((Interior. Shor's Shoals. Casperia Prime.))
Tro'k: Would you mind some extra company?
Collins: Mister Tro'k! Of course, of course! Please! Join us! Have a drink should you wish!
The Chief Scientist casually pointed his way.
Collins: Jacin Ayemet, may I introduce Mister Tro'k? Another recent arrival to us and someone with wonderful taste in gagh, come to mention it!
He gave a gruffly curt nod, which was offset somewhat by the large grin on his face.
Tro'k: Tro'k, son of Bk'na. KDF exchange officer, Ops.
A few button taps later and Commander Collins was ready to do, whatever he was about to do, which involved a microphone.
Collins: This is...an old favorite...
A few more movements from the lanky and tall man, and a song that sounded much unlike anything Tro'k would purposefully listen to began to play. But Quentin seemed to enjoy it. Or so his smile seemed to indicate.
Collins: Thought that I was going craaaa-zay/
Just havin' ONE of those days, yeah/
Didn't know whaaat to dooooo/
Then there was yooooooOOOu!
Quentin seemed to be pointing towards the general direction of the bar.
Collins: Then everything went from WRONG to RIGHT/
And the stars came out and filled up the sky/
The music you were playin' really BLEW my mind/
It was LOVE (love) at first sight!
While still not Tro'k's kind of music, there no was denying the admirable passion and emotion in the man's performance.
((Some time later))
Collins: It...it's s-something like that....
Tro'k joined in the applause, as it seemed to be the polite thing to do, and Commander Collins had indeed given it his all.
Tro'k: It was a very spirited performance.
Tro'k: I don't know. I doubt that they have any Klingon Thrash Metal.
Tro'k guffawed, doubling over in laughter.
Tro'k: Oh no, Klingon Opera is for old men!
PNPC Lieutenant Tro'k
Klingon Defense Force, Quarter Master's Corps.
Exchange Officer to the USS Arrow (Ops)
As simmed by:
- Lieutenant Commander Artinus Serinus
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