Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>25-01-2012, 04:54:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Qo'nos</strong> </span> </div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">The First City </span> </div><br><div align="center">(http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/7930/firstcityqonos.jpg)</div><br>Qo'nos. The Homeworld of the Klingon Empire. And if Qo'nos is the heart of the Empire, then the First City is the Heart of Qo'nos. A warrior city for a warrior people. And in the heart of the First City's Old Quarter lies the Great Hall. Where the Fate of the Empire is decided. <br><br>Just outside the city the Quam-Chee River flows, and on a cliff overlooking the other side of the river lies the estates held by the newly dubbed House of Navarro. Lush fields of high grass that seem to constantly bow in the onslaught of the winds surround the vast estate. A grand bridge arches across the cliff, providing a route that makes travel into the city's Old Quarter relatively quick, even on foot. <br><br>The Navarro estate itself is made up of approximately a dozen primary buildings scattered across a hundred acres of land. Most of the land is agricultural, and a quaint village where many of the workers live. The estate has everything a Klingon Great House should have...well, except for a great number of actual Klingons. A beautiful(by Klingon standards) manor. Barracks for their standing military forces. A landing pad capable of supporting a Vor'cha with just enough space leftover for a couple of B'rel Class Birds of Prey. And in Geosynchronous Orbit above the Estate is N-CAS Station. A scientific research station owned by the House which provides significant funding with minimal oversight. All the estate properties have holo-emitters built in. <br><br><div align="center">____________________________________________________________</div><br>Generally your posts should include a small tag at the top specifying which part of the estate you're in. If it becomes necessary for specific locations to get their own thread we'll do that later. <br><br>If I can find better pictures for a Klingon estate i'll edit them in later. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 08:11:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Military Barracks<br></strong></div><br><div align="center">Anna (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5746871#msg5746871)<br></div><br><br>Anna found herself training several of the millitary wing in hand to hand combat often.<br><br>The idea of one seemingly so feeble doing so disgruntled many, and anna ensured she showed signs of fatigue to match others expectations of her small frame and focused purely on technique, while hiding the impressive inhuman strength and speed her android body could manage. To ensure that her real form wasn't easily deduced, Anna took the occasional blow and made intentional mistakes such that she seemed simply a person with out standing training. Certainly the house benifited from it, although hand to hand combat wouldn't win wars it was excellent for moral, team building and a sense of pride, and over all instilled a sense of working as a group.<br><br>"That will be all" she nodded to the small class of experts, which quickly had them leaving for the showers.<br><br>After stretching Anna donned her hooded robes and then sort sat, in a meditative stance.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 22:52:26</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>At one of the taverns owned by the House of Navarro, Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156) wasn't quite sure which one, she wandered her way around through the area to serve the many drinks.&nbsp; Any money she made was sent back to the captain as soon as possible; she had no use for it herself, knowing that the captain would provide anything that she needed.<br><br>She didn't speak a word of Klingon, but that didn't stop her from memorizing the names perfectly, her short-term memory banks sending the information back to the bartender on a dataslate.&nbsp; As huge and crowded as the building was, it would have been impossible to serve everyone without the use of holoprojectors.<br><br>It didn't help, of course, that far too often the waitresses would get "distracted," forcing one of the other holograms to finish taking the drink orders to a respective client.&nbsp; Tisha only looked human, which kept many of the Klingons from trying anything major with her for fear of shattering her, but that didn't stop her from flirting.
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 02:52:48</strong>
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				<sup><strong>N-CAS Station -&nbsp; Lieutenant&nbsp; Bela Sancinati </strong></sup><br><br>Satisfy so far with the routine security on the N-CAS station.&nbsp; &nbsp;A scientific research station owned by the house.&nbsp; &nbsp; Lieutenant Sancinati is finishing her final inspections of the stations security details from the operation protocols to routines to be enacted in case of an emergency scenario is what she finally is finishing up on.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she has gone over the daily routines of security with those on board.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Perhaps it is old habit for Bela.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she still to this day&nbsp; wears her Federation Star Fleet uniform,&nbsp; when she is on duty.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course she is considered a traitor with the Federation as all of them that were Federation.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>After ten more minutes the inspection is done.&nbsp; &nbsp; The two ensigns who both stand a good foot and half taller then Bela also have finished their tasks within the inspection.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is good reason they are both taller by a head and half then her.&nbsp; As both are Klingons,&nbsp; Bela would issue an order.&nbsp; &nbsp;Time to return and file the report on the inspection and&nbsp; call it a day.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"mejta' chaw' maH chegh vaj maH laH&nbsp; je ja' 'oH "</strong><br><br>She barks out as the head back to the transporter to return back to Great house planet side.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course she didn't actually bark it out.&nbsp; Her ebb to the speech is slow and careful.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she is still learning to grasp the language.&nbsp; &nbsp; Through she has mastered it somewhat.&nbsp; &nbsp;That her two ensigns no longer give her a silent smirk.&nbsp; &nbsp;That in itself is quite the victory.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 08:27:56</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Primo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5778369#msg5778369) and his crew of Nausicaans sat at one of the larger tables of the tavern, requiring the extra space for their collective bulk - something impressive given the typical stature of the average Klingon warrior. Skraag, Nagk, and Primo himself were on their feet, each hollering and pounding their chests as they played a game typical of Nausicaans - each over one of them was throwing darts at one another's chest as hard as they could. They had only three darts between them, and so in order to keep the game going they each had to pull the projectile from their own chest to hurl it at another target. <br><br>The others drank and laughed as the game progressed, urging their fellows on and generally consuming copious amounts of strong drink. Inebriation was mild thanks to the sturdy nature of the Nausicaan species; they drank down bloodwine like it was water; for them it may as well be. It took a drink like Romulan ale to put a real drunkenness into any of them, but given the enmity between the Klingons and Romulans there would be no finding the beverage in a tavern for general consumption. Perhaps the captain or a senior officer may have seen fit to secure a personal supply . . . but Primo had no idea.<br><br>A Klingon walked by and consciously bumped into Primo, who was currently sporting three darts in his chest and a large number of wounds from the bloody game he and his subordinates engaged in. Immediately the merriment stopped, and as one, the Nausicaans grew tense and aggressive, snarling. Those seated had weapons in hand immediately, and the two standing had their hands on holstered disruptor pistols. They waited, however, on their leader's cue before launching into an all-out assault. Other Klingons took note, and were ready to leap into the fray merely upon the basis of supporting a fellow Klingon. <br><br>Primo turned, and looked the Klingon up and down with a look of naked disdain. "What? Are you blind, or too cowardly to strike my face?" He said, showing such contempt as to not even speak the Klingon's language. The human snorted, lips becoming a derisive sneer. "And no wonder . . . you look like one hundred kilos of targ dung piled into a janitor's uniform!" He declared, earning a snarl from the Klingon assailant, who immediately drew a Daqtagh. As the Klingon drew his dagger, the two distinctive secondary blades sprung out. Primo smiled, and nodded, which only served to infuriate his assailant further. The augment watched, and knew the course of the blade well in advance, but let the Klingon cut him anyway. The injury was not terribly serious; it looked worse than it was as the dagger cut him across the chest. The Klingon grunted something to the effect that Primo was the progeny of offal and the seed of an impotent specimen of the local fauna, and drew his dagger back intending to plunge the weapon into Primo's heart.<br><br>But as the Klingon was drawing his weapon back Primo lunged forward and struck the Klingon with a swift and brutal headbutt, stunning the Klingon who reeled a step backward. Primo followed up with a sharp chop to the inner arm that saw the Klingon disarmed, the dagger clattering as it struck the ground, and then with an uppercut that lifted the Klingon up and off his feet. The Klingon landed in a limp heap, jaw broken. The dark laughter of the Nausicaans followed, and the Klingons who watched turn their gazes away, muttering into their bloodwine that the Klingon who fell was a fool and was rewarded as he deserved for it. Primo thumped his chest with his right hand, giving a bellow of triumph to his soldiers, who echoed his call with their own. The human fell to laughter, and gave the fallen Klingon a kick. When the Klingon failed to rouse, Primo grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and carried him - with one hand - to the tavern door and unceremoniously tossed him into the street. <br><br>The human returned to his table, and flagged down a waitress. "Get me a plate of octopus and a bottle of kanar - I don't care if you have to replicate it." The Augment said. He enjoyed the Cardassian drink immensely, and he always seemed to crave it after he bled. 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 09:29:15</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156) just happened to be the closest waitress on hand when the order for octopus and kanar was given.&nbsp; She threw the Augment a brilliant smile to show him that she heard him, "Right on it, sir," and continued on to claim some other orders.<br><br>Her heels clicked delicately upon the hard floor of the tavern.&nbsp; Ordinary women couldn't possibly walk around as a waitress in heels for hours, but her initial programming had put fashion over function into account during her design.&nbsp; Her figure never even shifted as she walked, showing that her balance was computer-precision perfect; she could probably walk for a million years over sheer ice and snow without slipping.<br><br>It didn't take long for the kitchen to fill in his order, leaving out a tray for Tisha to collect, but this one came special with a little note added from the bartender's datapad.&nbsp; When Tisha came over, her attention was focused upon Primo.&nbsp; <br><br>"You really gave that guy a sound thumping," she cooed as she set out the food before him.&nbsp; "I haven't seen someone who could beat down a Klingon with a weapon that quickly in quite some time."&nbsp; Her entire body showed a warm mixture of intrigue and arousal.&nbsp; "Are you looking for any part time work?&nbsp; Kruge," she gestures to the bartender, "has been looking for a bouncer for some time."<br><br>She leaned forward upon the table, her breasts promising to spill from the skimpy cocktail waitress outfit but never quite managing to come through.&nbsp; "We've been having the problem here of people causing problems, and we need a big, strong man to help keep the peace.&nbsp; Do you think maybe you could?"&nbsp; She bit her lip in hopeful expectation, eyes staring up in silent pleading.
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				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 22:55:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/klingon3.jpg)</div><strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Jak stepped neatly aside as the injured Klingon was hefted into her path and glared at the back of that behemoth Primus that had put him there as he disappeared back into the tavern.&nbsp; She growled softly in exasperation then entered just behind him, drifting toward the bar as he took his seat with the raucous Nausicaans. Despite the prominent forehead ridge that marked her, her gait was less Klingon swagger and more the stalking stride of a big cat and her figure a touch more lithe than would be expected from a Klingon woman, things that marked her as a pariah in Klingon society at large though certainly through the affiliation with the House of Navarro her situation had much improved. She sat at the bar and pivoted in the stool, resting back in her elbows as she surveyed the room, not certain what she was looking for but suspecting it wouldn't be found here. She'd been restless of late and taking time off had only exacerbated the feeling -- she should have known she was far better off with her mind and time occupied. <br><br>She ordered a bloodwine and watched Tisha, amused at her attempt to win over the muscle bound augment though she didn't give it much a chance of success. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 23:47:40</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Primo (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5778369#msg5778369) took the distinctive kanar bottle in hand and unscrewed the top. He poured himself a glass of the thick Cardassian liquor, and brought it to his lips, inhaling the scent of the liquid before draining the glass. The man held it in his mouth, savouring the texture and flavour in his mouth and on his tongue. He swallowed, and poured himself another glass while his hand picked up one of the tentacles. Primo raised it to his mouth and took a healthy bite, gnawing heartily upon the mollusk flesh. The hologram was still there and spoke. Primo raised an eyebrow. <br><br>"Take a look at me, and take a look at the company I keep." Primo said, swallowing the octopus flesh, and then gesturing at the Nausicaans with his kanar glass holding hand. "And you've seen the Gurkha. Do you think that 'peace' is in my vocabulary?" He chuckled, and drank some more kanar, considering the matter settled and his refusal plain. Primo was not taken by Tisha's programmed demeanor. 
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 06:31:27</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Disappointment clearly showed in Tisha's eyes as the offer was refused, but it took only moments for her to flicker back to her normal, cheerful self as she got back to work.&nbsp; A bloodwine was brought over upon a tray for Jak, and she gave the Klingon a warm smile.&nbsp; "Enjoy, sweetie."
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				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 21:09:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Location: Master Bedchamber of the Central Manor</strong></div><br>The tell tale gentle beeps told him he had an incoming message before the voice on the comm broke in "<em>Commander, you have an incoming message from...</em>"<br><br>"<strong>I know. Put it through</strong>." He said bluntly as he swung his feet out of bed. <br><br>A wall panel slid open revealing a comm screen with the face of what was quite possibly the single ugliest Klingon in the Alpha Quandrant. With a look of shock and then annoyance he yelled through the screen "<em>Tozah petaq! Put on some clothes Navarro!</em>"<br><br>Cris smirked, but obligingly pulled on a pair of nearby pants and boots. "<strong>To what do I owe the honor Gralor?</strong>"<br><br>"<em>Duty and Glory to the Empire. What else? Dismiss those tilka behind you and let's get to it.</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Well that was rude and uncalled for. Accurate, but still rude...you heard him ladies</strong>. " He said snapping his fingers as he glanced over his shoulder. Two identical orion women and a dark-skinned Deltan rose groggily from the thick tangle of animal furs that surved as blanket and bedding. Their lithe bodies stretched and they filed out of the room, picking up stray bits of clothing as they went. <br><br>Cris turned back to the screen. "<strong>Now, you were saying...?</strong>"<br><br><div align="center"><strong>Thirty Minutes Later...</strong></div><br>All those considered crew or ally of the Paraiah receive the following message "<strong>All Pariah senior and specialist personel, assemble in the main hall at dusk tomorrow. We have a mission. </strong> "<br><br>Those who'd served with Navarro for a while knew what that meant. A day's advance warning on a mission. It meant while the mission was not one of immediate urgency it was going to be dangerous. So he was giving people a day to do whatever they liked before high risk missions. Play games, get drunk, get laid, read a book, or all of the above. <br><br>OOC: Feel free to continue engaging in casual RP. I'll likely timeskip us to "dusk tomorrow" this weekend. 
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 04:38:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/V/B/R/j/VBRj/sf1_s.jpg)</div><strong>Military Barracks.</strong><br><br>Lieutenant&nbsp; Bela Sancinati&nbsp; returned back from the scientific station.&nbsp; &nbsp;First she would with her team go and file a report on the inspection of security protocols of the station.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course which always included a actual physical check on one section randomly.&nbsp; &nbsp;It takes about an hour for the report to be written up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which added to the length of the inspection this day.&nbsp; &nbsp;It made for one long day.&nbsp; &nbsp; Usually she head to the tavern to have a few drinks to unwind.&nbsp; &nbsp;But with the long day.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bela decides to head to her quarters within the barracks.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While making her way to her quarters.&nbsp; The message would come through,&nbsp; to report at dusk the next day.&nbsp; &nbsp;A mission, and through it was not urgent the fact a heads up notice is given of at least twenty fours.&nbsp; &nbsp;It meant the mission would be a dangerous one.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Well that settled that,&nbsp; with the mission suddenly looming ahead.&nbsp; &nbsp;The length of it not known.&nbsp; Which meant it could a few hours or days to weeks.&nbsp; &nbsp; Stopping Bela wheel around and head in another direction.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she now decided to head to the tavern.&nbsp; &nbsp;Have a few drinks,&nbsp; &nbsp;get drunk and who knows what.&nbsp; &nbsp; It might be a while until she gets a chance to unwind.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 02:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/klingon3.jpg)</div><strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>"Tisha," Jak said simply in acknowledgment. Though most Klingons wouldn't deign to acknowledge a server unless it was to grope her, life had made Jak a little more politic. She wasn't to the point that she would thank one yet but she certainly understood the benefit of not treating them like they were invisible. And Tisha, of course, was different. "Busy night?"<br><br>Small talk had also become part of her toolkit as had idle speculation and in light of Tisha's failure, she found herself studying Primo as she downed her first bloodwine, wondering what method of persuasion she would use if faced with a need to sway him. A love of subtlety was bred into her thanks to her Romulan blood but subtlety would likely be wasted on him considering his brash nature. It would be rather like wasting guile on a beast. She was musing this over when she got the message they would be setting out, good news for someone who had been idle too long. That there might be danger did not longer in her consciousness. There was Klingon in her as well after all and danger wasn't a concern. She ordered another drink, a hint of a smile on her face.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 06:04:16</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Primo grunted into his kanar when the message of a mission came through. It was about time - he liked to unwind as much as anyone else, but it'd been far too long since he'd blown something up or made someone else hurt very badly. He pulled a communicator from his belt and activated it. "Kirvala, what kind of shape is the Gurkha in?" The augment asked. His beloved ship was forever plagued by engineering problems; it came from sporting far too much arsenal for a ship of its size. It would take an engineering miracle to make the ship work soundly with its current loadout, and if such a thing transpired Primo knew he would dash it all by adding more weapons and shielding to the vessel and put them back in the same position.<br><br>"It can be ready for the mission if you direct the Nausicaans to aid me in dealing with the worst of the vessel's troubles, sir." Kirvala replied archly. "She will be ready to fight and have impulse engines, but the power relays require extensive refitting before we could engage in warp travel." The Vulcan informed him. Primo frowned, his face pained. Slowly it faded into one of acceptance.<br><br>"Understood. I'll send the Nausicaans. And you know-" Primo began, only for Kirvala to cut him off.<br><br>"Yes, if I encounter an engineer who wishes to live the glamorous life of a mercenary, I will make every endeavor to recruit them for you." The Vulcan said, her tone almost but not quite sarcastic. Primo poured himself a glass of kanar, knowing that he was being mocked. <br><br>"Excellent. Carry on, Kirvala." Primo said, and replaced the comm device in the pouch on his belt. He raised his glass of kanar and tilted the thing around, watching the thick liquor slide around, watching with modest dispassion at how it reflected the light of the tavern. "Go to the shipyards. Aid Kirvala in preparing the ship. Obey her as you would obey me." The augment said to the Nausicaans in a tone that brooked no argument. The six behemoth humanoids rose from their seats and trundled out, keeping their thoughts about that assignment to themselves. Primo raised the glass of kanar to his lips and drank, but let the syrupy liquid sit in his mouth so that the taste suffused his palate.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 16:13:57</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br>Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156) gave Jak a smile, stopping only briefly in order to handle a bit of small talk, but it neither stopped Klingons from barking drink orders at her nor from her databanks from collecting the information and sending it back to the bar.&nbsp; "This is pretty average around here," Tisha explained, though she didn't seem at all bothered by the attention or the groping.&nbsp; Of course, Tisha didn't ever really seem to be bothered.<br><br>The only thing Tisha seemed to really dislike was being offline.&nbsp; Perhaps it was part of her nature, that her program was run perpetually by her previous owner, and she just couldn't seem to function without her subroutines being saturated with the excess data normally purged during a shutdown.&nbsp; Maybe she just didn't like disappearing for a while and suddenly showing back up with no memory of the interim.&nbsp; It wasn't something she ever talked about, apparently just because she had too much fun talking about everything else.<br><br>Tisha sauntered off to get a few other drinks served, but she came back after a bit when Jak ordered another drink.&nbsp; Her knowing and mischievous smile said that she noticed Jak looking over at Primo, and Tisha let her eyes wander over the man as well.&nbsp; "Were you here for the show earlier?" she asked.&nbsp; "You should see what he can do."
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				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>05-02-2012, 23:04:02</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>"I missed the main show but I saw the aftermath," Jak commented and sipped at her second drink, a hint of a smirk playing around the corner of her mouth. "But he's a man, after all, I think I know what he can do. And I can likely accurately guess <em>how</em> he does it. But yes, I've seen him fight before. It's impressive if you like the brute force approach. And I'm Klingon after all so of course I must."<br><br>She drained her glass. "Bring the next one over to the table...with one of whatever he's drinking," she said and slipped down off the stool to amble over to Primo's table, pulling up a chair without waiting for an invitation.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 05:40:45</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Primo swallowed his mouthful of kanar as Jak'kala took a seat, uninvited and unannounced. The augment took a tentacle of octopus from the plate and masticated the mollusk flesh before swallowing. "I would offer you a glass," Primo said to the hybrid woman, pouring for himself from the whorled kanar bottle, "but kanar is something of an acquired taste, and replicated never really matches the real thing." He gave a sideways look and turned his attention back to the food before him, consuming another tentacle. 
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				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 06:18:54</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>It does not take long for Bela to reach the desired destination.&nbsp; &nbsp;That being the tavern, most like to go and have a few drinks in.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had not been her plan to go out this evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, when the orders came down,&nbsp; that she is to report tomorrow evening.&nbsp; &nbsp;Around a day in advance.&nbsp; It meant a dangerous mission is coming up.&nbsp; An well the length of it could be short or on the other spectrum long.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Entering the tavern,&nbsp; &nbsp;Bela sweep a glance over the common room of the establishment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course she could not see past the immediate clientele closes to her at the door.&nbsp; &nbsp;For most are at least a good foot taller then she is.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially the Klingons which make up the majority of patrons within the inn.&nbsp; <br><br>After the momentarily pause,&nbsp; Bela would make her way towards the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Squeezing past the bigger bodies. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 23:38:58</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern - Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156)</strong><br><br>Giving Jak a warm smile of understanding, she continued on to collect the next round of drinks as well as accumulate orders from the tavern's many occupants.&nbsp; It didn't take long for Tisha to show up with the drinks, both a bloodwine and another glass of kanar, set out near Jak without a word.&nbsp; She didn't want to interrupt their conversation.<br><br>Sashaying her way through, it didn't take long for her to spot the newest patron of the tavern.&nbsp; Tisha sauntered through, getting the occasional slap on her tush or a clear grope, which only provoked giggles and enamoring looks from her.&nbsp; In a heavily Klingon setting, this didn't quite have the desired effect, bringing mutterings and Klingon curses from men who wanted their women to have more rage and ferocity.&nbsp; It hinted at what was wanted from her by whoever originally created her.<br><br>"What can I get you, sweetie?" Tisha asked Bela, giving a playfully affectionate smile that hinted at something more.&nbsp; She had no notepad or way to keep track of the many drink orders that were being bellowed at her, but neither did she have the giant blisters that any waitress who spent hours walking around in high heels would have.&nbsp; Bits of her holographic nature simply required suspension of disbelief if one was to accept her or see her as anything more than a set of subroutines.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 03:53:11</strong>
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				"I'll wait for the real thing before I test whether or not I can acquire a taste," Jak commented then paused to give Bela a nod as she walked past, knowing the human would be shipping out on the mission tomorrow. Jak hadn't decided what to make of her yet but she was efficient and worked hard which made her a good shipmate. Like the rest of her, Jak's voice was silkier than you would expect though it seemed by design and not nature. "I find I like to challenge myself from time to time. For now, a drink, to success whatever danger the coming days might bring."<br><br>She raised her glass which contained the last of her bloodwine, curious as to how long he would tolerate the civility before growing bored.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-02-2012, 11:08:03</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>A nod is given back to Jak the&nbsp; Klingon female crew member.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not that Bela swung that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Jak really is one hot looker.&nbsp; &nbsp; The thought interrupted by a sudden grab of her tusch.&nbsp; &nbsp; A quick elbow lashes out, followed by a sudden grunt.&nbsp; &nbsp; Bela had learned the hard way playing coy and naive was more then enough to drive off most.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; playing hard to get.&nbsp; &nbsp;Showing a little bit of a mean streak well that would draw in attention.&nbsp; &nbsp; An in a bar where Klingon males are the most numerous.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't want to limit her pickings.&nbsp; Still even if it stun the offender,&nbsp; a guffaw laugh is bellowed in response to her elbow.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Reaching the bar,&nbsp; &nbsp;Tisha approaches to take her order.&nbsp; &nbsp;"A cup of chech'tluth will do fine hun."&nbsp; &nbsp;Bela orders the extremely potent alcoholic Klingon drink.&nbsp; &nbsp; It had a bold potent taste.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also is quite distinctive as it has a smoking quality.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 00:22:31</strong>
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				Primo's eyes briefly followed Bela, but they soon enough fell back to his food. It was almost finished, and Primo took the last large tentacle and chewed on it. He raised his glass when Jak raised hers, and knocked back the kanar. "Cardassians, before the war, would have made a wonderful challenge for you. The Obsidian Order was easily the equal to the Tal Shiar and lightyears ahead of Starfleet Intelligence and Klingon Intelligence." He mused, looking at the dregs in his glass. "And their mating rituals are very stimulating." The augment smirked, and then gave an amused grunt as pleasant memories swam in his mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 01:46:38</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern - Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156)</strong><br><br>Tisha slipped away back towards the bar, where a tray of drinks was already waiting for her.&nbsp; She then meandered her way through the crowd, giving Bela her drink with a warm smile.&nbsp; "Here you go, hun."&nbsp; Barely stopping, she then continued on to many of the others, apparently quite busy but somehow not frazzled.&nbsp; It was just another minor detail betraying her lack of humanity.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 02:55:05</strong>
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				Jak finished off her drink and waited to catch Bela's eye, waving her over to let her know she was welcome if she were so inclined. A crew sharing a drink and a story or two before shipping out seemed natural. She found herself studying Primo again, curious about his background. Like most of the flotsam and jetsom Navarro picked up along the way, she knew he was an outcast of sorts, at least from human culture, b ut she otherwise knew little about him..<br><br>"Yes, I've heard many stories of the Obsidian Order. It would have perhaps have been enjoyable to have tested myself against them...though less so if I'd failed," she commented but her demeanor didn't seem to indicate that failure was much of a concern. "Tell me, how did you come to know so much of Cardassian intelligence...and mating practices?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 04:13:43</strong>
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				Primo chewed thoughtfully on a piece of tentacle, a small piece that was left after the choicest ones had already been consumed. The plate had only bits and pieces now, the majority already eaten. "During the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, I did some work in the sector. Smuggled in supplies for the Bajoran resistance - food, weapons, medical necessities. Even fought for them a couple times - and for myself when one of them sold me out to a Cardassian." Primo's expression grew mixed, the memory not altogether pleasant nor entirely bitter. "An ambitious Gul in the Obsidian Order approached me about working for the Cardassians instead. It was much better paying - and the payments were always meticulously punctual. And there were other benefits, beyond the latinum." He chuckled, but elaborated no further.<br><br>The augment shifted his bulk and looked at Jak'kala. "Have you ever used a Cardassian disruptor rifle? It's a marvellous weapon. They still function after tremendous use and abuse. I dragged one out of the mud from under a rotting Bajoran corpse - no telling how long it had been there - and the weapon still functioned perfectly. I'd recommend them over any other weapon in the quadrant." The man managed to keep his enthusiasm to a mellow level. It did not overwhelm or become effusive. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-02-2012, 06:24:35</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>Bela looks up from her idle distraction of purveying the tavern common room, when the waitress returned.&nbsp; &nbsp;A nod is given to the server.&nbsp; Who is off to deliver more drinks to other patrons.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching out to claim her smoking drink,&nbsp; Bela would return back to her idle distraction.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Bringing her drink up she sniff at the potent drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its aroma heady and strong in its own right.&nbsp; After a moment taken to take in the heady aroma she bring the glass to her lips and take a drink.&nbsp; &nbsp;It goes down both smooth and with a kick to it,&nbsp; a real paradox.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another sip is taken.&nbsp; &nbsp; A slight flush gives a light glow to Bela cheeks.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Setting down the glass, it clangs empty already after the two drinks from it.&nbsp; &nbsp; When Bela catches eye contact with Tisha.&nbsp; &nbsp;A gesture is given for another one.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-02-2012, 02:19:31</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern - Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156)</strong><br><br>Tisha smiled as she recognized the look.&nbsp; It took a bit, with so many orders all getting tossed about, but it wasn't too long before she was able to bring Bela a replacement.<br><br>A few tables over from the group, arguments were getting heated.&nbsp; Two Klingon men were arguing in their native tongue, a discussion which didn't take too long to jump into blows.&nbsp; As they joined in, however, quite a few smelled the thrill of battle and tossed themselves into what was quickly becoming a barroom brawl.&nbsp; Tisha did her best to keep her distance for the moment, but people who didn't move might get caught up in the melee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 02:54:17</strong>
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				"I wasn't exactly...encouraged...to carry a weapon," Jal said slowly with a smirk that didn't quite mask her lingering distaste for her former life. She was not entirely Klingon and so she had been largely able to contain most of her anger once she'd bested those who had enslaved her but occasionally it still smoldered through, a lack of control that displeased her greatly when she was aware of it. She glanced back at the ruckus and shifted her chair slightly to avoid any collateral damage but otherwise ignored it. "My education in certain kinds of weaponry is far behind what it should be but I'm working on it. I'll seek out one of these rifles when I get the chance."<br><br>She took another drink but kept her hand on her mug lest the table get jostled. "Any idea what's got us heading out tomorrow?" she asked, curious if Navarro had been confiding in anyone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 03:54:10</strong>
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				"Hmm." Primo nodded, and poured the last of the kanar for himself. A klingon brawler jostled the table and sent his plate with its small pieces of octopus to the floor where it broke with a crack. The empty bottle of kanar followed soon after. Its departure was met with ambivalence. The violence around them received less than that. He finished his drink and then hurled the glass into the brawl with seeming carelessness. The glass flew amidst the combatants and struck one on the cheek, the glass shattering just so that the shards would then enter and shred the eye. <br><br>"None whatsoever." The Augment replied to the hybrid woman's inquiry. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-02-2012, 12:53:37</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br><br>The second drink is brought out to Bela.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again a nod of thanks is given for the service.&nbsp; &nbsp; Suddenly a few tables away.&nbsp; &nbsp;Voices become heated in argument.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not surprising,&nbsp; considering the levels of testosterone in the bar.&nbsp; &nbsp;The cultural and society background of most within the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; The argument quickly escalates into a fight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which is like dropping a match in a puddle of gasoline.&nbsp; &nbsp;Quickly uniting the room into a barroom brawl.&nbsp; &nbsp;As others not even in the original argument.&nbsp; &nbsp;Are joining in the fight.&nbsp; &nbsp;No good reason other then it was a fight and such is the way of life.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Snatching the drink then off the table with fast reflexes.&nbsp; &nbsp; Less it goes with the way of her table as one of those combatants is thrown towards her table.&nbsp; &nbsp; With the snatch and grab,&nbsp; Bela push back her chair at the same time.&nbsp; &nbsp;To avoid becoming collateral damage in the bar fight.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>18-02-2012, 07:22:52</strong>
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				<strong>Navarro Tavern - Tisha (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=129448.msg5752156#msg5752156)</strong><br><br>A sudden ripple overtakes Tisha as a warning seems to go off.&nbsp; She has enough time to set down her tray before dissipating, after which another waitress seamlessly grabs the drinks and continues serving as if nothing had happened.&nbsp; Holograms didn't get true shifts or laid off, but neither did they have to punch a clock.<br><br>The sudden disruption of the bar fight by the Klingon nearly losing an eye provides an advantage at just the right moment.&nbsp; Perhaps his opponent didn't realize that he'd been blinded, but to suggest that he knowingly attacked otherwise would be dishonorable, a disgrace for several generations and something that would never be claimed otherwise.&nbsp; Still, it was more than enough to end the fight with little else of bloodshed, and send the wounded to a medical facility.<br><br>The bartender, however, noticed, and gave Primo a soft nod of thanks.&nbsp; It didn't take long for another waitress to come up and offer him a fresh new drink, adding a wink and a, "On the house, honey," before slipping away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 09:37:59</strong>
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				<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...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 14:48:06</strong>
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				The cups of chech'tluth&nbsp; &nbsp;were the only accompaniment that Bela would undertake the evening at the tavern.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;After having returned to her personal space,&nbsp; her room.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had readied herself for the upcoming mission the next morning after taking herself a shower and getting dressed.<br><br>Unlike some aboard the Pariah.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bela still dressed in her star fleet uniform.&nbsp; &nbsp;With her gear packed.&nbsp; &nbsp; She head to the transporter room and beam up to the Pariah.&nbsp; <br><br>The mission would be a dangerous one.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through one that would be of most importance to the survival of the house of Navarro and Pariah.&nbsp; &nbsp; Such speculated Bela as she entered for the mission briefing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 18:27:46</strong>
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				Tisha was already set up within the mission briefing, but set to Security mode.&nbsp; She wore a crimson Starfleet uniform, with her hair tied back in a ponytail and a stern stare so common to bodyguards and those who hoped to intimidate would-be assassins into looking elsewhere for an easy mark.&nbsp; Her phaser was already placed at her hip, and she was completely silent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRedFear</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 10:27:08</strong>
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				Once the crew was assembled Cris tapped on his Data-Padd, and causing a holographic projector to place an image of a local star-chart hovering in the air above the assembled crew. A few more taps and the hologram rapidly zoomed in on a specific planet. One that would be well recognized by those who had served with the Pariah longest.<br><br>It was a planet that had served as the Pariah's primary port of call during the last year of the Dominion War. And during those rough years after the war when the ship was considered an outlaw vessel by just about every major government in the Alpha Quadrant. Anchorage. A world full of scum, villainy, and no shortage of all around general ne'er-do-wells. A world torn between powerful crime syndicates, of which the Orion Syndicate was just one. <br><br>"<strong>Some of you know this world intimately.</strong>..." Cris said as he began the briefing. "...<strong>others have at least heard of it. Anchorage. The 'Risa' of Crime. A world of outlaws that survives only because there's no point in trying to conquer it.</strong> " he paused a moment, and added "<strong>Not by conventional means anyway.&nbsp; </strong>"<br><br>http://www.stogeek.com/wiki/Anchorage (http://www.stogeek.com/wiki/Anchorage)<br><br>Over the next fifteen minutes Cris gives a brief summary of the planet's history and status.<br><br>It's not that Anchorage could not be conquered. Other than a loose assemblage of pirate and smuggling vessels located on the surface or in orbit at any given time the planet had no standing defense force. What did it need with one? Any attempt to militarily clamp down on the surface by any major law force or militant power was met with massive planet-wide resistance. The only thing you could do to control the planet was blockade it...and most of the planet's denizens considered Blockade-running to be jolly sport. The Cardassians tried to blockade Anchorage once, years ago before the collapse of the Obsidian Order. They were surprisingly effective for about a month...long enough for the major crime families controlling Anchorage to decide that enough was enough and temporarily pool their fleets for an assault that made it clear that given time to prepare, Anchorage had teeth sharp enough to bleed even the major military powers of the quadrant. <br><br>With the brief summary of the planet's military history complete, Cris moved on to the mission itself. "<strong>In light of the Klingon Empire's recent alliance with the Orion Syndicate, the Chancellor has agreed to support the Syndicate in it's effort to finally seize full control of Anchorage from the other crime families currently in control of the planet</strong>."<br><br>He said the next part with something of a smirk "<strong>And since we have something of a history with that planet we have been selected for this...'glorious' task. </strong>" <br><br>Of course it likely had more to do with the fact that this wasn't going to be the kind of mission that could be resolved with brute force...which made few purely-Klingon ships well suited toward it. More than that, this was likely the kind of mission that would require actions most would consider dishonorable...which made a ship full of pariahs perfectly suited toward it since most Klingons felt they had no honor in the first place. But Cris saw this for the opportunity it was...a chance to gain significant influence, not just in the Empire but in one the quadrant's most active underworld hotspots. <br><br>He paused here, giving his officers a chance to ask questions or make observations if they had any before continuing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 06:35:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ist1-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/V/B/R/j/VBRj/sf1_s.jpg)</div><br>Lieutenant&nbsp; Bela Sancinati&nbsp; listened to the mission brief.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes widen with hearing the destination.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course she has never been to the city and planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; Only knowing it through reputation.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now this might not be a bad thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;It also meant that no one would know her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which left possibilities and&nbsp; options in covert operations that she could be involved with.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Leaning forward in her seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raising her left hand to brush back a wayward strand of her bangs back.&nbsp; &nbsp; She look over the hologram in earnest.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then Bela&nbsp; settles back and leans the chair back onto two legs balancing it.&nbsp; &nbsp;A glance given to the others in turn for each for a split moment before drawing back to the admiral.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;His presentation now over with.<br><br>A soft thud as the chair settles back on the four legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;The perimeter outline of the mission had been set.&nbsp; &nbsp; No questions yet,&nbsp; &nbsp;as she waits for the detail plan to be laid out.&nbsp; In how they would accomplish the end goal of the mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;What operation would be planned and put into effect.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: House of Navarro - First City Estate</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 09:07:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/3046/a01b.jpg)</div><br>In Security Mode, Tisha didn't seem to be watching the display.&nbsp; The computer which controlled her simply bypassed the step of what she should be able to visualize and gave her the information directly from the computer, allowing her to appear to diligently guard everyone while not missing a beat.&nbsp; Most holograms didn't possess this bypass, but whoever had programmed her had wanted her to be able to take drink orders without being in the proximity of that person, especially across the noise of a crowded bar, as well as not bump into people just because she was too busy flirting.<br><br>"Bread and circuses," she said.&nbsp; Rather than flirtatious or casual, her demeanor was perfectly straightforward, explaining exactly what she was thinking and keeping herself oriented perfectly towards business.&nbsp; In many ways, it made her seem ruthless and cunning, although those who knew her would recognize that her other modes were anything but.&nbsp; "Whenever anyone makes the attempt to control these people overtly, of course they're going to shuck off that attempt.&nbsp; If we want to take over this planet, we must do so covertly.&nbsp; We allow everyone to think that they have complete control of their situations and they'll gladly hand themselves over."<br><br>When her eyes did focus upon the hologram, it was a recognition that her dedication was focused primarily upon the task of isolating some sort of flaw.&nbsp; Those familiar with her programming, however, would know that she was still capable of maintaining her defense of the room even while so focused.&nbsp; Klingon rules and traditions necessitated diligence, because a leader could be challenged at any time, and Tisha owed Cris too much to let that happen.<br><br>"Perhaps a civil war would be the best way.&nbsp; The Crime Lords already fight and battle against each other.&nbsp; If two or three of the largest Syndicates could be seen to attempt to bite off more than they could chew, making severe assassination attempts on all the others to a degree which would suggest that they believed themselves larger than they were, the others would likely jump at the chance to take them down.&nbsp; This would weaken all of them in such an attempt, allowing us more of an opening to seep in."
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