[T20] High Law and low justice

[Douane]

Zaedharrg doesn’t know either Vyrkris or Kulsaegh, and while Kulsaegh is pretty busy with her duties, Vyrkris is quite pretty, and more than willing to talk. She seems to hang out with an Aslan female or a Luriani male quite a bit of the time. Any significant conversation with her, at least at first, is likely going to have to include one of them.

Since an Aslan is considerable more "exotic" around these parts than a Luriani, Zaedhrarrg will "ambush" Vyrkis and her friend during mealtime. [probably on the second day] Unencumbered by virtually any real knowledge of Aslan customs, Zaedhrarrg intends to make a good first impression by greeting Ktarlewaweikye in Trokh, dredging up every piece of the language he's ever heard and relying on his intuition in linguistic matters to make up for the holes in his knowledge.


After approaching their table and properly greeting Vyrkis with "Hello, Vyrkis. Hope all is well. So this is your friend? Don't worry, I'll be really polite and not too forward!", Zaedhrarrg will balance his tray on one of his paws and do, with grand flourish, a sweeping bow:

[Trokh]"Greetings, my lady! I'm Zaedhrarrg of the Vargr, forever at your service. Might I be so bold to inquire how it came about for Milady to grace this journey with her presence?"



[OoC: Linguist roll was a total of 24. Wonder what came across! ]

 

[doghead]

Eduardo buys the first round of drinks, and the two of men [possibly three, if Tomas comes] talk for a while, until Eduardo sighs and says, "Amigos, in my experience, Pazak winnings turn to dust by morning, so no use keeping them. Luego." With a smile and a slight bow of the head, he walks over to the casino area (Starboard of the bar) and sits down at a poker game.

Saanath wishes Eduardo luck, and sits watching the crowd. The vodka goes down easily, and soon he is considering an empty glass. A couple of whiskys, one vodka ... OK, one more then I'm done for the day.

Most of the bar's clientele is Luriani, as are the barkeep and the servers. There's a older looking aslan in the corner wearing a security officer's uniform, watching the place. Saanath overhear one luriani complaining to a group of his friends about getting stuck in a room with two vargr and how now all his stuff is going to stink of [urine].

Saanath gets up and heads for the bar. On impulse, he deviates slightly bringing him up to the table with the group of Luriani.

"Adult daipers. My grandfather swore by them. Perhaps your friend could give them a try."

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Adult daipers. My grandfather swore by them. Perhaps your friend could give them a try."

The Luriani who made the comment looks up at Saanath, narrows his eyes a little, and responds, "I could pass them on. You give me a few of yours, and I'll see if my roommates can figure out to get them to fit around their tails. Piss off."

 

[doghead]

Saanath shrugs and heads off to the bar.

You idiot. You misheard what he said and he got you good. Doesn't stop him from being a pig ignorant ******, though. But next time, you really ought to put you brain in gear before your mouth.

Could have sworn he said that his friend ... .

"Yeah, a vodka on ice. Double."

Don't know why you are grinning like an idiot. You lost the first round.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye smiles at the Vargr, feeling rather at ease in the company of her roommate. "I am Ktarlewaweikye Os Tehlayew Olui," she replies in Trokh. "It's very nice to meet you. Ehh, you can call me Ktarle." In deference to Vyrkris, she continues in Galanglic. "I am here probably for the same reason as you--I had nothing in mind, so I entered the lottery and got in. I am a medical doctor, specializing in Aslan genetics, but I am highly skilled in practical medicine of my people and of the Vargr. So, if you need a healer, I'm your woman." She is mildly surprised at her loquaciousness, and glances down at her empty glass. She isn't quite sure what was in it, having never heard of it but taking Vyrkris's word, and obviously it was having an effect. "And what are you here for, my good sir?" She sweeps a generous arm toward an empty seat at the table. "Please be seated. This is my roommate, Vyrkris, but it appears as though you are already aquainted." She looks up at him and smiles expectantly.

 

[Tonguez]

For the tiniest of moments, Zaedhrarrg's ears flatten against his skull before they "pop" up again as he recalls someting from his past.

"Yeah, sure, if the engines run on fumes of booze, smoke and the sound of snoring. So you are an engineer?"


* 'Tonas Nakae' Hmmm, they are all nice and that, but adopting some proper naming conventions wouldn't really hurt, would it? *

"Haha!" Tomas laughs heartily at Zaedhrarrg's implied description of engineers "obviously you've met a few engineers then" he grins - of course making sure not to show any teeth -
"you know it can get boring on those long hauls when the engineers are that good! Yep I was technical crew in the Navy, did hull work, a bit of piloting and Astronav when I had too, but my first love was engines.

Anyway whats a scout doing on a passenger ship going to Dukh?"

(ooc For continuities sake I'll forgo the bar visit with Eduardo and Sanaath and say I went to sleep instead)

 

[doghead]

Saanath streatches out with a groan. Enough trouble for one day, I think.. With that he heads back to the cabin and to bed.

 

[Douane]

Ktarlewaweikye smiles at the Vargr, feeling rather at ease in the company of her roommate. "I am Ktarlewaweikye Os Tehlayew Olui," she replies in Trokh. "It's very nice to meet you. Ehh, you can call me Ktarle." In deference to Vyrkris, she continues in Galanglic. "I am here probably for the same reason as you--I had nothing in mind, so I entered the lottery and got in. I am a medical doctor, specializing in Aslan genetics, but I am highly skilled in practical medicine of my people and of the Vargr. So, if you need a healer, I'm your woman." She is mildly surprised at her loquaciousness, and glances down at her empty glass. She isn't quite sure what was in it, having never heard of it but taking Vyrkris's word, and obviously it was having an effect. "And what are you here for, my good sir?" She sweeps a generous arm toward an empty seat at the table. "Please be seated. This is my roommate, Vyrkris, but it appears as though you are already aquainted." She looks up at him and smiles expectantly.

"Errr ..."

* You are so dead, Old Man, so dead! I gonna kick your butt all over the spaceport next time we meet. *

[embarrassed Vargr grin]

"Pleased to meet you, too, Ketarle. Umm, sorry for that. Seems that few non-Vargr names confirm to the established patters of Aarghoun. I will try to do better in the future. Oh, and my apology for the entrance. Guess I was somehow misinformed about proper Aslan greeting ceremonies." * Die, Jo, die! *


Sliding himself onto one of the empty seats, Zaedhrarrg slowly regains his confidence.


"So you are a medic? Your abilities will probably come into use somewhere on this journey, as something always happens during these. Myself I'm a pilot," glancing at his jacket, "not that it isn't obvious. But somehow I guess they won't let me at the wheel of this tub.
And as my linguistic abilities seem to fail in regard to 'business-speak' and the IISS wasn't exactly an institute of higher learning, I haven't much in common to chat about with most people around here.
Besides, I was really surprised to meet Vyrkris here. I'm kinda used meeting someone of my species only once every few years. Guess the lonely scout life doesn't really appeal to them.

Oh, Vyrkris, can you believe this? I just heard that quite a few Vargr are serving in the imperial Navy. Sounds unbelievable, doesn't it? Vargr respecting ranks over charisma!"

 

[Wilphe]

Evening:

Ruzz'koff is in the bar, nursing a rather excellent half-bottle of Pinot-Gris imported from the extents and keeping half an ear on events. <I have to stink the place out with #### do I?> he looks at his glass, <Why didn't he say earlier? If I'd known he was expecting me to do that I'd have had beer. Anyway, it'd mask the smell of fish>

He takes care to give a cursory nod, and just a slight knowing smile to Saanath as he passes on his way to bed.

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Next day:

(He is rooming with Zaedhrarrg, so I'll presume he is at least in ear shot)

"Oh, Vyrkris, can you believe this? I just heard that quite a few Vargr are serving in the imperial Navy. Sounds unbelievable, doesn't it? Vargr respecting ranks over charisma!"

"If I may interject, you don't obey the uniform, you obey the person inside it. It just so happens that Imperial officers are largely capable, competent and competent hence their charisma is strong, nothing odd about that at all."

 

[Douane]

"Haha!" Tomas laughs heartily at Zaedhrarrg's implied description of engineers "obviously you've met a few engineers then" he grins - of course making sure not to show any teeth -
"you know it can get boring on those long hauls when the engineers are that good! Yep I was technical crew in the Navy, did hull work, a bit of piloting and Astronav when I had too, but my first love was engines.

Anyway whats a scout doing on a passenger ship going to Dukh?"

"Well, not really, but I've met ground crews.
Remember that us Scouts have to be a bit of everything, so we don't really have an intense rivalry between branches. Unless, of course, in regard to the most dreaded of all, the paper-pushers. [Shudder] Come to think of it, we don't really have branches, umm ..., nevermind. But I’ve been told that such thing is a given in most military services, though I don't really understand why.

Anyway, no need to continue that feud, eh?

Still, I've to admit that, while I certainly appreciate a fine-working converter/engine - and who doesn't -, I can't imagine hanging it around the whole time, I mean it doesn't move and nothing, so it would be just ... gargh! [Flexes paws in frustration] Well, kinda boring. Sorry, but it just seems that I'm a moving man, err .. Vargr, that is. Hmm, better let sleeping dogs lie! Umm ..., stupid metapher, isnt it?

So, where were we? Ah, yes!

Everything becomes boring someday, doesn't it? Even the IISS, though it's kinda surprising for most. So I was searching for something new, and interesting of course, and thought 'Why not?'. I mean, good pilots are always needed and this Council should be no exception. Still, I wish they would let me on the bridge, just to check, of course. But all I get is some mumbling about security measures because of recent terrorism activities. As if a scout would ever participate in such thing!

But, hey, what about you?"