Falco_Tauvits
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BlueMan
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New topic, I'd invite many of the bar conversations to converge here. As it's getting scattered? Co-post from Falco Tauvits and Jake Ness ON: Ness held out his hand, "Jake Ness lagh'. Nice to meet you." The hand could have been for a handshake or help up. Tauvits decided to make the most of both, shaking his hand firmly as he clambered the final few feet to stand upright. "Captain Falco Tauvits, master of the SS Theseus, at your service," he declared, a little over-enthusiastically. "I can't say I've run into many humans serving in the Klingon Defence Force in my time. It's not the most common of occurences." He eyed Ness's armour evaluatingly. "Well, it's an interesting experience," Ness commented, "and at first you looked Andorian... but you don't seem to have any antannae." "Half-Andorian. My mother was... is... something... Andorian," Tauvits stumbled, alcohol impeding logic and grammar. "No antennae, but bluenes, for sure." "Ah, I see," Ness replied, "That's not the most common of occurances either." "Long, medical story behind it. I never learnt it all. I don't think I dared ask." Tauvits gave an exaggerated shrug which he clearly seemed to think was the height of skill in topic evasion. "Long, medical story behind it. I never learnt it all. I don't think I dared ask." Tauvits gave an exaggerated shrug which he clearly seemed to think was the height of skill in topic evasion. "Well," Ness said, knowing that Tauvits wanted to change the subject, "anyway, you are CO of the S.S. Theseus? What type of ship is that?" "B'Rel class. We do odds and ends for... people who needs things done." Tauvits' evasive eloquence was suffering from bloodwine, and he thus decided he'd need more, nodding towards the bar as he headed for a refill, gesturing for Ness to follow. "My own ship, my own crew. Good amount of liberty there. What about yourself? Where are you stationed?" "The I.K.S. meH'Haj," Ness answered, "a Negh'Var class ship. I am Chief of Operations. A big ship, so lots of things break in lots of places." Ness laughed. Tauvits chuckled. "Ah, so you're on Ta'pez HoD's ship. Good fellow." He got himself another tankard of bloodwine, and glanced at the other man. "You need a drink?" "It's good stuff. Packs quite a punch." Tauvits chugged heartily from his tankard when it arrived, full again. "I mean, this is only my... what, my fourth pint? I should be doing better than this. Still, saves time. And goes down very well with Racht and targ heart. Though I guess you're used to Klingon food." "I am still not used to it," Ness answered, "I brought along a Starfleet replicator just in case." "So what got you onto a Klingon ship? Seems... unorthodox." Tauvits was impressed his mouth still wrapped around such a multi-syllabic word. "I was 'interested in Klingon culture,'" Ness replied, "or at least that's my excuse." "As good an excuse as any, indeed." Tauvits took another hefty swig. OFF: <Open Tags>
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