<div align="center"><strong>Location: The Main Hall</strong></div><hr/><br/>The Main Hall of the Navarro Estates were lavish to say the least. Cris clearly did not subscribe to the more spartan philosophies Klingons often espoused. And while there was no shortage of ornamentation and decoration this was still, at the end of the day, a place where warriors gather. And it showed. Trophies of all kinds lined the walls, and you could scarcely look anywhere without seeing a weapon somewhere. In a display case, or mounted on a wall. And not one of them was a show weapon. Each was quite lethal and well maintained.<br/><br/>Cris himself stood at the center of a raised platform, his tall form adorned in what typically passed for "dress uniform" for him nowadays. Pants made from the leathery hide of a Targ...the Targ's bonespurs adorned Navarro's bracers serving as both ornamentation and...as more than a few Klingons had learned...vicious improvised weapons.<br/><br/>He was speaking to a crewmen and reviewing a "Padd" of data in preperation for the Pariah's departure. The ship was already in orbit and just picking up supplies from N-CAS. The crewmen took final instructions and then beamed up. Cris then turned to look out over his assembled crew. The mission breifing was about to begin...