How Quickly Word Travels

Posted on Fri Aug 2nd, 2019 @ 9:11pm by Ashe Zachariah & K'Lok Maarg

Mission: War and Peacekeeping
Location: Kitchen/Bar
Timeline: Right before Yellow Alert

Things had started to quiet in the bar so Ashe left her young protoge in charge of serving the last few patrons that remained while she slipped through the double doors into the kitchen, taking a moment to glance over the hulking form of the apron wearing Klingon. "Well..." she drawled with a smile. "General K'Lok Maarg... if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it."

The Klingon looked up from where he was smoothing icing over a cake that was starting to look remarkably like the exterior of the ship they were in. "Ashe," Kaarg said. "What's wrong with having a hobby?"

With a laugh, the rainbow haired bar tender crossed the kitchen and grabbed a stool, parking herself on it, watching as his impossibly large hands worked with surprising grace and deftness. "I heard you'd come onboard at the last minute, I have to admit, I was surprised. I thought you'd retired. Is the High Council expecting trouble on this ship?"

Kaarg gave the woman a flat stare. "Hmmm.. Let me see... Two warring factions on one federation ship. You do the maths." He paused a moment to smooth out a corner before continuing. "The things you get up to on your own ships is nothing to do with us. Having said that, if they start trouble, I brought my bat'leth. I used to hang it over the back of the bar. People got the point almost immediately. Sometimes, even before I started stabbing them with it for causing trouble."

"Well, if anyone ever gets rowdy I'll just give you a call then shall I?" Ashe said with a grin. "I mean, you're just through one set of doors, and from memory you always did have a thing for getting a bit rough and tumble when everything went down."

Again, Kaarg gave her a look. "Do you know me or something? You talk like you do but I'm fairly certain we've never met before." The grip on the spatula changed very subtly to a less 'spreading icing' and a more 'slicing arteries' position.

"No, until today I've never had the pleasure," Ashe said with an easy smile. "But your reputation preceeds you." She caught the subtle change in his demeanor. "I spent time on the Vaj jIQuch, I've heard your name come up here and there."

Kaarg grunted, the metal spreading knife reverting to its usual task. He started adding detail to the cake. "First trip out requires cake," he said. "The crew need a high to start on. It usually lasts until the start of their first mission." He looked up at the rainbow-haired woman. "So, you clearly know me, what's your story?"

"Not much to tell. I've floated around here and there for a few years. Spent a few years as a dabo girl on a resort ship, bar tended on and off, spent about 10 months on a Klingon Cargo Ship for a change of pace, did a bit of this, that and the other, and now here I am." Ashe shrugged slightly. "Klingon's are surprisingly chatty when they've had a few bottles of bloodwine."

"Don't I know it. At that point, the only prolem is getting them to shut up!" Ge grinned, the first one in the exchange thusfar. "I think working with you will be interesting," he said. "How do you feel about secret weapon and supply cashes?"

"Under the bar, third panel from the left most bulkead, easy release kickaway in case of emergency," Ashe replied with a grin. "Secondary stash in the liquor hold, just in case, in a crate marked freeze dried gagh."

"You and I are going to get on very well," Kaarg said, his grin going vicious. "Extractor over the grill, Small sword." Second drawer by the door, disruptor. Not the illegal kind, before you ask. Even I need permission for those. I'll sort other stashes around and make sure you know where they are. Oh, nearly forgot, medical supplies, the really good kind, over there in the bread bin. I'll make sure you have some stashed in the bar for emergencies as well."

"I think we're going to get along just fine," Ashe said, leaning across and swiping her finger in the bowl of frosting quickly, giving him a quick grin before she stood up from the stool. "So, before I disappear back to my bar, can I bring you a drink?"

"Chech'tluth," Kaarg replied as he started working on the rear of the ship-cake. "It'll fire up the spirits a bit. This should be done in about 1/2 an hour."

With a smile, Ashe returned with the requested drink, setting it on the table next to him. "Make sure you save me a piece, it looks delicious," she said with a grin before heading back to her own bar. She still had her own job to do.