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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Kinnara looks first at Spiegel, then at Giannini, smiles and turns swiftly on her heel and catches the copper-toothed Andorian off-guard with what looks unmistakably like a high kick, delivered with such speed that nobody aside from Diziara even saw her leave the ground, her heel clapped audibly into his face, sending him reeling as she landed neatly on her feet.
While all eyes were on Kinnara, Spiegel quietly slipped away to an open room, proving to be actually an empty bedroom, and he dialed the door silently closed, pulling a PADD out, and setting it to play loud, lewd and somewhat violent noises, some of them his own, as he pulled three pattern enhancers out of his pockets...
Kinnara's foe rose from the ground and looked at her, smiling again, he growled something in Klingon, and grinded his hips at her for a moment, though her calmy smiling face never wavered.
Shrav wiped the blood from his mouth. "Indeed. A nice pet you would make."
Kovalth ordered his own security men in, with a snap of his fingers. "Inspect the shipment. If you don't find what you're looking for... I've been looking to... expand my horizons," he turns to Shrav: "And those things on your head make nice handles for maneuvering you... just where I need."
Kovalth smiled, showing off his jagged teeth.
The Andorian woman, at that moment, looked up at Kovalth, her teeth bared.
Kovalth laughed. "Why, my blue beauty, I didn't know this one was special to you. Besides. I don't think you could *reach* my throat to slit it. Not even with those pretty nails of yours."
Shrav nodded to Kinnara, and makes some kind of hand gesture... eight fingers.
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
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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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While all eyes were on Kinnara, Spiegel quietly slipped away to an open room, proving to be actually an empty bedroom, and he dialed the door silently closed, pulling a PADD out, and setting it to play loud, lewd and somewhat violent noises, some of them his own, as he pulled three pattern enhancers out of his pockets...
Kinnara's foe rose from the ground and looked at her, smiling again, he growled something in Klingon, and grinded his hips at her for a moment, though her calmy smiling face never wavered.
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Kovalth ordered his own security men in, with a snap of his fingers. "Inspect the shipment. If you don't find what you're looking for... I've been looking to... expand my horizons," he turns to Shrav: "And those things on your head make nice handles for maneuvering you... just where I need."
Kovalth smiled, showing off his jagged teeth.
The Andorian woman, at that moment, looked up at Kovalth, her teeth bared.
Kovalth laughed. "Why, my blue beauty, I didn't know this one was special to you. Besides. I don't think you could *reach* my throat to slit it. Not even with those pretty nails of yours."
Shrav nodded to Kinnara, and makes some kind of hand gesture... eight fingers.
Kinnara mouthed "Outside?".
Shrav grunted softly.
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"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 ( ... )
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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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