Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) 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

The fist traveled quick… and then stopped dead. A gloved hand had grasped the man’s arm above the elbow. A very deep voice said loudly across the bay “In Klingon society, a female has the right to fight any male. And a male can fight her as if she was a male. We believe that sex is no deterrent to the spirit of a warrior.” and then he yanked the man around and picked him up off the floor, putting his face even with the massive Klingon’s. “The problem here is… *YOU ARE NO KLINGON!” and he smashed his head ridges into the man’s face, sending blood splatter across his own face and onto those next to him. He dropped the man to deck and whirled around , ready for the next opponent.

As their Lord engaged, his guards formed a ring around the crowd, disruptors and blades drawn.

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc and Son of the Builder

She had turned her head slightly, bracing to take the smack on the side of her head, when suddenly it wasn’t there. As the blood sprayed from the busted nose splattered blood, even on the right side of her face and neck, she turned, without missing a beat, and glared at the Deck Officer. Stepping up to him, she glared. “I’ll let the Governor know what happened here. So don’t even try to put this on me. You did this to your man.” She pointed to the man on the floor, curled into a ball, cradling his nose at Urg’s feet.

She then looked up at the Klingon, her rage still plain on her face. “And just so you know, no, he isn’t Klingon. That means you had no right to interfere.” Bri had stepped up to Urg with fire in her eyes. Her hand rose to poke his chest, her size meaning it was higher than normal and made her seem even smaller than she was. “I was doing just fine. Now I’ll never get a shuttle thanks to you!” Her nostrils flared as her breathing, already shallow with her anger, stayed just above normal. The quick rises and falls of her chest letting him know that he was the one in her sights now.

Brianna
HoM