Spiegel got a beep on his communicator. He responded, crypically, "Aye," and discreetly stepped out of the room while Kinnara strode ahead to meet with Kovalth
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Kovalth's men shuffled in. They made quick work of inspecting the contents of the crate.
"Ha ha ha. All there. Always knew I could trust you, Shrav. Just a moment."
Kovalth was still "enjoying" his security officer while all of this was going on. He grunted, wiped the sweat from his brow, zipped up his pants, and the sufficiently debased officer crawled away.
"This is where you're going to go," Kovalth said, offering a map to Kinnara. "Dr. tr'Avrak is being held there. Here is how you know it's not a trap. I want that green-blooded p'tach off of MY planet. I don't care if he's alive or dead or even who takes him. I want him off. Once I found out just how many major governments wanted him, now I can't get rid of him FAST enough."
He laughed again.
"I'd bet all this latinum the *Federation*..." (and he said that with a noticeable sneer) will blow us to smithereens just to get rid of that Romulan bastard. So, I want him off *before* that happens. It just so happens I don't have enough firepower to go against the Black Sun. That's where you come in."
He laughed, and then he said... "I've got an idea. Why don't you leave... someone behind. Let's call it an arrangement of good faith. And if this works out, I won't slit their throat."
He got off his throne, and then waddled up to Diziara. He ran a dirty d'k tahg down the side of her face.
"So pretty, do those spots go ALL the way down?" he said, wads of spittle forming at the corners of his lips. "Why don't you pick."
OOC: The Klingon spelling police would like to point out that it is spelled petaQ, not p'tach.
IC:"Does your dishonor extend past your dirty blade?" Diziara shot back at Kovalth in such a manner that implied the answer to both her question and his was probably yes, and spit upon his boot. "Take Pukey, he seems your type, in case we don't satisfy you," she suggested, nodding towards the weak stomached dense security officer. "And, for the record, the next time you touch me without my permission, it'll be the last thing you do."
Diziara growled as talk started to fly about leaving Spiegel behind. She shot a look at Kinnara, as if asking for permission to stop this madness, but received no indication that she could fix things. She looked to Spiegel for some indication that he was seeking her help, but his face had gone slack at something the Andorian had said to him.
When Kinnara indicated that she'd leave Spiegel and Pukey behind, as requested by Kovalth, and that they were ready to move out, Diziara was seeing red. Her d'k tahg (spotlessly clean, and deadly sharp, as was honorable) was out in a fraction of a second, and she had the fat lewd bastard caught with the blade to his throat. She held him so close she could see every last pore on his face, and she spoke in a quiet, but strong voice.
"When I come back for him," she nodded to Spiegel, "if even one hair is out of place, or he tells me you touched him in any unwelcome manner, I will kill you. And do not think for a moment that anything in this universe can stop me, as I consider him to be family." Not waiting for any acknowledgment that her demands were agreed to, nor giving time for Kinnara, or any of Kovolth's goons, to attempt to interfere, she threw the large Klingon away from her and stalked for the door out of the place.
"Ha ha ha. All there. Always knew I could trust you, Shrav. Just a moment."
Kovalth was still "enjoying" his security officer while all of this was going on. He grunted, wiped the sweat from his brow, zipped up his pants, and the sufficiently debased officer crawled away.
"This is where you're going to go," Kovalth said, offering a map to Kinnara. "Dr. tr'Avrak is being held there. Here is how you know it's not a trap. I want that green-blooded p'tach off of MY planet. I don't care if he's alive or dead or even who takes him. I want him off. Once I found out just how many major governments wanted him, now I can't get rid of him FAST enough."
He laughed again.
"I'd bet all this latinum the *Federation*..." (and he said that with a noticeable sneer) will blow us to smithereens just to get rid of that Romulan bastard. So, I want him off *before* that happens. It just so happens I don't have enough firepower to go against the Black Sun. That's where you come in."
He laughed, and then he said... "I've got an idea. Why don't you leave... someone behind. Let's call it an arrangement of good faith. And if this works out, I won't slit their throat."
He got off his throne, and then waddled up to Diziara. He ran a dirty d'k tahg down the side of her face.
"So pretty, do those spots go ALL the way down?" he said, wads of spittle forming at the corners of his lips. "Why don't you pick."
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OOC: The Klingon spelling police would like to point out that it is spelled petaQ, not p'tach.
IC:"Does your dishonor extend past your dirty blade?" Diziara shot back at Kovalth in such a manner that implied the answer to both her question and his was probably yes, and spit upon his boot. "Take Pukey, he seems your type, in case we don't satisfy you," she suggested, nodding towards the weak stomached dense security officer. "And, for the record, the next time you touch me without my permission, it'll be the last thing you do."
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Google misinformed me. :P You're right. It's petaQ.
Shrav's antennae tensed for a moment.
He added a toothy grin, but the effect was just wrong, as if he still didn't have smiling mastered.
As Kovalth sized Pukey up, and fawned over him with his grubby fingers, Shrav (who had his back turned) gave Kinnara a series of hand gestures.
Kinnara laughed, knowing something that the others didn't know.
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Kovalth sized up Spiegel.
"What do you think, my blue friend?"
Shrav swaggered over. He caught Spiegel's chin in his hand... "Best play nice, pinkskin," he rasped. "You might even *like* it."
Kovalth laughed, and slapped his fleshy leather-covered thigh.
Shrav leaned closer to Spiegel, looking for all accounts like he was going to do something Kovalth might do.
Then a more familiar voice whispered in his ear. "You'll know what to do. And when."
Suddenly, a realization hit Spiegel with a ton of bricks.
Spiegel felt something drop into his pocket.
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Diziara growled as talk started to fly about leaving Spiegel behind. She shot a look at Kinnara, as if asking for permission to stop this madness, but received no indication that she could fix things. She looked to Spiegel for some indication that he was seeking her help, but his face had gone slack at something the Andorian had said to him.
When Kinnara indicated that she'd leave Spiegel and Pukey behind, as requested by Kovalth, and that they were ready to move out, Diziara was seeing red. Her d'k tahg (spotlessly clean, and deadly sharp, as was honorable) was out in a fraction of a second, and she had the fat lewd bastard caught with the blade to his throat. She held him so close she could see every last pore on his face, and she spoke in a quiet, but strong voice.
"When I come back for him," she nodded to Spiegel, "if even one hair is out of place, or he tells me you touched him in any unwelcome manner, I will kill you. And do not think for a moment that anything in this universe can stop me, as I consider him to be family." Not waiting for any acknowledgment that her demands were agreed to, nor giving time for Kinnara, or any of Kovolth's goons, to attempt to interfere, she threw the large Klingon away from her and stalked for the door out of the place.
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