Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>28-08-2017, 03:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6677854717_717daa0fb3_b.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Much like the rest of the <em>Redemption</em>, the mess hall has a new and perhaps "shiny" feel and appeal to it when one walks in.&nbsp; The walls have the very light beige color favored by the interior of many Starfleet vessels, though the <em>Redemption</em> adds in its own personal style with the rich sky blue coloring of the supporting bulkheads about the room.&nbsp; The tables about the room have a rich decoration of unpolished steel on the interior with two borders about the interior, one of onyx black followed by cherry wood, or a very good synthetic and replication of such a material.&nbsp; The chairs are of a rich comfortable leather onyx in color with the metal of the chair the same unpolished silver as the table tops, the edges of the chairs cherry wood.<br><br>It was past 0800 on the new duty day, about an hour before the shift change from night operations to day operations.&nbsp; The mess hall is relatively empty save for the very rare early bird crewman, or those who enjoy eating slowly with company.&nbsp; The replicators are humming, any mistakes in programing corrected so what a crew member ordered was what they got.&nbsp; On some ships and postings the replicators got low priority, but nothing soured a work shift than a poor meal and provisions.&nbsp; No of such will happen here to any who come in to claim breakfast before the start of what was hoped to be a much smoother day than the two previous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-09-2017, 16:17:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/01fecbbd5d48fa4961b40df5c26ebdb3/tumblr_o8266vnYuj1qj6sk2o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lieutenant Kroken Liara<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Lt Commander Maddie Fontaine<br><strong>Transition Info:</strong><br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Two days out of spacedock and Liara was no less busy than she'd been the day they left.&nbsp; The port flow inductors had running faults and there was a cascade failure in the new Bio-neural gel packs sending faulty data back and forth across the engineering network that had forced them to drop out of warp three times in the past forty eight hours.&nbsp; The engineering crew was good and the engineers at Spacedock had done their job fixing the faults from <em>Redemption's</em> shake down cruise, but they could only do so much in spacedock.&nbsp; <br><br>Four hours of sleep in the past twenty four hours had done little to clear her mind.&nbsp; The fact she hadn't had a chance in almost three days to do any Mok'bara didn't help either.&nbsp; Maddie's teasing and flirting as they worked closely to get the ship back on track had helped slightly giving her a chance to focus more on the woman's advances and less on how tired she was but the sexual tension was building quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>Running into the main mess to grab some breakfast before going back to Engineering.&nbsp; "Larish Pie and Liara Raktajino"&nbsp; She ordered from the replicator feeling the craving for something strong to start her day.&nbsp; Grabbing the tray, Liara grabbed a table, wondering who else was up this early in the day.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>11-09-2017, 21:12:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong> Angel's Rest to Mess Hall<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Dp. Att. Kir-Je<br></div><br><br><br><br>Ithali walked with measured steps, ever sure and fluid with inhuman grace. “Agreed,” she said simply, “The ambassador does not have to know, since it will not harm them. A security detail with more close combat skills and strictly backup only weapons should suffice nicely.” The door to the mess hall opened as the Andorian female stepped with little sound. “Better an alive ambassador, than a dead one,” she agreed once more, speaking softly but sounding steely and serious.<br><br>The Trill male had chuckled at her. He certainly wasn’t a business only type, now was he? Ithali kept a small smirk from tilting her blue lips. “Failure is often an apt learning opportunity,” she offered, turning to look at him, “Perhaps I will be able to teach you a few things about Andorians and their… passions. So I fully intend to see how well you can defend yourself from me.” That sounded more suggestive than she could have possibly intended with her closed off expressions.&nbsp; But then again her kind was know well for their aggression, despite looking serene and ethereal. <br><br>Continuing on the discussion from earlier when she had prodded him a bit, Ithali lifted one hand and observed it thoughtfully. Then her green eyes slid over to him. She put a finger on her bottom lip, as if thoughtful. “I suppose it is all situational,” she gave him a rather sharp smirk, “Though it does beg the question as to how badly you wish to either irritate or impress me, now doesn’t it?”<br><br>“And while you may be very apt at speaking,” she looked over the room with her cool water gaze, “I'm much more impressed with actions, rather than words… <em>Anatole</em>.” She gave him a more expressive look after that. One of challenge and amusement and almost a bit of arrogance. His silver tongue was speaking of two things at once, for she was certain he wasn’t just speaking of sparring with her. “A rain check, I believe it is called, should be begged for on my end, <em>Anatole</em>,” she rolled his name on her tongue again, “Certain matters should be seen to before I can indulge myself in playing with you.” Oh, now it was she who was spearing back, to get at him for trying to pull her about with his words. He chose sneak attacks? She chose full open advancement. <br><br>“You should have time to ready yourself for me,” now she was certainly trying to egg him on, “Tender Trill might be harmed if not prepared for the strength of an Andorian. Though I do find myself eager to test you.” Sparring and otherwise. Of course she also had her eye on the doctor too, to be perfectly honest. Who would win in a match of Cardassian and Andorian? Of course, the Trill could be a surprise too. And it all depended on time as well. She hardly knew a thing about either adversaries, and a warrior should always be more informed, rather than rush head first into a conquest.<br><br>Ooopsie, did she just think conquest? Apologies, old habits die hard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>19-09-2017, 23:01:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>It was odd for Anatole to follow the ensign into the mess hall; such places were the venue of ranka nd file.&nbsp; He was outside the chain of command so was, literally, an outsider in the mess hall. He showed no sign of his discomfort.&nbsp; He'd learned long ago that discomfort was never going to be fatal and so he'd learned to deal with it.<br><br>"I've always found that people learn more from failure than from success.&nbsp; If you fail, you try to correct your behaviours.&nbsp; If you succeed, you try to repeat them, even if you made a few mistakes along the way."&nbsp; The grin spread across his face as she spoke of teaching him about Andorian.&nbsp; There was a subtle or perhaps not so subtle subtext.&nbsp; It semed that he was correct in thinking that he'd caught the Andorian's attention on more than one level.&nbsp; No matter how the issue played out, it was certainly going to be interesting and educational and likely not just a little dangerous.<br><br>"I'd be very interesting in learning anything you can teach me about Andorians.&nbsp; My expertise is in cross cultural etiquette, so anything you could teach, I'm sure I could find value in.&nbsp; If you prefer actions to words, perhaps the scheduling of a sparring session might demonstrate my sincerity.&nbsp; I don't expect to offer you much of a challenge but I will endeavour not to bore you too much.&nbsp; Perhaps after your next duty shift ends?&nbsp; It will offer you an opportunity to unwind.&nbsp; Once you've gauged my skill, perhaps, if you consider me worthy, you'd be willing to teach me the proper use of an Ushaan-tor.&nbsp; I've read part of the Ushaan but I'm certainly not fully versed in it.&nbsp; I'd appreciate the opportunity to explore the intricacies of the various ammendments with someone who fully understands them."<br><br>The request was something of a gamble but it would tell her a great deal about Ithali.&nbsp; If she was toying with him for her own amusement, she'd possibly consider the request insulting to her heritage.&nbsp; If she considered him worthy, either before or after they sparred, she might be willing to offer to teach him.&nbsp; There was historical evidence that supported the idea of non-Andorians using the weapons.&nbsp; He'd need to wait and see.&nbsp; In either case, demonstrating a limited knowledge of her culture would show that he was sincere about wanting to know more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>27-09-2017, 07:51:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Mess Hall<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Dp. Att. Kir-Je<br></div><br><br><br><br>She did not find it odd that he be in the mess hall. While it wasn't as casual as Angel's Rest, it was still a more public area. Most species needed to eat after all. The Andorian female leaned back on one leg, her hand slipping over the curve of her hip. Her uniform pressed well against her frame, heavy hooded eyes lowered on him with a great deal of telling warmth. &nbsp;"We can try as many time as you would like," she offered, that ghost of a smile curving one corner of her mouth up a bit.<br><br>Ithali lifted a brow, showing an expression other than a subtle smirk on her serene face. Her pale hair framed her cerulean face like a snowy halo, her full lips tilting into a knowing smile. So he was testing her then? He wished to know such a thing straight from an Andorian...&nbsp; Whatever could the correct answer be?&nbsp; <br>“I could try to show it to you if you provide a good trade,” &nbsp;she mused with her fire opal gaze on him like she could read him as well as her favorite book. "I say 'try' for good reason... Considering all the rules and situational changes to an Ushaan. But you are a fast witted one... You may humble yourself too much... I am sure you will be highly entertaining...and entertained of course." <br><br>For him to want something so large of her, so was curious to see if his 'knowledge' would provide proper trade for such a boon. It gave enough room enough to determine if this male was worthy of the Ushaan-tor her would hold in his hand. Her Ushaan-tor. He'd have to wait and see. It was a rather large request after all. Though...she was leaning towards allowing him at the moment, despite not knowing much of him. Reckless intense emotions often came with waves of possible reckless action that had to be disciplined against. And Ithali would not like to be reckless with her Ushaan-tor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Mess Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>02-10-2017, 02:11:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>"Part of my expertise is in cross cultural etiquette,"&nbsp; Anatole answered.&nbsp; "The Caitians, for example, if they are not familiar with humans, might consider long brightly painted fingernails on a woman as a sign that she was a warrior issuing an open challenge, whereas darker colours are not.&nbsp; Red, specifically, would be seen as a sign that you wanted to shed blood.&nbsp; There may not be 14,000 colours of nail polish available but I could tell you how many of them would be received.&nbsp; Given a chance to review the code that covers the Ushaan-tor, I'm sure I could make myself, if not exactly conversant in it, then at least familiar enough with it to avoid the more common pitfalls.&nbsp; As far as what I can offer in trade..."<br><br>Anatole smiled.&nbsp; This was a battlefield that he was familiar with.&nbsp; It was negotiations, pure and simple.&nbsp; She would seek to gain the greatest price, while he sought the lowest.&nbsp; He would allow her to set the opening bid, which would be their high mark.&nbsp; His counter offer would be the low mark and they would settle somewhere in the middle.&nbsp; He had a certain amount of martial arts knowledge that he could pass on and possibly political influence that she could make use of to further her career.&nbsp; He doubted that she wanted materials goods or straight up cash but then again she might surprise him.&nbsp; Or not.<br><br>"I'm not certain that I would have anything that would interest you.&nbsp; Perhaps you could tell me what you want and I well see what I can do about satisfying those needs."&nbsp; That was, of course, the other part of the negotiations.&nbsp; Ithali seemed at least remotely interested in him as more than a sparring partner and she certainly was attractive.&nbsp; Her pale skin and hair would be almost luminous under the right lighting and those curves begged to be explored.&nbsp; He didn't want to put that on the table right away; it would seem crude and crass.&nbsp; He was, after all, the more subtle of the two when it came to word play and negotiations.&nbsp; Besides, if she didn't put it on the table, he could always bring it up later.<br><br><em>Let the dance begin and we'll see who it is that pays the band at the end....</em>
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