Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Srothell Ch’zaolrirh (Chief Security Officer) in SB 257 - Klingon Bar (Attn: Ric)
The promenade of SB 257 had quieted down since the Olinski’s arrival. There were still one or two shops open, including a small Klingon tavern. Ch’zaolrirh had spotted the tavern on the way in and figured it was as good a place as any to end the night. Once he and Ric could see it, he pointed it out. “I’m sure they’ve got something stronger there.”

Above the door was a crude sign. it read, “HIq naDev.” Klingon for, “Drink Here.” Inside, there were a few tables, Most of the patrons were in Star Fleet uniform, with the exception of a loan Saurian. When the two officers entered, it looked as though he was staring. However, that was just how he always looked.

Taking their seats, the Klingon barman wasted no time coming over. Smacking his hands on the table, he began to speak: “DujlIj ‘oH!?”

Ch’zaolrirh’s antannae twitched at the sound. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but he felt fairly confident, he could order a drink at this point. Clearing his throat and furling his brow slightly, he responded, “Chech’tluth.”

The Klingon barely gave the COS a nod before turning towards Ric, “‘EJ?”

COS Ch’zaolrih

Ric’s Klingon was a bit rusty, but he was pretty sure he was just asked what he wanted to drink. Searching his memory for the right phrase, he repled, “nIm wIb ngogh je waqmey HInob. ‘oH.”

The look on the Klingons face indicated to Ric that his language skills were rustier than he first thought.

Ricochet (CAG)