PNPC Lt JG Ozdin Sambur - Cold Steel (Or Some Made-Up Sci-Fi Metal)
Chris Taylor
(Shuttle Griffin, Enroute to Andoria))
Jaran: My teeth are already chattering.
Storm: Fortunately, the wind is likely howling so loudly that we won’t be able to hear your teeth.
Sambur: A pity. I find the sound rather comforting.
H’aal stepped closer and leaned toward Cole, smiling.
H’aal: Mrs. Cole, can you ask Arrival Control whether Thoras from Customs is on duty today? If he would be, just say hello to him from me and tell him I have something to declare. ::blinks one eye::
She stared at H’aal for a moment, and blinked at him slowly after his request, not sold by his wink.
Cole: As long as I don’t end up in an Andorian jail.
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. Alex leaned over and said in a conspiratorial tone…
Storm: I think he’s referring to his Saurian Brandy.
Sambur: I don’t recall spirits being illegal here. ::Wily grin:: But what quantities of the stuff are we talking about here? Enough to celebrate our victory?
H’aal smiled before moving back to his seat and buckled himself in.
H’aal: Andoria, here we go.
Jaran: Hopefully, we'll be in and out with no complications.
Storm: And with my daughter in hand - please.
Cole: That’s our goal.
Sambur: Our cause is just.
Jiran sat back in their seat and closed their eyes.
Jaran: ::still leaning back with eyes closed:: You know, I did my internship at the Sector General on Andoria.
Storm: I didn’t know that. Did you enjoy it?
Cole: Jira, every time we chat, I learn something new.
Sambur: My folk have a saying. Conversation is the spice of life. The Universe. grand as it is to explore, can sort itself out. People are the real discovery.
H'aal: response
Jaran: No, unfortunately. I basically never left the hospital. You know how medical internships go.
Storm stood and moved to a bag she had in the back of the shuttle. She produced various pieces of gear from a second insulated shirt with a hood and other items.
Storm: Hey, I’ve been here before. I learned my lesson then when my nose nearly got frostbitten. That cold is nothing to sneeze at.
Storm: But it has been known to cause people to sneeze because it freezes the nasal lining.
Cole: Good thing we brought a doctor.
Sambur: I packed my field gear a bit light for mobility’s sake. I’m going to replicate a few more thermal blankets and an emergency heater to carry along, in case someone does get caught in the cold.
Better to have something and not need it than need it and not have it.
H'aal: Response
Jaran: I hadn't really considered it until now. The Sector General isn't anywhere near the Eastern Ice Shelf, but I may have a contact in Laibok. Is that helpful at all?
Storm: If Kona runs that way, it might be…
Her voice trailed off.
Storm: … Just…please don’t chase him into the cold with Cassie.
She looked up and a chuckle died on her lips. She started breathing in and out and lay her head in her hands, fighting for composure.
Cole: We’ll direct them into a situation that adds to the difficulty.
Sambur: That assumes we’ll have control of the terrain. Can we manage that with a team of this size?
Ozdin came prepared to use the weapon he planned to wear if the need came. But one-on-one combat was one thing and group tactics was a whole other field. One where he would gladly follow the lead of the party goldshirts.
H'aal: Response
Holding up one hand, Storm’s other covered her eyes for a five count. As she blew out one more long breath, her second hand fell.
Storm: I’m sorry…It’s just…
Her eyes went wide and a shaky smile slipped onto her lips as her head nodded. A moment later, she slipped from her seat and walked to the back of the shuttle.
Cole: Response
Sambur: You’ve endured much to be here.
H'aal/Jaran: Response
Storm: It’s just hard. I’ve been so close before. I can’t miss them again.
Alex’s head nodded twice as she spoke.
Cole: We’re on his tail and none of us want to get distracted.
Sambur: Then we won’t.
H'aal/Jaran: Response
Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, Storm turned around. With a hard swallow and a confident nod, she said…
Storm: Nat, get us on the ground. We’ve got some hunting to do.
Cole: Aye, you got it.
Cole waited for their clearance to be authorised.
Sambur: Good hunting, then.
H'aal/Jaran: Response
Cole: =/\= Central this is Starfleet shuttle Griffin, Is Thomas from the customs agent for some of companionship. =\/=
Central: We can confirm that Thomas. Is in the mail hanger.
Ozdin kept quiet so as not to interfere with the conversation with the docking authorities. To make good use of the time, he moved to the back of the shutte. To put on his own cold weather gear and replicate the items that he said he would add to his pack.
Last to go on was a Starfleet-issue scarf. Black with silver deltas knitted in diagonal rows. And Command-red tassels at both ends. It was kind of cute, he decided. He might not dump it back in the replicator when this mission was done.
H'aal/Jaran/Storm: Response
Cole: Well that may prove to be nothing, but a help.
For a side-arm, Ozdin had brought a R’ongovian knife shaped similarly to an Earth kukri. Heavy enough to function as a survival tool. Angled halfway down the one bladed edge. A shape which could slip past an opponent’s hand-guard to attack their weapon hand directly. The intent being to end a duel quickly, before he collected too many wounds himself.
After returning to his seat, he took the weapon from its fur-lined scabbard and inspected the blade. Finding it slightly unsatisfactory, he pulled a thin sharpening stone from his weapon belt and gave it a few measured swipes.
H'aal/Jaran/Storm /Cole : Response
Sambur: R’ongovian space borders the Klingon Empire, among other states. We’ve had our share of, shall we say, heated interactions. Every lawyer in the Argosy learns to defend their client with more than words and texts.
In the days before his world allied with the Federation, the diplomats who met with the Klingons came armed as well. Not for any personal love of violence, but to demonstrate that they could negotiate on Klingon terms. To the Empire’s loss, they failed to reciprocate the gesture.
H'aal/Jaran/Storm/Cole : Response
Ozdin put the stone away, and wiped any detritus from the knife before sheathing it.
Sambur: Ready to disembark.
H'aal/Jaran/Storm/Cole: Response
TAGS/TBC
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PNPC Lt JG Ozdin Sambur
As written by
Lieutenant Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12