Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Commercial District - Criminals and the City (Tag Shivan)

Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Commercial District - Criminals and the City (Tag Shivan)

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Commercial District - Criminals and the City (Tag Shivan)
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“Bye, ladies,” Jezem wiggled his fingers after the group of women seated around wide eight-top in the middle of a bar so fancy and pretentious that it’s called a “parlor”. They were like him, bored spouses of the rich with a desire for work that equaled their desire to better themselves as people and contribute to society as a whole. It was simple enough to casually insert himself into their exclusive little group. An orion househusband to a rich ferengi? A cute commodity. Of course they had to take him under their fluffed up wings. And Jezem? Jezem will utilize his extensive skills and training to tear them apart from the inside out.

Oh, the drama to be beautifully mastermind into fruition. There was only one way for this to end and that was with the heel of someone’s shoe smashed into another’s stupid pinched face. And Jezem will be there, watching it all unfold while sipping exotic drinks. Until then he kept himself engaged by stirring up petty drama and pointless arguments. To think he thought he would be bored out of his mind in this no man’s town of Federation space.

Jezem hummed to himself as he strolled confidently throw the commercial district. A pleasant buzz tickled his thoughts. He dressed as he always did in typical Orion garb that barely covered the key parts and left the rest wrapped in shimmery gold. The rich ladies loved it, it made them think him rustic and nouveau riche. A alien to be petted and loved upon while tearing him down in private. The look attracted attention and Jezem welcomed it.

He turned towards what he would ungenerously call the rough side of the commerce district. The good and proper citizens whispered about this area with wide eyes and endless rumors. Idiots, all of them. All that fear and trepidation over a barely criminal sector that a syndicate port would call mockingly describe as cute. Though he was an upstanding citizen now, Jezem craved the excitement of his old life and this was the closest he’s going to get to that. Perhaps he’ll get lucky and something interesting will happen here today.

Jezem

If this was all the ‘rough’ district in this city had to offer, it was lucky this was where Shivan, or Thyr as he was known here, ended up here. He had no money. More or less nothing with him, he’d had to leave behind everything that might look suspicious. He had to keep this identity clean at least for now. And this seemed like a pretty safe ‘rough’ district, at least for him. No one who knew him would be here. Probably. He could hope.

“Thyr” headed down the road, head ducked down, wearing clothes he’d picked up on the freighter he’d used to get to this dumb rock. He needed to find a way to make money. He couldn’t stay here. It was only so long before those after him figured out what he’d done, no matter how unlikely he thought it was for him to be recognized here. And then they’d come after him.

Shivan’s point was made when he saw a familiar face: green skin, skimpy clothes, stupid face. It could be no other. He headed over and came close to the man. “Jezem!” He hissed in his ear.

~ Thyr Th’arialat

The scuff of shoes on the ground, heavy with the weight of muscle. Larger than Jezem. Casual approach. The orion kept himself limber and lose, ready to act a moments notice. And then. Gods no. Jezem spun around, fury written upon his face. Not this ice-blood with a face so dopey it put inbred dogs to shame. And that haircut. Like a starfleet cadet lost a practice battle with a buzzer. “Gods! Stop spitting in my ears I can hear you just fine from over there.”

Jezem wiped his ears like Shivan carried the Denobulan plague, “What in the hundred hells are you doing here? This is a Federation colony! And gods, where did you get those clothes? Are they the unwanted scraps of a donation bin?”

Jezem

Shivan kept close, his voice low, “At least my breath doesn’t smell like a Tellarite’s backside.” He looked around cautiously like someone might jump out to get him, “Who else is here? Anyone we know? Or just your sorry bum?” Despite the sarcastic remark, his voice was low and full of caution and worry.

Then he looked down at himself, straightening the shirt he wore under a denim jacket, “No… They’re out of a shipment on a freighter.” He made a face, “I think it was headed to whatever colony likes to act like 1990’s Earth.” He wore a blue denim jacket with gold snaps, a white t shirt, and a pair of sweatpants. It was not at all his normal style.

~ Thyr Th’arialat

Jezem snapped, “Stop reminding me of your weird fetish,” He tried to step back but Shivan would not let up. Does he not know how suspicious he’s acting right now? A big andorian male looming over a smaller orion and not taking the hint to back off? Yeah, real classy. This is why Shivan was never allowed to make important decisions. “They’re the ugliest clothes I’ve ever seen,” he said with a sneer before continuing, “How would I know? I’m clean now. Living the life of a kept man, a trophy husband.” His words oozed pride.

Jezem narrowed his eyes at Shivan, “You haven’t answered my question. What are you doing in a Federation Colony?”

Jezem