#11 Diplomatic matters

Posted on Sat Jan 8th, 2022 @ 8:18am by Chief Warrant Officer Niraasha "Nira" Whisperwind

Mission: Kidnapped
Location: XO quarters
Timeline: current

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Sitting in her quarters Kelliza Kahn weighed the options from the past few hours. At warp one the Amandora would take a couple of days to reach this planet Glintok. That time would allow ship and crew to be completely ready for any confrontation. Liza sat in her recliner normally, both feet flat on the floor. Her left arm rested on the squared armrest, her right doing the same, but her fingers were wrapped around the base of a tumbler, full of Jameson's Irish whiskey. As she sipped her drink Kahn's mind ran through various angles on the current situation. Lifting her glass, eyes staring off across the living room, Kahn went to take a sip when her door chime sounded. It had been quiet, solemn, and then that chime sounded off like a bullhorn in her mind. The sudden audio caused her hand to flutter somewhat as she sipped, with Liza taking in a larger mouthful than she wanted. She sputtered and swallowed quickly as she rid her mouth of the fluid, some of which had dribbled down her chin and onto her uniform. "Shit!" She hissed, swiping away the offending liquid and flicking her hand off to the side after setting the drink down securely. Taking up the beverage, and remaining seated, Liza looked to the door. "Come in."

Bjorgo and Nira entered together, though the Puazi woman had a PADD in hand and was intent on reading from it. "Good evening, Captain. I hope we aren't interrupting," his eyes danced to the glass before coming back to her face. "Anything important."

"Just her booze-a-hol time," stated Nira, coming in without further ado and sitting down on the carpet at the coffee table, not unlike traditional Japanese. "Joking, Liza. Joking."

Kahn couldn't help but smile at her two closest friends. "It's alright, Nira. I needed the break from overthinking the problem. Please, Tore, make yourself comfortable. You know where the bar is."

Bjorgo gave her a knowing smirk. "As if booze would have any affect on me. Well, not that weak crap you drink." He went and sat next to Nira, on the sofa, after getting himself a large mug of Raktajino, which he drank for the taste. Klingon coffee actually afforded enough flavor to be worth drinking. "Do you have any kali-fal, perhaps?"

"Afraid not," answered Liza. "Fresh out. I was due to bring a few cases aboard when we hit port, then this shit show started."

"Does that mean it stinks?" Asked Nira, her own mirthful, mischievous grin showing that she was being playful in return.

Kahn couldn't help but give a light laugh. "Like a targ pit."

"So, what do we do?" Asked Bjorgo. "Where we are headed may, or may not be, where the enemy ship went. It could be meant to throw us off their scent."

"My thoughts exactly." Liza agreed. "However, it is a lead we need to pursue. I have already contacted Starfleet Command and the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps, on this. It is my recommendation that Klavor's membership be temporarily rescinded until a full diplomatic investigation can be completed. This Republic Gaurd has a beef with Klavor, that much is apparent. If the supposed royalty and nobility of Klavor screwed their own people over for a percentage then it is our duty to correct that oversight. I don't know about you two but I am sick and tired of hearing how the Commodore is a princess, and this person is a duchess, and that person is the third cousin of some unknown noble asshat, so on and so forth."

"It can be irritating," added Tore. "Nothing worse than people who didn't earn their titles, but got them simply due to birthright."

"With my people, what you do not earn you do not get." Added Nira. "It is way with Ikran. One must earn the right to ride Ikran, or Ikran will kill them."

"Ikran?" Asked Liza, her face quizzical.

Giving a chuckle Bjorgo answered. "A flying beast on Pauza. Beautiful creatures, not unlike small dragons, and come in a multitude of colors. And, highly intelligent. The Puazi bond with them, only one, for life. If the beast does not bond with you it will then try to kill you, so as never to be ridden by you."

"Ah." Liza had a sudden flash in her mind of Nira mounted on some large reptile while flying at her enemies with bow in hand. She shook it off. "Sounds like a few of my past relationships." That garnered a grin from her two guests. "Anyway, I think it's time to collect our Klavor crew members and have an interview. I'm sure, in their eyes, they've done absolutely nothing wrong. It is said that history is written by the victor. There may be some wrongs that need to be addressed in order to settle this dispute and end this situation. I'm going to catch a nap so, you two need to get out there and do what you can to assist. And, Nira, you are now Starfleet, and can't go running off without express permission. Capiche?"

"Ka-peesh?" Nira looked confuzzled.

Bjorgo gave another chuckle. Once again, a badass Puazi warrior who can act so childlike at times. "It means; do you understand."

"Seh seh." Nira gave a nod, gathered herself and then headed for the door. "I be in my pool."

"I'll join you," offered Bjorgo with a wide grin.

"Neh neh. No nook-nook, time to work." The lavender tush walked out and the door closed, leaving the other two standing there in a moment of silence.

Liza spoke first, her head tilted as she wore a mirthful, sarcastic expression. "Nook-nook? Have you two been, ya know, intimate?"

"I called it nookie once, and now she calls it nook-nook." Tore chuckled. "And, yes, if you must know I've been studying Puazi sexuality." He gave her a knowing look, his face also full of mirth even as he played at trying to hide it. "Completely professional, of course."

"Oh, of course, Doctor." Kahn shook her head cynically. "Get out, I need a nap."

Bjorgo gave a chuckle and headed for the door. "Aye, Captain." He exited.

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