Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Nov 28 20:56:28 2018 on CaptHarper@chat.startrekengage.com (irc)
(21:10:52) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:10:53) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:10:54) CO_CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:11:21) CO_CaptHarper: :: in transporter room one, dressed in lowly warrior garb as is tradition for their leaders, awaiting Jaire's arrival ::
(21:12:00) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: joins Harper in the Transporter Room ::
(21:12:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: in the holodeck, checking on preparations for the thousandth time in her spangly shirt ::
(21:13:30) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> The holodeck program is already active, protraying a cold, snowy nighttime scene in a forest, with a roaring bonfire, and a starry sky featuring three moons and a brilliant ring system.
(21:14:13) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: has decided this is the best this... outfit will get and sets out for the holodeck ::
(21:15:30) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: follows to the holodeck, looking around at the program with a wide-eyed gaze :: Interesting.
(21:15:33) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: has already entered the holodeck program to scope out a good spot to not be conspicuous. She doesn't terribly mind the fancy robe, her hair in a princess braid and a hand-woven flower crown on her head. ::
(21:16:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: perusing the food table in the holodeck, shirtless and sporting a bandolier of "kills" representing scores of drones he shot down ::
(21:17:11) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: stands next to Harper awaiting their guests, reluctantly on all fours so as not to tower over Harper, but puts on a no-nonsense expression. She's wearing a heavily modified version of the warrior's garb, a three-strap bandolier crossing both shoulders decorated with pointy teeth from something alien and fierce ::
(21:17:52) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: steps onto the holodeck and finds the scenery to be acceptable. The guests have not arrived yet and so she uses the opportunity to find a spot near the wall ::
(21:18:21) CO_CaptHarper: TR Chief> CO: Colonel Jaire reports that his first party is ready to transport.
(21:18:25) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::has been working in sickbay, still wearing the fancy robe, but had tossed aside the itchy crown onto a medcart quite a while ago. Looks up at the chrono, realising she's late. Still trying to decide if she wants to make herself go to this thing or not::
(21:19:08) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: looks down at himself, across at Harper, and onto Kuari, no signs of anything he is thinking on his face... just sizing up the situation. Then he returns to eyes dead ahead, feeling his phaser in its proper spot on his garb. ::
(21:19:21) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: picks through the meat buffet, seeming to actually enjoy the prospect of everything she chooses ::
(21:19:28) CO_CaptHarper: TRC: First party? Ah, well, we will see then. Energize.
(21:19:44) CO_CaptHarper: :: stands tall, though between Wolfe and Kuari, she isn't ::
(21:20:39) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Jaire and five others, two men and three women, shimmer into existence on the transporter pad.
(21:20:41) CSO_Cdr_Wright: MED: Hey! :: gently swats hand :: No touching until the guests arrive! :: makes the plate look untouched again ::
(21:21:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: leaning casually against a wall, her kills also on her bandolier ::
(21:21:45) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Walks slowly down the corridor, the tap of his cane echoing through the corridor. He had had to improvise the requested attire; since he is neither a healer nor a scientist and his warrior days were long behind him.::
(21:22:01) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> They are, on average, over two meters tall, with pale, almost blue-tinted skin, and subtle ridges on their shoulders that weren't readily visible over the comms.
(21:22:10) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: blinks :: CSO: Oh? :: she helps clean it up, then giggles :: CSO: Sorry, I'm hungry.
(21:22:48) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks up at their giant visitors, but is confident in her safety with Wolfe and Kuari at her side :: Jaire: Colonel. Welcome aboard the Atlantis.
(21:23:20) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: hides the bacon-like thing he was chewing on behind his back so that Wright doesn't see it ::
(21:23:55) Colonel_Jaire: CO: Thank you, Captain. You are most gracious victors. :: unclips a sheathed sword from his belt ::
(21:24:26) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: angles her head upward at the tall aliens, watching Jaire the most ::
(21:25:16) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stands without moving, noting Jaire's handling of his weapon and ready to protect his commanding officers, but still at relaxed attention. ::
(21:25:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods her thanks at Acacia, bustling around the table to make sure the meat is perfect, eyeballing people who are looking too closely at it ::
(21:25:42) Colonel_Jaire: :: presents his sword to Harper :: CO: Please accept my weapon.
(21:25:54) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: Linxi walks into the holodeck, and looks around. She makes a beeline for the trees, standing among them, watching the rest of the people in silence. She had enough excitement with the ship almost being blown up an all- and would have preferred to stay in her room and meditate, but alas. ::
(21:26:41) CO_CaptHarper: :: takes the sword with both hands, surprised at how light it is, but resolves to look into its metallurgy later :: Jaire: Thank you, Colonel. Will you be bringing more aboard?
(21:27:39) Colonel_Jaire: CO: Yes. We have a few more parties, if that is acceptable.
(21:28:03) CO_CaptHarper: :: nods :: CTO: Have more Marines here to escort our additional guests to the holodeck.
(21:28:55) CO_CaptHarper: :: clips the sword to her belt and adjusts her bandolier, the kills representing her victories in her past service as a fighter pilot ::
(21:29:26) CO_CaptHarper: TRC: Bring them aboard as ready once security arrives. Jaire: Right this way to the feast, Colonel.
(21:29:51) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::Moves on to another patient, ignoring the chrono for now. They were responsible for the injuries that these patients sustained, they can wait while she tends their wounds.::
(21:29:57) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Aye.
(21:29:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: quickly shoves the last of the bacon-like food into his mouth when no one is looking ::
(21:30:12) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: doesn't look at Wolfe as he's given orders, knowing his attention would be momentarily on Harper, instead choosing to keep watch on the visitors ::
(21:30:30) CO_CaptHarper: :: leads the entourage out into the corridor toward the holodeck ::
(21:31:13) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: quickly and discreetly pulls a PADD up and sends the order for more Marines ::
(21:32:31) Colonel_Jaire: CO: You have a fine-looking ship. A lot of crew aboard.
(21:32:39) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Quietly enters the holodeck, hidden beneath a hood, before stepping out into the snow and finding a place to sit and wait amongst the snow.::
(21:33:17) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: Thank you. Your ships have small crews?
(21:33:47) Colonel_Jaire: :: grunts in affirmation :: CO: They are mostly automated.
(21:34:10) CO_CaptHarper: :: nods, thinking that explains a lot ::
(21:35:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: arranges herself at the entry of the holodeck, thinking things are as perfect as possible and wanting to present herself as the senior staff present ::
(21:36:33) CO_CaptHarper: :: arrives at the holodeck with the group :: Jaire: Here we are. Our holodecks were able to run your programs, and our replicators were able to synthesize your foods.
(21:37:41) Colonel_Jaire: :: looks impressed as the doors open and a familiar scene is presented to him :: CO: I must say, Captain, you are the first not of our people to ever go to so much trouble.
(21:38:15) CO_CaptHarper: :: smiles welcomingly as she leads them into the holodeck ::
(21:38:25) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: emerges from the holodeck, standing at ease at the entry, watching as the visitors approached. ::
(21:39:36) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: follows closely behind ::
(21:39:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: stands at parade rest at the entrance, watching with wary interest as the tall strangers enter ::
(21:40:38) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: stands up a bit straighter as the aliens arrive, not having expected them to be so tall. ::
(21:40:44) CO_CaptHarper: :: speaks up once all are inside :: All: I give you the Kvolir people, the Defeated. As the Victors, conduct yourselves magnanimously so that we know that the battle is truly over.
(21:41:16) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: gazes at the new arrivals, evaluating them ::
(21:41:35) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: watches the group of people enter the holodeck with interest ::
(21:41:50) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: takes Harper's words into consideration, cracking the smallest of smiles and lifting her brows just a little from her stern expression ::
(21:43:03) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: sticks to the fringes of the festival ground, not too eager to start a conversation but still waiting to get food ::
(21:43:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: smiles magnanimously and presents the table :: CO: Captain, the banquet is prepared.
(21:43:29) Colonel_Jaire: :: speaks loudly, in a booming rumbling voice :: All: We accept your victory, and your hospitality.
(21:44:12) CO_CaptHarper: CSO: Thank you, Commander. Let the feast begin!
(21:44:18) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: he jumps and looks up from staring the bonfire, having completely missed the arrivals ::
(21:45:44) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Holographic musicians strike up a rousing tune.
(21:45:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: has thoughts of visiting the food table, but her Marine background is stubbornly refusing to let go and she keeps her eyes on the guests, sitting down on the ground to look less tense and noticeable ::
(21:46:31) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: makes his way to the food table, wasting no time :
(21:46:37) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Is silent, observing from a distance in a meditative sitting pose; as he often does.::
(21:46:45) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: swoops for that food table, getting in line or getting a plate or whatever that now entails ::
(21:46:58) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: Linxi taps her fingers against her own arm, humming to the music ::
(21:48:09) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Another group of six Kvolir arrives, with Marine escorts, of course, and join the party.
(21:48:51) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watches closely, attempting to pick up cultural cues, despite the fact that this is not her forte ::
(21:48:52) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Several of the Kvolir start dancing, and the rest make for the food.
(21:49:28) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: casually strolls around, visiting the food table. To keep an eye on the Kvolir who are apporaching. ::
(21:49:49) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: loads up a plate full of delicious-looking meats, eager to sample tasty alien animals ::
(21:50:01) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: moves to lean against the wall, not that hungry, watching the Kvolir carefully ::
(21:50:03) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: grabs a bunch of small pieces of different things, try anything once ::
(21:51:16) Colonel_Jaire: :: surveys the feast with his thumbs hooked in his belt ::
(21:51:29) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: remains in her place along the wall. The food is of little interest and observing the Kvolir is sufficient for now ::
(21:53:17) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: he twirls along to the music around the bonfire ::
(21:53:17) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches the new group enter, and while she trusts her Marines, she can't help but watch to make sure no one tries anything with the increased number of unpredictable people. If they were going to attack, more arrivals could prompt it, she knows ::
(21:53:29) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: So, Colonel, I would like to discuss our colony here and its future.
(21:53:44) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks up at the giant man with a friendly, hopeful expression ::
(21:54:18) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Another group of six Kvolir arrives, and splits up among food and dancing.
(21:54:21) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: finds a spot sort of out of the way to munch on all the tasty alien meats, seeming to enjoy them thoroughly ::
(21:54:39) Colonel_Jaire: CO: What is to discuss? You are victorious! It is yours, by right!
(21:55:26) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: eats a piece of meat that looks like brisket, and nods appreciatively ::
(21:56:53) CO_CaptHarper: :: smiles diplomatically :: Jaire: That... is not really our intent. We do not seek to be conquerers, but friends.
(21:57:46) Colonel_Jaire: :: laughs :: CO: What a curious answer!
(21:57:51) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::somewhere between patients has changed back into her regular uniform, happily comfortable again::
(21:58:02) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks away, thinking that fell flat ::
(21:58:23) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: Please excuse me, as I would like to try your foods.
(21:58:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: moves a little closer to Harper's side and sits so she can hear the conversation ::
(21:59:08) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: standing nearby :: Jaire: Colonel, forgive me if I am speaking out of turn, but is it unusual to be friends among your people?
(22:00:46) CO_CaptHarper: :: heads over to the banquet table, offhandedly wishing she had something more substantial on as the chilly wind picks up a bit ::
(22:01:23) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: Not at all! It is unusual to seek additional conditions on taking what you have won in fair combat, however.
(22:01:59) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: watches Harper walk off and begins to follow, but stops, looking at Wright and wonders if she should stay ::
(22:02:43) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Another group of Kvolir arrives and joins the party.
(22:03:35) CO_CaptHarper: :: finds the bacon-like food and naturally gravitates toward it :
(22:03:49) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::He eases into the cold wind, breathing it in; still watching on like a sentinel.::
(22:04:55) CO_CaptHarper: :: samples it and finds it quite tasty, so she has a piece while she thinks ::
(22:05:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: ends up waiting near Wright, but still keeps an eye on Harper ::
(22:06:08) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: Slowly approaches the table, feeling absolutely tiny compared to the other tall people around, picking a piece of something that looks like bacon, taking a bite and moving back to near the bonfire, trying to remain warm when the cold air seeps through. ::
(22:06:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: So... once one has won something in fair combat, is it no longer contested?
(22:07:22) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: It can be again, in a later generation, if desired. But to us, once a battle is properly concluded, that matter is settled.
(22:07:52) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: turns towards Grey, still dancing around the bonfire :: TAC2: Eeeeey, f-f-f-f-funky g-groove eh?
(22:08:21) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: finishes off her smorgasbord, looking around but not seeming particularly eager to talk to anyone. She doesn't even notice the chill, fortunately alien doctors get to be warm. ::
(22:08:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: Do your people have a concept of... alliances?
(22:08:57) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: makes his way over to lean on a tree next to Acacia, noting her plate :: MED: This meat is delicious, no?
(22:08:57) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: Turns her attention to Razyn. :: ENG2: I prefer spending my time else where. Not socializing if I can avoid it.
(22:09:13) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: Indeed we do.
(22:09:30) CO_CaptHarper: :: decides on another approach and makes her way back to Jaire et al ::
(22:10:04) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: grins :: NAV: Well I like it. Mostly just tasted like pork.
(22:10:14) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is calmed somewhat by Jaire's words, thinking she can recognize an honorable species when she sees one, and that she need not be concerned that there will be an attack ::
(22:10:41) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: casually takes some various foods and tries a bite of this and a bite of that, all the while watching his guests. ::
(22:14:05) CO_CaptHarper: :: approaches Jaire :: Your food is delicious!
(22:14:57) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chuckles :: MED: I hope we can be friends with these people. Their food is quite tasty, and I must also say that I'm fond of their clothing. :: flashes a smile at her :: You certainly look lovely in it.
(22:15:28) Colonel_Jaire: CO: Thank you, Captain! I am glad you like it.
(22:16:05) Colonel_Jaire: It would not do for the Victorious to dislike their spoils, no, not at all.
(22:16:11) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::The light of embers illuminates his face under his hood, as he begins smoking his trusty pipe; a plume rising above him, being carried off by the wind.::
(22:16:32) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: TAC2: Aw, c-c-come-come on, have some-some-some ffff-ffun! :: wiggles his body in a vertical worm ::
(22:17:09) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: ENG2: How about no? :: scoffs at the other, sliding down to sit on the floor carefully ::
(22:18:05) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: It may surprise you to learn that we do not seek spoils. We were not even aware this world was yours when we settled it.
(22:18:19) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: shrugs slightly :: NAV: They seem.. to have a very clear plan for this sort of thing. I imagine they'll learn to like us. :: having looked out at the aliens to think about how best to avoid the word 'primitive', she then looks back at Navarro, returning his smile. :: NAV Ha! Well thank you. :: she gives him a once-over :: NAV: You're not half bad yourself.
(22:19:11) Colonel_Jaire: CO: You do not? Then what do you seek?
(22:20:35) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: Friends. :: offers a hopeful smile :: Allies, even. Those that we can co-exist with in harmony.
(22:22:59) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: bows his head for a moment :: MED: Thank you, doctor.
(22:23:05) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: smiles at Harper's explanation, showing her support for her words and looks to Jaire ::
(22:23:49) Colonel_Jaire: :: considers for a moment ::
(22:24:08) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watches, curious how this will turn out ::
(22:24:25) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Suzuki> :: gnaws on a drumstick, watching Navarro try his luck ::
(22:25:04) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: frowns, then plops onto the ground :: TAC2: C-c-come-come on, it's not-not-not all *that* b-b-b-bad.
(22:25:31) Colonel_Jaire: CO: It is a strange thing to hear as one of the Defeated. Let me consider this.
(22:25:53) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: ENG2: Absolutely not. You will not see me making a fool of myself. Ever.
(22:26:47) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: As you wish, Colonel.
(22:26:54) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: raises an eyebrow as she spots Grey looking moody, and can't help but giggle at the idea :: NAV: What a weird party.
(22:27:46) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: That it is, but they say it is a tradition thousands of years old. I must say, there's something appealing about coming together in peace after a battle is decided.
(22:28:18) CO_CaptHarper: :: eyes the food table awkwardly, her attempts at diplomacy not being as successful as she'd hoped ::
(22:29:08) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: shrugs :: TAC2: I'll just, I'll just b-b-b-be over here, hav-hav-having fun by-by-by-by-by myself. :: stands up and begins dancing again ::
(22:29:39) CO_CaptHarper: ACTION> Harper isn't the only one struggling diplomatically. The overall tone of the party can only be described as awkward, with the two parties rarely mixing.
(22:30:30) ENG_Lt_Ilaihr: ::Another cloud of smoke emanates from him, swirling in the wind.::
(22:30:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks to Harper, assessing her emotional state ::
(22:30:54) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: shrugs :: NAV: It has its pros and cons. It's very.. :: again, she looks around, searching for a polite word. When she can't find one, she laughs :: NAV: Well, let's just say older doesn't mean better.
(22:31:50) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tries a different tack :: Jaire: What do your people do for... recreation?
(22:32:21) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: chuckles :: MED: I certainly will not object to returning to modernity afterwards, that is for sure. Especially after this day.
(22:33:18) Colonel_Jaire: :: furrows his brow ::: CSO: Probably not too much different than you do, I imagine. Sports, games, music, theater, and the like.
(22:33:55) MED_Ens_Acacia: NAV: I bet. :: for once she is earnest, truly sympathetic. ::
(22:34:26) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: It must have been as brutal for a doctor as it was for a fighter pilot. :: grimly ::
(22:35:08) CO_CaptHarper: :: looking around the party at the lack of mingling, and returns her thoughts to her studies of the documentary ::
(22:35:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: I am a musician, myself.
(22:35:40) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: Indeed? I am not. What do you play?
(22:36:19) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: I play a stringed instrument called the cello. Do you prefer sport?
(22:36:25) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: stares out at the aliens for a moment :: NAV: That's.. what I don't understand about the celebration, really. I understand celebrating the end of a battle, but.. :: she looks back at Navarro's warrior garb :: NAV: Some cultures seem to celebrate the beginning, too.
(22:36:42) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: now that she has calmed down somewhat, she thinks about what Harper was saying about it being rude to not eat. She takes a couple of steps towards the food table and directs her wide eyes at Harper in question, having seen her eyeing it earlier ::
(22:36:49) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: hearing the conversation of music, she stood calmly to move over to join them. :: Colonel: Did I hear music and theater?
(22:37:08) CO_CaptHarper: :: remembers something, and seeing Kuari's glance, nods and grins ::
(22:37:29) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: I do, yes. TAC2: Of course.
(22:38:32) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: Colonel: I'm also a musician, and kinda a thespian back in school. :: she shrugs slightly, pushing a strand of hair back behind her ear ::
(22:39:09) Colonel_Jaire: TAC2/CSO: Perhaps some day I can attend one of your performances.
(22:39:33) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: returns the glance to her garb :: MED: Their warriors have the simplest clothing, while doctors, scientists, and engineers are elevated. Perhaps that says something.
(22:39:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: That would be pleasant! What is your favorite sport?
(22:40:05) Colonel_Jaire: :: says the word but it does not translate ::
(22:40:12) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: Colonel: Maybe. Depends on schedule and family obligations.
(22:40:45) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: Ah, it is... :: describes something akin to Rugby ::
(22:41:04) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: makes her way to the food table, turning her attention to the other alien visitors she can see on the way ::
(22:41:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: Jaire: Ooh, that sounds similar to a sport played on my planet! Do you play yourself, or only spectate?
(22:41:33) Colonel_Jaire: CSO: I fear I am too old to play it anymore, at least beyond a friendly skirmish.
(22:42:25) CO_CaptHarper: :: turns back to Jaire and summons her best diplomatic smile ::
(22:43:14) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: nods lightly :: NAV: It says something. Besides, the warriors seem.. calm.
(22:43:36) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: Their job is done and they know it.
(22:44:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks at Kate turning their way, thankful that she doesn't have to keep trying to make small talk ::
(22:44:40) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: she rocked back and forth on her feet, kinda feeling awkward, before frowning slightly. :: Colonel: Sir? Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
(22:44:41) CO_CaptHarper: Jaire: It is my right, as Victor, to the Sigvand, yes?
(22:45:25) Colonel_Jaire: :: opens his mouth to answer Grey, but Harper's question stops his words as he turns to her :: CO: The Sigvand? It is your right, of course, but I did not expect it of you.
(22:46:42) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: walks up to the food table, eyeing the assorted dishes ::
(22:47:05) MED_Ens_Acacia: :: looks around, then smiles :: NAV: Hm, we might be part of the problem. Perhaps we should.. dance with an alien or something.
(22:47:14) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: is at the table, close to the conversation, just listening and studying. ::
(22:48:05) CO_CaptHarper: :: wry grin :: Jaire: I can be full of surprises, Colonel. :: walks toward the table and raises her voice :: All: Kvolir and Federation!
(22:48:23) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Tall Kvolir> :: notices Kuari approach the table as he's making a plate of food for himself and turns to her :: Kuari: I've not seen one of your species before. You are one of the Victorious.
(22:48:31) MED_Ens_Acacia: ::raises an eyebrow :: NAV: Oh, that's promising.
(22:48:38) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: nods to Acacia and looks toward the Captain ::
(22:48:52) CO_CaptHarper: All: Let us all come together in peace — and friendship — as your leaders dance the Sigvand!
(22:49:01) TAC2_2Lt_Grey: :: turns her attention to the Captain, head tilted to the side briefly ::
(22:49:04) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: stops dancing and looks towards the captain ::
(22:49:36) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks toward Jaire expectantly as the music changes to an upbeat tune ::
(22:50:08) Colonel_Jaire: :: joins Harper in the clearing and offers his hand ::
(22:50:49) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: watches her wife with a slightly amused expression ::
(22:50:57) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns to the alien and stands to meet him at eye level, making sure her Gorn teeth jangle on her chest :: Tall Kvolir: I am Kuari, Executive Officer, Victorious. You are Defeated.
(22:51:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: thinks to herself :: Definitely full of surprises.
(22:51:21) CO_CaptHarper: :: places her hand in his, and it is swallowed up as she begins the first steps of the dance she studied in the documentary ::
(22:53:06) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Tall Kvolir> :: surprised for a moment to see Kuari stand up to his height, but then bows his head with a smile on his face :: I am Turgoth, and you are good hosts.
(22:53:17) Colonel_Jaire: :: joins in the dance with Harper, his steps in the dance taking on more of a submissive role, as if the Victor leads ::
(22:53:54) SCI_LtJG_Jude: Self> Hm. :: looks to the captain with an eyebrow perked, and turns back to the Kvolir she had struck up conversation with earlier ::
(22:55:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth> :: looks towards the commotion and sets down his plate, offering his hand to Kuari, his smile broadening :: Let us dance in peace, as your captain says!
(22:55:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her head, eyeing the food longingly ::
(22:55:58) CO_CaptHarper: :: leads the giant man in the dance, though in a couple of places she finds herself effortlessly swung about ::
(22:56:06) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: takes the opportunity to pick something that she hopes tastes like chicken off the table ::
(22:57:01) Colonel_Jaire: :: puts a surprising amount of emotion into his part of the dance, the Defeated's steps conveying submission, but optimism ::
(22:57:36) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sighs and follows Turgoth with her own smile, but doesn't take his hand. She has no desire to be literally pulled off her own feet :: Turgoth: Let us dance, then, for peace!
(22:57:37) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: chows down and taps her foot to the beat of the music while she watches the dance ::
(22:57:46) CO_CaptHarper: :: is twirled into the staccato finish to the song, standing tall as Jaire bows to her ::
(22:58:14) CO_CaptHarper: :: nods graciously to the Defeated, offering her hand for him to rise ::
(22:58:33) XO_Cdr_Kuari: Turgoth> :: takes his hand back and does a self dance, looking expectantly at Kuari ::
(22:59:32) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: dances her own unique dance suitable to her limbs, tail and wings, occasionally bouncing up and down ::
(23:00:02) Colonel_Jaire: :: takes her offered hand and rises, looking at Harper in surprise :: CO: You danced that like one of us. No one we have ever fought has ever gone to this much effort to learn our ways.
(23:00:19) CO_CaptHarper: :: looks at him hopefully :: Jaire: It is because we wish to make a new friend, and ally. Now, please consider our ways, as well, in return for the effort we have put in.
(23:00:21) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:22) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(23:00:23) CO_CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM