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Post by Cyrano Jones on Apr 29, 2009 14:11:31 GMT -5
This is where Starfleet Officers spend Chow time between duty shifts. Off hours, they may go to one of base restaurants for a taste of authentic cuisine from all over.
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Post by Cyrano Jones on May 2, 2009 17:44:10 GMT -5
Cyrano entered the dining room and took a seat at the bar where he'd have a drink until Commander Alex arrived. The Barteneder came right up to him, as it wasn't that busy on the Station yet.
"Hello, Mr Jones! What's your Pleasure today?"
The barman asked.
"I think I'll start with a Talarian Solar Flare. I'm waiting for the new Operations officer to join me. Perhaps even General Kapact will stop in. We're setting ups space for a Klingond Command center here. The Commander and I will be discussing it. Oh and by the way, I'll need you to break out a bottle of Saurian Brandy for the Commander and myself, My good man."
"Coming right up, Sir." He answered. Happy to have something to do. "Why don't you grab a table and I'll have some appetizers prepared. We have some fresh Mapa Bread and Bajoran shrimp Right now. I advise you to take advantage of it." He smiled.
"Why that sounds wonderful! Thank you, My Friend!" Cyrano took his drink and a server led him to anice table with a view of the main docking rings.
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 2, 2009 19:58:07 GMT -5
He looked around his surroundings. He was wearing his duty uniform and standarly issued phasor and comm. He was prepared for anything in a space like this. It was open and there was people intermiantly passing him but still not as many as he would think there would be on a space station like this. The bartender saw him comming and pointed him over to a table with a view of the docking rings. Noding to the man he made his way there.
Seeing another man clothed like a civilan sitting at the table he approched slightly behind the man and then spoke, Sir, are you waiting for a Bolian to join you?" He put a hand on his shoulder so he knew where the voice was comming from and braced himself for the reaction.
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Post by Cyrano Jones on May 2, 2009 21:01:55 GMT -5
He felt the hand on his shoulder and then heard the voice.
He turned and Smiled. "Why have you seen any?" Then laughed.
He then stood quicly to shake hands with the Bolian. "Commander Alex, I presume? Please, have a seat. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Itust the trio out here was uneventful. And I do have your Brandy standing by."
As he spoke, the server had bought them some brandy, along the the appetizers.
"This is freshly baked mapa Bread. If you've never tried it, you're in for a treat" He motioned to the chairs. "Please, sit."
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 3, 2009 14:12:31 GMT -5
He laughted and shook the man's hand when he started pumping it. All the excitement of a normal human he mused to himself.
Yes I am Commander Alex. A pleasure to meet you Cyrano Jones.
He sat down in the chair offered across from the man and listened to the rest of his talking. When he finally got done saying what was on his mind Alex spoke his.
I am afraid I'll have to pass. Sweets and me don't mix well. I haven't been on active duty not stuck behind a desk for sometime. And the Brandy is well appresated. It is something I picked up from Admerial Madison. He's quit the live wire and part of the reason why strings got pulled and you got the best out here on assignment to help out.
He poored himself a glass of brandy and gestured towards Cyrano as if to ask him if he wanted to join him in drinking.
I understand we got a specail request already to work out. Some Klingons will be droping in from the message you sent and require special accomidations.
Normally he didn't drink on the job but this wasn't no ordinary assignment and there is always a first for things. While he poored the drinks he heard his comm go off and a report come in and taped his badge.
Acknowlaged Lt. keep me informed of any other vessles that come into the station.
He then looked to his company for the evening.
Seams the good General from Klingon High Command has sent a ship to our fine base and the commander of that vessle will be comming shortly. His ship just arived.
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Post by General Kapact on May 10, 2009 15:32:27 GMT -5
Sompek walked into the replimat and immediately recognized the Bolian, Commander Alex, from the Federation Central Database. He also recognized Mister Jones who commanded the station. "I am Sompek, son of Kapact." Despite his hunger, he did not help himself to any of the food. "The tIQ'leth is docked, and construction crews are assembling the holo-field. Simulated combat will begin as soon as the Federation task force arrives." At their curious looks, he explained. "Admiral Nechayev is due in two days. You are welcome to view the combat. My crews will not require any berths on the station. No offense meant, but we prefer our own accomodations." He looked around at the sterile walls and comfortable surroundings. "The cleric taHGor is aboard the station, assessing the space you have provided. You have our gratitude." Only then did he sit. "Now, what do you require of me?"
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 11, 2009 12:01:39 GMT -5
He looked at him for a bit with narrowed eye and then saw him sit down he relaxed a bit before speaking.
You wanted a cultural exchange from what Cyrano has told me. A place to call your own on this station where your kind can come and worship, dinne, and stay exstended times here and feel as though they are on your homeworld. In exchange for that the claric would be open to questioning from the station population about what it means to be a spiritual person in the Klingon Empire. Now we're willing to accomidate all those requests with your help but if you stone wall us then we can't help you. So I say my good man.
He poors him a glass of brandy and shifts it over to him.
You first join us for a bit of a drink and chat about your people to us. As my exsperance has been with the burocacy of the Klingon Empire I am anxious to see how the military is. And I know that brand be not blood wine to get you tipcy but I am sure in the interests of learning you'll endulge an old Bolian's request. The reward can be quite stimulating for doing so.
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Post by General Kapact on May 11, 2009 12:34:59 GMT -5
Sompek smiled broadly, showing the gap-toothed grin that he had inherited from his father. He knew that most Federation officials and citizens would rather share their drinks and chat and exchange ideas than challenge even an ally. But he respected them still. So he took the offered glass and slammed its contents down his throat. "A worthy challenge from a worthy ally! So, my friend. I will teach you about the Klingon military by asking you about yours. What does a first officer on a Starfleet vessel do if his or her captain shows cowardice? And have you ever drank with your enemy and wished him a good death?" He slammed the empty glass down on the table for emphasis. "One more question before you answer. Have you ever heard of a human spice called Vodka?"
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 11, 2009 15:28:20 GMT -5
He had to laugh the man was acting blazingly like a Klingon.
Well I can answer questions on the Federation miltary as I am a military man. The first officer if the Captain is found unfit for duty will take over the ship and command it in his place until the conflict is resolved and the ship can be put into dock to get the Captain treated. Rare are those casese even in war time. As for drinking with the enemy. That is not something that has been done in some years for me for the enemies I have fought have been enemies of the Federation not my own personal enemies.
He drank down his drink and put the glass on the table and heard the slam on table.
I have heard and exsperanced Vodka my good Captain. When I was an Admerial and I got to say that it does sneak up on one if not careful with it. Cyrano you're quit.
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Post by General Kapact on May 12, 2009 1:29:13 GMT -5
 Sompek smiled again, and poured himself another brandy. "I'll trade you a barrel of blood wine for a barrel of vodka. On a Klingon ship, it is the duty of a first officer to kill a Captain who shows cowardice or cannot command. It makes it easy for a Captain to focus on his duty." Sompek smiled, but knew that his first officer would be watching his every move for weakness. "As for drinking with our enemies, it is rare. But during our last civil war, when Klingon fought Klingon, the First City was declared neutral. My father shared drinks and curse warfare with his enemies before he turned them into dust in orbit. That is one of the joys of being a Klingon. Warfare, in whatever form, brings us closer to what makes us Klingons. Only when our lives are balanced on the point of a blade and death is just a breath away do we feel truly alive." He turned to Jones, wondering if the civilian would have anything to say to that.
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Post by Cyrano Jones on May 14, 2009 22:26:11 GMT -5
"I believe we have enough Vodka for such an exchange, General. Tha would be no problem."
He smiled haveing heard the general's Dialogue.
"I can remember many occasions when my ship was being pounded and I felt the bulkheads shaking like the walls of Jericho.
In my younger days I found that exciting, but I'm afraid these old nerves can't handle it like they used to." Laughs.
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Post by General Kapact on May 16, 2009 1:11:25 GMT -5
Captain Sompek smiled. "My father tells stories of manning disruptor stations on Qo'noS planetary defenses, and the danger from radiation that killed as many as the Romulans. Funny, he manages to sound like he misses those days. That is why he is still leading ships into battle far away in the Kri'stak sector. For me, I cannot imagine wanting to stop fighting. Even if it in a holographic training session." He saw Jones's eyebrows raise, and continued "I do not understand how it works. That is for the scientists. What I know is that ships fly through the gate my crews are constructing, and they can fight and die... and then come back to fight again. Damage is all recorded by the computer for study. You know that warriors who live and die with honor are granted this in the next life. But until then, we can practice."
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 16, 2009 11:49:58 GMT -5
Pratice slaying the dragon so when he comes one can stand and face him squarely. Make the dragon bow before either the dragon is slayed or the hunter.
He kind of chuckled taking a drink.
The days of youth be behind me, but still the battle calls me back. Would be why I stepted down from my post to be here. Too much of the politics not enough room to fight for the beleives that make peace possible.
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Post by General Kapact on May 19, 2009 11:31:01 GMT -5
Sompek considered the words of the alien. "We are different, to be sure. But there is a saying among our people. Learn what it is to be our enemy before you learn what it is to be our friend. The Federation and the Empire spent many years learning to be enemies. It is a worthy challenge to learn to be friends." He stood abruptly. "But I have work to to. I will send the cleric taHGor to meet you, Mister Jones. He is eager to enter the Klingon quarter and get to workl. And I am expecting Admiral Nechayev soon." He pounded his fist on his chest in a quick salute. "Qapla'!" Then he turned and left abruptly.  |
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Post by Commander Alex of Bolius on May 20, 2009 10:45:00 GMT -5
He watched as the Klingon went off after saluting them both and then he turned back to Cyrano
Delightful fellow. Do you have the Klingon quarter set up or is that going to be the undertaking of the staff of my office? Or has there been more personel stationed on board to take care of the Klingons?
He was full of questions and the brandy was in full gear so he wasn't sensoring himself too well. He was hickuping a bit and looking around the room his mind going a hundred miles an hour trying to think of the next thing to do or not to do.
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