LT Tamio K'Wara - Exclusive Eyecandy Ensemble

[LT Tamio K'Wara]

(( Private Docking Platform - Jubel Fahr Resort, Noizán District, Tarahong ))

Tarahong was a marvel. Ensign Tamio had been overwhelmed by the size and scale and abundance of Starbase 118 when they were first assigned to one of its support ships, but even that - the massive station situated at the geopolitical crossroads of the three largest intergalactic governments - paled in comparison to the opulence of this place. The neon sunset wasn’t visible to Tamio’s naked eye at the moment, obscured by dozens and dozens of skyscrapers that all had their own neon lighting and billboards, but the sky told them of its hue and the silvery ocean beneath the skyscrapers shimmered as every light seemed to fight for a chance to be reflected upon its surface.

It was breathtaking.

K’Wara: I’m gonna make a painting of this someday.

Munro: Really? That’s high praise. If the artist in you would rather paint then that is up to you. As long as you understand that I am dressed for dancing and that is what I intend to do. 

So aghast at her accusation was Tamio that they looked back at her with mock indignation at the suggestion that they would ever turn down a chance to party.

K’Wara: Please, partying always comes first. Some of my best work is done when wantonly inebriated, I’ll have you know.

Munro: Then I need to get you very drunk before I let you sculpt me.

A feat that shouldn’t be too difficult, they imagined, but before they could comment on that, they watched as someone truly spectacular walked up behind Ava. The Ferengi was dressed in an amazing suit and with the snazziest piercings Tamio had seen in a while.

Knowing Ava’s excellent taste in friends, this had to be the one she’d mentioned.

K’Wara: Ah, don’t look now, Ava, but I do believe your friend is incoming.

Munro: Boka! 

Just as Ava turned to greet the Ferengi, he reached out his arms to embrace her and then lifted her clean off of her feet. Okay, not clean, it was very clumsy and evidently with some difficulty, but it was a heartwarming scene regardless, even if the Ferengi seemed to sorely need some massage afterwards.

Boka: :: huffs :: Wow … 

Munro: We’re not teenagers anymore. Put me down before you drop me.

Boka did as requested before giving Ava the onceover with an inspecting glance, and if he hadn’t earned Tamio’s subspace communication address already simply by virtue of his fantastic style, his following comments would’ve more than done the trick.

Boka: :: inspection complete :: This is how you decide to come to the most illustrious planet in the sector? :: rolls his eyes :: Not even a splash of colour? No skin? You look like you’ve come to work the doors, Ava! :: turns to K’Wara :: Now you look like a statue I need to own :: turns to Ava :: I’m glad you’ve continued the tradition of having interesting friends. 

Tamio smirked coyly as Boka extended an arm towards them, which they took before doing a quick pirouette beneath it, allowing him to wash his eyes free of the monochrome modesty with which Ava conducted herself.

Boka: I’m the first of her harem of colourful hedonists. I’m Boka and you must be Tamio K’Wara?

‘Harem of Colorful Hedonists’. Why, if that wasn’t just the most marvelous thing Tamio had ever heard! They released Boka’s arm as they finished their twirl, staring at her with wide felinoid eyes.

K’Wara: Ava, you have a harem, and didn’t think to tell me? I’m hurt. ::winks at Boka:: But yes, that would be me. Ava spreading gossip about me already?

Boka’s expression kept fewer secrets than his words did, and it was readily apparent that he’d heard enough to form his own opinions on Tamio.

Boka: Any friend of Ava’s is a friend of mine :: whispers conspiratorially :: Even if I still hate her for getting me kicked out of the Academy. .

Munro: :: to K’Wara :: That’s not true.

In spite of Boka’s repeated attempt at slandering her honor, Ava seemed delighted to see him, and Tamio nodded. They would give her no shortage of grief for her uninspired clothing choices, but she was a damned good judge of character.

K’Wara: Truth or not, there’s a story waiting to be memorialized here.

Boka: Truth is interpretation. Anyway, Starfleet and I mutually agreed in my third year at the Academy that we were completely and irreparably incompatible :: glances at Ava then leans towards K’Wara mischievously :: I’ll spare you the details. For now.

Tamio pouted playfully, making it very apparent to them both that they fully intended to get whatever interesting tale this was, which was likely what prompted Ava to opt for a change of topic. Not exactly a stellar way to profess your own innocence there.

Munro: Boka, stop playing around and tell us what we have in store? 

Boka: That’s very much up to you, but I did take the liberty of gathering up a few choices :: looks to Ava :: I know dancing will be the first stop for you :: to K’Wara :: She always wants to dance when she’s heartbroken. 

K’Wara: Please tell me she also wants to dance at other times, or I’ll fear I’ve been conned here by a bore!

Boka: You will need the cunning of a Boglynx and the ferocity of a Mugaatu to drag her off of the dancefloor once she finds it. She was the terror of the night when we were in the Academy.

Munro: Response

Boka: Well, we simply can't have that. ::gestures:: Come right this way.

All this talk about the Ava that once made the nightlife her home and hearth made Tamio recall something and they sidled up next to Ava as Boka started leading them to one of the numerous floating discs.

K’Wara: So, talk to me of this harem of yours, Ava. Considering my most recent promotion to ‘fun friend’, I hope you’ll be able to tell me what number I get in this exclusive eyecandy ensemble?

Boka: ::clicks his tongue as he wags a finger:: Now now, that depends on your performance tonight. It has a very serious ranking system.

Munro: Response

Tamio smirked.

K’Wara: Do not underestimate the lengths I’ll go to for a fancy title. I’m a pilot; we’re practically required to be volatilely superficial and vain.

Boka: ::escorts Ava and Tamio onto the disc:: You’ve come to the right place then.

The Disc set into motion as the three of them arrived at it, floating with a lackadaisical buoyancy around the monolithic neon spires, the colors from the billboards seemingly refracting through the concave glass surface they were being carried by. Boka cleared his throat before holding up two small holographic projectors in either hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the projectors displayed small bubbles showcasing potential first stops.

Boka: Knowing Ava’s appetite for dance, look no further than the soft neon glow of Club Aong-Za; The bass is low, the prices are high, and the atmosphere is electric! They pump pure oxygen and mild pheromones directly into the ventilation system to ensure everyone’s charged for a good time, and if you need a bit of liquid courage, they have a submerged bar area to enjoy a good cocktail while cooling off your feet in the refreshing currents. :: looks to the other projection:: If you’re more in a mood to not hear the sound of the latinum in your pocket - if so, I know a fantastic psychiatrist with only slightly extortionate prices - I also recommend the Polarian, a penthouse crystalscape nightclub, where the only thing that outshines you are the dozens of reflecting crystals holding up the roof. The music is so wanton that they have to replace their entire room full of windows and pay exorbitant public disturbance fees every night, but that’s how you know the party was a good one, mh?

oO I love this place Oo

Munro: Response

TAG/TBC

LT Tamio K’Wara

Chief of Operations

USS Artemis-A

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