Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in SB 157 Promenade - New Faces, Old Baggage

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in SB 157 Promenade - New Faces, Old Baggage

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Daggum Hammor (Chief Operations Officer) in SB 157 Promenade - New Faces, Old Baggage
Hammor was finally off duty, if just for a day. Utilizing some of that free time, he changed out of his uniform and put on civilian clothes: Blue jeans, black shoes, white t-shirt with a logo on it that read ‘The Amazing Spider-Man’ and had a figure in an odd outfit that looked like webs over red and blue spandex. A soft brown jacket completed the ensemble; and he stepped off the transporter and made his way through the station to the central shopping area… the station’s Promenade.

As a larger station, the Promenade was big and filled with various shops, merchants, vendors, and eateries. Hammor decided that a once around was necessary before picking anything up; so he began wandering around and looking at the offerings and making note of anything that piqued his intrest.

Hammor, Ops

Even though Marishka’s reason for being on the Athena had become quite convoluted and murky, she was enjoying it for the time being. One day, hopefully, all would be clear. For now, it was a safe place to be even though it would be considered dangerous by some. Being able to step out onto the stations was quite refreshing. She couldn’t very well have her personal tailor tag along on the Athena so, spending a few hours with Dahl Athyn were very rewarding.

When the young woman had told her of the handsome Orion she had seen, Marishka almost didn’t believe her. Athen’s taste in men was quite different than Marishka’s and, anything Orion, or Klingon, was suspect to Marishka. But now, here he was, walking ten paces in front of them.

• Marishka

Daggum paused at a kiosk that sold small bags of roasted nuts from a nearby planet. He smiled broadly at the merchant and appeared to have a lively and friendly exchange. As he took the bag and nodded his thanks, he turned his bulk in the direction of Marishka and his emerald eyes locked onto her and narrowed. His jaw noticeably clenched; but he took a breath and, as they came closer, he said “Ma’am. Nice to see you.” and gave her the barest of courteous nods and prepared to continue on his way.

Hammor

The young Bajoran woman travelling with Marishka took a step back. She had seen a few interactions like this before and knew that it would play out however it was meant to.

Marishka smiled easily and took a half step forward, her silver eyes looked him up and down and she was the picture of calm ease. She could tell he was lying but it was an easy polite lie.

“Really? Well I wouldn’t be offended if it wasn’t but I thank you for your kindness. Have you been here long?”

She wasn’t certain why she had started the conversation, he most likely didn’t with to engage with her. Most Orion men she had known greeted women out of habit and deference, not a desire for conversation. But Marishka was no ordinary woman. Her features would tell even the dimmest man that her coloring was not completely Orion and her striking features bore the hallmarks of her Klingon heritage. Today she chose not to dress like an Orion or a Klingon or even the Grecian persona that the members of the Athena had grown used to seeing her in. Today she simply wore a pair of black skinny jeans and a sequined black halter top which showed of her trademark belt and red hourglass navel piercing. Her dark wavy hair was down and reached nearly to her waist.

• Marishka