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*Xi-Qun is at the bar, five shot glasses infront of him, all filled with genuine vodka that the barkeep had hidden. He's surrounded by fifteen other people, cheering* Group: Drink! Drink! Drink! Xi-Qun, sounding thoroughly drunk: Alrigh'. Alrigh'! I'll do it... * He does all five in quick succession, standing up half way.…
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OOC: Definitly after the fight. Probably on their way to Andoria, or where ever they need to go.
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*Xi-Qun is in the turbolift, he leans his head back against the wall* Xi-Qun, in his native language: Oh God, what have I gotten myself in to? * He shakes his head, trying to perk up* Xi-Qun, muttering: What I need is some synthenol.... maybe they have actual alcohol... * The turbolift stops off at the deck Ten Foward is…
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*Xi-Qun bows his head* Xi-Qun: Again, sorry sir. * Just then the shift replacement arrives* Replacement: Sorry I was late sir. The alarm malfunctioned. Xi-Qun: It's alright Ensign. I'll fill you in on whats happening. * He gives the ensign the information quietly. He then salutes the captain and leaves*
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OOC: That was pretty good. Baroan won't be able to discover untill after the fight, though. Anyway, would this imply that T'Vox is a bit older than Baroan? Like he's in his mid-thirties?
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*Xi-Qun, still there because his shift replacement hadn' t come, preforms a Picard manuveur, pulling the warp field over the transport and pulling them back within firing range of the Enterprise, but hopefully not the warbird. He turns to the captain* Xi-Qun: Sorry for that sir, reflexes. Any orders, Captain?
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*Baroan looks at them, rolling his eyes for the third time this day.* Baroan: Wimps... * He pulls out his falchion.* Baroan: Oliah, ready to go Ceph hunting? Oliah: Sir, of course. Calling in the hunting party now. * Three full contingents of Romulan marines, each with special pikes and weapons.* Baroan: Artillery? Oliah:…
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*Baroan puts down the gun looking at T'Vox* Baroan, emotionless: What is with the sarcasm T'Vox? Infact, last I checked I was your superior. Shouldn' t you be showing respect?
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*Baroan looks it over, and talks while looking down the sight* Baroan: Oh, we have some Ceph problems of some of our colonies... *He poimts the gun at Tran* Baroan: Would it hurt you if I pulled the trigger?
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*Baroan looks at the hand cannon. He raises an eyebrow.* Baroan: Actually, I would like to examine that weapon... *As he says this, Oliah and Geyan come in with a squad of Uhlans* Oliah, disappointed: Aw, we missed the party? Geyan, emotionless: It would appear so... *Baroan rolls his eyes* Baroan: Oliah, just get Salia…
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OOC: Found it! * Xi-Qun relaxes* Xi-Qun: Thank you, sir. * He moves to the current helmsman, sadly an ensign. He asks her for the current situation, recieves the necessary information politely, then dismisses the ensign. She leaves with a salute. He then sits at the console, and starts diagnosticts, fixing a few problems…
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OOC: Okay. * The turbo lift opens. A male asian, in his mid-twenties, steps out. He has long, black hair oulled back into a ponytail. His uniform is immaculate, the lieutenant pips on his neck shine brightly. His light gray eyes comb the bridge untill they spot Wade. He then bows in a strange way, coming up in a…
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OOC: Okay, that's out of the question. How about a secluded Chinese Shaolin colony somewhere. Used to be part of the Federation untill they forgot about them, the colony reached hyperdrive after several wars within themselves, the Shaolin coming out on top for peace and order. They were accepted in to the Federatiom just…