Ensign Jaran Jira - Full Sentences Only, Please
Jira Jaran
((Sacred Marketplace, Ferenginar))
Storm: I don’t think anything is off the table. I even saw a billboard advertising Oomax.
Jaran: Oomax sells, they say. I guess it even sells itself.
Jira felt themself being grabbed before they even saw that it was Alex doing the grabbing. The question died on their lips as a Klingon nearly ran them down, then loomed angrily over them.
Storm: It’s our fault. We’ll be more careful next time.
Jaran: ::nervously:: Yes. Definitely careful. ::stumbling over words:: And a good... careful... you
Klingon: Why should I believe you?
Alex stared intently the Klingon for a moment, then spoke.
Storm: Because I keep my promises. And we aren’t likely to meet again.
Alex gestured to Jira to back up. They did so unquestioningly.
Jira: I think we're... just going to go and leave you to yours.
Jira began to back away, and, despite a baleful glare, the Klingon showed no signs of pursuing the matter further. They turned around after a couple steps, trusting that Alex would be behind them, and hoping that her assurances to the Klingon would be enough to defuse the situation.
Storm: Response
No gnarly hand had grabbed them by the back of the neck, so it seemed like the issue was passed. Jira had started to think a little more clearly, as well.
oO "And a good... careful... you"? Jira, you've gotta get a grip. Oo
That was embarrassing. More embarrassing than when they realised they were muttering to themselves about it, even.
But they were at the transport hub, and Jira had passage to book. They slid in through the door, and began looking for Bolians.
Jaran: Any idea where I'm going?
Storm: Response
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