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It hadn’t taken long after Viyara had arrived on the Starbase for her to find out that the ship she was supposed to board was not there. After a quick tête-à-tête with the quartermaster, she had dropped her belongings off at her new quarters and changed out of her uniform. She put on a short, black pleated skirt; a snugly fitting, dark purple shirt with shot, lacy sleeves; and a pair of black, strappy high-heels. Her Hair fell loosely down her back and her whole attire left not only a fair portion of her Trill markings visible, but also many of her tattoos. After refreshing her makeup, she headed to one of the bars on the Starbase. After all, what better place to find out about rumours than a bar?

The place that struck her interest was called “The Likable Hornet”. What a curious name! After a quick glance around, Viyara walked confidently towards the bar. Sitting down sideways at a stool, her legs crossed at the knee and her right arm resting on the counter, she listened in on the conversations around her while also trying to catch the bartender’s eye.

~Ensign Nazeen, Science

A strange group of three entered right about that time. A man of average build was wearing dark leather pants and jacket. Another man strode in behind him. This man was tall with a rather muscular physique. His eyes were calm, but his body was tense. And finally, a petite redhaired woman entered. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her leather garb was form fitting. It did attract some eyes her way, but she paid no mind to it. They took a table of their own and waited to be served.

-Party of Three

Out of the corner of her eye Viyara notice the group enter the bar. She deliberately turned her head and partly shifted her upper body, to get a better look at them. They certainly caught her interest. But for now she was happy with the role of observer, wondering who they might be and what had brought them here out of all places. Guessing by the looks they attracted they weren’t regulars. Yet for her purpose that might not be a bad thing. After all, if they had a ship of their own, they might have picked up something that hinted at where the Athena was right now. And while didn’t mind not really being on duty, Viyara already missed the since labs. The computer in her room and her tricorder just weren’t good enough substitutes.

~Ensign Nazeen, Science

Next to enter the bar was the tall glass of kali-fal that was Ky’Laria. Frankly bored from an entire day of moving from visitor lounge to crew lounge to office lobby, with no answers to her Athena-related questions forthcoming, she had asked a passing human about a place to distract oneself. The contradiction in terms inherent to this establishment’s name - if taking the human’s word for it - had amused her, and for no other reason, she had opted to come. Though now that she was here, it pleased her ears that the place seemed well-insulated from the discord of dozens, sometimes hundreds of people all talking about different things, assailing her ears all day. Also, in establishments such as these, inhibitions were diluted, and if one was fortunate, sometimes blood ran hot. Never a bad time, in Ky’Laria’s estimation…

She was still garbed in the uniform of her homeland’s Fleets, and at a glance, even the ignorant observer could guess that hers was a star navy first, long before an exploratory organization. Pistol holsters - akimbo, but unfilled - adorned the hips of a carbon-grey suit which caught points of light as it clung, paint-like to her form. The next layer was formed by an ensemble of semi-rigid ceramo-plastic plates and strips, laid in patterns to protect those parts of the body where mobility could be traded for protection. Her shoulders were covered with formed pads, small enough to stay out of the way but large enough to each display a pair of broad golden metal bars, trimmed with thin piping in bright chrome. They stood out, small bits of pomp and circumstance on an otherwise functional and perhaps stealthy get-up.

Ky’Laria surveyed the room with featureless, quicksilver eyes, resting her hands on the openings of her holsters as she learned what she could from a glance. Noteworthy to her were the only three people she had yet seen wearing so much leather that day, at a table; and the… woman, making a poor attempt at subtle observation. Or, perhaps an excellent success of non-subtle observation. Human? No, the vitals weren’t right. This one felt like… most of a Trill. This one must have lacked the symbiotic organism carried by the handful of Trill she had yet met. The mundane made interesting by circumstance.

She bore an aloof, somewhat aristocratic air as she strode to the bar counter, taking position three stools to the left of the Trill and keeping unseen tabs on all around her. She unclipped a hand terminal from a utility point on her uniform and held it out to the bartender. “Do you have a replicator that can accept this pattern?” she queried flatly.

The bartender blinked a few times at the small holographic image which slowly twirled atop the display of the odd terminal in Ky’Laria’s hand. “N– I don’t think it can interface with your terminal, lady,” he replied with a shake of his head, trying not to appear daunted by this stranger’s forceful personality. Ky’Laria sighed with disappointment and thumbed the power control on the terminal. “Water,” she said, bringing the pad back to its mounting point on her person.

-Squadron Sub-Admiral Ky’Laria (Alien Bigshot)

The footsteps of the next patron to enter the bar were barely audible. Most barely even noticed the being who entered, despite the Starfleet blues she wore. Specially tailored Starfleet blues, to fit a form barely over two and a half feet tall. One might think that Puss in Boots had jumped out of the fairy tale, for that was the first impression this being gave, although her fur was grey instead of the orange tabby of the character’s usual portrayal. Either that, or someone had severely shrunken a Caitian.

There was one individual who did notice her, the bartender, as the new arrival leaped from the floor onto a stool right next to the heavily-geared alien. “I will have a water as well,” she spoke. Her voice was soft, feminine, and had a low rumble to it. A purring echo.

“I’ll have to see your I.D., kid. This is a bar. Not really a place for…” the bartender squinted at her. “Children.”

“I am not a child, I am Ensign Tikka, soon to be of the USS Athena,” the young officer explained, looking excited. Her eyes were wide, flicking around to look here and there with curiosity. She did show her ID though.

The man stared at the ID for way too long before finally handing it back. “It says you were born in 2386.”

Ensign Tikka, Scientist