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.]

Comments

no worries, hope you're ready to PARTAAAY

[pb_n_jocular]

[You know what, fine; don't answer her; there's a fleet directory and she's already firing up and on her way.]

You haven't been down to the planet yet and you're looking for some choice items; best bet you have is going down to the surface.

But don't worry, we won't just be shopping. Gotta have a little fun down there too, right? I'll be at your ship in like two minutes.

Re: YES I AM.

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[Worf is just left clueless as to what the blue woman wants of him. He doesn't do....shopping. He's a Klingon.]

I do not-

[He sighed. Keen, wasn't she? Worf rolled his eyes and hoped that this wouldn't take too long, whatever the trip would entail. Waiting. Yep.]

[pb_n_jocular]

[She slides her shuttle into the hangar bay, opens the back hatch, and leans out.]

HEY BUDDY! I'm here and ready to jet!

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[Worf groaned inwardly. He was never much good at being pleased to be part of something he didn't much want. Shopping trips with strange blue alien girls being one of them.]

I hope this will not take too long.

[At least he's actually going along with it, for once? Joining PeeBee, Worf sighed.]

[pb_n_jocular]

It'll take as long as it takes. Just think; the less time you spend complaining the more time we have for fun stuff, like finding you prunce juice.

[She waits until he's on board and then she's closing the hatch and busting it out of the hangar bay. She really knows her way around a shuttle.

Also, it's definitely got a lived in look to it; as in, this is where she's chosen to live instead of her assigned bunk. There's clothes, some dirty dishes, and scrap she's been tinkering with that's small enough to leave the lab.]

Isn't that a human thing, prune juice?

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[Worf appreciated a tidy ship and this shuttle was more of a tinkerer's workshop more than anything else. Did she scavenge?]

I still do not know enough about you. For all I know you could be taking me planet side to have my killed.

[Sorry but it's his instincts, you know? He's met enough assassins in his time.]

Prune juice....is human. I tasted aboard the Enterprise and realised I liked it.

[pb_n_jocular]

I guess I could be, huh? [That smile she gives him probably isn't very reassuring, is it?] But where would the fun be in that? I don't know enough about you to know what price I'd get. Not worth it. Besides, you're fun and you remind me of Drack.

Humans can get pretty creative with the foodstuffs, huh? It's kind of amazing, considering how short their lifespans are; to be able to pack all that food and cooking and stuff into a single century.

[sonof_mogh]

I have met many strange women before and some have turned out to be murderers and assassins.

[Mainly bandit people and Romulans. Worf hates Romulans.]

Yet, so far you have not tried to kill me. I will accompany you on this....shopping trip.

[He's agreeing to it! Kind of.]

[pb_n_jocular]

[Good thing she's not a Romulan. Or an assassin.]

Good, because I'm not about to turn around now!

[They're well on their way, speeding down to the planet. She pilots the shuttle with an experienced hand, leaning in easily back in her seat.] You're gunna love this place; everything you could imagine is down there.