October 2006 - Post Selection
ON : The Garann Sisters
Day: 17 Time: 15.15 Scene: Starbase Dyerma IV Deck 57
Contrary to his wishes, Lt Gol'Khar found himself in a position where he had had to leave Cmdr Vahl to deal with her visitors. He didn't feel able to act as a baby-sitter, for not only wasn't it in his nature, but he was more than aware that he wouldn't be able to keep quiet, and therefore, perform as Claryx would have wished him to, if that is, any of her guests started to get out of hand. Instead, he had gone alone to the Starbase, feeling quite depressed with how his shore leave was going.
Striding along one of the many decks that were purposely built to accept a variety of traders and their wares, he moved through the crowds without paying much attention to those around him. The same could not be said about the people who frequently had to move aside, this in order to avoid being walked into by the hulk of a Klingon, who appeared to be baring their way forward. Wearing his civilian clothing, he wasn't readily identifiable as being a Starfleet officer, especially by those who by necessity, had to move or be trodden upon.
Gol'Khar's thoughts were of the woman he loved, he wasn't in the least concerned about the feelings of anyone else as he wandered almost aimlessly along deck fifty-seven. He couldn't understand why, that when they were both entitled to take a spot of well earned shore leave together, something had presented itself and come between what they desired to do, and what they were forced to do? Did these people think that the missions they went on, were always straightforward assignments, where danger was the last thing they would be facing? Gol'Khar thought suddenly, as he heard someone cursing at him in passing. To him, and indeed most of the crew of the Dark Matter, shore leave was about unwinding, a time to relax after a fairly stressful period where danger often lurked unseen around you.
While these thoughts milled around inside his head, he unconsciously growled loudly from the back of his throat, an action that drew even more attention to this huge Klingon man of science. It was while his thoughts were so consuming, that he walked straight into two figures, two women who very nearly matched him for height, though not for his stature.
"My, my, look who we have here, sister." Shaldhar (npc) stated in perfect Klingon, her features brightened by the surprise she had just received.
"Indeed!" Tamyeshi (npc) remarked as she looked Gol'Khar up and down, the lust showing clearly in her dark features. "Gol'Khar!! Is it really you, or do my eyes deceive me?" She asked with a broad smile that revealed two rows of perfectly sharp teeth.
They had taken Gol'Khar completely by surprise, and it was certain that of all people in the galaxy, he wasn't prepared for this unexpected meeting with two female Klingons, the Garann sisters. Long before he had even had the opportunity to speak, and while the sisters were quickly looking around at those who were trying desperately not to walk into these Klingons, they swiftly moved close and wrapped their strong muscular arms about their Klingon friend.
"What are you both doing here?" Gol'Khar managed to say as he quickly tried to think of a way to extricate himself from the situation he now found himself in. Their closeness threw him entirely, and he knew what they were going to do... unless he could escape their clutches.
"Now, now, is that any way to greet those who consider themselves your friends, Gol'Khar?" Shaldhar asked him while teasing him with her fingers as she ran them up and down the front of his tunic, occasionally stopping to poke one of them inside the opening. "We've come all this way to see you, and..." She never finished her sentence.
"You could not have possibly known that I was here." Gol'Khar told her sharply, trying to ignore what she was doing to him.
"Never mind that for now, Gol'Khar. We are here, and this is all that matters to us, is it not, sister?" Tamyeshi said as she too, took as much advantage of their situation as she could.
"This is true!" Shaldhar replied. Before she spoke again, she looked along the deck in both directions, making a more careful study of the merchants who were selling their wares nearby. "Tell us, are you still with that... that feeble Betazoid woman you've taken a fancy to?" She enquired as she couldn't see her anywhere near where they were all standing.
"I am!! And it is none of your business..." Gol'Khar replied before he was cut short.
"That's alright by us, isn't it, dear sister?" Shaldhar said with a big smile on her face.
"Of course it is, sister. Infact, we don't mind sharing you with anyone... except if it's another piece of Klingon p'tahk!!" She added with a touch of venom. "Now, where were you going, and where can we take you?" She asked him seductively as she looked up into his eyes.
The first thing on his mind was that he wanted to know just why they were at this particular Starbase? It was far off their normal hunting grounds, so he figured that something of interest must have brought them here, but what?
"Perhaps you ladies would care to join me in a drink?" He asked with a disarming grin. If anything was likely to loosen their tongues, it was with the aid of a few drinks. "I could do with a spot of company." He added with a laugh.
"Do you hear that, sister? He wants us to join him in a drink." Tamyeshi remarked thoughtfully as she moved closer still to the object of her affections.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go, there is no time to lose." Shaldhar replied cheerfully.
Gripping Gol'Khar tightly by both of his arms, the Garann sisters marched him along, their faces wreathed in smiles, both eager to spend some time with the man of their desires before they woke up, having found that this was all just another of their sad little dreams.
OFF : tbc
Lieutenant Gol'Khar
CSciO
USS Dark Matter
Day: 17 Time: 15.15 Scene: Starbase Dyerma IV Deck 57
Contrary to his wishes, Lt Gol'Khar found himself in a position where he had had to leave Cmdr Vahl to deal with her visitors. He didn't feel able to act as a baby-sitter, for not only wasn't it in his nature, but he was more than aware that he wouldn't be able to keep quiet, and therefore, perform as Claryx would have wished him to, if that is, any of her guests started to get out of hand. Instead, he had gone alone to the Starbase, feeling quite depressed with how his shore leave was going.
Striding along one of the many decks that were purposely built to accept a variety of traders and their wares, he moved through the crowds without paying much attention to those around him. The same could not be said about the people who frequently had to move aside, this in order to avoid being walked into by the hulk of a Klingon, who appeared to be baring their way forward. Wearing his civilian clothing, he wasn't readily identifiable as being a Starfleet officer, especially by those who by necessity, had to move or be trodden upon.
Gol'Khar's thoughts were of the woman he loved, he wasn't in the least concerned about the feelings of anyone else as he wandered almost aimlessly along deck fifty-seven. He couldn't understand why, that when they were both entitled to take a spot of well earned shore leave together, something had presented itself and come between what they desired to do, and what they were forced to do? Did these people think that the missions they went on, were always straightforward assignments, where danger was the last thing they would be facing? Gol'Khar thought suddenly, as he heard someone cursing at him in passing. To him, and indeed most of the crew of the Dark Matter, shore leave was about unwinding, a time to relax after a fairly stressful period where danger often lurked unseen around you.
While these thoughts milled around inside his head, he unconsciously growled loudly from the back of his throat, an action that drew even more attention to this huge Klingon man of science. It was while his thoughts were so consuming, that he walked straight into two figures, two women who very nearly matched him for height, though not for his stature.
"My, my, look who we have here, sister." Shaldhar (npc) stated in perfect Klingon, her features brightened by the surprise she had just received.
"Indeed!" Tamyeshi (npc) remarked as she looked Gol'Khar up and down, the lust showing clearly in her dark features. "Gol'Khar!! Is it really you, or do my eyes deceive me?" She asked with a broad smile that revealed two rows of perfectly sharp teeth.
They had taken Gol'Khar completely by surprise, and it was certain that of all people in the galaxy, he wasn't prepared for this unexpected meeting with two female Klingons, the Garann sisters. Long before he had even had the opportunity to speak, and while the sisters were quickly looking around at those who were trying desperately not to walk into these Klingons, they swiftly moved close and wrapped their strong muscular arms about their Klingon friend.
"What are you both doing here?" Gol'Khar managed to say as he quickly tried to think of a way to extricate himself from the situation he now found himself in. Their closeness threw him entirely, and he knew what they were going to do... unless he could escape their clutches.
"Now, now, is that any way to greet those who consider themselves your friends, Gol'Khar?" Shaldhar asked him while teasing him with her fingers as she ran them up and down the front of his tunic, occasionally stopping to poke one of them inside the opening. "We've come all this way to see you, and..." She never finished her sentence.
"You could not have possibly known that I was here." Gol'Khar told her sharply, trying to ignore what she was doing to him.
"Never mind that for now, Gol'Khar. We are here, and this is all that matters to us, is it not, sister?" Tamyeshi said as she too, took as much advantage of their situation as she could.
"This is true!" Shaldhar replied. Before she spoke again, she looked along the deck in both directions, making a more careful study of the merchants who were selling their wares nearby. "Tell us, are you still with that... that feeble Betazoid woman you've taken a fancy to?" She enquired as she couldn't see her anywhere near where they were all standing.
"I am!! And it is none of your business..." Gol'Khar replied before he was cut short.
"That's alright by us, isn't it, dear sister?" Shaldhar said with a big smile on her face.
"Of course it is, sister. Infact, we don't mind sharing you with anyone... except if it's another piece of Klingon p'tahk!!" She added with a touch of venom. "Now, where were you going, and where can we take you?" She asked him seductively as she looked up into his eyes.
The first thing on his mind was that he wanted to know just why they were at this particular Starbase? It was far off their normal hunting grounds, so he figured that something of interest must have brought them here, but what?
"Perhaps you ladies would care to join me in a drink?" He asked with a disarming grin. If anything was likely to loosen their tongues, it was with the aid of a few drinks. "I could do with a spot of company." He added with a laugh.
"Do you hear that, sister? He wants us to join him in a drink." Tamyeshi remarked thoughtfully as she moved closer still to the object of her affections.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go, there is no time to lose." Shaldhar replied cheerfully.
Gripping Gol'Khar tightly by both of his arms, the Garann sisters marched him along, their faces wreathed in smiles, both eager to spend some time with the man of their desires before they woke up, having found that this was all just another of their sad little dreams.
OFF : tbc
Lieutenant Gol'Khar
CSciO
USS Dark Matter