001 first log [video/action]

[sonof_mogh]

Who: Worf and you.
Broadcast: Open.
Action: Marsiva kitchen.
When: Now. 4th of July.


[The feed cuts in showing a rather irritated Klingon tasting some of the "space gel" that the crew are forced to eat as a substitute to real food. He's in the kitchen, having had no choice but to tear himself away from all the memories and strange rooms aboard the ship. Worf isn't good dealing with odd situations like staring into someone's past or trying to get his head around things like that.]

How can anyone call this food? It is tasteless and lacks everything real food has! This is nothing compared to Gagh.

[That's Klingon food. Worms that are alive and move a lot.]

This show has gone on long enough. I demand to know what is happening and why there are these strange memories of people being shown in rooms. If you were a man I would kill you where you stand!

[He's targeting his anger at the network, hoping to get his rage across to the Atroma; his captors. Maybe Worf is just annoyed at the food selection and lack of prune juice. It seems he wants to pick a fight with something or someone.]

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[sonof_mogh]

[Ah, a fellow warrior it seems. She speaks with fire in her blood and Worf liked that.]

Indeed. If we ever do land on a planet, that is the first thing I will seek out once we land. Are you perhaps a fellow warrior aboard this ship? Might we both seek out these Atroma and spill blood in our family's names?

[Because that was the right thing to do of course.]

You seek first blood, then I shall allow you do to so. I am new here and have not met these Atroma, yet they seem like skulking cowards.

[tough_love]

They stole my hammer while dragging me to this miserable excuse for entertainment. They do not simply appear to be cowards, they are cowards.

[It's a sore spot- one that could only be remedied through gratuitous and highly unnecessary violence upon those responsible. With a minor detour along the way, since she had promised one of the new hosts she'd rip out her tongue and she wasn't about to start breaking promises now.]

I am Princess Looma of House Red Wind. I am definitely a warrior- not that it appears to be a profession in any great demand among the rest of the fleet.

[sonof_mogh]

They also stole my Mek'leth. My Klingon knives. These captors are cowards and thieves.

[He totally understands what you mean. No one should take a warrior's weapons like this and live to speak about it.]

Then, I am grateful to be in your presence, your Highness. To meet another warrior and of royal blood is indeed a great honour.

[Worf bowed his head over the network, happy to have met someone who understands the glory of battle.]

I am Worf, son of Mogh; a Klingon warrior and officer within Star Fleet.

[tough_love]

[Well, this was a first. Even counting her time at the last place that abducted her like this, Worf was still the first to actually make a real attempt at formality. It would have thrilled her a year ago, but it just felt weird now.]

You may skip the formalities, Worf Son of Mogh. So long as you remember my proper title, I've grown accustomed to more open interactions among outsiders. This is the second time I have been stolen away from my own affairs, and there are even fewer people who have even heard of a Tetramand here than the last world.

[Though really, she tended to let even skipping her title slide, assuming the person was someone she didn't want to punch through the nearest bulkhead. She'd spent a lot of time away from her home planet so far, things were starting to change and it was weird but she found it more useful to just roll with most of it.]

For what it may be worth, I have heard of your Star Fleet from others here, you may have comrades worth seeking- if the names Kirk and Chekov are familiar to you.

[sonof_mogh]

Then, I will remember it.

[He will make sure to be wary around this one, as to not annoy her. It was only manners anyway.]

Captain Kirk? But, surely that is not possible. In my time he is dead.

[Time travel, perhaps? Oh gods, whatever next? The Atroma were plucking people out of Worf's timeline it seemed. How would he deal with it if Kirk actually talked with him?]

I shall seek out my comrades in due time.

[tough_love]

And here he is not. We even had an informative discussion on the similarities between Klingon and Tetramand society.

[Looma has yet to actually...connect the dots and figure out she's talking to a Klingon, even after the comment about the knives, but that's pretty much entirely because Kirk hadn't shown a picture of any kind. That and it was not uncommon for a warrior to want to gather weapons in their travels, so it wasn't as if his claiming ownership of them meant much to her.]

It is best not to question how this or any place like it does what it does. You will likely never find a suitable explanation, and the search accomplishes nothing.

[sonof_mogh]

Tetramand? Are you of that race?

[They might be her race, Worf. You know? She isn't exactly a human being or Klingon, so it might be her.]

Perhaps not, yet I still seek answers and I will have them. They cannot expect us to remain silently like cowards hiding underneath a table. I do not take well to being kidnapped.

[He gets angry.]

[tough_love]

[She'll just go ahead and set that comm of hers down so she can raise all four arms up in front of the camera, Worf. Even for someone not from Earth, it'd be pretty easy to puzzle out how they got the name.]

You are correct. Well, with your questioning at least. I doubt you will find many answers.

[Hell, she hadn't, and she regularly intimidates her own crew. But the Atroma- even the hosts for that matter- didn't seem the least bit concerned about her.]

I will not ask you to stop searching, but I also do not wish to risk a fellow warrior losing their resolve when met with the same failure as everyone else. So keep your expectations low. It would be a pity if you ended up wasted your frustration and fury on someone else, before the opportune moment to strike at our mutual enemy appears.