Falco_Tauvits
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Tauvits: Me? He sipped his whiskey again, gaining time to just, for his own peace of mind, re-formulate the proper tale in his head. Tauvits: Well, I used to be in Starfleet, I make no secret of that. Had a little bit of a disagreement with the head honchos, mind. Considering they're a group of cowardly wretches who are more interested in looking after their own worthless political hides than dealing with real dangers and retaliating to show attacks within the Federation are unacceptable. He threw back the next glass of whiskey, feeling the faint tingling in his mind which usually happened when he immersed himself completely in the role of disgruntled former fed. Playing the part wasn't hard, but sustaining it for extended periods of time left him feeling like a completely different person inside and out. He wasn't sure how that would work with whiskey to aid it. Tauvits: Since then, well, I've had a few encounters with some pirates myself. Kind of the reason I got kicked out. So I took one of their ships from them, a rather nice B'Rel class. Gathered myself a crew, and these days we've just been hanging around independent space doing... you know... odd-jobs. He left his ending intentionally vague. Declaring to be a merc wasn't always the best of ideas, and if nothing else the Theseus had yet to officially do anything illegal. Granted, they were on their way right now to steal a prototype, but until now, the worst thing they'd done was trigger a firefight in Jaressi Centre and aid in Beckett jumping bail. Well, unless Milok had done something ELSE they'd need to get on damage control for. Tauvits: But you know the B'Rel class... it's been months of updating the systems, getting her running smoothly again. The pirates took no care of her, so I've been hiring engineers from Earth to Bajor to help fix her up. It's mad. He glanced up, at that point seeing a familiar face in the crowd, and lifted a hand to wave neatly in its direction. Tauvits: Loj! There's a seat over here, you great lug! A year ago, it had been Loj who'd been the one to notice that Tauvits did not entirely seem himself, more worn, tired, and haunted. And although Tauvits could not evaluate quite as precisely what was different about Loj, extra burdens on shoulders were visible to him, even as he nudged out an extra chair for the other half-Klingon. Tauvits: You look like you could do with a whiskey, old friend. *gesturing to S'ol* This here's S'ol, one of K'Hare's students, so be careful or he'll probably start cross-examining us on our own senses of honour or human mating habits. *grinning amiably* S'ol, this is Loj, a friend of mine from previous tournaments. He's actually assigned to here, Xavier, so I guess he's got an easier time of dealing with the upheaval than most. Falco moved to pour Loj a glass of whiskey. Anyone else, and he'd actually have to go to the bar. Then they could get themselves a fresh bottle. Tauvits: So, what's up with you these days, mate? <Tags to Loj and S'ol>
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