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driftfleet2017-08-02 08:42 am
sonof_mogh) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-02 08:42 am
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002 [second log] video/action
Who: Worf and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish
When: Now
SS Vanquish:
Armoury:
[Worf can be found studying the armour and weapons within the confines of the room. A keen weapon specialist, this Klingon is picking up one of the rifles and studying it closely. Not bad. Yet, it could not outmatch a bladed weapon in his view.]
These weapons are unfamiliar to me yet, they possess strength and the build is well made. Are there any bladed weapons we can use?
[This time he wondered if there was anywhere he could get back his Mek'leth knives.]
Kitchen:
Is there anything to eat within the confines of this prison?
[One annoyed Klingon here. Worf found the space gel and wasn't even going to attempt to get any from the dispensers. It was disgusting. How were the crew suppose to survive? There had to be a cook aboard, surely? What about drink? Any prune juice? He doubted it.]
This was not what I expected when I was forced aboard this ship. Any meat?
[He searched in containers and found no animal. Damn this.]
Cargo Hold:
[Now, this was more Worf's style. A gym. Good. He could work out here and practice his martial arts. A Klingon needed to be battle ready at all times and this recreation room was near enough to a Holosuite as he was going to get. He walked around for a few moments, taking in the equipment and layout before noticing the punch bag.
He gave it a few hard punches, before moving onto the weights. Lifting the heaviest he could find, he grunted a little with effort but was soon lifting them easily from the tops of his thighs to his shoulders. Good. At least he still had his strength. Yet, he wanted a battle simulator. Did they have one? He put the weights down and frowned.]
Is there anywhere a man can practice a battle? I need weapons.
Network:
I have many questions since being made prisoner aboard this ship.
[A view of a Klingon could be seen through the feed's screen. His hair was tied up in typical warrior fashion in a pony tail at the back, while he still wore the uniform from Deep Space Nine. Starfleet issue.]
My Mek'leth knives were stolen from me on arrival by the Atroma. Is there anyway I can replicate some more? A smith even? I feel naked without my weapons and somewhere to practice with them would be helpful too. A Klingon's right should be that he can practice battling with enemies.
[He just feels useless after all. No way was he here for some "show."]
If anyone can help me it would be appreciated. One other thing....prune juice and Gagh. I wish to have these two items also. The food aboard this ship is...less than satisfactory for a Klingon's needs.
[Totally not fussy. At all.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Vanquish
When: Now
SS Vanquish:
Armoury:
[Worf can be found studying the armour and weapons within the confines of the room. A keen weapon specialist, this Klingon is picking up one of the rifles and studying it closely. Not bad. Yet, it could not outmatch a bladed weapon in his view.]
These weapons are unfamiliar to me yet, they possess strength and the build is well made. Are there any bladed weapons we can use?
[This time he wondered if there was anywhere he could get back his Mek'leth knives.]
Kitchen:
Is there anything to eat within the confines of this prison?
[One annoyed Klingon here. Worf found the space gel and wasn't even going to attempt to get any from the dispensers. It was disgusting. How were the crew suppose to survive? There had to be a cook aboard, surely? What about drink? Any prune juice? He doubted it.]
This was not what I expected when I was forced aboard this ship. Any meat?
[He searched in containers and found no animal. Damn this.]
Cargo Hold:
[Now, this was more Worf's style. A gym. Good. He could work out here and practice his martial arts. A Klingon needed to be battle ready at all times and this recreation room was near enough to a Holosuite as he was going to get. He walked around for a few moments, taking in the equipment and layout before noticing the punch bag.
He gave it a few hard punches, before moving onto the weights. Lifting the heaviest he could find, he grunted a little with effort but was soon lifting them easily from the tops of his thighs to his shoulders. Good. At least he still had his strength. Yet, he wanted a battle simulator. Did they have one? He put the weights down and frowned.]
Is there anywhere a man can practice a battle? I need weapons.
Network:
I have many questions since being made prisoner aboard this ship.
[A view of a Klingon could be seen through the feed's screen. His hair was tied up in typical warrior fashion in a pony tail at the back, while he still wore the uniform from Deep Space Nine. Starfleet issue.]
My Mek'leth knives were stolen from me on arrival by the Atroma. Is there anyway I can replicate some more? A smith even? I feel naked without my weapons and somewhere to practice with them would be helpful too. A Klingon's right should be that he can practice battling with enemies.
[He just feels useless after all. No way was he here for some "show."]
If anyone can help me it would be appreciated. One other thing....prune juice and Gagh. I wish to have these two items also. The food aboard this ship is...less than satisfactory for a Klingon's needs.
[Totally not fussy. At all.]
no subject
[Please don't eat the space vermin Worf, that's gross.]
Have you tried down on the planet? This one particularly seems to have a lot of options when it comes to shopping. Most of the planet, in fact. I don't know about buying anything live, but fresh, definitely.
no subject
[Rwar.]
No, I have not. If there is nothing aboard these ships worth eating, then I may venture down to find some real prey to eat.
[This guy likes a hunt. Can you guess?]
no subject
That might be your best plan of action.
[He actually crosses into the kitchen to approach Worf now, holding out a hand. He's not...completely sure the gesture will read as intended, but he's going to try.]
Felix Gaeta. Nice to meet you.
no subject
[He did actually fancy a good hunt. When was the last time he got to use a weapon like a bow or spear to catch prey? A long time ago aboard the Enterprise's Holodeck.]
Well met, Felix Gaeta. What planet do you hail from?
[Since you might not be human?]
no subject
...So, no shake then? He lowers his hand after a second, though it doesn't seem to bother him.]
I'm from Caprica. It's in the Cyrannus system.
[He's...almost positive Worf won't be familiar with it, if only because he's pretty damn sure there's no other sentient life in their galaxy. If they are, they're hiding themselves really well. Still, he likes being specific.]
And you?