Role Play Logs

Also sitting in the waiting area is a young Trill ensign. He still bears the wounds that we got in the sparing match with the sleeping klingon opposite him.

The door to the Chief of Security’s Office opens with a quiet pnuematic hiss and the khre’Arrain presents herself. She leans against the open jamb and crosses her arms, feeling a bit like a principal seeing two young boys who got into a schoolyard fight. “Ensign Bajel Markville,” she glances from one to the other, “And a Klingon whose name I can’t pronounce.” She sighs, “I have better things to do than babysit Federation and Klingon officers who can’t get along. One of you,” she points randomly to Markville. “Tell me what happened. The other of you,” she points purposely at the Klingon, “Don’t interrupt. Your turn will come.”

A male Klingon must have some keen hearing as he wakes when the security officer begins speaking, because now his eyes open and he awakens fully. “HIja’, Officer.” He nods and turns to the Trill giving him a stare that causes his eyes to squint. He does not say anything, yet, and for how long, who knows. He instead folds his arm and settles back into his chair, quietly.

The ensign looks toward the Klingon before saying “Well khre’Arrain; as you may or may not know, a few days ago, this Klingon officer,” he turns toward the Klingon and says “Who seems to not be able to tell me his name,” His gaze returns to the romulan “knocked me unconcious, during combat training. I challenged him to a rematch yesterday. We were fighting and then he pulled his d’k tag on me and threatened to kill me. As you know, I called security and then you know the rest.”

“I know that you fled the scene,” Nalah says with some note of irritation in her response. She pauses, eyebrows raising slightly as she sighs and tries to interpret, “So, you challenged a Klingon to a spar, got upset that he knocked you out and— for some reason that I can only classify as stupidy — rechallenged him to another spar. During the second spar, you did nothing to further provoke the Klingon officer and he suddenly and without cause, pulled a blade weapon on you. Are you sure you didn’t leave out any details?”

A male Klingon has a smug look about himself as he smirks at the Trill’s explanation of the events. Within crossed arms he balls his fist, what seems to be a successful attempt at keeping his place for the moment being. On a side note, he’s still of course dressed in what he was when the scene started, no doubt still smelling of the workout too, which is a little muskier than the usual Klingon on duty and he still bears some cuts and bruises of his own physically. The Klingon remains quiet, observing the Romulan closely, though not in the same threatening look that he gives the Trill on occasion.

The ensign makes a facial expression not dissimilar to that of a boy whose secret sweet stash has been found. The ensign says “Well I may have…” The ensign mumbles something uncertainly.

khre’Arrain Nalah t’Khnialmnae puts a finger to her ear. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. You may have what? Insulted his mother?”

The ensign says “I may have called him a petaQ… as well as one other /insignificant/ insult.”.

A male Klingon can’t keep quiet for long, at least in a form of a up-roaring laughter deep down from his gut, which starts to hurt him a bit, or at least his hands clench at his stomach for a short moment when he stopped his laughter. He caughs for a moment then continues to watch the Romulan do her job, however mundane it may be.

Waiting for the Klingon to settle down, Nalah gives the Klingon a sour look. Ahem. “So you not only insulted him, but you insulted him in his own language,” she states unexcitedly, her piercing gaze moving back to the Trill. “Anything further you’d like to add to the report?”

The ensign allmost seems to be releived deep down before saying “Nothing other than the fact that security responded to my call swiftly and that is is a most eficient department.”

*** Skill Willpower rolled by a male Klingon with modifier -1. Check result: success! (by 4)

A male Klingon just shakes his head, managing to keep quiet until further notice. His hands not so secretly ball up into fists under his crossed arms.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Nalah adds in deadpan expression as she turns to Hughpe’. “And your version of events?” Not that she’s expecting him to deny anything.

It’s the Klingon’s turn now, and for this he stands up from his chair, fully facing the Security Officer and giving a salut. It’s not about flattery, it’s about Military Procedures, at least his own, who knows what Romulan procedures are, “Hughpe’ lagh, reporting.” He begins, completely ignoring the Trill now as he starts, “I need not repeat that it started as a sparring match. However let it be known that he is /without honor/!” His voice booming into the waiting room when emphasizing, “It was not him calling me a petaQ, rather it was the ‘insignificant’ insult that followed.” He bares his teeth, showing that he is gritting down on them hard now as he tries to keep is emotions to a minimum.

The ensign winches thinking about what is to come.

Cringing only once during the booming voice part, and briefly at that, Nalah raises a brow in pique curiosity. “Elaborate,” eying the Ensign’s response to the lagh’s testimony, she points at him again. “What did you say to him?”

A male Klingon was just about to say, but closes his mouth when he realizes she means the Trill to speak first. It takes the Klingon a lot of willpower to wait his turn, his palms already reddening at the surface of his constant fist balling.

The ensign calms himself beofre saying “Not intending to be racist krhe’Arrain but I called him a “cowardly Romulan”.”

Oh dear. Nalah grits her teeth for a long moment, eventually smiling rather sinisterly. “Of course you didn’t mean to be racist. How else could that /possibly/ be taken?” Her tounge runs along the lower edge of her teeth in the awkward silence that follows. “Very well. Lagh Hughpe’, if you have nothing further to add, you are dismissed. I make no judgement on your actions but will include them in my report.” Beat. “You.” Clearly now directing all energies to the Trill, “Are a disgrace to this crew. Starfleet would undoubtably frown upon your actions of openly inciting violence with the crew. You will be held in quarantine because I believe your words to be like a disease. Disciplinary consequences will come from a Commmanding Officer. Until that time, make yourself at home.” This time she points to Cell 1.

The ensign knows when he’s beaten “Very well, khre’Arrain. I will require medical attention sometime soon” The ensign enters the cell.

A tall, thin, trillic male UFP Ensign heads to the Brig One.

“As you can see,” The Klingon begins, almost hissing in the Trill’s general direction, “He not only has insulted my honor but also that of this crew.” He inhales a deep breath, keeping his eyes trained on the Romulan Officer and nods, “I was not going to, or will, kill a member of this crew.” He gives the Trill a disgusted look as he continues, “Starfleet seems to have deemed him a valuable asset…” He offers the Officer another Salute before he makes a sharp turn towards the exit and departs.

“Starfleet’s idea of value and mine are apparently contradictary,” the Chief of Security states almost under her breath as she turns and glowers at the cell.

khre’Arrain Nalah t’Khnialmnae says, “Computer, secure brig one”
A forcefield springs into place in the Brig One exit.
A pleasant male tenor voice says, “Brig one has been secured.”
The door to the exit opens.
A male Klingon heads to the exit.
The door to the exit closes.

khre’Arrain Nalah t’Khnialmnae says, “Computer, stop recording and file audio log to Nalah-Gamma-Gamma-One.”
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