The Klingons did not notice Aiel following them. They were too focused on finding their prey. Or rather, the perfect spot to kill their prey. They know where he works, and where he lives. They hope to set up an ambush to attack this one on his way home. They walk around for a while, bickering on places, pointing and…
OOC: Yeah. Sorry if you get a few copies, my internet was messing up. Persi: Thank you. *They continue on their tour of the ship.* OOC: I think the important stuff is over with that. Unless Valti and Persi wishh to make an appearance at Ten Forward?
*Persi tenses up. His smile freezes on his face.* Persi: Father... I realize this... atleast let me have a few memorable moments on this ship with you before we talk about war... again... *He turns to his father, the smile gone. While his face may look emotionless, his eyes show true, genuine fear.*
Persi: Indeed. Loki was telling me once about how their transporters work. It was fascinating! Apparently, they scan the body, memorize the atomic makeup, seperate the atoms, and then propel them faster then light to the destination, where they are reassembled again. And warp drive. The geniuses they must have had to…
The lead Klingon grunted at the idiot that insulted Aiel. "We are here fo one romuluSngan. Not random ones in the street!" he says. The Idiot grunted. "She was looking at us funny!" he complains. The Leader looks like he's about to kill the Idiot, then stops. "Just shut up, peta'Q!" They continue on their way.
*Persi shakes his head* Persi: Father, change is a natural thing. It is needed to survive. Just as the sands change in a desert, or a predator changes for his prey and enviroment. Just as prey changes for the predator... *They reach a window, looking out into space. Persi gestures toward it.* Persi: Even the galaxy…
*Persi looks at his father as they walk down the corridor.* Persi: Do you actually believe that Salam is the Mahdi? *He realizes how that can be construed* Persi: I mean, do actually think him an emissary of God? An actual angel?
Stelam wakes to the blaring alarm of his clock. He hits it and gets out of bed slowly, groaning. He hadn't sleep well at all, and he doesn't know why. He just had a feeling something horrible would happen. He shakily gets out of bed. "Computer, classical track 8, please." he said as he starts to get dressed. It was pretty…
D'Tan: Of course. *He smiles at her, then looks of at the side* D'Tan, muttering: Now, what to discard for Obisek... I can remove this her- *The transmission ends*
*Eth'rina nods and cuts the line. She nods to her comms officer. The message appears on D'Tan's desk, who accepts it.* D'Tan: Oh, jolan'tru Eth'rina. How are you? Eth'rina: I'm fine, thank you Praetor. We have arrived to the thalaron signals and foind that it is the Alidar's Revenge. D'Tan: Tol'ina? Eth'rina: Yes sir. She…
*Persi walks in. He had been walking the ship for hours, and decided to show the preacher respect before he was truely gone. He bows his head in respect for Lexi's grieving and walks over to the tube. He puts his hand the tube, and seems to be praying while keeping his head down.* Persi, quietly in his native language: May…
Starfleet Criminal Report: Stelam Jhaelaa Name: Stelam Jhaelaa Species: Romulan Gender: Male Age: Aproximate 20 (At time of capture, 16) Occupation: None Warrants: 6 coumts of Attack on Fed vessels, 5 acts of piracy, 2 charges of murder and manslaughter, 1 count of escaping custody of Admiral Notes, by psychologist Rina…
OOC: Ooh. Can't wait to start that. Sadly, my Nook is nearly dead, so I'll have to do it tomorrow. Now then... what format to use... oh, and what color!? *Walks off in daze, muttering to self.*
"That was a rather interesting question, Captain." Gerrard says. "Yes, well, I thought I might as well ask seeming as I'll never get to go there." Stelam replies. Gerrard gets up. "I do believe it's time for me to leave. Do you want me to look into anything?" he asks. "Hmm. How well documented is the luminous moss here?"…
*Eth'rina cringes.* Eth'rina: We do hope that he doesn't plan on stsrting a war. Along with all others that do not wish to be citizens... *She says this with a look at Tol'ina.* Eth'rina: Anyway, would you like to speak to him personally or is comm fine? *she felt a little weird asking this, almost like she was D'Tan's…