifications, as they also had Klingon signatures. In battle, communication tended to be had with weapons, so there hadn’t been too much communication between the ships themselves, even the two ships that had been on the same side. Like on the physical battlefield, Klingons tended to communicate through movement rather than through orders. 
 
There were stains on the floor, the table looked a little battered, and the three Klingons had fallen silent. Artie ground her teeth, wondering how much longer she was supposed to babysit their guests for. Having no idea what was going on outside of this room didn’t help, especially since Security hadn’t received orders on where they were going to even put their guests once Dr. Hurst was done with her patient in Sickbay. 
 
Resisting the urge to sigh at her PADD, Art frowned at the Klingons’ talk of battles, and a larger-brewing, possible war. She abandoned the schematics and readings of the recent battle, and instead went into the logs of the ship. How many battles had they been in, recently, anyway? 
 
 
==GM: Is it possible to get an answer to that question?==