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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Sat Jan 02, 2016 4:52 am

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Buris looked up, having moved in to defend against the Q being, but now he looked up and saw... her in front of him.  He tried to close his eyes and look away, but she tried to talk to him.  Something like a 'hello'.  He looked up in spite of himself and paled, his eyes widening.  He opened his mouth and took a step back.  He took a deep breath.

His fists tightened as he looked at her, his voice cold as he looked her over - the markings that indicated family relation in Cardassians stood out at her neck, her forehead, even her eyes and nose. "You're dead.  We killed you, and your bastard family.  We dropped a bomb on that compound, wiped it off the face of Bajor.  How did you survive?"

[Gathering]

Nelkar hadn't even bothered with the package the Q being dropped into his hands. He already had a good idea what it was, given his simple observation of the officers around him.. And he didn't need to try himself. He had no use for what was inside anyway. What did they think he was, some 20 year old with someone to impress? Honestly.

He tucked the box under his arm, intending to dispose oh it later. For the moment, he returned to his Kanar until he heard Ilana behind him. The exchange of words made him knock his glass back faster. He turned around to go get a refill while Kejal claimed to have been responsible for bombing a compound on bajor-- presumably during the occupation. Nelkar had thought the man's face looked familiar. A pain in the ass, that's what he is.

He hardly heard Ilana's reply. Good sense told him to keep his mouth shut, but the alcohol suggested otherwise. "It was you with that little cherry bomb display, wasn't it?" He remarked drly as thick Kanar dropped out of the bottle and into the tumbler he was holding. "Quite a nuisance."

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Sun Jan 03, 2016 6:36 am

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Opening his box, Gavin held up the thin piece of Tholian silk, watching as it glittered in the ambient light, reflecting the purplish holographic snow.  Gavin wondered just what it was intended to cover, because the little slip certainly didn't look like it was intended to obfuscate to leave anything to the imagination.

A boyish, puckish grin slid onto his face as he eyed Thelos sideways.  "Don't even think about not keeping these..." he said, tossing the silken strip at the Andorian.  "I always say, it's not a party until childish gods lob unmentionables at you."

The entity was gone, and with it the tension in Thelos's shoulders. He wouldn't fully relax for a bit, but he wasn't afraid of being finger-snapped into deep space anymore. Not that he could have done much if it had gone that way, but still. He found himself wondering why this visit from the Q had been so mild, especially considering the fiasco last time. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Speaking of gifts... The Andorian's baby blue eyes flicked from the package in his hands to Gavin, who had already opened his? Underwear. How quaint. Quite nice ones, too. Thelos opened his own package and found more of the same. The fabric felt like a liquid in his hands, almost. A smirk threatened his upper lip at the thought of his little mad scientist wearing... Whatever it could really be called... A thought that was interrupted by underwear hitting his face and getting caught on his antenna, hanging there absurdly for a moment before he  plucked it down.

"I wouldn't dream of being rid of these," he said impishly. "Though I think they're better suited to you, love." The Andorian cleared his throat. "One thing that can be said about the Q is that they never fail to surprise. I for one am very surprised by all that."

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Sun Jan 03, 2016 7:38 pm

Kejal Buris wrote:
Buris looked up, having moved in to defend against the Q being, but now he looked up and saw... her in front of him.  He tried to close his eyes and look away, but she tried to talk to him.  Something like a 'hello'.  He looked up in spite of himself and paled, his eyes widening.  He opened his mouth and took a step back.  He took a deep breath.

His fists tightened as he looked at her, his voice cold as he looked her over - the markings that indicated family relation in Cardassians stood out at her neck, her forehead, even her eyes and nose. "You're dead.  We killed you, and your bastard family.  We dropped a bomb on that compound, wiped it off the face of Bajor.  How did you survive?"

All considered, Raynor certainly didn't have a problem with trash-talking Cardassians. In general. As an abstraction. He also didn't mind re-living the glories of war, although the Bajoran way of fighting had been a coward's way. Still, Raynor had served as a gunnery specialist during the entire conflict, and not a ground-pounder.

No, it wasn't the subject of the conversation that bothered him. Rather...it was who it was directed toward. Not Nelkar - that man could probably take care of himself.

Raynor moved a half-step closer, although he refrained from reaching for his weapon. Security wouldn't like it, and one never drew steel without the intent to use it. No...all he did at this point was stand. Quietly. Drawing himself up to his full six-foot-four frame.

And waited.

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Tue Jan 05, 2016 2:13 am

Buris raised an eyebrow at Hughes, who was obviously moving in to protect Gul Telak's spawn. He stiffened as well, his eyes firm and voice quiet as he fixed the Klingon man with the kind of stare only child-soldiers had - the one that spoke of a readiness to die, cause or no; and an unwillingness to go down alone. If Hughes twitched a finger at him, they might both die, but that was the only either would go down. But he spoke, taking a breath. "If you knew what her father did to innocent Bajorans during the occupation, you wouldn't be so protective of her. Believe me, my plan was the nicest of the ones suggested... if they'd gone, it would have been a quick death and all the loose ends would be tidily dealt with for them to be mourned in whatever way these... things... care to. More honorable than just being gunned down in the street - or experimented on."

He looked at Nelkar, and now his hand went toward his phaser. The man's entire being bespoke danger - the oily kind of danger only a Cardassian pulled off. His eyes narrowed, his entire face was obviously trying not to twist into an enraged grimace. He vaguely recognized the man's face, but couldn't place him fully. Not yet anyway. "A matter/antimatter explosion at the surface of a planet isn't a 'cherry bomb'. Would you care to study the effects personally? I'm more than willing to replicate the event so you can see it up close and personal; hell, it got me past my first SCE exam. But a cherry-bomb, that's more a phaser on force overload. That could be arranged immediately, Gul...?"

He glared at the older lizard, knowing that Telak wasn't going to come for him - she was too weak; everything about her said it. And her Klingon companion actually seemed disinclined to fight; more keen on saber-rattling than throwing the first punch. That was actually a good thing for Buris at the moment, he could focus on the only really dangerous one there. Gul Telak was the one who should have died - the daughter deserved death by blood and proxy... but somewhere in him was a voice that said that Starfleet would frown upon it and she did nothing knowingly. That voice was itself silenced when he saw the older one, the one who positively oozed Cardassian danger. His fist was itching to throw the first punch, but he knew the phaser overload was the far faster and better plan.

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Tue Jan 05, 2016 6:29 am

The tension between the little group was evident, two sides of what was apparently going to be a conflict that never ended. Ilana glanced at Raynor, then Nelkar, then back to the Bajoran. The more he spoke, the more she felt the little bubble of annoyance in her skinny chest grow into boiling anger. It was quite the strange sensation, even overtaking her usual fear. Maybe it was time to use that backbone that Raynor had been putting so much time into cultivating. Of course, it certainly helped to have the Klingon right next to her.

Drawing herself up to her full, although somewhat diminutive, height, she took a step forward until she was standing almost toe to toe with the Bajoran, looking up at him and trying to appear less afraid than she actually was.

"Th-th-th-that's e-enough!" she snapped, her stammer betraying her somewhat. She couldn't let that get to her though, not now. "M-m-m-my f-f-f-father d-d-did wh-what h-h-he h-h-had t-t-to d-d-do a-and h-h-he's p-p-paid f-f-for it e-enough. B-b-both h-h-he and N-Nelkar h-have d-d-defected f-f-from th-the U-Unio, s-s-so j-j-just l-l-leave th-them alone! S-s-stop th-th-this u-useless c-c-crusade!"

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Tue Jan 05, 2016 10:06 am

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"Th-th-th-that's e-enough!" she snapped, her stammer betraying her somewhat.  She couldn't let that get to her though, not now.  "M-m-m-my f-f-f-father d-d-did wh-what h-h-he h-h-had t-t-to d-d-do a-and h-h-he's p-p-paid f-f-for it e-enough.  B-b-both h-h-he and N-Nelkar h-have d-d-defected f-f-from th-the U-Unio, s-s-so j-j-just l-l-leave th-them alone!  S-s-stop th-th-this u-useless c-c-crusade!"

"You're right," Raynor quietly replied, noting the strong sense of agitation that had put so much stammer into Ilana's speech. The fact that the Bajoran had affected her so much was reason enough to introduce him to the airlock, but that wouldn't sit in Starfleet's eyes.

And then, of course, the angry young man went and threatened them all. Her, specifically.

A blade is never for show, Raynor remembered his father telling him. His grandfather, Qur'lot, had said much the same when his warrior training had begun in earnest of Qo'noS. Flashing blades for no reason is for cowards who fear death. If one is drawn, it must drink. Thinking back to those lessons stayed the hand that itched to bury his d'k tahg between those angry, angry eyes.

"You appear to be a confident warrior," Raynor quietly said, picking up a stray drink and taking a pull from it, setting the glass down. Klingons could sense motive by looking into a potential foe's eyes. Raynor could see the cutthroat in him. "I believe you will get some good blows in. Perhaps ones that may be fatal to others." His demeanor was icy calm. Wonderful weather we're having, can I get you something from the replimat. I'm going to bleed you. "However. Whatever strikes you make...I promise you, Bajoran...they will not be enough to kill me. And then I...I will watch the light die in your eyes."

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PostSubject: Re: In the Bleak Mid-Winter (Open)   Tue Jan 05, 2016 3:53 pm

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Buris raised an eyebrow at Hughes, who was obviously moving in to protect Gul Telak's spawn.  He stiffened as well, his eyes firm and voice quiet as he fixed the Klingon man with the kind of stare only child-soldiers had - the one that spoke of a readiness to die, cause or no; and an unwillingness to go down alone.  If Hughes twitched a finger at him, they might both die, but that was the only either would go down.  But he spoke, taking a breath.  "If you knew what her father did to innocent Bajorans during the occupation, you wouldn't be so protective of her.  Believe me, my plan was the nicest of the ones suggested... if they'd gone, it would have been a quick death and all the loose ends would be tidily dealt with for them to be mourned in whatever way these... things... care to.  More honorable than just being gunned down in the street - or experimented on."

He looked at Nelkar, and now his hand went toward his phaser.  The man's entire being bespoke danger - the oily kind of danger only a Cardassian pulled off.  His eyes narrowed, his entire face was obviously trying not to twist into an enraged grimace.  He vaguely recognized the man's face, but couldn't place him fully.  Not yet anyway.  "A matter/antimatter explosion at the surface of a planet isn't a 'cherry bomb'.  Would you care to study the effects personally?  I'm more than willing to replicate the event so you can see it up close and personal; hell, it got me past my first SCE exam.  But a cherry-bomb, that's more a phaser on force overload.  That could be arranged immediately, Gul...?"

He glared at the older lizard, knowing that Telak wasn't going to come for him - she was too weak; everything about her said it.  And her Klingon companion actually seemed disinclined to fight; more keen on saber-rattling than throwing the first punch.  That was actually a good thing for Buris at the moment, he could focus on the only really dangerous one there.  Gul Telak was the one who should have died - the daughter deserved death by blood and proxy... but somewhere in him was a voice that said that Starfleet would frown upon it and she did nothing knowingly.  That voice was itself silenced when he saw the older one, the one who positively oozed Cardassian danger.  His fist was itching to throw the first punch, but he knew the phaser overload was the far faster and better plan.

Nelkar couldn't precisely place why he was continuing to goad this Bajoran. Perhaps so much time among pacifistic humans and their comrades had made him a fraction more interested in conflict than he otherwise might have been. Perhaps it was just because he was a bit of a prick. Most likely of all was that the cardassian was merely waiting for something to happen. It wasn't as though he didn't deserve Kejal's ire. He was no saint during the occupation, though perhaps a little less prone to excessive random acts of cruelty than some of the other Guls and subordinates around him. No, it made sense that this man seemed to want to kill him where he stood.

"Epath," he said. "The name you're digging for is Gul Epath. Take your time-- I'm sure that shell-shocked brain of yours can't have the best mental processes." Nelkar casually filled his glass a fourth time. He was muddling over whether his man was going to slug him or make good on his overloaded phaser plan. The cardassian had a false leg. Any physical confrontation would be painful at best, though not impossible. In addition, though he'd not admit it... He was simply too tired to fight like an angry Romulan Uhlan. Nelkar was content to continue with his prodding observations,  in a tone that simultaneously carried no amusement while still sounding as though he were about to laugh.

"I saw the reports on your explosion fest," he said, tone dismissive. He eyed the phaser in Kejal's hand, then spared a glance at Ilana. Her Klingon wouldn't let this Bajoran touch her. Nelkar could already determine that just from the tone of Raynor's dangerously casual words. A bit of his own posturing was designed to deflect Buris off of Ilana, whom he'd known did nothing in te occupation. While he himself despised Telak's father for defecting, he couldn't well express tat too loudly. By starfleet records, at least, and to all present company's knowledge, he'd defected as well, just as Ilana claimed.

"I'd put that weapon away if I were you," he continued, sipping his Kanar as though he couldn't care less-- though he was actually watching Kejal's movements very carefully indeed. "The security here seems to get a little testy around little men with dangerous big ideas."

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