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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 10 [1326] Chaos in the Clouds of Qo'Nos
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Mekro’vak Region | Qo’Nos] attn: @Eden

Enyd’s body bounced from the immense weight of the trigok falling prey to the Klingon hunters, finally defeated. The immediate danger averted, Enyd took a moment to gather her wits and her calm her heart. She heard Cal’s voice from above her head and in glancing up, nearly for the first time, Enyd became distinctly aware of their nude state. His form was trim, his “equipment” well balanced between testes and penis, and the beaming smile added to his overall allurement as he spoke of bringing a phase for the “next time.” That he was even willing to speak of a next time spoke volumes of his own adrenaline-loving character. His emphasis on her title made Enyd smirked before moving to sit up. She felt debris crinkle and fall from her back and then her rear, and she rolled onto her knees then came to her feet.

“I’ve been informed by more than one colleague that my unacknowledged true love is chaos herself.” Her effort to brush off the various bits of rock and leaf was useless, but Enyd’s hands moved through the movements nonetheless as she spoke. “I would suggest both a phaser and an escape plan if things continue along these lines, Lieutenant.” Though he was a junior grade lieutenant, he was still not far from her current position, and if he felt the need to remind her of her position, she could fight fire with fire. “Now, how about we see what our cut of this trigok is? We were the ones to bring it to the killing zone after all.”

Enyd led the way to the Klingons and was the first to express disappointment when Rik’evet informed them that as non-clan members, they could not take any of the hide or meat with them back to the ship, but they were invited to stay for the feast if they wanted. As Rik’evet explained the process leading to the feast itself, Anik drew close to Cal and offered the pilot a bloodied piece of raw meat.

“That is a slice of the heart.” Rik’evet stared at Cal intently. “By taking in the heart of the trigok, in its raw form, you may imbue its power and tenacity.” Holding a hand out towards the younger Klingon, Enyd watched as Anik sighed and begrudgingly gave her friend a second, slightly small slice. Rik’evet turned to Enyd and smiled as he held the meat towards her. “Your efforts have earned this honor.”

Enyd wasn’t certain how Cal felt about eating raw meat, but she wasn’t about letting lingering concerns about food safety cause a diplomatic incident. Without further hesitation, Enyd received the meat with a head bow and slurped the bloody mess into her mouth. It was probably one of the toughest bits of meat she’d ever encountered, with thick tapioca-like blood gushing out with every bite. Fighting a gag reflex, Enyd’s eyes watered as she forced a smile and hummed her appreciation, her mouth working double time to reduce the slice to a swallow-friendly size. She had to pound her chest a few times to get her body to swallow properly without rejecting the meat back into Rik’evet’s face.

“Thank you for the honor and the invitation. What do you think, Cal?” She wasn’t aware of the smear of blood framing her mouth or the slight trail of bloody dribble that had worked its way out of the corner of her mouth before she turned to ask her friend for insight on their next step.
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 09 [1035] Just a Morning Cuppa
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Library and Research Room | Deck 15 | USS Theurgy] attn: @Number6

Enyd reached across the table and lightly touched the back of Foval’s hand. She wanted to convey in word and deed her condolences for his past pain.

“I have always appreciated that quote and see the wisdom in it.” She gave his warm skin a quick pat before withdrawing to sit up straight. “I haven’t returned to the family ranch in Montana since I was released from captivity on Cardassia. I’ve kept in communication with the ranch manager, but after I found out my grandmother died during my captivity, I lost much of my incentive to make the journey home.” She gave a half-shrug accompanied with a soft smile. “I hope to return home once we solve this predicament with the Infested, or hopefully before that, once Starfleet recognizes the threat and no longer labels us renegades. I already know, however, that much like what you said, things may look the same, and those who remained behind may act the same, but I am assuredly NOT the same.”

Foval’s apology had Enyd waving it away as if it were a pesky fly, shaking her head, “No, Foval, no need to apologize. The purpose of this meeting was to get to know one another, be it only the good or a healthy seasoning of the bad and the ugly. We are the sum of all that’s gone before us, in our ancestry and in our decisions, and none of us are guaranteed only to have sanguinity in our past.”

Enyd’s eyes darted to the side and, spying one of the pieces she’d picked up for fun, she pushed the PADD forward with a playful smile and a question, “What do you think about 20th-century Terran abstract art? I was looking through some of these pieces because, from my memory, much of Romulan art seems to have a thematic resemblance to Terran art from the 20th century, at least that’s the theory I’ve come up with.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 13 [0710 hrs.] Oblivious Aftermath
Last post by Auctor Lucan -
[ Lt. JG Evelyn Rawley, callsign "Ghost" | Talia's Quarters | Deck 13 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @Dumedion 
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In the other room, when Talia showered, Rawley was swearing over the brightness of the text on the LCARS screen, trying to make sense of what she was reading. It was some kind of morbid connecting-the-dots mystery as to what had happened last night, and she was in no condition to use higher brain functions just yet. There were so many messages, most relating to last night, but little of it making sense. The senders assumed that Talia would know what they were complaining about, and Rawley struggled for a couple of minutes, swearing under her breath.

"Did we alter holo programs last night?" she asked, hoping her call would carry to the shower stall. "There are some bloody scientists upset that their simulated radiation research has Risian massage therapists in it... and a drunk chimpanzee. I don't remember the monkey..."

So far, she had yet to encounter anything related to the Deputy and the two from sickbay, but another thing had bury her hurting head in her hands. "Fuck," she pushed away from the table and leaned back in her chair, staring into the deckhead. "Fuck! Thomas Ravon has written us both. He's not bloody impressed, I tell you. Why did they have to pull him into this?"

While Ravon was Rawley's wing mate and they were friends, he was also the Wolf Leader, and since his girl died in the battle with the Klingons, he'd not been himself. He was also Talia's Flight Leader, so of course he would be the one they contacted with their complaints. Shaking her head, running a hand over her shaved head as if to keep it from falling apart, Rawley read on, the list of new messages seemingly endless. "We assailed and kissed a Savi delegate named Corgin?" she blurted out loudly, eyes widening. "It says the 'Decataria was repulsed by the primal behaviour has filed an official complaint to the Aspect-Maker, Captain Jien Ives, asking that they put their ship in order or the Savi will do it for them,'. Geez, those manky bloody aliens, no fucking sense of humour."

Eventually, Rawley did find a message that might correlate with what she feared to remember from the night before. "Fuck, it's worse than I thought," she said, leaving the computer console behind and joining Talia. She opened the door to the stall, and while her famished eyes feasted, she retold it as far as she could remember - the messages having filled in the blanks. "The Ovri, Vinata, was undergoing corrective surgery, getting his cock back after the Savi made him female on the Versant, and then we - allegedly - stormed in all curious-like, wanting to know what Ovri cock looked like," she said, feeling a bit bad about it since even in her book, it wasn't cool to do so. Rawley shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. "The surgery was aborted, since we contaminated the bloody surgery suite. V-Nine - the tittering fucking robot - ushered us out. When we didn't leave, and used some red fucking medical goo to paint a sad face on the robot's white mug, she issued an emergency medical transport and sent us into the decontamination chamber a couple of doors down."

Of course the blue lights of that decon chamber and the warmth had been sufficient for them to have further shenanigans on their own, not even noticing that the robot had sealed the door for them as well. "V-Nine reported us to Deputy zh'Wann, whom were to come down to collect us, but before she reached sickbay... we managed to persuade some orderly outside the chamber's door to open it for us, and we escaped before the Deputy got there. I think that was when the Deputy set her security guards after us."

This ship has no bloody sense of humour, Rawley was thinking and then joined Talia in the shower, leaning the back of her head against one of the walls and just trying to find some kind of equilibrium. Her blood-shot eyes ended up meeting Talia's, and a smirk came to her. "It was a wiiiild ride, yeah?"

The mirth bubbled up her hoarse throat, and she couldn't help laughing.


OUTSIDE


Kino's combadge didn't delay in relaying Deputy zh'Wann's voice when she answered the Petty Officer.

[This is zh'Wann. The squad leader of the Lone Wolves has been appraised about the two pilots and he is on his way there now,] she said, the Andorian's tone sharing the Trill's irritation about the two women whom had been the source for a lot of work that morning. [Report to him and join him as he deals with them. If he has any sense, he will have you escort them both to the brig, or he will dismiss you as he knows an even more fitting punishment. Scrubbing the flight deck, or something. By Lor'Vlea, I say this, when I spoke to him, he was quite agitated, so I highly doubt they will be let off the hook for this. zh'Wann out.]
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 10 [1945 hrs.] Today Is a Good Day To...Laugh!?
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Cashmar Auditorium  | Saqwa’ City | Qo’Nos ] Attn. @Griff

Though Alistair’s body cushioned the brunt of the fall, Enyd’s forehead still cracked against the stage. Groaning out her pain, Enyd fought against the ropes further as her body instinctively sought to curl into the fetal position for comfort and protection. She registered Alistair’s voice, comprehended his words, and even noted the ramping concern coloring the edges of his voice, but she could not yet say much beyond chattered words. But she was spared the failing effort by the returned appearance of the director. To much booing and even a few thrown food items, the director forcibly told Yuvvor and Klar to loosen the ropes, thanked Alistair and Enyd for their participation at the same time that he firmly informed the audience the volunteers were excused from the stage for a wardrobe change. Enyd pulled her bruised head back just long enough to catch Alistair’s eyes before she felt a strong pair of Klingon hands on her shoulders.

The ropes loosened and pulled away, it was easy for Klar to hoist Enyd off Alistair by her shoulders. It was also easy for him to pass Enyd over Alistair’s head to the waiting Yuvvor, eliciting another round of uproarious laughter from the audience as both of Enyd’s breasts bobbed their way over and past Alistair’s face. Closing her eyes, Enyd did her best to ignore the feeling of his face passing through the valley of her cleavage. Earlier, through the panic of their predicament, Enyd had thought she’d felt something firm pressed against her belly, but it wasn’t until this moment that the reality caught up to her. Eyes popping open, Enyd looked down her chest, with her swaying breasts, to see glimpse the top of his head, his face still sheltered from view in her very bosom. How terrible for Alistair! If aroused, despite himself, there would be no way for him to hide it from view. As Klar continued to hand her over to Yuvvor, Enyd’s feet were draped on either side of Alistair’s body, her knees now about to his ribcage, and the last portion of her dress all that was still hiding Alistair’s intimate region from the audience.

Twisting her feet to hook under his torso as an anchor, Enyd dropped her hands to the ground and jerked against Yuvvor’s hold. Poor Alistair would feel the pressure of her sternum against his nose, but it was for a good cause. To her surprise, Yuvvor let go, probably more interested in seeing what it was Enyd intended than in complying with the director’s wishes to have them leave the stage. Rocking back to sit on her heels, Enyd raised up to a seated position, her lacy underwear brushing against Alistair’s bare skin.

“How about we have the wardrobe change here?” Enyd glared at Yuvvor, putting her hands on her hips. Enyd could hear the wobble in her voice, the earlier panic still working its way out of her system and being replaced with pure determination to conquer this moment with her dignity in tact, and Alistair’s too. “In fact, how about a wardrobe exchange?” Enyd looked to the audience and raise a single eyebrow, hoping they would be as eager to see Klingon nudity as they had been for humans.

She was not disappointed. There were jeers and cheers, and some clothing was tossed on stage—apparently, the audience members wanted to join in as well. Yuvvor licked her lips, gaze lingering on Enyd’s chest before she looked back to Klar with a coy smirk. Returning to a wide-legged stance, Yuvvor tossed her head. For the moment, it seemed as if the humans were going to take backstage in attention. What a relief!

“Do you think you can adjust my wardrobe, Klar?”

With the audience and their “co-hosts” distracted by the newfound wrestling match between Klar and Yuvvor, Enyd looked back down to Alistair. Though the buttons had been ripped off, he still had his shirt on. If he wrapped it around his waist, he could use it for some modesty, with her walking in front of him to block the audience’s view as they made their exit stage left. Enyd was quick to voice her suggestion, leaning forward to tug at the hem of his shirt as she explained her plan.

“And, um,” her hand lightly resting on his chest, Enyd leaned forward more, conscious but uncaring of how her hardened nipples fluttered over his chest, “I’m sorry about my panic earlier. Long story. Can share over a very LARGE pint once we get out of this.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 01 [1200 hrs.] A Wounded Shark Seeks Sanctuary
Last post by jreeves1701 -
Brigadier Zyrao Natauna | SS Sabine | Kannaga Mountains | QonoS. Attn: @Auctor Lucan

Zy stifled a moan as Sera's tongue massaged her body in ways that only another female knew how to. God how she needed more of this in her life. Zy took her nimble fingers and ran her hands through the hair of Sera's scalp. The other woman didn't need Zy to guide her, she knew exactly what she was doing and where she was going. She would allow herself to be the submissive one knowing that her turn to take control would come and their roles reversed. This game of cat and mouse exhilarated Zy, generating a deep-seated wish that the lust-filled relationship that was forming between the two women would last.

Zy knew that all her relationships were doomed to fail. They always did. Even as Sera began to hit her most sensitive erogenous zones, Zy began to think of how it would all go to shit. They both could run away, they wanted to, talked about it. Plying the space lanes from watering hole to watering hole. Like a 24th Century Thelma and Louise. Was that what one of the ensigns aboard the Theurgy had said in reference to their own girl-on-girl relationship? Two females intertwined, destined to kill each other in a joint suicide ride. What the fuck ever, Zy thought. But the analogy stuck in her mind as the first euphoric wave of orgasm passed over her body causing her to gasp for air and dig her nails into Sera's shoulders.

"Oh fuck, that was an intense one." Zy looked down at the woman attending to her primal needs. Sera's intense eyes stared back at her. "That's one I owe you in return." And so the game of back and forth began, for every orgasm, Sera gave her Zy intended to return them with interest. Zy leaned back against the shower wall as she felt another wave of pleasure begin to build up. She was going to have a large debt to pay back this woman and nothing better interrupt them.

Zy's hands continued to move across Sera's upper body as she worked Zy's lower lips. God how she wished they could escape together and forget this infested mess.

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Episode 01: Advent of War / Re: CH02: S [D02|2300] Notesharing and Nightcaps
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[ Lt. Enyd Madsen | Mess Hall | Deck 13 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @BipSpoon

“If we both can’t sit still,” Enyd leapt to her feet and then immediately grabbed the table, the sudden changing making her head rush. A smile touched her lips as she shook away the dizziness, “May I escort you back to your quarters, dear Valyn?” She mimicked the Southern drawl in her voice and waggled her eyebrows for comedic effect. “If we sit much longer, I’m afraid all that cheese is going to go straight to my hips!”

As she waited for Valyn’s response, Enyd began a series of stretches and light agility moves. She could still feel some of the effects of the hooch, but it was mostly all cleared out now. Her belly full and body back to mostly normal, Enyd was feeling the passage of time and the hour, and yet she was still happy to spend the last dredges of the night with her newfound friend.

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Enyd shook her head, “I was only briefly on the station before being transferred here, and even though the station was larger and had about as many if not more people than the Theurgy, I still felt confined. Maybe because the station is that stationary, whereas this ship can and does go places. I would have gone stir crazy had I ever been assigned to a station permanently.” Enyd nodded in empathetic understanding to Valyn’s grimace as she remembered her time on the station.

“I’ve always wanted to put together a program, something like the program itself learns from your behavior and constantly adapts to you to keep the challenge or the energy up? Is that even possible?” Enyd blushed. “Also, is it possible to be physically intimate on the holodeck? I mean with one of the programmed people? I know it may seem odd, my complete lack of background in it, but I’ve never been in a place where they were popular or been around people who used them often.” She began laughing and held up both hands to stave off judgment before it could be tossed her way. “And to be clear, my program would not necessarily entail physical intimacy. That was a random thought on the tail end of my statement.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 12 [1615 hrs] The Fightin Fashionistas of the Gloamin
Last post by Ellen Fitz -
[Lt. Enyd Isolde Madsen | Holodeck 03 | D. 21 | V. 03 | USS Theurgy] ATTN: @RyeTanker

To say she was surprised by Zark’s outburst would put it mildly. She’d had Andorian friends before, and while she knew there was as much diversity among Andorians, if not more, as there were with humans, Enyd had never befriended an Andorian who would have ingested the tale quite as Zark had. Far from being offended or off-put by the scowling chastisement, Enyd was stunned at the amount of affection Zark had for her. She’d had her notions that the woman found Enyd attractive and, under other circumstances and Enyd’s own change of orientation, would have perhaps enjoyed seeing how things went romantically. This was not arrogance on the part of Enyd, just pure deductive reasoning. And this outburst from Zark further solidified Enyd’s growing theory.

Crushed in Zark’s arms as she was, Enyd could only draw a comforting hand down her friend’s back.

“To be fair, the tour was a supposed guarantee safe tour. There was no intent on my part, or my companions, to end up dancing naked for the Orions. And that dance WAS the safer alternative. Given our options at the time, perceived or obvious, a stalling tactic until the tour could catch up to us and ‘rescue’ us further was the only trick I had up my proverbial sleeve since, by that point, I had no sleeves.”

Enyd was chuckling as Zark released her from the fierce embrace, taking the time to lightly pat Zark’s cheek once the Andorian’s face was made available.

“I wouldn’t be against that Veridian patch or permanently installed communicator. Things have always been chaotic for me, and they just seem to have gotten worse since I was posted to Theurgy. But, for as frustrating as that may be, I think that may be why I’m good at my job. I always have contingency measures and adapt and often respond far more rapidly than others. Comes from years and years of practice.”

Enyd’s lips quirked upwards in amusement when Zark’s mood switched tracks and she was the same light-hearted minion Enyd had last encountered. She nodded along with Zark’s sharing, eyes widening and lips parting in amazement at all the right cues. Enyd was both impressed and thankful for the amount of time and effort Zark had put into this endeavor. It further connected to her theory on Zark’s affections, but it also was chalked up to the reality that the blue-skinned officer was her friend and a dear one at that.

“My grandmother spoke mostly of our Danish background, lamenting that an ancient machine gun was named after a family member as being one of the reasons her son had decided to go into Starfleet Intelligence. I’m impressed with all this research, Zark. Thank you very much! It is such a delight to know about the connections beyond the Danish bloodline.”

Enyd’s eyes widened, a hand coming up to cover her surprise gasp when Zark presented the blade and explained its origins and maker. Enyd made a note to give Frank both a hug and a shoulder massage to thank him for his part in this endeavor. The attention to details did not surprise Enyd, not knowing that both Zark and Frank were involved in the blade's making. Her hands itched to hold the blade, but Enyd forced herself to slowly accept it when it was offered, not wanting to hurt Zark in her own enthusiasm to take hold of the beauty.

“You two are such dear hearts!” After glancing over the blade, noting the things Zark had pointed out more closely, she turned bright gaze to Zark and added. “You get a kiss for this!” With that as her only warning, Enyd leaned forward and smacked a quick kiss directly to the Andorian’s lips. Pulling away, Enyd lightly tweaked Zark’s nose before hoisting the sword higher and grinning. “When do I get to use this?”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 08 [2215 hrs.] Feeling Blue
Last post by rae -
[ Lt. JG Nysarisiza “Nysari” zh’Eziarath | Below Decks Lounge | Deck 28 | Vector 3 | USS Theurgy ] Attn: @chXinya

His reaction to the question said even more than the words that followed. Raw fear, with no attempt to hide it. And he had only met one in hiding, having not even been there when they’d revealed their true natures. Nysari thought back to her recent conversation with Commander Rutherford, who had seemed so sure that there was no reasoning with this enemy. As an accomplished diplomat, her emotions had been well hidden during that exchange, but perhaps now Nysari was getting a glimpse of the horror that had prompted Rutherford’s reaction. Even after seeing the grotesque ending of the fight at the Federation Embassy, Nysari had harbored a desire to negotiate with this enemy, hoping to find an ending that would prevent further bloodshed. She still planned to do that, though she didn’t have the heart to tell the frightened young chan her plans. Someone on this ship had to do it. Better someone less scarred by past experiences.

A measured sip of her own ale meant that she wasn’t watching as Shall chugged down his own. She then caught the bartender’s eye, tilting her head slightly towards her companion’s glass as a subtle indication that he needed a refill. Such a precious commodity, this ale, and here she was wasting it by stressing him out. Tomorrow, she would need to reach out to her contacts on Qo’noS and see if there was any Andorian ale floating around. Not a top shelf import, given the Klingons taste, but maybe someone kept it around for foreigners. It would make a good apology gift.

“I’m sorry,” was her simple reply once she looked back at him. The apology was short and concise, yet she hoped it would convey so many things. What had happened to this ship, what he had lost, that she’d brought up the topic at all, and that she wasn’t going to heed his warning. “I have always lived by the philosophy that any conflict can be averted if one finds common ground where conversation can begin. Even during the Dominion War, I believed.” Only to be brushed aside as a young, inexperienced idealist. “I admit that I’m having trouble wrapping my mind around this threat. We know of its danger, yet little else.” She left it at that, an explanation that avoided detailing her plans to remedy their lack of information. Nysari had already requested - and been approved - to meet with Doctor Nicander, who was surely the medical officer Shall had mentioned. Though a date hadn’t been set for that as of yet.

She wanted to ask more, curious about someone who had known the chief medical officer before his possession. However, given his reaction, that line of questioning felt selfish. “Let’s speak of something else,” she abruptly changed topic as the bartender appeared with the bottle in hand. “I fear I have quite ruined the mood.”
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 02 [1830 hrs.] Who Counsels the Counselors?
Last post by P.C. Haring -
[Lt. Cmdr. Hathev | Hathev's Quarters | Deck 10 | Vector 02 | U.S.S. Theurgy] Attn: @Nesota Kynnovan@Juzzie@stardust‍ 

It was an odd sensation for Hathev as she watched the interaction between Foster, Williams, and Ashby.  She found it entertaining, refreshing and..yes…fun.  Even a few days ago, Hathev might not have been able to appreciate the light hearted off duty humor of her team.  She might not have even hosted this gathering.

But if she wanted to gage her people were holding up, she need only observe this exchange.  They were doing just fine.  Stressed, concerned, yes.  But they were doing well and despite their flaws, of which there were many, and despite her own flaws, this department of four was, in its own way, was a family - One that gave Hathev true pride.

The computer beeped, drawing the Vulcan’s attention and telling her the replicator was ready with their individual orders.  She stepped back from the conversation and activated the unit, serving the plates to the table as the replicator produced them. 

Once the last dish had been set she returned to her subordinates. 

“Dinner is served.”

-FIN-
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Interregnum 01-02 S2 / Re: Day 12 [1157 hrs] Maybe This Time It Will Be Perfectly Marvelous
Last post by Eirual -
[Ens. Mia Dunne | Orion Outpost | Qo’Nos ]
ATTN: @Nesota Kynnovan @Ellen Fitz


Mia was stunned by the sudden commotion when Amanda grabbed the diplomat and made a lurch towards the elevators. Mia was pretty sure that heading that way would leave them trapped. She turned to tell Amanda it wasn’t a good idea when all hell broke loose around her. The guard that Amanda had barreled over fell almost in front of her blocking her forward movement, as he fell, he ripped off the loincloth of the burly Orion, the Nausican’s and their escorts stepped off the elevator, Amanda collided with an Orion waitress, whose tray went flying and covered everyone nearby in whatever was in the glasses, the waitress fell, and Holy shit, the Orion’s member was huge! She turned away from the view as quickly as she could but found herself forcefully grabbed by the arms and held in place before she could even think of taking a step in any direction.

The hands that held her in place dug painfully into her skin through the fabric of her shirt. She struggled only for a moment before she saw the large blade close in front of her and swallowed nervously. Her eyes focused on the blade for what seemed an eternity, her mind was racing even as she found herself speaking, albeit a bit more quietly than before, “I am a Federation Officer and not a serving wench for your drunken patrons to gawk at!”

She heard Enyd talking about some kind of dance and nervously looked over her shoulder at the brunette diplomat. Before she could voice another objection, it seemed that Loycam had made the decision for them. The sudden release of her arms almost sending her off balance as her ‘guards’ quickly moved to their new targets. In seconds the Nausican’s clothes were dispatched by the blades of the guards, and they were laid bare as Loycam ordered them serve the drinks. 

Loycam then used his chin to indicate they should take the stage and do this... dance. Mia looked at Enyd and Amanda, not sure exactly what she was being expected to do. She leaned over and heatedly whispered to Enyd, “I can’t dance at all, nor do I want to if I had a choice!  You are going to end up getting us killed!” 
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