The BortaS.   Posted by Capt. Delilah Samson.Group: 0
Ambassador Worf
 NPC, 2 posts
 Klingon male
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 23:26
The BortaS
Worf smiles at the group. "Relax. We'll be starting with something which should be palatable. Luckily, Lt. Rai is not with us. As a strict vegan, she would be unable to partake of most Klingon foodstuffs. To begin with, we'll begin with bIreQtagh [bregit lung] with ghraPotlh sauce [grapok sauce is a thick brown molasses-like gravy], followed by stewed HIlm'kach [zilm'kach is a type of fruit], washed down with raktajino [Klingon coffee]. To be certain, we're using the equivalents eaten by the BortaSngan rather than the real thing."

When the food arrives, the bregit lung turns out not to be lungs at all, but a roasted, somewhat gamy meat. The grapok sauce is very spicy, like a sticky garlic/jalapeño sauce. The zilm'kach is a small fruit like an apricot with a large pit and is very sweet. Raktajino is of course familiar to the Starfleet officers, like a super-caffeinated espresso.

The rest of the afternoon is spent on lectures and role-playing life in the HuSnang province.

The evening meal is pach pIpyuS [pipius claw], which looks like a chicken foot, but is actually more like a crab's leg with a flavour almost but not quite completely unlike chicken. It is served with gla'DSt [gladst] a vegetable sort of like a dark purple aloe vera but tastes and smells like boiled cabbage, served with grapok sauce on the side. Again, it is served with raktajino and followed by stewed zilm'kach in a bloodwine syrup.

After dinner, the group is put through a two-hour session of Klingon calisthenics, at which the diminutive Talja excels. This, on top of the heavy meal (Klingons do not seem to have the concept of a light supper) make half of the group feel queasy. They are then given a further download of files to read before bedtime, when Dr. Adonidas applies a neural stimulator pad to each person's temples for the hypnogogic language lesson.

In the morning, the group wake up with what feels like a hangover—enen those who do not normally suffer from hangovers—and Tony feels like someone has taken a spiked mace to his sore ribs. Everyone except Talja is stiff and sore from the workout of the previous evening.

Breakfast is zilm'kach with coarse toasted jInjoq bread and more raktajino&Klingons seem to be caffeine junkies.

The morning is taken up by clothing fitting and instructions on how to apply the disguises, consisting mostly of skin and hair dyes. They are advised that the dyes are long-lasting unless removed with a specific cocktail of chemicals. This is followed by the same routine as the day before, as well as pop quizzes of bontaSngan history and customs. As Jon had predicted, speaking tlhIngan Hubbeq—the only language they are permitted to use, under penalty of the oy-naq, which feels like touching an electric fence—gives him a sore throat. Dr. KeH'lef recommends gargling with bloodwine, which numbs the pain.

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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 56 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Sat 23 Jun 2018
at 13:25
The BortaS
In reply to Ambassador Worf (msg # 19):

After their first exposure to Klingon foods, Jon is feeling somewhat relieved.

"I don't usually go for strange foods," he says to the others, "but this Klingon stuff, it’s not bad."

In fact, by the time they get to the morning's clothes fitting, Jon is beginning to enjoy himself. It's hard work, yes, but it is interesting, and being wired on caffeine is keeping him alert. The clothes fitting reminds him of the times he'd play dress up with his brother and sister as a kid. In the back of his mind there is a niggling feeling that he is not taking this as seriously as he should, but a few sips and a gargle of blood wine pushes those thoughts away.

After the clothes fitting he barks out "I'm hungry! What's for lunch?" in his best tlhIngan Hubbeq. His dialect is not perfect but is coming along.
Relic GM
 GM, 637 posts
Mon 25 Jun 2018
at 20:14
The BortaS
SD 53125.28, 0700 hours, February 10, 2376, Main Holodeck, Freeman's Island

The second and final full day of mission training dawns, and everyone has adjusted to the hypnogogic training, so none of them have headaches. Everyone arrives a few minutes early to avoid another taste of the oy-naq.

After breakfast, which consists of a fried greenish lizard egg with a side of zilm'kach segments and a mug of baHghol [bahgol, warm tea-like beverage with a spicy, earthy flavour], Worf starts the day with a round of calisthenics.

Next, the team undergoes a language exam which everyone passes with adequate scores. Worf is satisfied, though he remarks that "It is fortunate that inhabitants of the HuSnang province are uncommon as it is some 10,000 qelI'qams [kellicam, a Klingon unit of distance equal to approximate 2000 metres] distant. Lts. Sloane, Clare and Gröen, your accents are very good. Lt. Gazzo, you will need to watch your gutterals. Your Q sounds too much like q and you need to vocalise your gh further back in the throat. Otherwise, you can pass."

Tony, surprised that this shortcoming did not earn a touch of the pain stick, snaps "lu'qaH!", as there is no equivalent to thank you in any Klingon dialect.

The remainder of the day is taken up by a familiarisation with village life in HuSnang province. After a final meal of targh tIq [heart of targ, roasted animal heart on a bed of greens] washed down by mugs of a Klingon ale called warnogh [warnog] and finished by a toast to Kahless with Klingon bloodwine.

After being dismissed the team heads off to Sickbay for minor cosmetic surgery to apply various callouses and scars so that they look the part physically and have subcutaneous transponders implanted. That night they receive a last language session.
Relic GM
 GM, 638 posts
Mon 25 Jun 2018
at 21:40
The BortaS
[Each character may now list Language: TlhIngan Hubbeq 2 on their character sheet]

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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 57 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 11:58
The BortaS
In reply to Relic GM (msg # 21):

[OC: I presume it is now the morning we leave on the mission, and there is a final briefing session.]

Jon awakes in the morning feeling really good about the mission. He has mastered the language and likes the food (at least what has been served so far). All his previous anxieties are gone, and he is looking forward to getting started.

"What's the timetable for today? I am ready to go!" he states as he enters the morning briefing session.
Relic GM
 GM, 639 posts
Thu 28 Jun 2018
at 19:44
The BortaS
SD 53128.13, 0800 hours, February 11, 2376, Main Hanger Deck, Freeman's Island

The team meets up with Emissary Klaang, Dr. KeH'lef and Ambassador Worf.  Klaang and Worf are in full regalia, while Argent and Nivran are dressed in battledress and carry PEWS [Personal Energy Weapons Shields] and Type IIIA Compression Phaser rifles. Argent looks uncomfortable in the battledress, being a science officer. They both carry tricorders, a science model for Argent and a security model for Argent. Klaang and KeH'lef openly carry bat'leths and Worf carries his usual mek'leth.

The Thames lifts off, flanked by the USS Seine, under Lt. George Talbot. Without further ado, they head toward the BortaS's crash site and the city built up around it. Klaang and KeH'lef sit in the lounge behind the cockpit, going over the administrivia of the mission, while Worf is in the cockpit with Zed, Nivran and Argent, while Jon, Tony and Talja prepare their gear in the lower module.

After four hours, the Thames lands in a field outside the walls of BortaS City. A large unit of SuvwI' are awaiting them. Jon can see the sunlight glinting off their armour and weapons. The sight sends a chill up his spine until he realises it's an honour guard for the Emissary and the Federation Ambassador.


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Lt Zedrick Sloane
 player, 94 posts
 Centauran Lieutenant
 Flight Control
Fri 29 Jun 2018
at 15:29
The BortaS
In reply to Relic GM (msg # 24):

OOC I would assume we are in clothing similar to the BortaS survivors and similarly equipped with a conceal weapon. Do we have subcontinious transponders. Not sure if we have packs with hidden components or not.

Sloane is looking forward to the mission and tries to do 100% of his communication with the rest of his team in TlhIngan Hubbeq. Turning to them he says “This point forward only Klingon. Keep your eyes open, be aware of your surroundings at all times.”
Ambassador Worf
 NPC, 3 posts
 Klingon male
Sat 30 Jun 2018
at 02:15
The BortaS
[OOC: You are in BortaSngan garb and in full klingon makeup. As discussed, the makeup can only be removed with a solvent bath which will be administered on return to Freeman's Island. You all have dk'taghs with built-in Type I Phasers keyed to your DNA signature.]

Worf, Klaang, KeH'lef and the two feline Starfleet officers step out the hatch in the lower module. The undercover Starfleet officers remain on the upper level until the Klingon honour guard escort the diplomatic party through the city gates, then lift off vertically until they've cleared atmosphere. Zed sets the Thames's to station-keeping alongside the Seine. Lt. (jg) Sonam, a Vulcan microbiologist, beams over to monitor the undercover team's vital signs via the link in the subcutaneous transponders and await their beam-up signals, activated by firm fingertip pressure on the transponder injection site in the mastoid bone behind the right ear. Sonam can talk to the team through a tiny speaker in the transponder, but the team cannot transmit.

As the team materialises, Sonam says, "Com check, please." This is a prearranged signal intended to fool any listeners using the BortaS's communications array, which Nivran will acknowledge. It is also the signal for the team to press their implants in a final test. As they do so, Sonam replies, "Acknowledged, away team." If he hadn't received their signals, he would have only acknowledged Lt. Nivran.

Cdr. K'Pok steps forward and greets the team, "Welcome to veng BortaS [BortaS City], Lieutenants." He gestures to a female Klingon seated at a rough wooden table with a stein of warnog. "This is my XO, Cdr. Vaughn, cover named J'ovinn, daughter of Zessij. I assume you all have cover identities?"

[Zed and Jon, you can make up Klingon names for yourselves]
Talja replies, "Atsash of the House of Goral, Commander." and Tony says, "J'koq, son of Mraz, sir!"

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Lt Zedrick Sloane
 player, 95 posts
 Centauran Lieutenant
 Flight Control
Wed 4 Jul 2018
at 01:52
The BortaS
In reply to Ambassador Worf (msg # 26):

“VanolS, son of N’reB“ Zed replies watching to make sure everyone does the proper greetings.

“Are we expecting any major problems Cdr.K’Pok“ as he eyes up the warnog. Figuring he needs to be comfortable around them.
Cdr. K'Pok
 NPC, 1 post
 Klingon male
 Starfleet Intel
Sun 8 Jul 2018
at 02:39
The BortaS
K'Pok replies, "Kai, [Good! in tlhIngan Hubbeq] Lt. Clare, your name?" he snaps impatiently.

Jon has flashbacks to Worf and the pain-stick. Cdr.Vaughn—J'ovinn— looks on impassively. Talja and Tony—Atsash and J'Koq— look at Jon expectantly,wondering what name he has chosen.

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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 58 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Wed 11 Jul 2018
at 13:50
The BortaS
In reply to Cdr. K'Pok (msg # 28):

"J'dik, son of Shacx, sir!" Jon snaps back, standing at attention. "We await your instructions!"
Cdr. K'Pok
 NPC, 2 posts
 Klingon male
 Starfleet Intel
Thu 12 Jul 2018
at 03:16
The BortaS
"Kai! Very good! Now, our company is complete and we may proceed. As you have been made aware,our mission is to ferret out the source of the resistance movement to the overarching project undertaken by both the Empire and the Federation to cure the BortaSngan of the effects of the Augment virus. Now,it may just be a case of stubborn racial pride or distrst of the Federation who were of course deadly enemies to the Empire eighty DIS ago,or it may be some form of outside interference by unknown entities," responds K'Pok.

"Now, be seated. We have much to go over. J'ovinn, you may begin."
Cdr. Vaughn stands and opens a cabinet on one wall, revealing a viewscreen. Something about the woman seems familiar to Jon and Zed. She touches a control pad and the screen lights up. "These are some persons of interest in veng bortaS," she begins without preamble. "First up, we have HoD tlhongzana [Captain Lord Klong], current hereditary captain of IKV bortaS and zan veng bortaS [lord], 36 years or 22 DIS of age; la' tlhreS [Cdr. Kresh], also 22 DIS old; and Dahar pIn'a' qolor [Dahar Master Qolor] - tactical officer from original BortaS, 93 DIS or 144 years old and now high priest of Q'naS'aqar [K'nash'akar—literally, The One Who Does Not Care, an alternate name for DurgaH (Durgath), the giver and taker of life, god of war]."


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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 59 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Sat 14 Jul 2018
at 13:53
The BortaS
In reply to Cdr. K'Pok (msg # 30):

Jon takes a long hard look at Cdr. Vaughn, trying to remember where he has seen her before.

"Are these persons of interest because of specific suspicious behaviour?" Asks Jon. "Or is it just because of their influential positions?"
Cdr. Samantha Vaughn
 NPC, 1 post
 Human Commander
 Starfleet Intelligence
Sat 14 Jul 2018
at 20:46
The BortaS
"Mostly due to their positions, but none of them can be ruled out. Klingons are always interested in their own personal honour and prestige. Excepting the gods, of course, although the Dahar Master claims to speak for them," she comments wryly.
Lt Zedrick Sloane
 player, 96 posts
 Centauran Lieutenant
 Flight Control
Sat 14 Jul 2018
at 21:03
The BortaS
In reply to Cdr. Samantha Vaughn (msg # 32):

“Was there anything out of the ordinary in the rise to power of the Captain or Commander? Knowing how long the BortaS has been here they must be 2nd generation, possibly eldest of eldest of eldest of 3rd generation.   I would have thought the captain would have been older.“ As he looks around the room and also tries to place Cdr. Vaughn.

“Also is 93DIS long life or does it happen?“
Cdr. K'Pok
 NPC, 3 posts
 Klingon male
 Starfleet Intel
Sat 14 Jul 2018
at 23:55
The BortaS
"Doesn't seem to be anything odd, and as for Qolor's age, he's quite old—one hundred and forty-four standard years—but Klingons remain vital well into old age. For instance, Dahar Master Kor was one hundred DIS when he went to Sto-vo-kor, and only at the end did he go into a mental decline, but still died in battle against the Jem'Hadar," replies K'Pok. "He even gained General Martok's respect at the end.

"Dahar Master is the title given to the best Klingon warriors. These warriors are considered to have attained legendary status. Dahar Masters are respected by all, and the tales of their exploits are often repeated in stories, songs, and operas. Tactical officer Sogh [Lieutenant] Qolor was awarded the title of DaHar Master by HoD Qor'tathl, the original captain of the IKV BortaS after quelling a mutiny some years after the crash-landing. Qolor defeated the chief mutineer in single combat, armed with only a levek [Hubbeq for dk'tagh] against a bat'leth. Qolor had previously destroyed three Romulan Birds-of-Prey during their exfiltration from the Star Empire after seizing the Vulcan Tokath, so Qor'tathl already held him in high esteem.

"However, his title of DaHar Master is somewhat irregular, never having been ratified, so it is possible—repeat: only possible— that Qolor fears losing status. Alternatively, Klong may likewise fear loss of the absolute power he wields among the BortaSngan, or Kresh may be planning a takeover. We don't know. We'll be mingling among the city's populace to feel things out and if possible contact and infiltrate the conspiracy."

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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 60 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Fri 20 Jul 2018
at 10:53
The BortaS
In reply to Cdr. K'Pok (msg # 34):

"Are there any influential people among the general populace we should seek out?" Jon asks, looking for a place to start. "Somebody that we can, in our assumed positions, more easily come in contact with?"
Cdr. K'Pok
 NPC, 4 posts
 Klingon male
 Starfleet Intel
Sun 22 Jul 2018
at 02:11
The BortaS
K'Pok replies, "Well, zan [mister] J'dik, we have a meeting to go to this eventide at the Khest'sliv [Slow Death], a vis'lkah [grog] house in the lower quarter, where the komerex the'Durgath [Empire of the House of Durgath]—a fundamentalist sect of worship and a known resistance cell—meets.

"It's one reason I mentioned the Dahar Master, since he's high priest of one of Durgath's avatars."

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Cdr. Samantha Vaughn
 NPC, 2 posts
 Human Commander
 Starfleet Intelligence
Mon 23 Jul 2018
at 00:47
The BortaS
Cdr. Vaughn notes, "You're using an anomalous dialect, Lieutenants. TlhIngan Hubbeq is a modified version of Klingonaase [Klingonese], used in the IKS, which has been heavily influenced by tlhIngan Hol. It's not a real problem in the short run, since you're hicks from the sticks, but we'll run a refresher course of your hypnogogic training over the next two nights."
Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 61 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Fri 27 Jul 2018
at 13:00
The BortaS
In reply to Cdr. Samantha Vaughn (msg # 37):

"Refresher course?!" Jon snaps out angrily. "We just finished our training. Why wasn't it done correctly the first time?"

Jon is wary of having to endure another round of hynogogic hangovers. He takes a deep breath to recenter himself.

"Does this also mean, sir," he adds more calmly, "that we won't be starting the core of our mission for another 2 nights?"
Cdr. Samantha Vaughn
 NPC, 3 posts
 Human Commander
 Starfleet Intelligence
Sat 28 Jul 2018
at 00:16
The BortaS
Vaughn rolls her eyes and snarls in English, "Some peckerhead at HQ fucked the dog. They ass-umed that the BortaSngan are physiologically identical to the citizens of the Imperial Klingon State, they must be culturally and linguistically identical as well. I smell Worf's hand in this—he's biologically Klingon, but was raised in the Federation. You'll note he has an idealised notion of bathl [honour], which is quite at odds to reality. He's only Ambassador because he put Martok in office and is bosom buddies with Kahless the clone. He was a bang-up Tactical Officer, but puts way too much faith in what Picard taught him about diplomacy. Bloody ivory tower dilettante!" she finishes, referring to Picard.

"G'daya [goddamn it!], Jo'vinn!" K'Pok snaps. "Klingonaase only! She's right, though. Some khestat [absolutely fucking worthless piece of shit] diplomat screwed up, but not fatally. You caught it in time, Jo'vinn. That's what counts. Since the War ended, everything's been totally shaken up. Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die... Tennyson should have been a Klingon," he muses.

"Still," interjects Vaughn, "We've got that gagny [damned] meeting tonight. We'll just have to hesta [do by force of will] on!"

She opens a chest against the wall and takes out a small case. Placing it on the table, she presses he left thumb against a concealed bioscan pad and the lid pops open, revealing a selection of cheap jewelry.

"Here, each of you take one of these. They're universal translators which will feed directly to your mastoid implants. We'd hoped not to have to use anything like this in case the resistance is receiving outside help with modern technology, but they've only got a range of less than a metre. They'll do until the refresher takes effect. You're all pretty smart, so you'll be able to pick up the local vocabulary on the fly—I hope. Wear them around your necks." She passes each officer a pendant.
Cdr. K'Pok
 NPC, 5 posts
 Klingon male
 Starfleet Intel
Mon 30 Jul 2018
at 04:00
The BortaS
A few hours later, more briefings on specific aspects of their mission completed, Cdr. K'Pok leads the team out into the agora, the central marketplace. There, they are assaulted almost physically, by unfamiliar scents and the babble of hundreds of vendors and customers. Armed and armoured guards lurk in the shadows, a visible presence to quell any disturbances. The clothing of passers-by is a riot of colour, almost psychedelic in its overall effect. In the central plaza, a pair of thieves stand in stocks, miserable not only from the public dishonour but from the odd piece of rotten fruit thrown by taunting onlookers.

As the daylight begins to fade due to the polarisation of the upper atmosphere, torches are lit along the winding streets of veng BortaS, lending a dim series of yellowish flickering light. The central Dyson star becomes as sallow as a full moon, bluish in colour against a sooty sky. The people in the agora carry on business just as if night had fallen on a planetary surface. Having grabbed the local version of street food at a stall.

"Come!" urges K'Pok, "We must hurry—it's just about time for the meeting." He leads the team down a dark alley-way to a nondescript door and raps three times. A sliding panel about the size of a small PADD opens, revealing a head silhouetted against a dim red light. K'Pok says conspiratorially, "The watchword is 'Kahlesste kaase' [Kahless's hand]," and the panel slides shut. The noise of a bolt being drawn presages the opening of the door.

A robed male Klingon ushers them in with a hushed "Kai kassai [Hail]," and the group enters a downward-sloping tunnel. An incense similar to Earth's dragon's blood resin, redolent of hot iron, fills their nostils. After about twenty metres, they come to an iron-bound door of dark weathered planks flanked by two torches and K'Pok knocks three times, then two ant three again. a bolt is drawn and the door opens on a scene out of Hieronymous Bosch. They are in a vast vaulted-arched chamber lit by torches and braziers in which the incense is burning. A few dozen Klingons of both genders mill about chatting quietly and reverently. In front of the small crowd is a low stone platform with long reddish tapestries displaying the Imperial trefoil in bright colours. The central disc is an ochre gold while the three points are black, red and green.

A deep voice rings out, "ChegHchu djajVam djajKak [It is a good day to die]!" and the trefoil on the tapestry splits in two revealing a tall, long-haired Klingon with light skin dressed in ceremonial robes. "I am the Durgathte kaase [Hand of Durgath]. Kai Durgath [Hail Durgath]!"

The assembled crowd raises their fists and shout, "Kai Durgath!"

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Relic GM
 GM, 640 posts
Sun 5 Aug 2018
at 02:33
The BortaS
The Durgathte kaase throws a small pile of dark red crystals onto a brazier and a cloud of the 'aDanjI' incense rises into the air. "The Imperials wish to alter our genetic structure with a vaccine. We are Klingon! There is no reason to submit to this genetic engineering. We are Klingons! We worship the old gods. They are apostates, and we must return to KlinzhaiQo'noS in their barbaric tongue—and bring the word of Durgath, the giver and taker of life and Cymele, goddess of the hearth; of Kar-tela, goddess of fate and Kohl, patron of medicine; of Tuq'mor, mother of all curses and of Consar, the muse of music! They say Kortar slew the old gods save for the Fek'lhr guardian of Grethor, the underworld. Blasphemy, I say!" he says, his deep voice rumbling in a crescendo which has the worshipers in this Klingon Mithraium yelling, "Kai kassai!" and waving their leveks [dk'taghs] in the air.

"They say Kahless the Unforgettable is back from Sto-vo-kor! We must reawaken the belief in the Klingon gods in his heart so that he may restore the true glory of the Empire! Like his namesake Kahless epetai-Riskadh, we must bind his hand to the tiller of the Komerex Klingon [Klingon Empire] so that he may guide it to its destiny! Kahlesste kaase! Kai kassai! Kai Kahless! So may it be!"

By the end of his speech, his face is red, sweat rolls down his brow and the crowd is going wild. "I am told there is peace with the Komerex Federazhon [Federation Empire]," he says, provoking a number of catcalls and the equivalent of booing. He raises his hand. "Enough!" he thunders. "The Federazhon has always been a brave and worthy adversary and will make an ally befitting the Empire! Together, we will resist the pathetic, mewling Romulans and crush them beneath our heel. We will defeat the Kinshaya demons! We will send them all to Kragyr [Hell] to be tormented by the Fek'lhr and his Jat'linn [spirits who torment the dishonoured dead] Kai! Kai kassai!"

The Durgathte kaase steps off the dais and strides to the centre of the vaulted cavern and approaches a cauldron of teaming mulled bloodwine and grabs a stein, plunging it into the fuming red liquid. "Kai kassai!" he growls and knock back the entire stein, bloodwine trickling down his goatee. "Drink, my brethren, drink!" he yells, tossing his stein into the crowd and passing others to the assembled, cheering Klingon men and women.

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Lt (jg) Jonathan Clare
 player, 62 posts
 Human male
 Planetologist
Mon 6 Aug 2018
at 15:32
The BortaS
In reply to Relic GM (msg # 41):

Jon makes a show of cheering with the rest of the crowd, though privately he thinks he's been dropped into an insane asylum.

"I'm pretty sure we've found the nexus of the resistance!" he mutters quietly to Tony, who is standing next to him. "This 'Durgathte kaase', he must be some sort of spokesperson for that 150 year old priest. I wonder who is really running the show!"

Jon and Tony join the bloodwine throng. Jon would like to knock back his stein like all the others, but is not sure of his capacity.
Lt (jg) 'Fast Tony' Gazzo
 NPC, 16 posts
 Iotian male
 Tech Assessment
Tue 7 Aug 2018
at 02:56
The BortaS
Tony replies, "Gee, ya think? This Durgath is just another name for that One Who Doesn't Care character the old codger worships, after all." He drains his bloodwine and belches loudly.

Talja grimaces at the sour taste of the cheap bloodwine. "I'm not so sure, J'koq. He seems to actively want to rejoin the Empire so they can proselytise their religion. They just don't see why they should alter their phenotype. I get the impression the group we're looking for is more violently opposed to what they call Imperials."

Tony nudges Zed. "What do you think, Boss?"

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