Posted by Civilian Marishka (Lounge Host) in Meeting the Captain(?)

Posted by Captain Orvos Legen (Commanding Officer) in Meeting the Captain(?)

Posted by Civilian Khabal (Civilian) in Meeting the Captain(?)
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Khabal knocked on the door he was instructed to go to and waited patiently for an answer.

On the way there, most of the people he saw were in uniform with very few out of uniform. He wondered if they were upper echelon or civilian. There were some looks of curiosity but no one had seemed interested in stopping him, most likely because of who was accompanying him.

• Khabal

“Come in,” came the sound of a distracted captain at his desk in the ready room, sensing the strange presence of someone new in the corners of his mind.

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Marishka had left the cargo bay with Khabal. Offering to be his defacto tour guide served many purposes and kept him close.

“Oh please, after you Mister Khabal.” she said patiently.

After explaining to the COS what the ship was, and who Khabal was, Marishka had not shown any hostility towards him and maintained a cool professionalism. Still, she wondered how dear Orvos would react to seeing her in this near official capacity.

• Marishka

Khabal stepped in as the door opened. Walking up to the desk and standing to the left, he waited for Marishka to step up beside him and make introductions.

• Khabal

Marishka glided into the room after Khabal and stood slightly to the right of him.

“Captain Legen, may I introduce Mister Khabal because, if he has a rank, I do not know it. He is of Quarm.”

“Mister Khabal, this is our Captain, Legen. All that you seek is ultimately within his power to grant.”

Marishka stepped aside and sat in a comfortable chair. This was her indication to Orvos that she was not going anywhere unless he ordered her to.

• Marishka

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OOC: Sorry for the delay guys!

IC: Orvos soaked in the scene set before him in his ready room. He rarely saw her in his ready room, despite their fake marriage. Seeing her in this capacity alone clued him in that this was a strange situation. Orvos allowed his empathic senses to open up, getting a feel for both people in the room.

Orvos stood up and gave a warm smile. “Mr. Khabal, a pleasure to meet you. I must admit, while I’ve heard of your species, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting someone like you in person. What brings you to the Athena?”

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Khabal’s smile was genuine and friendly and Orvos’ empathy could pick up on it, but he also felt the undercurrents of other emotions, cold, calculating, and other possibly alien emotional states that Orvos couldn’t identify.

Orvos’s demeanor mirrored the friendliness while in the back of his mind he took a mental note of other less savory emotions.

“The pleasure is mine. What brings me is that after extensive travels and such, my ship needs resupply. I was told by others that the Federation faction was helpful and more receptive of such requests so I sought you out. Not you specifically, this was just happenstance. I do not expect this assistance to be rendered without some compensation from myself of course.”

• Khabal

Orvos raised an eyebrow. “I’m open to rendering assistance, but what sort of compensation are you offering in return?” he asked curiously. The Athena was typically able to give aid to those in need, but few offered something in return.

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Khabal shrugged. He wasn’t psionically active but he knew Orvos’ people were. Khabal didn’t feel the need to mask his mind or emotions.

“If you know of my people or, more specifically, my genotype, there’s the obvious contract options. Also, I do have to maintain my own ship, plot my own navigation, operate my own weapons. It is a single pilot vehicle after all. Also I have a plethora of information contained in star charts and stellar surveys where species from this part of your galaxy have yet to tread.”

• Khabal

Orvos raised a curious eyebrow. “We’re always open to information in star charts and surveys. Though I am curious about your ‘contracts’. I’m not terribly familiar with your species. Spiral Nomads don’t have a lot of recorded history with people here in the galaxy it would seem. What sort of contracts do you offer?”

-Captain Orvos Legen, CO

Marishka silently rose from her chair, went to the replicator, and did what most people on the Athena expected her to do best… Serve them in one way or another. She set a large tray of varied hors d’oeuvres, a pot of hot black tea, three cups, cream, sugar, etcetera on a small table.

“Pardon me Captain Legen. One thing you will notice is that Mr. Khabal’s physiology bears a resemblance to mine in the fact that he must eat well and eat often. Therefore this meal is in both of our best interests.”

As she spoke she served three small plates and three hot mugs of tea making Orvis’ the way she knew he preferred it and leaving Khabal to fix his own.

Khabal picked foods high in protiens, carbs, and electrolytes.

“As for these contracts, I am very curious to hear you explain them to our Captain as well sir.”

She picked up her plate and mug and silently returned to her seat.

• Marishka

Khabal nodded.

“Of my people I am Quarm. We are of the step and the shadows. The takers of life. I’m one of the few to make it to release from the hand to be an independent operator. Contracts with a Quarm are contracts of death. We are obligated to complete any contract we accept or die trying. Of course it’s at the Quarm’s discretion to accept a contract or not.” Khabal explained before taking another bite of his food, “I understand that my kind are frowned upon in many societies yet we are called upon more often than you would likely expect by those very same societies. In this part of your galaxy the Romulans and Cardassians seem to have an affection for us. Even in your faction’s space there are groups that seek us out. But as inferred earlier, contracts are not all I have to offer.”

• Khabal