<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/11/b3/3d/11b33dc90c919a498dfc1340801c0bd5.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Rank:</strong>Captain Nathan Barnes<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deep Space 9/ Prominade<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Was eating, now confused.  What was going on?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/>The<em>jena</em>peppers used in the brine for the<em>gava</em>leaves were especially potent in Nathan's hasparat.  Two bites and sweat started to form on his forehead and his tongue feeling like it could leave a trough through the deck.  It was well done and cured and the exact level of spice he enjoyed it.  It was perhaps a good thing Alexis was not here.  He loved his sister dearly, and always will.  Her take on food however was black pepper made a dish too spicy.  She would be calling for a medical emergency with one bite of of the hasparat.  He actually chuckled at the image of it all as he washed down his bite and continued to eat.<br/><br/>Lunch was interrupted by several rather rude people about the seating area provided.  Aside from<em>Quark's</em>there were few fully open restaurants.  Instead it was much like the Bajoran eatery which would be considered a slightly over large food truck.  Large enough to prepare the fresh food which is their draw, and those he get their dishes come to the main area in this part of the Prominade to sit and eat.  It did have some draw backs such as now, and it was clear they were doing their best not only to spoil for a fight, but to egg one on as well.<br/><br/>Soon enough the fight had started and Nathan sighed.  He could understand how it happened but at the same time, could it not have waited a few more minutes for him to enjoy his lunch.  He rose from his seat and was about to do his best to calm matters when he saw a weapon being nearly being drawn.  It changed matters and he was about to call security before it escalated even more and someone got hurt or worse.   As if the mere thought of them were communication and transporter rolled into one, they appeared and had weapons drawn on the men.<br/><br/>Nathan gave a wry shake of his head, and hated to be their Captain to sort it out.  Security footage would clearly show the crewmen started the fight, but at the same time, administering some "manners" by fists were all they were guilty and should not be blamed for more.  He cleared his throat and made certain his hands were in a non-threatening manner as he addressed security.<strong>"Excuse me officer, Captain Nathan Knight, <em>U.S.S. Hornet</em>.  While I cannot condone the disruption by y fellow Starfleet Officers, it was the Romulan there who tried to pull a weapon, and he and his fellow crewmen should be searched.  Security footage as well as the search itself should serve to verify my testimony, and will swear out a statement if you need it."</strong><br/><br/>It was then there was another disturbance on the Prominade was happening.  It was not everyday one saw Cardassians on the station, and huddled about a Starfleet Officer like a wolfpack protecting the alpha's mate or cubs.  There was clearly something going on with her, as they pushed their way through the gathering crowd and towards medical.  Why was she not treated before this, and if a medical emergency now, why not an emergency transport.  It was all very...odd, and had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.<br/><br/>Making polite to security he made his excuses, and tapped his commbadge,<strong><em>Knight to</em> Hornet.</strong>On the other end of the line, the masculine voice Nathan had heard his sister say on more than one occasion if she could bottle up David Holms voice and sell it, she would be swimming in gold pressed latinium by now.  She did have a point and while he was not attracted to men, Nathan had on more than one occasion taken advantage of the man and put him in situations where the other parties seemed to be...effected...by his British accent.<strong>"Hornet, <em>here, Captain, how can we assist."</em></strong><br/><br/>Nathan looked again at the knot of people who left and found the itch would not be left alone.<strong><em>"What ships recently docked, specifically, Cardaccian?"</em></strong><br/><br/>The pause spoke volumes and knew David's interest was piqued as well.<strong><em>"Checking.  Hmm well this is odd, and how did you know to look for a Cardassian ship, Captain? If this is some new power of cognition I am not playing poker with you ever again.  We have the</em> C.U.V. Tain, <em>Legate Garack's personal ship.  Well I suppose if there was any Cardassian truly welcomed here at Deep Space Nine, it would be him.  Still, it is curious as I do not think he was a part of the seminar with Rear Admiral T'ia, was he?"</em></strong><br/><br/>Nathan pursed his lips.  Yes, it was Legate Garak part of the group rushing the officer off.  Those hairs were standing up even more.  Even though a longtime resident in the past, Garak's rank warranted a welcome party.  No such here, and no senior staff, which was a very serious breech of protocol, and a major flag.  Nathan always paid attention to major flags.  It was how he survived during the war, and he was not about to stop now.<strong><em>"No he isn't.  Dave, be quiet and discrete but recall all crew.  Stop all major maintenance efforts and get the </em>Fighting Lady <em>ready to depart at the drop of a dime."</em></strong>The<em>Fighting Lady</em>was the old and honored nickname given to the<em>Hornet</em>, traced back all the way to Earth's second world war.<strong><em>"I'll be there once I am done with a minor situation here.  Knight out."</em></strong>He turned then and made himself available to station security then, back in the vicinity of both parties of the brawl.