Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)
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“Just beer for now,” Khain replied and waved to the barkeep for another. “Oh, and bring some of those crunchy things humans eat,” he called to the man. “I forget the name, they are curly and hard.”

“Nikki here may be able to help us with some of the cargo we acquire that has no home,” he explained to Morden. “Certain items that the Outpost can use we can donate for a good cause, it appears some items from here have been going missing as well, we may have to keep an eye open for them in our travels.”

Captain Khain

Char took the beer when it arrived and stepped back once more. “Yes, Captain. I will get a full inventory to you within the hour. And will make sure we keep an eye out.” Her head inclined, on the last part, to Nikki. She wasn’t asking for permission to have the hour. She wasn’t someone who padded her answers to make herself look better. If she said she could have it in an hour, she would.

Char
Khain’s XO

Nikki scrutinized Morden as he put back a swallow. The lass was a quiet Kling and earlier he had crossed paths with a snowflake Rommie. What was it about this station that it attracted utterly uncharacteristic elements. At least the trumped up dictator of a security chief fit the mold. “Aye, lass. I’m missin things and I don’t like te be missing me things,” by his tone the sentence could have been finished with ‘when they’re makin a profit out of them’. “May even be marked as scrap,” he added, then shrugged. “Take a load off. Tomorrow is soon enough. This mess wasn’t built in a day, but somehow the powers felt that droppin poor ol Nikki into the middle of it was a grand plan.” He smirked before taking a short swallow suggesting he was in no way feeling put out.
- Nikki

Char took a long draw from her drink and looked at Nikki. A slight upturn of her lip was matched by a flash of something in her eyes. “I somehow doubt the words ‘poor ol’’ and ‘Nikki’ are ever used in the same breath.” She looked at him for a long moment and wondered just what his line was. There was more to him than simply being the Ops manager around here. She had known many. But this one had the likings of a smuggler about him. It amused her and she figured her Captain’s comradery with the man was because he saw the same thing.

Char
Khain’s XO

Nikki’s hands opened out in a kind of plea and his expression was contrite. “Bein humble can never be a bad thing,” he said, then smiled. “Consider it a curse laid on me by me departed gran.”

“What do you mean?” Khain looked at her with a fake hurt expression on his face and an ever so slight smirk behind it. “Poor Mr Brako here has been assigned to a Station that is busier than its state of repair should be, and plagued by theft and missing items, surrounded by villains from the old Romulan Empire and their subjected species. It would send us honest businessmen and hard working Officers into despair if we could do nothing about it,” Now Khain grinned, showing his full Klingon smile of which the roguelike aspect of his eye patch was only enhanced.

“Villains,” Nikki said with a smile forming. “Oh, lad, Rommies are a formidable people fer business. I like em. They have a good head fer the deal.” He took a drink. “Deals be in short supply here when one is plagued with a station fallin apart and me own people working against me. So we need some good business partners te work with. The Fleeters don’t understand that.”

“Luckily, we can do something about it,” and he raised his beer in another toast and took a handful of the pretzels that the barkeep had placed beside them. “Tomorrow, like Nikki says, the Outpost has the Khazad’hea at it’s service, thank to House Kholl and the Klingon Empire’s foresight to send us here.”

Captain Khain

He raised his glass and smiled. “Aye, now things begin te move.”
- Nikki

Char took a half step forward and silently joined her glass to theirs. She did as she was ordered. She just hoped her ill feelings about this were merely from the style in which the situation was unfolding, and not the situation itself.

Char
Khain’s XO

“Och lass, don’t put on the sour expression. I’m believin that some of the people aboard are takin materials and sellin ‘em. They be sayin that this and that is fixed and that part replaced but when I have a gander it is old things still in place.My first thought was te just make a hit on the gang doin it and be done with it.” He took a drink and frowned. “But the Feds frown on that kind o thing.” His other hand came up and tapped at his temple and leaned in. “So we make a hit, but be quiet about it.”
- Nikki

It was those words that did illicit a reaction from the Klingon female. The edge of her lips turned up almost in a sneer. “Now quiet and effective are words I see attributed to you, Mr Nikki.” She said and looked to her Captain for his reactions at this escalating into more than keeping an eye out for stuff. She knew how’d he feel without the ship and crew, or the station, to contend with. But this was something she wasn’t sure how he’d feel about.

Char
Khain’s XO