002 [second log] video/action

[sonof_mogh]

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.]

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[universal_charm]

_{[ He cannot say how uncomfortable it makes him to know there is a Klingon in the Fleet, even though he knows from Beverly that there have been... changes in the way they interacted with the Federation after his time. He knows he shouldn't judge and have preconceived notions, but it is difficult given his own more recent memories of his encounters with them. ]}

There's a place to spar on the Iskaulit - a gym. I sparred against Beverly enough times I think I can work with you on sparring if you wish.

Gagh is essential for the Klingon isn't it? Make that known to Atroma and I'm sure they'll provide it. Prune juice is another matter...

_{[ And he's not sure why he needs it? Seems like an odd request. ]}

[sonof_mogh]

[A man in Star Fleet uniform. Makes a nice change to see someone from Worf's own world at least. Yet, the man's uniform differed from the one he was wearing. Possibly from the future or his past.]

You sparred against Doctor Beverly Crusher? Hm, I have heard her name mentioned several times to me here. Is she no longer aboard these ships?

[How did she escape?]

Gagh is an essential part of our diet yes. Not that I would expect a human to understand though.

[He is just like that, Kirk. Stubborn and rude.]

[universal_charm]

She is not. It is presumed that she went home, but her actual whereabouts are unknown save that she is no longer with us.

_{[ Aka they don't know, it's all some crazy magic or something. ]}

I'm not an expert on Klingon physiology, no, but my CMO is and he's brought it up a few times we've had run ins with Klingon.

_{[ He rolls with it easy enough. He's met ruder races before. ]}

[sonof_mogh]

I am more interested in how she came to leave this place? The Atroma don't seem to be the sort of guests to allow us to leave on our own. They are cowards.

[Yep, he's sort of judged them already.]

You are a captain?

[He can see the rank on your shirt, Kirk. Worf respects you for that.]

[universal_charm]

That's just it - we don't know. We don't know how we're brought here or how we leave. I have theories, but no real proof of anything so they're just that - theories.

_{[ Sorry Worf. The Atroma are jerks like that. ]}

Yes, I am. Captain James Tiberius Kirk of the Starship USS Enterprise.

And yourself?

[sonof_mogh]

[Most didn't know this but Worf wanted to smash the door of the Marsiva down once he realised he'd been kidnapped by an alien race. His Klingon rage couldn't be contained at times.]

It's cowardice on behalf of our captors. They sneak around like the P'tach they are.

[Rough words, Worf.]

Captain Kirk? It seems we are from different times, since I am from the space station Deep Space Nine. You are from my history books, captain.

[It was hard to realise that Worf was from this guy's future. Ugh. Time travel.]

Worf, son of Mogh.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk would believe it and wouldn't blame him either. ]}

Never fear. In that we are in agreement.

_{[ He lets out a dry laugh. ]}

I'm used to it. For awhile I was the only one from my time here. But another Fleet member is always welcome. There's one more of us here - Pavel Chekov, my navigator. Well met, Worf, son of Mogh.

_{[ And if you scare or hurt Chekov he will end you, Worf. ]}

Deep Space Nine huh? You must be out past York Town then, with a name like that.

*shock* I have a....WORF SMILEY ICON

[sonof_mogh]

[Yep, this guy's temper is, well....off the scale.]

It seems there are a few of us here and I had no idea there were so many of us in Starfleet.

[It made him feel a little better? If there were Klingons aboard that would be even better but maybe not so good for the other crew members. Klingons could be....rowdy. Oh, he won't hurt Chekov, Kirk. Don't worry.]

I do not know where York Town is.

[He doesn't get human jokes much.]

Re: *shock* I have a....WORF SMILEY ICON

[universal_charm]

Well, just the three now - you, Chekov, and myself. Leonard McCoy and Beverly Crusher both left several months ago.

_{[ Which never fails to tear a hole in his heart. ]}

I hope that's just because you've never been in that sector, not because it's been lost.

[sonof_mogh]

I have never been in that sector.

[He didn't know where it was or what it was about.]

What year is it where you come from, captain?

[Because time travel is serious business, right?]

[universal_charm]

1. Or, 2263.2 for the precise star date.

_{[ It's the most serious business and Kirk hates it. Usually. Beverly being here was okay. ]}

[sonof_mogh]

Then, it seems I am from the future.

[Why did time travel have to be so awkward?]

Now, I am curious as to what species you have discovered in your time, captain.

[The Borg? The Dominion? No, not yet...]

[universal_charm]

Oh, that's a number... I'm about three years into my exploratory mission and we've come across quite a few new species. I don't think I could really name them all off the top of my head.

We did meet this interesting species, whom we just called the A because we can't hope to pronounce their true names, and they have a very... unique relationship with time.