Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Side sim - My kingdom for a Shuttle! (Urg’tohn)

Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Side sim - My kingdom for a Shuttle! (Urg’tohn)
((Despite not being played out yet, we are assuming Bri is now the Head of Mining))

Hair rad swaying like wildfire around her head, and a voice raised with equal heat. Brianna was standing before the Officer of the Deck trying to make him understand the urgency. “Look, I’m not asking for something with warp capabilities and a galley. I want a shuttle I can use to scan over the local areas and the unmarked ones. It’s not a difficult thing!” Her voice, despite the normal machinery and noises of the hanger, could still be heard if one listened for it. While railing on the man, she had managed not to turn it into some weird feminine shriek that many women got when enraged.

“Look, Lady. I don’t have any to spare! I’m telling you.” He pointed to the ones she had referred to a moment ago. “And I told you, them’s ain’t mine to give ya leave to use.” Despite them having the Station logo on the side, he insisted the woman couldn’t use them. He’d tried rank and position, but it hadn’t worked. She had both. Then he’d tried mechanical failure, none were ready. She sighted the fact that the three ships beside them were listed as ‘available’ the evening before. And now, he was just trying to wait out her rage till she stormed off.

Trouble was, her feet were firmly planted. She wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Brianna O’Harra
Head of Mining Operations

The meal with the Police Constable and the Karlson’s had gone swimmingly. Now was time for the House Duroc entourage to return to their ship and await the next step… or so they thought.

As the massive Klingon Lord Duroc led his contingent to their shuttle, he heard the voices raised and his head swiveled to take in the scene. A raised fist halted everyone in their tracks and Urg’tohn, Klingon warrior, Faithful of the Builder, Lord of House Duroc, and former psychiatric patient and ward of the Klingon medical complex… smiled. “Oh… I want to see this. The Builder sees fire in that one.” he said in a low growl.

Urg, Son of The Builder

The voices were going back and forth and people had started to gather. One mechanic looking man, a full six inches and fifty pounds better than the redhead, moved up behind the boss and took his side.

Her voice rose a notch as she stepped into the man. “And if you claim they are ‘down for maintenance’, then why were they listed available yesterday?”

The dark haired man laughed. “Cause they weren’t ‘down’ till this mornin’.” He took a half step forward, goading her.

As they were arguing, a set of folks, Andorian and Human, moved into one of the shuttles. She glanced over then back at the mechanic who shrugged. “Just fixed it. They were in line before ya.” He spit at her feet and turned to go, the Deck Officer laughed and stepped aside to the spit fly. As the man between them stepped to Bri’s left, she took a step forward. Both hands shoved at the dark haired man’s chest as he started to turn. Her curse word would be understood in any language as the vileness of the vixen showed thru brighter than her hair.

The Deck Officer watched as the mechanic staggered back a step out of shock, then faced her head on, called her a name no one should ever hear and swung his right hand towards her face. It was open, for a slap, but with his size and weight, it would do more than leave a sting.

Brianna
HoM