Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch

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Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

July 01, 2019, 12:41:21 PM

STARDATE 57583.54
MARCH 21, 2381
0850 hrs.

[ Captain Ruzaxo, son of Balto, of the House of Martok, Captain of the IKS Kut’luch | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @Numen @BZ @fiendfall @Zodiac

As the transporter haze diminished, Ruzaxo took in the distinctly Federation transporter room that he was now standing in. Where the Kut’luch’s was small, dark and showing its age and dignified history, this one was clean, bright an unmarked. Like a babe fresh from its mother’s breast, unknowing what the harsh universe had in store for it. Perhaps it wasn’t a fair description, given what this ship had endured just to get to where it was, but that was the first thought that came when Ruzaxo sort a comparison.

He was here now, to gather up those crewmembers from the USS Theurgy that Zyrao Natauna had said had volunteered to accompany him on his ship to investigate a missing scout. It had missed its last two check-ins and the Kut’luch was being dispatched to investigate. The issue was, that after a recent engagement with a band of pirates, the B’rel class Bird-of-Prey was both damaged and undermanned. The damage he and his remaining crew would deal with as best they could but he would be more comfortable if he had close to a full crew complement, rather than the half-crew he had presently.

He had requested replacements from the High Command but found that almost all new warriors were being assigned to larger ships in need of crew or to other vessels hastily being constructed to replenish the losses the fleet had suffered in fighting the Borg. The very ship he now stood upon had been at that battle and he was told that it showed the scars incurred in surviving. It had been while discussing that very battle with a former crewmate, that they had suggested he ask Zyrao Natauna if anyone on board would care to assist. Afterall, they were scouting the system in question to procure materials to repair their ship. Materials that the Klingons themselves did not usually use.

“It pays to know the Chancellor and be a member of his house,” Ruzaxo thought to himself as he looked around and spied the El-Aurian female standing nearby. Stepping down off the transporter pad, the Klingon captain bowed his head at the woman responsible for acquiring him a replacement crew.

“As requested, I have beamed aboard to meet my replacements,” Ruzaxo said curtly. At over 80 years old and with more than half a century of combat experience behind him, he had little use for tardiness. “Not that I see any present. Where are they? I will not have sluggards aboard the Kut’luch.”

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Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #1 – July 03, 2019, 04:45:18 PM

[Zyrao Natauna – Klingon Liaison | Time to Shine | Finding the Right People | Time to get Started | Getting Everyone Together]
@Stegro88 @Numen @Zodiac @fiendfall

Zyrao stood there, on the ship, with her hands clasped gently behind her back. Waiting for everyone, including the Klingon, to come on in. Grey eyes staring forward though she wasn't really looking at anything specific. She was just waiting. This was her first official thing that she had to do as the Theurgy's Liaison. Finally, she heard the transport beam behind her, though she didn't turn right away, the man could speak to her back for the moment. She was not just a woman that worked with the Klingon and the Theurgy she was from the Chancellor's house and she wore his badge proudly. She was still even in her comfortable Klingon uniform. But, it was the more formal one, with the band across her chest from shoulder to hip and the crest of Martok's house on her chest as well. Finally, she spun slowly on a booted heel to take in the Klingon that was coming into the ship. Her eyes studied him for a moment, she had not yet met this one but he had all of the confidence and ego that came with his race.

Her grey eyes sized him up a moment and she gave a bit of a grin as he told her that she hoped she had chosen well. Furthermore, that none of them having arrived yet. She chuckled softly and brushed a hand through her short but well cared for hair giving a nod.

“You won't be disappointed.” she assured him. “I have picked the best for you and your mission.” she assured him with a shrug of her shoulder. The glow of another person coming onto the ship, Zyrao gave a grin and nodded to the spot.

“Here comes one now.” she stated.

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | A New Mission | Getting Busy | Not Sure What to Expect | First Official Work of the Theurgy]

The transportation beam, pulled Zephyr from her spot on the Theurgy over to this new ship with a Klingon name she wasn't quite ready to wrap her mouth around. She stood there a moment getting her bearings in her Science teal. She had her kit with her, just incase it was necessary, as she wasn't exactly sure what the Klingon vessel would have that she could easily use. She bit her lower lip as she looked at the two people that were on the Bridge. One of them, was the one that had requested her appearance here. Not thought any physical meeting just a message that she had received on her PADD and she had looked into the woman, who was El-Aurian in nature. But, Zeph didn't mind in the least that she had been asked. Instead, she found herself getting excited for being asked for something like this. Because she hadn't expected to be picked for something so quickly.

Her eyes shifted to the Klingon with a look on his face. She was glad that her dark eyes were no longer a thing and she had gotten her eyes corrected back to the hazel green that she had before. She hadn't wanted to lose her full Betazoid heritage, so she had kept that. She had just wanted her eyes back. She felt much more herself that way. Regardless, though, she just wanted to be herself again. Zeph smiled at the both of them.

“Lieutenant Zephyr Praise, reporting.” she told them both. “Science.” Just incase it wasn't obvious. She looked around the shuttle and found a spot for herself. Tucking her kit underneath the console she waited for the others to join them and she knew that they likely would soon. The Theurgy crew seemed to be the sort that would enjoy getting to go go out and do whatever they could to help the universe. That was really what had pulled Zeph into the mission herself.

“I am Zyrao Natauna, the Klingon Liaison and this is Captain Ruzaxo.” she told Zephyr with her grey eyes piercing through the younger Scientist. Zeph twisted in her seat and offered them both her friendly and warm smile.

“Pleasure to meet you both, I'm eager to head out.” she admitted with an excitement that could only be truly genuine.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #2 – July 05, 2019, 08:56:00 PM

Khorin raced through the corridors. The unlucky crew members who had the misfortune to cross the running Klingon path either got out of his way or were ruthlessly crushed by his massive figure. There was no ill intention in that attitude, but the pilot's mind was focused on REACHING the transporter room as soon as posible. So centered was in that task that he wasn't fully aware of his surroundings, just of his destination. And, after all, a hundred kilo Klingon wearing the traditional armour and the traditional (and big and noisy) boots was very easy to spot... and consequently to dodge. So if anyone was scatterbrained enough to get in his route, it wasn't the Lone Wolf's fault.

The problem was he was late. Only marginally late, but late after all. And while Khorin had a rather lax approach to regulations and schedules, this time he wanted to give a positive first impression. The KDF liaison had sent him a message, requesting his presence for a mission on a Klingon ship. It hadn't been a proposal, or a suggestion. It had been an order, brief and with no room for refusal. It was neither that Khorin was willing to dodge that mission. Being part of the crew of a good old B'Rel was one of his childhood dreams come true.

At a juncture, a candid crew member had the audacity to stand between Khorin and his target, unaware that her perdition was approaching in the form of a ridged warrior in a rush. The poor human woman was too absorbed in studying one of the Padds she was carrying around, while she held at least another twenty in an unstable balance between her arms. The collision looked like if a targ stepped on an anthill. The padds were blown out of the air. The red-shirted woman tumbled on the floor and received two blunt Klingon stamps on her back. The devices spread around the floor, in a downpour of broken parts and shards of glass. Surprisingly one of the Padds remained intact, thanks in good part to falling right on the head of the unfortunate woman, who hissed in pain. The Lone Wolf, for his part, barely stumbled forward, and kept advancing forward like the force of nature it was. At his back, Cameron groaned in pain.

Unaware of the hit-and-run he had just perpetrated, Khorin accelerated his pace a bit, his strides even wider than usual, leaping over several floorplates every time he performed one. It wasn't as he had wasted time, so he was late. The problem was that the requirement had arrived while he was on a patrol. It was a routine exercise and, if everything had gone as in the previous patrolling, he would have had more than enough time to return to vector two, take a shower, stuff himself in his Klingon civilian clothes and get to the transporter room on time. However, the sensors of one of his Pack fellows had detected something unusual and the Wolf Leader had ordered an exhaustive scan, worrying that it might threaten the Theurgy or their allies. Yet after more than an hour of unsuccessful search in an asteriod field which surrounded one of the system's gas giants, they had decided it was just a sensor error. Or that, whatever they had detected, had left the area. For this reason it was barely fifteen minutes since he had landed his fighter in the FAB and had jumped from the cockpit to go to the locker room as soon as he could, ignoring the reports he had to write and the banter of his fellow pilots.

Due to the limited time available, he had had to prioritize. He had decided to skip the shower, had replicated the same armor type he had worn when he had acted as Commander Stark's escort and had rushed to Transporter Room 3. But, as usual, haste made waste. Klingon armor was supposed to be ready for combat in a blink, but it was bulky, and lumpy and full of pieces that didn't properly fit if you didn't have practice wearing it. And the young Klingon had rarely worn them, so his ability to embed himself in one was far from optimal. So it had taken too long, he had fought with the piece that protected the spine excessively long and had ended up leaving the locker room as he hopped with one leg while he tried to put on one of the heavy, pointed boots in his other foot.

So when he arrived at his destination he was a ragged Klingon, his armor badly adjusted, disheveled and reeking from sweat and a kind of motor oil that had leaked in his cockpit. He could not remember if he had reported this malfunction, but he hoped that one of the technical FAB would notice.

What was not his surprise when he discovered who was waiting for him. The Klingon captain (gray-haired, short-tempered and with grim face) was someone he had expected. However, the liaison was not a Klingon (as he had imagined) but a human-passable woman. A woman with the Martok House brooch over her shoulder. Unconsciously, the pilot's right hand touched the symbol of his own House, which adorned his shoulder. The pin was tilted and misplaced, the same as the silver cord that marked him as someone in the line of succession of the Head of the House, but at least he had remembered to replicate them. Ways were important.

"Lieutenant JG Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai, reporting" He bellowed to call the attention of those in the room to himself. To make it clear that, even slightly late, there he was. It was then that he discovered the other person present in the room. Zeph. The pilot was unable to prevent that a wide grin etched in his beared face. A mission among other Klingons was a gift. That same mission together with his Kyamo, was a real delight.

OOC: would be formating later

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #3 – July 06, 2019, 12:50:36 AM

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zark | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @fiendfall
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Zark ran down the corridor, phaser rifle in hand. "Shit, shit, shit." she cursed in Andorian. She was late and as a Security Officer and a proud Andorian Warrior she prided herself on performing her duty to the best of her ability and as professionally as possible, which included actually being on time for said duty.

She had heard that a Klingon Captain had been looking for volunteers for a mission to go and search for a missing scout ship and had volunteered to go on the mission. She had never been one to turn down a mission if given the opportunity and the appear of seeing what serving on a Klingon ship was an opportunity and experience she wasn't going to turn down. Unfortunately some idiot down in the armoury had forgotten to charge all the phaser rifle power cells, leaving Zark having to frantically search for some charged ones instead of just grabbing some and being on her merry way. At least you noticed they were dead before you went on the mission, that would be far worse. she thought.

Luckily a 5'8 female Andorian wearing Security Gold and carrying a Phaser Rifle wasn't exactly easy to miss, so most people either heard or saw her coming and cleared a path for her, after all if a Security officer was running through the ship with a weapon, surely something must be happen. However as she rounded a corner at high speed, Zark barely managed to register a woman in a red shirt gathering up a bunch of scattered, broken PADD's up off the floor before semi-colliding into her, hearing the poor woman tumble again, the PADD's hitting the floor. "Sorry!" Zark called back while simultaneously not breaking her stride.

Eventually managing to sprint into the Transporter Room, Zark came to a stop just before the transporter pad and took a second to catch her breath before stepping up onto it and giving the Transporter Chief a smile. "One to transport to the Klingon vessel Kut'Luch." she said, watching as the chief programmed the destination. "Ready ma'am."

Taking a moment to double check her rifle, straighten out her uniform and double check to make sure that her Chaka blade was attached at her hip before nodding "Energise."

Beaming onto the Bridge, her glance first went to the Captain and the human looking woman next to him before her gaze shifted over to the large Klingon close to her and one of the Theurgy's science officers, neither of which she knew personally but had recognised from their personnel files, of which every Security Officer had to read in order to know who actually served on the ship and was meant to be there or not in case an intruder ever boarded.

Turning her gaze back to the Klingon Captain, she addressed him "Lieutenant JG XamotZark zh’Ptrell, Security Officer and Combat Medic reporting aboard." she said. "But you can all call me Zark, I know how difficult Andorian names can be for some people to pronounce." she added with a smile.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #4 – July 07, 2019, 12:57:21 PM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @Zodiac

Morgan hadn’t deliberately tried to be late. He had just been caught up with an issue in the heat regulation system for the public baths that had led to people alternately scalding and freezing themselves like they were using an old world shower and not a modern piece of technology. That had taken longer than expected but he hadn’t wanted to leave it halfway through for some other technician to try to puzzle out what had and hadn’t been done, and there had been no one available to brief properly. He’d just had to get it done as quickly as possible, and then head to his quarters to get changed. Luckily they were meeting on deck 12 so his room was almost on the way, technically.

He hadn’t meant to drag his feet, he just kept finding little things that needed doing. He’d meant to be ready a full half hour ago, but here he was, still standing waiting for a turbolift, his newly-acquired civillian clothes feeling strange against his skin. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go on this mission — he could technically have turned it down, after all — just that he was… apprehensive. The whole stay at Aldea made him nervous, but he had gotten over that with his trip planetside. For a long time, his Klingon crewmates had made him nervous, but he’d reached a point where that was no longer the case as he’d drawn the distinction between ‘Klingon’ and ‘KDF’ firmly in his mind. He hoped to draw that same distinction now, between ‘KDF’ and the specific individuals among them who had murdered his crew, his captain, and tried so very hard to destroy his spirit before they came for his life.

The turbolift felt small when he stepped into it, the crushing weight of thousands of tonnes of rock and ice pressing down above him, the darkness lit only by the glittering fear in the eyes of his fellow prisoners. He pressed himself against the wall and breathed. He hadn’t been claustrophobic in a turbolift for almost a year, and he wasn’t about to start again now. He’d come a long way. He wouldn’t give that up.

He could have turned this assignment down. He clung to that fact. He could have, but he hadn’t, because he thought he could handle it. He wanted to be able to handle it. He wanted to grow stronger, he wanted to get ahold of himself, his mind and his prejudices, he wanted to be in control of what he thought and about whom. The B’rel he was to serve on was a test he had set himself. But it was still one he was very much not looking forward to.

The trip down two decks took an age, a lifetime haunted by sounds he knew weren’t there, by the people who lived in the back of his mind, the edge of his vision. When he stepped from the turbolift, he dusted them off, making a concerted effort of will to put them back in the box in his head and triple lock it. He could deal with them later; for now he had a duty to perform.

He thought he’d done quite well at distancing himself, actually, making it all the way to the transporter room and reporting in — ‘Chief Petty Officer Song, sir’ — with barely even a tremor in his voice in the face of an unfamiliar and grim-looking Klingon man. But then he caught sight of the woman standing beside him, and a trapdoor opened in his stomach. The Klingon liaison was El-Aurian. Of course she was.

He forced himself to move, joining the others waiting to board the Klingon vessel. His brain felt like it was wading through treacle. He’d known this would be something of a trip down memory lane, that was unavoidable when he was reminded of Rura Penthe at every turn even without KDF officers standing not ten feet from him. He’d just maybe underestimated just how many parallels there would be. El-Aurian. He hadn’t seen that one coming.

It wouldn’t get in the way of his duty. He wouldn’t let it. With any luck, only his sleep would be disturbed.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #5 – July 08, 2019, 04:36:58 PM

[ Captain Ruzaxo, son of Balto, of the House of Martok, Captain of the IKS Kut’luch | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @fiendfall @Numen @BZ @Zodiac @Triage

The first arrival from the transporter behind him, while not feeling him with hope, at least had not dashed it. The female had stepped off the pad, announcing her name as one Zephyr Praise and that she was, at least he assumed, from the Theurgy’s science department. Unfortunately, it went all downhill from there as the next arrival was, in a word, disgraceful.

Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo’Kai was a sorry example for a Klingon in his ill-fitting armour and terrible appearance. And the stench; even from across the room, Ruzaxo could smell the sweat and oil that he could only assume Khorin had bathed in. Sighing, he hoped it couldn’t get any worse and that the Klingon would have the sense to keep his mouth shut at his deplorable condition but, no, Khorin bellowed out his arrival with pride. That much he could accept. Despite everything, he still was proud to be Klingon. And that smile to the woman Praise.

“4 days. What can I make of this one in just four days?” Ruzaxo wondered as his next temporary crewman arrived. Or rather crewwoman as the next arrival was another female, and an Andorian. Not that he had anything against Andorians as a species. In his time, he had learnt that every species, even his own, had their own way of behaving and that was what made them unique. And she had a sense of humour this Zark, even if she went against orders and came armed and in uniform. “Another child in need of training.”

His fourth recruit entered through the doors to the room a moment later and Ruzaxo wondered if he had been cursed. While the Human male was unarmed and in civilian garb as they had all be directed, his bearing and demeanour clearly showed that he was excessively tense. And that only got worse once he caught sight of Zyrao standing next to him. “This man carries scars from earlier battles. And those scars still affect him strongly even now. Interesting.”

“Why did I even agree to this?” Mickayla asked herself again as she approached the transporter room. When the offer had come through to serve on board a B’rel-class Bird-of-Prey, she had almost dismissed it out of hand. But Khorin had convinced her that it was one way for her to experience life as a Klingon without being overwhelmed by dozens of them. Afterall, a B’rel only had a crew of 12 and there were 4 other Theurgy crew going besides herself.

So, she had agreed and was stepping through the doors to Transporter Room 03 on the Theurgy’s second vector when she heard the gruff voice vocalising their apparent displeasure at a range of items. And all of them seemed to be directed at the others participating in the mission organised by the liaison, Zyrao Natauna.

“You are all late. And that will not happen again while you are aboard my ship. If you are not on time for your duty, you will not be on my ship any further. Am I clear?” the Klingon shouted gruffly as he stepped up in front of Zark. “You were told civilian clothes and no energy weapons. You have 3 minutes. Do not waste them.”

“Oh, he is a real charmer,” Mickayla noted silently from behind the Klingon while being grateful that she had chosen the attire she was wearing at the moment. While she hated being unarmed, orders were orders and the red jacket she was wearing was made from energy dissipating material. It wouldn’t stop a shot, but it would weaken it by more than 60%, and that could save her life.

“And you, Khorin, son of Margon,” the Klingon said, moving to stand squarely in front of the pilot. “I’m not sure if I should be proud that you believe you should be wearing that armour; or disgraced by the dishonour you are heaping on it by the second. Nevertheless, I have 4 days and I swear to you here and now that I will turn you into something that will not have your entire bloodline banished from Sto’Vo’Kor. What is your name?” the Klingon asked before turning around to look at Mickayla, making it clear who he was asking.

“Mickayla MacGregor, Petty Officer Second Class, Security Department,” Mickayla responded easily. “And you are?”

“Ruzaxo, son of Balto, of the House of Martok, Captain of the IKS Kut’luch,” the gruff Klingon replied, eyeing her off. Mickayla wondered what he would say to her, but nothing came as the captain stepped back up onto the transporter pad. “MacGregor, Song, come with me. The rest of you be aboard in 5 minutes.” Mickayla wasted no time in moving onto the pad as directed and once the three of them were positioned, Ruzaxo barked out his next command. “Energise.”

The bright lights of the Theurgy were replaced with the dim, darkened demeanour of the Klingon ship as the captain led them off the 4-pad transport deck. Mickayla’s doubts had returned doubled fold and she was wondering if it was too late to back out.

“Chief Song, while we wait for the others, can you tell me about your engineering experience?” Ruzaxo asked.

In a corridor near the Transporter Room, the woman that Khorin had knocked to the ground was trying to gather herself when an unnaturally deep voice spoke up.

“May I help you? Are you alright?”

OOC: Alrighty, lets get this show on the road.
If everyone could end their next posts on board the Kut'luch that would be awesome. Personally, it is going to be fun reading the reactions to what Ruzaxo has said.

@BZ ,if Zyrao could let Zephyr know that she will be the senior officer aboard that would be great. Otherwise, have at it.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #6 – July 08, 2019, 11:16:03 PM

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zark | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @fiendfall
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Zark felt the heat rise to her skin, which as an Andorian was really saying something at the Captain's words to her. How could she have been so stupid? No energy weapon and no uniform and she'd brought both. Stupid. "Sorry sir." she said, feeling her anttennae flatting against her head in embarrassment before quickly turned on her heel and walking out of the room.

Well that was a great first impression! Way to go Zark. She thought to herself as she left the room, immediately taking off into another sprint down the corridor. She had 3 minutes to get changed and back to the ship before it left without her. Continuing her journey down the corridors, she managed to avoid running over the red shirted woman again luckily as she weaved through various crew members and into the Turbolift.

Barreling out of it as soon as the doors opened she made her way to her quarters, already starting to work on removing her clothes a few paces before her door, already having her jacket and hopping from foot to foot as she worked on her boots. Tumbling off balance into her quarters, she threw her jacket onto her couch as well as her boots while crossing the room into her bedroom. Pulling her under shirt off over her head, she tossed it onto the bed and started working on her belt, quickly sliding it through all the hooks and dis-guarding it along with her pants after pulling them off and grabbed the first civilian clothes she could lay her hands on.

Her attire ending up consisting of all black with a black leather jacket, tank top, pants and boots. She knew her Chaka blade would be acceptable so she reattached that to her hip and grabbed her phaser rifle, cursing at the fact she probably wouldn't have time to return it to the armoury and make it back to the ship in time, not unless she either beamed the rifle to the armoury or herself from the armoury to the ship.

Taking off into another sprint, she headed for the turbolift and bumped into yet another crew member, forcing both of them to tumbled to the ground. This one a dark haired female [bp"Oh god I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" she said quickly, noticing that somehow in their collision her rifle had ended up in the other woman's lap. "Ooh could you take that back to the armoury for me please? I'm just in a rush for a mission and I don't have time. Please!" Zark added as she took off into another sprint and practically dived into the Turbolift. "Thank you!" She called out as the doors closed.

"Ooof!" Alessia choked out as the blue skinned Andorian crashed into her, sending her to the ground. Before the Lone Wolf could say or do much, the Andorian was asking her to take a rifle back the armoury and saying something about being late. "Well I...Wha...?" the Spaniard managed to get out in confusion, but the other woman was already in the turbolift yelling a thank you at her. Glancing down at the rifle, Alessia shrugged "Well I guess I'm going to the armoury then." she muttered as she pushed herself up and picked up the rifle, shaking her head at the weird encounter, knowing she'd have to track down that Andorian later, even if it was just to introduce herself.

Sprinting down the corridors yet again, Zark bounded into the transporter room gasping for breath, doubling over with her hands on her knees on the transporter pad.

"To the IKS Kut'luch Ma'am?" The transporter chief asked her. With a nod and a thumbs up to the chief, she felt the familiar tingle of the transport being and soon found herself standing in a darker room, looking down at a much rustier floor than the pad she had just been standing on. Standing up straight, Zark made her way to the bridge.

Stopping just outside the door to the bridge, Zark took a moment to gather the last of her breath back and calm herself. "OK just be calm, play it cool, you'll be fine." she said to herself before stepping forward onto the bridge. Spotting the Captain standing to one side, she confidantly strode over to him.

"I'm sorry about that Captain, it won't happen again. What do you need me to do?" She asked, figuring the sooner she could be put to work doing something, anything the better it would be.

OOC: Thanks to @Revan for letting me have Zark bump into Alessia and for writing that paragraph for me

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #7 – July 10, 2019, 12:43:07 AM

[ Ens. Cameron Henshaw | Doormat Extraordinaire | Bootprints on the uniform is the new rage | We have Encierro on board? | Cammy Wanna Doctor ] Attn: @Stegro88, @Numen & @Zodiac
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She heard someone telling her to watch out, but between juggling about twenty PADDs in her arms and actually trying to read one simultaneously, she barely had any ability left to mind the path she walked, let alone keeping an eye out for onrushing traffic. On a Federation vessel, there was this thing called conduct and behaviour. All Starfleet officers had it in spades. So she wasn't likely to crash into anyone (so she believed firmly and no one could tell her different). She had conveniently forgotten however that throughout most of her academy years, one Vanya was often present to pull her away from the worst of many collisions. It wasn't that Cameron was ungrateful or so arrogant as to think she would have been fine without assistance, but rather more of the simple fact that Cameron Henshaw was the most oblivious human being in the history of the universe.

The irony was that she was a counselor.

Today, without Vanya nearby, and no one else for that matter that knew Cam's tendencies, the petite brunette found herself on the receiving end of the Khorin Wrecking Ball Express. It should be noted that this was actually not the first time that Khorin had overrun the girl, nor was it likely to be the last, barring her untimely demise, which might be the direct result of being stepped on one time too many by the Klingon. PADDs flew everywhere, except for one that by a stroke of fortune landed right in an outstretched palm. She propped herself up with her arms still in a prone position to quickly look up and identify her attacker. An involuntary groan exited her throat even as onlookers watched her sympathetically, but they stayed out of the way for a reason.

And instant later, she was kissing the floor again as this time a woman overran her, though she at least had the courtesy to apologize. Cameron stayed down for a moment, just in case a few more people decided to step on her, until she realized how stupid an idea that was to wait for more tramplers. She wondered idly when did the ship allow Taurans on board, because that was what had to have overrun her, ignoring that she stood at the total height of five feet, four inches and weighed around a hundred and ten pounds. Clutching the only remaining intact PADD in a hand as she struggled to her feet, she yelped when a deep voice sounded nearby, and she lost both the PADD and her footing as she twisted her body to face the source of the voice.

Looking foolishly up at the Reman where she sat, Cam sighed and reached out to be hoisted up, "Yes," she said weakly, "either the sickbay, or the nearest airlock, doesn't matter which."

She let herself be led away, abandoning all the PADDs. Thea can bloody well beam them to her quarters, something she should have asked for in the first place!

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #8 – July 11, 2019, 08:40:53 PM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @Zodiac

The Klingon who was going to be their temporary captain was very large, very loud, and very unhappy. His voice blared out stridently in the small space of the transporter room, making his disapproval known without beating about the bush. To be fair, he did have a reason to be angry at them: they’d been late almost to a man, and arrived in varying states of dishevelment. Morgan had somehow managed to be one of the better-dressed among them, in his simple trousers and light shirt under soft woollen jumper — a minor miracle considering how rushed he had been in getting ready.

He was weakly relieved that his relative neatness spared him Ruzaxo’s anger, which seemed mostly directed at the Andorian from Security and the other Klingon man, Khorin. Morgan’s height meant he had trouble fading into the background in most situations, and it was impossible for him to make himself small enough for notice to pass over him just by slouching or drawing into himself. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try — he wore his height at best apologetically, at worst like an uncomfortable weight — but he managed to fight off the urge to duck his head in the face of Ruzaxo’s bellowing. It wasn’t him the anger was aimed at — not mostly, anyway — so he was safe, at least for now.

The downside to this quickly made itself apparent, as he was one of the two people Ruzaxo called to board the Kut’luch first. Wonderful! Great, fabulous, good. Just what he’d wanted. Better than being yelled at, certainly, but he’d hoped to have some kind of… not backup, but maybe moral support? As it was it’d be just him and two Klingons and while he knew the woman from Security would be fine, surely, she wasn’t someone he was familiar with, not someone he’d ever met, and so the small comfort of knowing she was at least Starfleet paled in comparison with the sheer number of unknowns the trip to the Kut’luch represented.

Heavens, look at him. A Chief, and here he was, nervous as a recruit on their first day. This kind of thing was exactly why he was here. He had to be able to do his job, no matter what; so he’d just have to get on and do it.

He stepped up to the transporter plate with set jaw. A brief moment and the call to energise later, and Morgan found himself squinting in the dim light of the IKS Kut’luch. There was almost a hatching pattern to the light on the floor as it came through grating in the ceiling, a reddish tinge to much of it. He’d forgotten that, he realised idly. How much else had he forgotten?

Ruzaxo stepped down from the transporter pad loudly, and Morgan shook himself. Not right now. He was so caught up in his own head he almost missed the captain’s question — almost. Dragging himself back together, he answered as professionally as he could manage: ’Trained as an engineer at the Technical Services Academy, then spent seven years active duty on three vessels.’ With a brief sabbatical in the middle, of course.

His actual experience was more difficult to distill. He’d never worked on a Klingon ship, of course; he barely knew anything about them besides what he’d studied (half a lifetime ago now). His only first-hand experience had been brief and uninformative; it’d mostly told him about their firepower and their brig. Then again, he’d served on enough ships to know they were all broadly alike, and he knew the kinds of mechanical differences that were likely to occur as well as the rough strokes of Klingon vessel design.

He’d also built a fully-functioning transponder from nothing but the scraps he could steal, but that wasn’t exactly relevant, and in any case, he didn’t trust himself to get the words out in one piece.

’I know my way around a ship, sir,’ he said instead, ‘and though I’m no officer I can deal with most day-to-day issues just fine. The Theurgy’s put me through my paces.’

Overall, the engineering side of this assignment wasn’t something he really expected to be an issue; he hoped that wasn’t complacency or pride speaking.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #9 – July 13, 2019, 03:25:59 PM

As soon as all crew arrived at the transport room, the captain, Ruzaxo, began to bark orders. It sounded like his Home, and Khorin barely managed to hide his enthusiasm as he listened. He even didn't care how disappointed the captain was at how late everyone had arrived. With the exception of Zeph, of course. Because his Kyamo was only perfect in his eyes. But that enthusiasm was smashed when the old Klingon addressed him. The gray-haired man stood in front of him, an impeccable martial posture and the expression of one who has dealt with too many rookies in his life to be willing to babysit another one. Under the scrutiny of the captain's eyes, Khorin stiffened even more, squaring his shoulders and puffing his broad chest. Then, Ruzaxo's words were like a blow in his jaw. Khorin protruded his lower jaw forward, exposing his teeth and bristling his hirsute beard. The pilot could accept criticism towards his own person, but insults towards his House and his ancestors? Never.

"My ancestors have a special spot in Sto-Vo-Kor, as my House has always brought honor and glory to the Empire," he grunted, staring defiantly at the aged Klingon, with the insolence of one who has his honour called into question. After all, in his lineage there were Chancellors, and his own grandfather still occupied a seat on the High Council. His own father had died in the Battle of Mempa, in that battle in which Martok had gone from being a plebeian upstart to become an Empire hero. Khorin was unwilling for a commoner with delusions of grandeur dared to insult his father reputation. "I'll show you why we Mo'Kai have maintained our position among the Great Houses for centuries... and why our name is pronounced with respect." He snarled. He didn't mean to threaten his new superior. But he didn't boast either. Well, not too much. He would show that pretentious old fellow that he was as entitled as he was to be dressed in that armour. If not even more.

However, Khorin did not even have time to check whether his bravado had achieved its intended effect, as the captain had soon shifted his attention to MacGregor. For his part, the young Klingon remained in place until Ruzaxo, Mickayla and that lanky human who had introduced himself as Song were all transported to the IKS Kut'luch. The lone Wolf remained there for a minute, with clenched fists shaking on his sides, trying to suppress the desire to punch the pretentious old man and take over the captaincy of the ship in a pretty Klingon way. Khorin knew it would be a stupid move and would do little good, neither to him, nor to the Theurgy, nor to the KDF, nor to the Federation by extension. However, although his biochemical imbalance was almost solved, Khorin was a Klingon, passionate and proud, and Ruzaxo had struck right into a vulnerable point. Worse still. He had humiliated him and his family in front of his woman.

When the Andorian left the room in a hurry, ready to carry out the instructions she had been given, Khorin turned to look at Zephyr, exploiting the momentary privacy of the transporter room. He stared a her, all sad puppy eyes now that no one else could see him. "Kyamo, you can lend me a hand to fit this," he muttered pitifully, as he tightened the parts of his armor which were more reachable. There was little he could do with the stink of sweat and oil he carried around, he had no time for a shower. As he straightened his house badge on his arm, Khorin felt a stare over him. As he raised his eyes he found the colourless eyes of the Liaison who stared him in silence.

Kyamo: Beautiful, endaring term

OOC:

@BZ feel free to move the big oaf to the B'Rel

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #10 – July 14, 2019, 03:18:47 PM

[Zyrao Natauna | The Stragglers | Allergic to Punctuality | Try to Pick the Best, and Only One Manages in a Timely and Professional Manner | Everyone Needs Training]
@fiendfall @Numen @Stegro88 @Zodiac @Triage

Zyrao fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose as the people began to filter in. She had not actually spoken with these people, or did more than explore the amount of background and history she could get on them. When they were deemed good enough to move onto her second round of choosing she found that she could narrow down the list by talking to the Department Heads and figuring out who these people were. Praise had been the hardest to place, as she was new to the ship and her Jacket had many holes in her history, she had found that the warm hearted and extremely loyal women might be the perfect fight for a place like this. She had only later found out, after she had finished picking out the people she wanted for this mission, that Praise and the Klingon were an item. Still, she hoped that they could work around their relationship, this would prove if they could once and for all. Which was a good test for when she needed people later while doing work for the Theurgy.

Zyrao stood there for a long moment as Ruzaxo began to berate the officers for showing up without the proper dress code and supplies. Again, she fought the urge to treat them like children, the Klingon had already done that. When her eyes landed on the late Klingon being berated before her eyes she could tell that the Science officer, was ready to jump down the man's throat. Zyrao splayed out a hand to the young Betazoid because there was no reason to make this more uncomfortable or more of an issue. Klingon were the way they were, and confrontation was something that would happen largely around someone that wasn't seen in the right light.

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | Where Was The Dresscode Memo? | I Didn't Get It | Rough Start | Don't you DARE yell at MY Klingon!]

She would never mistake that voice, as he came through the teleporter and decided to make himself known, Zephyr could only smile up at him. Eyes shimmering that light that only came for him. He was something else, he was larger than life, and sweet, and kind, and tough, and amazing. He was so many things and Zephyr was overly glad that they had been able to be together. Meeting on the Versant had been fate, for the lack of a better word, things had just worked out for them and she found that he was a missing piece for her. There were others that came in as well, and she noticed that the El-Aurian on board was ready to throw in the towel and the Klingon next to her was getting more angry by the moment as people showed up late.

As Khorin came over closer to her, her nose wrinkled.

“You didn't even have time to shower?” she whispered underneath her breath and gave a sigh, what was she going to do with this man. How did he even take care of himself before she came along? She had no damn idea how he didn't roll over in his own stench and snack wrappers every day.

The Klingon began to speak about how they were told not to show up in uniform and not to have weapons. Zeph rose her brow, because she prided herself on following rules and directions and yet somehow couldn't remember it ever being said not to show up in her uniform. Perhaps she had missed that, living with Khorin was like living with a child perpetually existing on a diet of steady sugar intake, caffeine, and loud movies. Nothing he did was quiet and she was still training him to be clean, because the man shed things all over the Quarters. Wet towels in the shower, hair grit in the sink, a smear of sonic tooth cleaning tablets somehow always ended up somewhere. Then there were his clothes, as soon as he was done with his day he stepped into the Quarters and there was a habitual shedding of the clothes. Not in one pile that could easily be disposed of, but as he walked, so there was a steady trail of clothing as he worked his way to the back because he was told he would take a shower daily upon returning home or else. He didn't want to know the 'else' part.

Good man.

Speaking of her man, to her man as though he was not a good one, as though he was not a good Klingon. The fact that he was loudly and in public disrespecting her boyfriend and mate made her want to beat his face in. She could feel the muscles in her body tightening and the thought of launching across the deck and punching him in the face so every time he blinked he would remember that Zephyr FUCKING Praise had done that to him in defense of her man, but then she saw a motion from the El-Aurian telling her to calm down, and Zeph gave her a look that would kill a lesser man. But, the El-Aurian seemed to take it in stride.

They had three minutes to get themselves together, and then get onto the ship. Zeph sighed and turned as she headed to the replicator close by and got herself some street clothes. She dressed quickly just behind a small corner so that she couldn't be seen. She didnt need Khorin going on a rampage because someone might have seen something they shouldn't have. But, she came back out quickly and she met the eyes of the El-Aurian having felt her needing to speak. The tall and some what intimidating woman motioned her over. She was currently wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top that showed the tons of tattoos and hints of scars all over her body. Hard life. Zeph thought as she headed over.

“You need to know that you are the superior and most highest ranking officer on the mission today.” Zyrao said calmly.

“What? Bu-”

Zyrao held her hand to cut off Zephyr's phrases. “You can do it. I've read what I can of your jacket, I know you're not the little flower that most people think you are. You can fight, and you have a lot of abilities. Find your steel core, and do what needs to be done.”

Zeph swallowed and gave a nod. Straightening her shoulders she gave another nod. “Right, thanks.” she headed for the transport beam so that she could get up on the ship however Khorin stopped her and she realized they were the only two left now, aside from Zyrao. He pulled her to the side and asked for her help on fixing his armor. The softness of his voice, those sweet unsure little eyes, they melted her heart. She reached up and cupped his cheek for a moment. “Don't forget who you are in your heart of hearts. Ill fitted armor or not, you are a Klingon in your center. More than Klingon you are mine, my Imzadi, and you are.. chosen.” she smiled softly.

Zeph stepped behind him and began helping him fix his armor with quick and fast fingers. Getting it better fitting and it looked a whole lot sharper. Once they were finished she pecked him softly on the very tip of his nose and they headed up the transporter together.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #11 – July 22, 2019, 06:03:31 PM

[ Captain Ruzaxo, son of Balto, of the House of Martok, Captain of the IKS Kut’luch | Corridor | Deck 5 | IKS Kut’luch | Aldea ] Attn: @Numen @BZ @fiendfall @Zodiac

As they waited, Ruzaxo listened to what Chief Petty Officer was saying to him, while also making mental notes about the two Starfleet personnel with him. Song seemed competent in his skills, but his mindset was less than acceptable. He made a point to remember to have a short conversation with the man. He may not be Klingon but that wasn’t going to stop Ruzaxo from trying to help him. The Klingon female on the other hand was more complicated. She hadn’t spoken except when he had asked her name and her body language suggested that she didn’t want to be here. And yet she had accepted the assignment.

“Another enigma to sort out,” Ruzaxo noted as the Andorian transported over. Moments later, before he had had a chance to say anything to Zark, Khorin and Zephyr also arrived, the male’s uniform in a much better state. “I wonder if he has figured it out yet. Can you think without reacting Khorin, son of Margon?” Ruzaxo ruminated as he looked at the pair. Khorin had reacted in the exact fashion that he had predicted given what Ruzaxo had said about the man’s family. “No, I don’t believe he has. She might have a suspicion though. And we’ll have to see how their relationship holds up.”

“Welcome aboard the IKS Kut’luch. For those of you who have never been aboard one before, this ship is a B’rel-class Bird of Prey. She is cramped, old and dependable, exactly as she should be,” Ruzaxo described the craft he had been captain of for almost 50 years. “She is not the Empire’s Bat’leth, that is a Negh’var. Nor is she the more manageable Mek’leth. You want one of those, then find yourself a K’Vort, K’tinga or Vor’cha. For the empire, the B’rel is the D’k tahg. Just as every warrior has theirs, so too does every warrior serve aboard a B’rel.”

“The B’rel serves in whatever purpose the Empire demands. And today, that purpose is discovering what happened to a scout ship that went missing,” Ruzaxo revealed turning to head down the corridor. “If you will follow me up to Deck 2, we can sit in the hall and discuss this further,” Ruzaxo directed as he stepped into the only lift the ship had. And he was grateful for that. The Kut’luch might only have 6 decks but he was getting too old to climb ladders that much. Stepping out of the lift, he walked around the corner and into the hall before stepping into his small office off to the side and activating the intercom.

“Gilluha, they are aboard,” Ruzaxo addressed his first officer who was currently seated at the helm. “You may take us to warp.”

“Yes Captain,” Gilluha replied evenly. “Setting a course for the scout ship's last known position. At Warp 8 it should take us about 39 hours.”

“Good,” Ruzaxo responded before closing the intercom. Hearing footsteps, the captain returned to the hall in time to see everyone entering. “Sit, we have much to discuss,” he directed as he sat at the head of the table. Once everyone had seated themselves, Ruzaxo began to explain their mission. “18 hours ago, a scout ship surveying for needed resources failed to make its scheduled check-in. Several attempts to establish communications with the scout have all been unsuccessful. So, the Kut’luch has be dispatched to investigate.”

“Unfortunately, my ship is not in the best condition. We have some battle damage from a previous engagement with a band of pirates operating in the area. Most of it either has been or will be repaired by the time we arrive but the ship’s attack centre needs a complete rebuild. So, we will be flying, and fighting, the ship from the bridge,” Ruzaxo explained, eyeing his new crew. “Khorin, son of Margon, I understand you are a fighter pilot. How would you like to fly something a little more classical? Chief Song, my chief engineer will be glad to have experienced help. I lost over half my crew during my last battle and was only able to gather a few raw recruits. Only myself, my first officer Gilluha and Varnac, my chief engineer, have experience operating a B’rel. You all have a lot to learn quickly. I hope you are up to the task. Zark, the medical bay is on deck 3 as are all your quarters. 6 Bunks in two rooms. You will find basic uniforms and weapons within. Choose your own sleeping arrangements,” Ruzaxo went on before focusing on Mickayla. “As Khorin already has armour, I will see if we have a set for you to wear as well. You’ll fit in better if we have to fight.”

“Any questions?”

OOC: Alrighty. My apologies for the delay. If anyone has not received or cannot open the link with the B'rel deckplans, please let me know and I will forward the raw images.

All characters should have made their way up from the transport pads on Deck 5 to the Hall on Deck 2. Please have your characters ask any relevant questions you think they might have. Some examples:

1) Strength of recent pirate attacks.
2) Other damage to the ship.
3) What can I do aboard the ship?
4) Ruzaxo's personal history.
5) Why Theurgy crew are even present?

Let's see how creative we can all be. Oh, and who is sleeping with who? There are 6 Bunks available in two rooms.

Any questions or anything, let me know. Also free to write responses for people's post if they would like them.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #12 – July 24, 2019, 01:27:26 AM

Those few minutes, those brief moments in which the world was just his Kyamo and himself were the necessary tonic for his bruised pride. A reminder of what he meant to her. And she for him. When she cupped his cheek, he bowed his head towards her hand, surrendered to her and to her words. It was only an instant, but he needed nothing more. Khorin hardened his heart. He would be a Klingon among Klingons, and if that meant that he had to fight tooth and nail every minute he stayed aboard the Kut'luch, he would do so. It would show that peasant who he was and why his House was still respected in the Empire... and show his Kyamo that he was worthy of her trust and her affections.

She pecked him when she had finished fitting her armour and he answered through a pleased rumble. There was little he could do at the time to alleviate the foul odor that surrounded him, but perhaps he could solve that later, once seated on the ship. "Here we go my Kyamo" he purred before the transporter began to fade their shapes. There were still doubts in his mind, but she had appeased him enough that there was excitement in his voice again. "To boldly go..."

Before Khorin's thunderous voice had finished delivering the familiar words, both had vanished.

[ Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai| Corridor | Deck 5 | IKS Kut'luch | Aldea]

As soon as his body materialized into the B''Rel, everything shouted KLINGON in Khorin's senses. The light, red and emanating from the floor, instead of the well-known Starfleet ships' zenithal light, appropriate for the eyes of his species but dramatic and sinister in those of other races. The heat, dense and humid and utterly pleasant, carrying the scents of a ship with history, of a bunch of soldiers confined in a confined space. And Gahg. It was subtle and probably, before his Correction, he wouldn't have noticed it, but someone somewhere on the ship was eating fresh Gagh. The mere memory of the sepent worms struggling to avoid being swallowed made his mouth water. The walls and bulkheads were brownish or greenish in colour and left no room for ornamentation. Everything was sparse and functional and the little that made one corner or another stand out was a sharp symbol of the Empire, or the mark of a fight with Bat'leth, in the form of deep clefts.

After that short inspection, Khorin barely had time to keep on marveling with the old Bird of Prey, as Ruzaxo soon addressed them, narrating the virtues of the ship. A rough and rude speech that spoke of the extreme love that the captain felt for his post and his ship. Despite all the paraphernalia and the sullen tone, the grizzled Klingon spoke about the Kut'luch as of an age-old lover. Or so it sounded in Khorin's ears.

As soon as the speech was over, the pilot trotted behind the Captain into the lift, unable to avoid dragging Zephyr with him. After a cramped and short ride, the doors opened three decks above. As Ruzaxo settled in and made contact with someone named Gilluha, Khorin took a seat on the opposite side of the table, so that he could face the captain head-on. It was a small defiance, but if Ruxazo considered forms so important, he would not miss it. Despite that combative attitude, Khorin remained attentive during the briefing. A missing starship, space pirates, a vessel with a glorious past but in poor condition, a group of young heroes... it looked like the beginning of an opera.

When the captain finally addressed him, the pilot straightened his back and grinned arrogantly. "Let's see if I can shake this old lady's bones to make her shine again," he growled in response as he was given the turn to speak. Behind his overconfidence, Khorin knew that flying the B'Rel would be very different from operating a fighter. He would lack the advanced systems he enjoyed in his Valkyrie. The BoP was bigger, heavier. More basic. But at the same time it was more sturdy, and all he had to do was focus on flying. "Which is the state of the flight systems? The warp engine seems intact, as you have adressed your helm, but what about the impulse engine and the maneuverability systems?" he asked, without wasting much time in pleasantries. He needed to know if the starship could withstand a tough flight, or if he would be stuck to a flying concrete chunk glued to a warp engine, as maneuverable as a boulder.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #13 – July 25, 2019, 02:02:53 AM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Hall | Deck 2 | IKS Kut'lucj | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @Zodiac

By the time they reached the hall Morgan was honestly pretty proud of how well he’d gotten himself under control. It’d become easier to breathe as the others had arrived on board, filling hte small space with their little familiarities despite being perfect strangers. Even without the uniform they were Starfleet, they were his crewmates, and they all had a duty to perform together. As long as Morgan didn’t think about that too hard it was reassuring.

He’d transferred to different ships enough times in his career to know the kind of introductory talk your new superior often liked to give when you first got on board, and as they followed Ruzaxo through the ship Morgan fell into that same comfortable routine. As they reached the hall he was almost relaxed -- obviously not really, but compared to his earlier pretzelled form it was a big improvement. He just had to ignore his own head and focus on the assignment, and he’d be fine.

In the hall he picked a seat safely in the middle of the table, which was already bookended by Ruxazo and the Klingon pilot. Morgan kept his distance from them both -- he’d seen their earlier display, and if that kicked off again he didn’t want to end up sandwiched between them. Also Khorin stank, and he didn’t much fancy passing out from lack of clean oxygen halfway through the briefing.

He’d already read the details of this assignment, as much as had been passed on at least, so the briefing was mostly an exercise in filling in the gaps. He nodded in acknowledgement as Ruzaxo addressed him -- thank goodness one of the few with experience of this ship was the chief engineer. Morgan didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened if he’d been left to figure it out by himself, essentially trial-and-error-ing them to success or a fiery space death.

From what he’d seen of the ship it was in decent repair, at least compared to the Theurgy, which probably meant that by normal standards it was pretty ragged. His metric for ‘spaceworthy’ had shifted considerably in the last few days alone. He didn’t doubt he’d have his work cut out for him, but that was good. As long as he was busy he would be fine.

The discussion of quarters was… interesting. It almost sounded as though they were all going to be issued with weapons. He hoped he’d misunderstood. While of course he had gone through firearms training when he enlisted, with, uh, a refresher more recently, he wasn’t exactly confident with them. He’d more likely blast off his own toe than do anything useful with it. Shared rooms was more standard, something he’d expected on a ship this size. Still, that the pairings weren’t allocated made it a bit more complicated, not least because they were an odd number. Would one of them from the Theurgy be sharing with someone from the Kut’luch’s crew?

Ruzaxo came to the end of his speech and opened the floor to questions. Despite the questions that’d bubbled up in him as the captain spoke, Morgan didn’t voice any of them. He’d find the answers soon enough, and they didn’t feel… important enough to bother asking. Certainly not important enough to bother the temporary captain.

Morgan glanced around at his companions, waiting for someone else to speak. The Starfleet personnel seated around the table made something of a motley collection: a pilot, a scientist, two security officers, and an engineer. Flotsam and jetsam from off a renegade Federation ship. Surely Ruzaxo could’ve found extra personnell among the KDF presence here?

He spoke up before he’d meant to: ‘Aren’t you taking a risk, having us on board like this?’ Almost surprised to hear his own voice, he backpedalled slightly, internally kicking himself as he did. ‘Sorry, sir. I’m just curious, it doesn’t matter.’ They would’ve been through this all with the El-Aurian, no need for him to start sticking his nose into business that wasn’t his.

The others asked questions that were sensible and practical, and Morgan listened to the exchanges dilligently. The captain was more than experienced and knew this ship like the back of his hand; he’d been right when he said there’d be a lot to learn, and if Morgan could get a head start now he wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity.

He was here to work and learn and grow, and he’d take whatever he could get to make that happen.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #14 – July 28, 2019, 05:42:07 AM

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | Where Do I Stand? | Do I Have a Job? | I Wasn't Mentioned on the List | At Least I Can Share With Khor]
@fiendfall @Stegro88 @Numen

Khorin seemed to have calmed down and refocused once she had spoken to him. He was a good man, and his chemical imbalance still weighed heavily on him. Even though it was something that he had been treated for and shouldn't be a problem anymore she knew that he still struggled with it all and was really worried that at some point it would pop up again. She knew that it was something that followed him like his shadow and she hoped that over time with it not becoming and issue again, that he would gain back the confidence in himself and know that he was sound. She couldn't force it though it was something that he had to do on his own she could only be there to lean against and to talk him through things when he was having a bought of conscience.

Up in the ship, after a very tight ride up three decks, the man of the hour began to bark out orders. He began with the ship, and she was one of the people that had never been aboard one before, but she stood there and took in the information that was given. He went on spewing names of other ships or Gods or .. something, and Zeph couldn't follow it all and found herself zoning out in the information overload. He finally got back to the point and Zeph tuned back in about how they were going to do whatever the empire demanded and they were going to get this show on the road.

~If I needed a Klingon flight history lesson...~

Zeph sent to Khorin telepathically because she might as well get a little fun out of the torture of the Klingon lecture. Someone took them to warp as they all took their seats at a table. She didn't like the red light it was hard on her eyes and the extra shadows that it produced kept making her look at things twice. She knew that it was something she would likely get used to at some point and it wouldn't be so obvious but right now she was still struggling with it. She sat next to Khorin, because it was the most comfortable spot for her and crossed one leg over the other as he began to go on about what they were doing here. They had sent a ship out for surveying for resources and it didn't check in. Sounded like the start to ever bad horror holonovel ever. They had tried multiple times to reach the ship to no avail and now they had been sent out to see if people were still breathing.

His ship was a piece of crap. Battle damage, old, probably rusted, and barely chugging along. So she figured that was just going to be a great time had for all. The crew would all be doing their jobs from the bridge, and not an attack center. She wasn't sure what that even was and had never fought on anything other than the Bridge so that was completely fine with her. Though she supposed it might be odd for the Klingon in the group. He began to tell them what was needed. Khorin would fly, Song would be the engineer to help the others out, and Zark would head to medical bay. There were six bunks in two rooms and they would have to figure all that out. There would be uniforms and weapons in the sleeping rooms it seemed and her brow rose.

She tilted her head as she realized that she had been left out of all the awesome job titles and finally she cleared her throat. “What exactly would you need me to do?” she asked him curiously. She had already figured that she would share a bunk with Khorin, they had been sleeping side by side every night basically since they returned from the Versant unless one or the other was on duty. She doubted it would be any different here and there was something about sleeping beside his sleeping mind that just relaxed her. When his large beefy arms encircled her and he pulled her into his chest for the night she always felt like all the tension of the day drained out of her body. He was cuddly, and snuggly, and the only thing she made sure of was that he didn't wear the itchy sweaters to bed. Because while a warrior might wear that scratchy wool stuff to bed and sleep the sleep of a warrior anyway, she didn't. So if it wasn't soft, it wasn't allowed in bed. He had learned pretty quick when she had boycotted the bed one night because of said sweater. It had taken her less than five minutes of refusing to come to bed and her starting to make up the couch instead for herself before he gave in and got something softer.

But, she mostly preferred to sleep against his bare chest. And she had been convincing him more and more to do that, and wear his sweaters when he was awake. A true warrior wore them around all day and let them grate on his skin, right?

“What exactly were the resources that needed to be picked up and has the missing ship completed this mission before?” she asked curiously.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #15 – July 29, 2019, 10:31:52 PM

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zark | Transporter Room 03 | Deck 12 | Vector 2 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @fiendfall
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Having beamed on board she joined the others and listened to the captain he made his introduction, giving a brief description of the ship class and listing several others that were above her. Zark had never been on board a Klingon ship before, but she knew about a few of them. The deck layout would be something she would have to take a look over but that could wait until a little later, as it seemed the Captain would be giving them a brief tour.

The older Klingon did not have a chance to speak to her before the Klingon Wolf and his mate arrived, which naturally drew the Captain's attention, which was fair enough she supposed, before being asked to follow him to deck two for the briefing.

Once they arrived, they all took their seats and listened to the Captain as he briefed them all on the mission, evidently a scout ship had gone missing and they were being sent to investigate. Seemed simple enough. What wasn't as simple was the fact the ship was damaged and was short on crew, most having died in the last pirate attack. Zark's antennae twitched at her name and nodded when she was told where the ship's sickbay was, before they were all informed on where the quarters would be and that a uniform and weapons would be provided for them.

The security officer waited as several others of the Starfleet crew asked questions before asking her own. She really only had two though. As a security officer the first was the most obvious one. "Captain what has been the strength of the recent pirate attacks? How many ships in each attack and have they ever boarded another vessel, will we be expecting boarding parties?" she asked first before taking a breath.

"Also sir what is the status of the medical team? While I have no objections to working in Sickbay I am only a combat medic and not a trained surgeon." she followed up with her second question. While she knew some things, there was a reason why she was a security officer and not a medical one and if they didn't have an actual Doctor on board they would have a real problem on their hands if she was all they had.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #16 – August 12, 2019, 05:59:34 AM

[ Captain Ruzaxo, son of Balto, of the House of Martok, Captain of the IKS Kut’luch | Hall | Deck 2 | IKS Kut’luch | Aldea ] Attn: @Numen @fiendfall @BZ @Zodiac

Sitting in his chair, Ruzaxo waited and watched as his new recruits digested what he had told them and asked any questions that they might have had. He had always tried not to pass judgement on people he did not know but after so long teaching the youngest, and sometimes most untrainable, warriors that the Empire had to offer, he could not help but make initial observations of those that came to him. Only this time, they came with more skills and knowledge than he was used to; but also, more bad habits that the laxity of Starfleet tended to allow.

“Khorin, you have the bloodline of proud warriors, but I know not where this tendency for arrogance comes from,” Ruzaxo thought has the Klingon male spoke of making his ship shine again. “It is made all the worse as you announced it before knowing the condition of the Kut’luch. But there is still hope for you yet.”

“Khorin, the Kut’luch may be old. But there is much to be said of age over arrogance. Bravado is easy among friends, but true courage is only found when you are alone, in the dark,” Ruzaxo counselled, doubting that the young warrior would understand. “That said, my ship is in relatively good condition in regard to its operational systems. Besides the destroyed attack centre and loss of crew, Varnac, my Chief Engineer says that the only major problem we have is in the port side power conduits; though he assures me that it will be repaired before our arrival.”

“And with your assistance, Chief,” Ruzaxo said, now addressing the engineer, “I’m sure that will be the case. Varnac has never let me down but one should never risk these things unless one must. As to the risk of having all of you present; it is a minimal one. Those of you who are not Klingon will not be leaving the ship and if we are boarded, I expect you to kill them before they can report your presence.”

“Jittery this one is, not that I know why,” Ruzaxo considered, eyeing the Chief Petty Officer. “Perhaps in time I will discover why but unless it effects his performance, I will let it go for now.”

“Lieutenant Praise,” Ruzaxo said, now focusing on the female next to Khorin. “Your purpose here is threefold. First, you have medical training and can assist Zark with any injuries that need treating. Secondly, I was told that you are highly intelligent and learn quickly. Which means that you can learn the duties of a variety of stations and operate them if need be. Such as in the event of casualties. And lastly, if was put to me that he,” Ruzaxo paused to point directly at Khorin, “would be in a much better mood, and therefore more useful, if you were present. Given his behaviour so far, I’m not sure he would return alive if you were not present.” Perhaps a little blunt, but Ruzaxo was not known for bandying about the truth.

“I was not told what the scout ship was searching for specifically, only that it was important for the repairs to the Theurgy. It was one of the factors in my decision to contact Miss Natauna. And the captain of the scout is one of our most trusted, for the same reason. If they have not reported in, then something has happened. Whether it is pirates or not, Lieutenant Zark,” Ruzaxo said, now addressing the Andorian, “Will be for us to determine. Recently the pirates in this area have become bolder, especially after the battle that you yourself were at. It has forced a realignment of forces to cover our losses and the pirates seem to be feeling for any gaps. As for their size and methods, it varies considerably from attack and group. Intelligence currently believes there are three groups active in the area but has yet to provide an adequate assessment of their strengths. What I can confirm, is that they seem to have obtained older model Klingon ships, including at least one with a functioning cloaking device. That very ship is the one that destroyed this ship’s attack centre. And killed half my crew.”

“That same attack killed my doctor, such as he was, so the status of my medical team is, you, Lieutenant Zark. I understand you are not a trained doctor but between yourself and Lieutenant Praise, we will have to make do,” Ruzaxo stated dismissively. There was nothing any of them could do about it now. They would just have to make do. “As for you Petty Officer MacGregor. You will assist where you can. Your primary purpose for being here is the defence of this ship in case we get boarded. Or, if we have to board another vessel.”

“If there is nothing further,” Ruzaxo announced, standing up and looking at all of them. “I have other tasks to attend to. You know where your quarters are. If you need anything, Gilluha on the Bridge can reach me.”

OOC: Apologies for the massive delay in this. Life, stress, unease. Call it what you will. Anway

THis will be the last round in this thread. The next thread will detail their arrival at the scout's last known coordinates. If @BZ could go next and vocalise the sleeping arrangements, that would be awesome. Otherwise, Everyone is free to end it where they will.

Each Quarters will have plain green jumpsuits like the one below.

Otherwise there will be a Klingon Disruptor pistol each.

Kut'luch crew:
Ruzaxo - Captain
Gilluha - First Officer
Varnac - Chief Engineer
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Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #17 – August 24, 2019, 04:14:32 PM

[Lt. Zephyr Praise | Getting Comfortable | This Isn't Awkward at All | Dress Up Time | Is That a Big Batleth or Are You Happy to See Me?]
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If only the Captain knew what Khorin had been through. Alone in the dark didn't even begin to talk about what he could do when faced with the dark. Though, she had actually seen what the darkness and the surprise of coming out of torture so suddenly could do to him. While it was all labeled as a chemical imbalance she knew they both were still very much aware of what had happened that day and what befell because of it. Still, she believed in him and she was always monitoring his mental state. Not because she thought she needed to but because they were so connected she could not really fully quiet him from her mind. Sometimes she tried because he was so loud and thought very loud as well even when he was just thinking about flying, or his hatred for Ravon, or his concerns about what happened that day on the planet. But, she hoped that in time he would calm down and get over it and realize that she had been true to him and called out his name as soon as she could to let Rav know that she wasn't on the market. That had ended a friendship she thought she could always count on and Zephyr quietly mourned it. She knew that he could tell, at least a little, through their bond but she kept a tight reign on it though there were moments alone she let herself truly be upset by such a thing.

So when the Captain mentioned his little throw away comment he earned a scathing look from one Zephyr Praise that said 'I will take you down, try me.' Probably proving once more why Zephyr, a full Betazoid stood next to Khorin a full Klingon. Both of them were warriors at heart, life had hardened and softened them in different ways. But she had the heart of a warrior and she was not afraid to take down the obstacles in front of her.

The man of the hour spoke to her stating her job was threefold. Zeph's brow rose and her arms crossed over her chest curiously. Firstly, her medical training. She gave a quick nod, she didn't mind assisting Zark in whatever needs came up she was a fully trained doctor she had just never made the full switch over to Medical because Science had always been her first love. Secondly, he was told she was highly intelligent and learn quickly. She couldn't deny that, she had taken years of the Academy and shoved them into just six months to turn around from Science to Medical when it was necessary. She was one of very few officers that ever returned to the Academy for a second go. And lastly, she was Khorin's keeper. Her eyes shifted over to the large Klingon man that stood beside her, and she sighed, that wasn't what she wanted to be noted for. But, she supposed it wasn't untrue. Khorin loved the ground she walked on and knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, get the mission done, and probably be less inclined to raging.

He gave them a run down of what was going on. She was glad that she could read the empathy of people so a cloaking device may not hide them for long. But, it depended on how close they came to them before she could get an actual read. Still, she was very familiar with the feeling of the Klingon mind. Zark was not a doctor but between the both of them they would have to make do. She gave another nod, they would be fine, she was an actual doctor. Albeit unpracticing, she was one and had done a Starbase Residency while in training for some time as well. So she was not unused to emergency medicine and triage. She had also helped a lot on the Versant when it was necessary.

The Captain headed off and she looked around the room. “There is a set of shared quarters and bunks, just enough for all of us. There I have been informed that we will find flight suits there as well. As for myself, Khorin and I will probably share a bunk. It's no secret we're together.” she shrugged unapologetic.

“For now, get comfortable, get to know each other, and rest up. Who knows what we'll see at the other end of the line.” she turned to Khorin and gave him a smile. “Want to go explore?”

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Sorry for the super long delay guys, I did not read the OOC comment when I read the reply for some reason and was waiting on everyone else to have a turn! Haha, anyway, here we go!

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #18 – August 24, 2019, 09:14:17 PM

[ Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai| Hall | Deck 2 | IKS Kut'luch | Aldea ]
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~If I needed a Klingon flight history lesson...~ Zephyr's voice resounded playfully in his mind while a smile etched in Khorin's face. ~I will provide. And I can assure you that in a more enjoyable way than this old man here."~ He retorted in a happy manner. The mission had not started with the best omens, but it seemed that it was heading to the right direction step by step. If she was close, nothing could go wrong. With great care, one of the Klingon's hands left the table and slipped under it to rest upon the betazoid's nearest leg. He left it there, glad to have her nearby.

However, that brief moment of joy did not last long, as Ruzaxo's words made him frown. He was under the impression that there was some insult there, hidden among those dark proverbs. Was he calling him arrogant? Or too young? Wosrt still... Were he calling him a coward? His hand under the table clenched in a fist over Zephyr's kneecap. His nostrils flared as the pilot tried to suppress an anger that he didn't even know if justified, but that grew quickly within him. The captain kept speaking, answering each of the questions of those present briefly, ignoring how the only other Klingon present was gradually losing his patience. A patience that was totally depleted when Ruxazo specified that one of the reasons that Zephyr was onboard the B'Rel was to keep him on a tight leash.

Khorin's other fist closed over the table and the pilot made a motion to stand up. However, Zephyr's hand held him in place and, as soon as his rear left the seat, he returned to his original position with a muffled noise. The captain continued his chatter, but Khorin barely heard him. He only stared at the grizzled Klingon, hoping that he could shut his filthy mouth with some nice punches. It wouldn't be this first time doing so.

A shudder ran through him from head to toe as he resurrected the last time he had done it. Saugn. He still remembered vividly the texture of her colorless blood between his fingers. The fist over the table relaxed, as the clenched one over Zephyr's leg closed tighter. He didn't need that memory again. Not another time. He tried to reach Zeph's mind and what he found there was a deep sadness. Whether it was his fault or something beyond the present circumstances, he couldn't know with certainty, but he pulled his gaze away from the captain's face to look at his Kyamo, deeply concerned. His inner mood shift was evident even to him. Ruzaxo could throw himself to Gre'thor, but he would ensure that she was fine in the meantime, even if he had to pay with his life to do so.

So, with Zephyr's few final words, the meeting ended. They both would share a room as they do in fact in the Theurgy, while the restof those present would have the other. Without further ado, they all began to rise to their feet and Zephyr spun toward him, with one of those smiles that he loved so much on her lips. "Want to go explore?" she suggested. "Sure" he rumbled as he rubbed the nape of his neck, tangling his long mane. "But maybe I should take a shower first..." he whispered quietly with a hint of shame. Or at least what he assumed was 'quietly'. Or what was the same thing: he just not proclaimed it out loud, as loud of his multiple lungs allowed him.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #19 – August 25, 2019, 07:15:39 PM

Lieutenant Junior Grade Zark | Hall | Deck 2 | IKS Kut'luch | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @fiendfall @Numen
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Zark listened to the elder Klingon as he went around the table answering all of their questions, paying a little more attention when Ruxazo started talking about the pirates and their attacks as well as the mission scout ship, as it turned out they didn't know much, just that the ship had been searching for something to aid in repairing Theurgy. The Andorian's antennae twitched slightly, she didn't like the fact they didn't know who attack the scout ship. Pirates could very well be the safest assumption but that however didn't necessarily mean it was them.

Already her mind was running through what standard drills she should run to make sure everybody was ready should they be boarded or have to board another ship. While she was sure she didn't have to worry about any of the Klingon's, other's like their Engineer Morgan however she was less certain about based on his disposition. Not only was she the one responsible for the safety of her fellow Starfleet officers as the Security officer from their ship but the last thing you needed in a combat situation was someone who might panic and accidentally shoot one of their own in the middle of a fight. Still maybe she was misreading the man and he'd surprise her, time would tell.

Her heart however sank when Ruxazo informed her that she was essentially their medical personnel...well that was fantastic. Zark couldn't help but wonder why she was put in charge of medical and not Lieutenant Praise, while her primary profession was a scientist, she was at least an actual doctor, surely she would have been the more logical choice? Still that was her duty and she would preform it to the best of her abilities and gave the Captain a nod. Hopefully between her fellow Lt and herself they would be able to handle any medical situations that may arise.

While she partially listened to the rest of the Captain's speech, her mind ran though a checklist of things she'd want to do once they were done here. First check out the medbay and see what she had to work with down there and then head to the armoury and see what weapons they had to work with. As for the sleeping arrangements, she was used to bunking up so she had no problems sharing quarters with the others, not that she was surprised that Khorin and Zephyr would be taking the shared quarters it was only logical.

"Sounds good to me. Feel free to take whatever bunk you want, I'm not fussy." she said to the others with a grin. Thinking that maybe she should head down there and change into the Klingon flightsuit they had been provided before she headed off to do her own exploring.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #20 – August 26, 2019, 11:23:20 PM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Hall | Deck 2 | IKS Kut'luch | Aldea ] Attn: @Stegro88 @BZ @Numen @Zodiac

Ruzaxo answered their various questions with the brusque efficiency Morgan was coming to expect of the man. It actually sounded like his own job was one of the easier ones; it certainly seemed a lot more expectation was being placed on the other three than on him, as all he really had to do was follow the instructions of the Kut’luch’s existing engineer. Hard work had never frightened him; it was the other stuff he worried about.

Like the possibility of being boarded. The two times that’d happened previously he’d not even lived up to Starfleet expectations, let alone Klingon ones, and he wasn’t expecting to magically become a pirate-fighting powerhouse overnight. He’d received basic phaser training, of course, and he wasn’t even a bad shot — if he got past the terror, which was kind of his key struggle in those situations. The word ‘if’ was doing a lot of work in that sentence.

Well, who knew. Maybe the experience of being on a Klingon ship wouldn’t just be unsettling and weird, maybe it would also turn him into a hardened Klingon warrior. The thought was almost enough to make him laugh, if Ruzaxo hadn’t looked so stern. In any case, it was a problem for later — hopefully for never — so he did his best to stop thinking about it. Nothing he could do about it now, right?

(Of course their enemy had a cloaking device. Too much to ask that they’d be able to go into this with their eyes open. He wasn’t sure how many more ambushes his synthetic heart could take.)

It sounded like the Kut’luch had been through a real time of it. Losing that much of your crew in one go… Morgan was glad not to be the only one from the Theurgy serving aboard, but with almost half the crew totally new to the vessel he couldn’t help a slight twitchiness. It’d be tough for everyone to adjust. He honestly wasn’t sure what to make of the others assigned with him; they all seemed quite, er, boisterous. Which was probably a good thing, maybe. He certainly didn’t doubt their abilities to do their jobs, just his ability to befriend them.

Their new captain concluded the meeting briskly, leaving Lieutenant Praise in charge. She in turn wasted little time in laying out the bedding situation, but she didn’t really have any orders for them. Morgan guessed those would be coming later? For now her only instructions were essentially to make themselves at home; he might’ve found that funny if he’d been wound any less tightly. As it was, he figured he should check out their quarters, get changed into whatever a Klingon flight suit looked like, and make his way to Engineering. Probably.

‘I don’t mind either,’ he said, offering the Andorian Lieutenant a smile in response to her words. ‘I’m gonna head down and get changed, I’ll, er, see you folks around?’

It’d take him a while to get anywhere near feeling comfortable on this ship — if it ever happened at all. But he was going to start as he meant to go on: with an open mind, and a determination to do his duty. Everything else was just details.

Re: Day 11 [0850 hrs.] Welcome Aboard The Kut'luch | Silver Shadows Part 04

Reply #21 – September 09, 2019, 05:27:06 PM

It was almost hard to imagine for Mickayla. Yesterday, she had been naked on a beach with one Ensign Faye Eloi-Danvers and now she was here, serving detached duty aboard a Klingon Bird-of-Prey. If someone had come to her just 10 days ago and told her that she would be doing either of those things, well, given her chemical imbalance at the time, not even she wanted to guess at what she would have done to them.

Not that it mattered, she was here now, they were at warp and she had a job to do; such as it was. She was aboard to serve as a warrior if it came to it and a simple deckhand if it didn’t. Mickayla wasn’t actually sure which of the two jobs would be harder. On one hand, she was a trained fighter. But this wasn’t a Starfleet vessel or a Starfleet mission. Different rules would apply here. Including one where she would need to blend in.

“I guess I’ll get to be trying Klingon armour sooner than I thought Faye,” Mickayla mused to herself, thinking for a moment, about the Betazoid and the bathtub that she had. The Klingon was already considering that after they got back to the Theurgy, that she was going to see if she could use it. She had a feeling that she was going to need it.

~FIN~