Posted by Lieutenant Commander Akirel Ros (Chief Engineer) in Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)

Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Akirel Ros (Chief Engineer) in Dark Star Bar - OP42 (Tag Orvos)
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Marishka had been on OP42 for several hours before she made her way to the bar. She knew it had had several names in the past but none of them registered with her at that moment. She had learned, through her network, that an associate had been running it for the last few weeks so she thought she might stop in and remind Cyden that he still owed her a favor and, even though she wasn’t here to collect it just now, he should probably be nice and offer her a free drink. She couldn’t shake the feeling that now might be the time to remain inconspicuous.

Stepping into the dimly lit bar, she glanced around and saw the usual variety of species milling about and several that had probably travelled quite far to be one with those bar stools. Still, her defenses were up more than they should be.

Catching the proprietor’s eye, she simply slid into a seat at the bar and pointed at a random bottle on the top shelf.

“Long time.” she said casually.

• Marishka

OOC: I noticed this was falling off the board, and as it is on OP42 and I have a few chars there, thought I would jump in for a cameo as well as keep it alive. Don’t worry, when Orvos shows I will exit ;)

OOC: Welcome Dave! I don’t mind if you want to jump in here. Catt has some ideas and it can be character development too!

OOC: Lets see how it plays out lol, I don’t mind lingering with Khain at all but at the same time, don’t want to intrude :D

“Weird name for a drink,” the voice came from off to the side of Marishka. Sitting on a stool to her right an arms length or so away was a Klingon, but one that was unlike most. This Klingon had a shaved bald head and wore a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee, as opposed to the long braided works that most wore. His uniform was layered black leather in a style that gave impressions of armor but at the same time looked flexible, and, it was clean. Very clean to the point where although it clearly wasn’t new, the warrior who wore obviously took pride in it. At his side, a Kut’luch dagger rested with a jeweled hilt in a jeweled scabbard, and his House Sash denoted the rank of Captain, Second-born son of his House. His voice was strong and his pronunciation was pointed and proper, different to the run of the mill Klingon meathead.

The bar tender had been wiping down the bottle and eyeing the neatly dressed Klingon as he spoke. It was true he had been serving the man all afternoon but he wouldn’t comment on the man’s judgement regarding the alcohol.

“I believe the lady was referring to the bottle on the shelf. This vintage is quite rare but I wouldn’t expect anyone without a fine eye to know that.” he said pouring slowly into a tall slender glass before sliding it across to Marishka. The last time he had met her, she looked quite different but, who could forget that scent?

“Oh low blow,” the Klingon at the bar said, and then laughed. “Making a joke about the guy with one eye, huh? Touché! I think the word is, yes? Or was it Savage?” Laughing again, the Klingon put his glass down. “Unfortunately, I seem to have lost my fine eye.”

Turning his head towards her the man clearly hadn’t been watching her point to the shelf, as covering his left eye was a metal eye patch that was stapled to his skin rather than worn with a strap. That eye patch was emblazoned with the same symbol as the Sash, a pair of crossed Kut’luch daggers. That same symbol was also borne on the sleek and unique looking Klingon Bird-of-Prey docked to the Stations ring, the one bearing the name Khazad’hea. If Marishka knew her Houses, she might know it as the symbol of House Kholl, a smaller House known for carrying out it’s interests in the shadows and with little time for the more common Klingon concerns about Honour. A small House, but not one that walked away on the losing side very often.

Marishka had observed the Klingon as soon as she entered the bar and wondered if he was the reason for her feeling so tense and quickly realized that wasn’t the case. He was the right species but, the wrong person.

“I recommend the Human whiskey, the Lagavulin,” the Klingon nodded to another bottle. “It’s less watered down than most of the other swill they call alcohol in here, and I wouldn’t trust their bloodwine. It’s a bad vintage.” In front of him on the bar, were a handful of empty shot glasses and a larger whiskey glass that still had an amount of booze in it. “You look tense, if I can make the observation.” Khain took in the woman, she seemed to have a little Orion mixed with her Klingon side. “New here, huh?”

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

Orvos had been sitting inconspicuously at a different table, donning civilian garb with a hood up. It wasn’t uncommon to find someone there wanting to keep low profiles. Something about Marishka caused his curiosity to stir within. Or maybe it was the hormones messing with him? He couldn’t be certain. Things had changed now, however, between he and Janna, so he had to be careful he didn’t easily succumb to her every whim. Knowing that she likely wouldn’t want him spying on her, he was aware she might use her body to her advantage. For now, he kept a curious eye on her.

-Lt. Comamnder Orvos Legen, CE

“Perhaps you mistake attention for alertness Captain. It’s a common flaw in those who don’t know me very well. How long have you been docked here?” she asked in between sips of her delicious beverage.

• Marishka

“I might indeed be making that mistake,” Khain nodded, then waved back to the bartender and pointed to his glass for a refill. “Do many people not know you very well or are you commonly known? Oh, and call me Khain, you aren’t part of my crew. No reason for you to get all official on me.” He told her with a grin, then looked in the mirror on the wall behind the bartender scanning the crowd behind them in the bar.

“I’ve been docked here about a week on this run, but the Outpost has been my home port for about a year now as we, do stuff.” He shrugged lightly and picked up his glass after the bartender had filled it a little more with the whiskey he was drinking. “So what is the fine vintage you’re drinking, educate me, and are you waiting for someone or just passing through?” His voice wasn’t loud enough to carry past Marishka, but his eye checked the mirror on the wall again, glancing over the three figures at different tables who had hardly touched their drinks. Might be nothing.

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

Marishka watched the bar tender pour then silently leave. She knew his habits and wondered how he had ended up here. Her associates hadn’t given her all the details and she was only here to put her face back in his memory.

“Very well then Khain. What I’m drinking doesn’t translate well even with the use of universal translators. He just calls it lightning.” she said pointing at the bar tender, “I’ve decided that that’ll do for now. It goes down quite smooth and lights the fire in your mind and belly. And yet you’re still able to keep your wits about you. At least I am.”

“Hmm,” Khain made a sound of acknowledgement from the back of his throat, “handy thing to have about you, those wits. Sounds like you at least have that fine eye your friend spoke about.” Now Khain waved his hand in the direction of the bartender Marishka had pointed at, not losing the personal address she had used towards the man in naming the drink. She hadn’t answered what she was doing here but she had expressed familiarity with, if not this bar, the bartender.

She had only drank about half the glass being mindful of her surroundings all the while.

“So, what kind of, stuff. do you do?”

Marishka didn’t expect a truthful answer but was curious as to what kind of story he could spin.

• Marishka

Now he swung on the barstool to face her but leaned on the bar with his elbow, striking a relaxed pose as he drank the whiskey and took her in for a moment as if taking her measure. He didn’t hide it, on the contrary he let her see that he was obviously doing what he was doing. “You’re not a tax collector are you.” When he spoke his voice was deeper but the light smirk at the corner of his mouth and raise of one eyebrow conveyed the joke.

“The Khazad’hea works out of this station as a pirate hunter,” Khain told her. “I have a writ from the Counsel authorizing operations in the old Romulan Star Empire territory and Federation space. It seems piracy has grown in leaps and bounds since the old Empire went down. We hunt pirates, collect bounties and visit worlds that used to belong to the Romulans and, well,” here he shrugged and grinned at her, and for just a moment that grin was dangerous and showed a purpose that his friendly nature hadn’t revealed, “see what we can find out there.” He seemed to deliberately and playfully hide that last statement behind his glass as he took a drink.

The way that this woman held herself and spoke, together with the air of confidence she held that was more than just that of her Orion side led him to feel that she would have an idea of what he meant. He could feel no point to hiding what he did, she was intelligent enough and seemed familiar enough with the way things worked to deserve better than a lie. “Now, you know about me and even know my name. Do I get the honour of at least knowing yours?”

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad’hea

Marishka turned slightly to face him. Leaning back a bit and relaxing, this opened her body up a bit revealing sensuous curves and lots of skin. Her dark hair was swept back and tied with leather. The large opal hung on a black strand of pearls at her throat and she wondered if this intelligent man would know what it meant. Only one person had seen the writing on the underside of the framework that held the stone though. Her silvery eyes took him in.

“Taxes are definitely not what I collect. If I’m ever in the mood to collect that is. My name is Marishka. I claim no house and no house claims me. We like it that way. So, have you found anything interesting? I do know that there are lots of interesting things to be found.” she said with another smile.

Marishka set her glass down on the bar and used that moment to glance at the mirrors that had been strategically placed on the back wall. They offered a broad view of the room. She had a feeling that one of the tables was occupied by someone she wanted to keep up her sleeve as it were.

• Marishka