Expansion Fleet - Avalon Archive

*Dalen has a smile. He was enjoying the enthousiasm of the Klingon Female. After all, they were here to enjoy a drink and maybe a dinner, if more affinities with some StarFleet guys. If StarFleet guys weren't so distants from them.*
"Yes, indeed, Ms Heartgrave, it would be wiser to adopt a "chin down" attitude during negociations. By the way, as Ms Ka'Lar saidit, we are here to enjoy drinks and, *crosses fingers* meals. I hope that Mr de Heer will join us after the negociations with Admiral Vorak... Ah! I think I see the Bartender!"

well moo.  You could always help me design a security team since indeed we are lacking one.

*With an immense satisfaction, Brendan raises his arms to Shakira.*
"Ahhhhh! Shakira! Erm *realises he's not alone* How's life? *turns to Ka'Lar* Have you heard the Madam, Kalie?"
*The Klingon Officer grins and groans.*
"Mggrrmll!, yes, Captain. At your orders, Captain. BUT I WANT my beer!"
"Please, Ka'Lar, please....."
"Mrrgggrrrr! *shakes her head* PLEASE, Ms Shakira. And dont make me wait!"

One moment please director.

*walks over to Mr Winterspoon*

Good morning General.. *puts a hand forward to shake* Please to see you in our quaint little corner, allow me to buy you and your comrads a drink.

Madam Shakira another round of drinks on my account for the corporation officers.

*Enters and join Sloans table*

So, it is here you hide, how long have those *moves his head discrete at the direction of the corp.* been here?

*Looks around the room and then turns his attention back to the Corporation officers.*

"Okay.. Irish coffee on the way" *She goes to the counter and prepares one. Then she takes it to Enoch's table and leaves it beside him*

"NotImpatientThisTime,Huh?" *mumbles* "Okay, whatever you need, just call me, I'll be over there" *points*

*After some vacations on Deska Planet, the Team of the Revanche joins Avalon's Ten Forward. The CorpShip is docked and they want to enjoy a drink in here.
So, the Door of Celtic Corner has just closed behind them when.....*
".... and remember, Ka'Lar, the last time you were here, you drank too much."
*The Klingon Female Tactical Officer of the Revanche has a sarcastic rictus.*
"HAH! It did not even give me a headacke!"
*Man Tuil sighs and gestures to his comrades.*
"Bah! Nevermind. Let's go! I pay the first load!"
*And they go to the Bar*

*slides in beside sloan*

bored huh? u could always go watch the cameras :Þ

"It is a pity that Tammy couldn't come with us. I see some real irish beers on the list of the drinks available on the Station. Erm, I'm up for a Kilkenny, after all. What do you drink, honey?"*Looks at his wife*
"Sorry, but I will have a Vodka, please *Lynn is making the catseyes for her husband. Who is smiling.* May I have one, puh-lease?"
*Ka'Lar grins, shakes her head and sighs too...*
///These humans! These humans!///

ah see now thats the problem .

I had an interesting XO at one stage. brilliant good plans I think he stored them somewhere.  for a Jem'hada he was quiet knowledgeable.

"Okay, Kalie or whatever your name is, lemme have a lil talk with my friend here!" *takes Brendan's hands and smiles* "Well.. life's been.. pretty messy" *looks at her tummy* "Heh, now I'm.. umm.. kinda pregant. Long story, I can explain it later, when I get back with your friend's beer. Boy she's moody! Look at her, she wants to bite me." *bends and faces her* "But you won't" *evil smile*

*Shakira goes behind the bar. When she's back she's brought a Kilkenny, a Vodka and a beer. She leaves everything on the table.*

"Happy, now, Kalie?"

Not long. I came as soon as I knew they were here...a matter of minutes before I arrived.

*Shakira walks toward Enoch once he sits at a table* "Well, well, well, look who's here! {the impatient Irish-coffee guy}" *Shakira thinks to herself*

"What will you want this time, sir?"

"Ahh, an Irish Coffee, for me please," he says with a smile.

Then he notices that the Corporation officers suddenly leave in a hurry.  He looks confused, wondering what is happening.

*Ka'Lar immediately notices the familiar green skinned Orion bartender. She has a disgusting grimace, but, oh well, after all, if StarFleet have some Orion employees, it's not her problem.*
"Bartender! *slaps the bar with her hand**WHACK!* I want a Bahgol! And my comrades are also thirsty!"
*Lynn whispers to Ka'Lar*
"Shhhhh! Do not forget we are not in KeyHole Tavern, Ms Ka'Lar."
"I know! But there are not much people in here. So, this bartender would be at her bar rather bugging with these puny humans."

If I wanted to watch the cameras then I would Admiral. But as there is a lack of security patrols, it is better to come down here personally and keep an eye on them.

"Okay, we have one Kilkenny and a Vodka. Who else is missing?"

"It is always a pleasure to meet you, Ms Shakira *takes Shakira's right hand and kisses it*. We are here to enjoy your presence and your services. Thanks for your welcoming. Mr Man Tuil and I will have Chouchenn.... if you have some in your hidden bottles, if you see what I mean? *winks*"

"Erm, in fact, we have left our Bottles at Deska, Ms Shakira. Would you, em, please...?" *turns to Mr Nocturnus.* Ow! An other load from you? Mwelll.. Why not?"
*A Klingon Female, in her corner, is noting the invitation.*

*Brendan is surprised. In fact, he's atonished. He's looking at Ms Shakira's tummy. And he can't belive his eyes.*
"How did you do that, dear? You played too much with the pump? No, I'm just joking. What did it happen to you? Who's the father? You need a doctor?"

Ok. I must go soon. I hope we will meet again some time.

*Leaves*

*A sound resounds on Dalen's watch. He has a look at the message and frowns. Then he gestures to his team, with some particular codes within his movements.*
"It seems as if our Negociations has failed because of some incident concerning CIB and FSS or Section 31. The Corporation is now on Zulu Alert. Sorry, old chaps, but we will have more drink later. We leave now."
*Some other gestures and everyone in the team activates a particular part of their uniforms. Some shield can be seen.
In some seconds, everyone is finishing one's drink and stands up. Some other instants later, they are all leaving Celtic Corner. Determined faces of the Corporation Officers and Members dissuade people to approach them while they retreat to the Whallalah and the Revanche.
Some minutes again later, the Ship-of-Death and the DujYay, without aknoledgement of Avalon Base, are leaving the StarFleet Base. At the total surprise of everyone.*

(off : Shakira is needed in Deska Forum for the Birth. Jake Harris is here :wink: )

*Walks in, looks around a moment observing the Corporation officers, then turns and sits down at a table with his back to a wall to continue observing the party.*

*Shakira hears the female Klingon yelling. She turns around and walks toward her table.*
"Okay, Missie, first of all, do NOT yell at this Bar! I know you're Klingon and blah blah blah but there are some rules going on here. And I demand respect. Okay? Okay!"

*Shakira looks up and sees Brendan and Dalen are there too." "Oh my..!! Dalen!! Brendan! How have you guys been?"

*sighs and rubs his forehead* And how do you suggest we go about that?

Ah, yes...Mr. Mordac...I remember studying his file before he came here. But as to finding those plans....That may be a little difficult. If he hid them, it was with knowledge gained from his Vulcan.."friend" Mr. Sorik who now resides with the pirates about the Dreadnought.

"Ahh.. Dalen.. always such a gentleman. Shall I bring some Chouchenn here, or Brendan has some over there?" *glances at ManTuil and smiles*

"Of course, Dalen, of course!" *brings a couple of Chouchenn bottle and several glasses*
"I've brought two for now.. you tell me if you need more, later."

Enoch walks into Ten Forward and looks around.  He notices the Corporation officers and nodds.  It is has the Sight had told him...

Quietly, he sits down at an empty table nearby, waiting for someone to come and take his order, while he observes everything.

*gets up and follows the Corporation officers to their ships to make sure it was not a trick.*

"My patience is endless, ma'am, as long as it doesn't end... of course.  Thank you, and take care of that baby that's about to be born"