T’larn - The Rat Pack

[Lhandon Nilsen]

((OOC: Folks, again, thanks for bearing with me. Not my best but getting caught up))

((A Bar with a name they are yet to understand, Port City of I’shal, I-Kiyo Dyson Ring ))

T'Larn had brought a small amount of peace to the proceedings. Both St'Amin and Rutto stopped their squabbling for a moment to focus upon the Vulcan, which gave Lt. Arlill a moment to interject and bring some order to the proceedings.

Arlill: Thank you T’larn

T’larn however, did not like the look Rutto gave, and shot one back to him.

St’Amin: ::looking at his tablet and punching a few buttons:: H’o’w d’u q’o’i he’l’p y’ou?

Arlill: We are looking to open trade routes and supply lines for our (beat)

The carefully placed words came next

Arlill: Our visiting fleet?

Stendhal: Yes, we're just paying a friendly visit. It's more akin to space tourism, not a hostile takeover. Don't worry!

Ah of course, the old, “we come in peace”

Rutto: Weofferingio_protectiones_frommy_thisoonne_Brutto_Hugliio_thisio_herio.

The mollusk spewed a flurry of words in a threatening tone, gesturing at the towering alien. While his body language implied an offer of protection, it carried a distinct undercurrent of intimidation.

T’Larn: I’m not sure we need protection.

St'Amin: M'y c'o'n's'o'r't'i'u'm o'f'f'e'r's l'o'g'i's't'i'c's f'o'r o'u't's'i'd'e'r's a't a s'm'a'l'l f'e'e.

Henri: oO Great, so more Ferengi to deal with. Oo

Rutto:Weo_protectiu_frommy_thisiu_tallo_onne_no_problemo_Weo_cousti_lesso_muchy_lesso_gooddo_stuffo_bettero_andy_chippiu_wealsu_mucho_handsommu_che_quelu.

The translation seemed to dovetail off, at least to T’larn

St’Amin: S't'o'p 'i't, y'o'u h'a'v's's's's 't'h'e s'a'm'e f'e'e's, y'o'u j'u's't c'a'l'l 'i't s'o'm'e't'h'i'n'g e'l's'e.

Stendhal: They seem to be competing. Well, now all we have to do is wait for the lowest price.

Rutto: Ai_havvu_besto_pricio!

Rutto said, pouring more liquor into the beautiful glasses he had brought.

T’Larn: Oh goodie, a bidding war.

St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

It was then that the most peculiar moment occurred. A series of small, anthropomorphic rats entered the room, carrying sacks full of junk. They made a few adorable little jumps and, balancing using their tails, leaped directly onto the table. Their arrival was announced by a trumpet. T'Larn had not realized that one could get trumpets so small.

Karen seemed to be in astonishment, whereas T'Larn had quietly clapped her hands in joy and allowed a smile to appear on her face. This joy erupted as one of the rats acquired a straw, which was very mindful of them, very demure, and began to drink from Karen's goblet.

T’larn: Oh they are so cheeky

St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

The newly arrived Mouseness unpacked their bundles of useless, shiny stuff onto the table. The golden metallic junk made a pretty clinking sound.

T’Larn: We must, oh my goodness!

St’Amin/Toxin/Henri: Response

Then T'Larn's eyes widened as another member of the rat pack took out his own straw and completely consumed T'Larn's entire drink. As he finished doing so, he leaned back, released the loudest belch, and rubbed his furry belly in pure contentment.

T'Larn laughed at this sight and was sure that coming down to the ring had been the right thing to do with her day.

Stendhal: Am I seeing things, or did you see that too?

Lt. Stendhal seemed preplexed.

T’Larn: Your eyes do not deceive you. ::To the Rat Pack:: You folks are just adorable.

St’Amin/Rutto/Toxin/Henri: Response

T'Larn then purchased one of their wares, which appeared to be a gold tube bent in a similar fashion to a pretzel.

T’Larn: Well when in rome as the humans say. It would be rude not to after that wonderful display.

St’Amin/Rutto/Toxin/Henri: Response

T'Larn then thought it was time to bring some order to the proceedings.

T'Larn: Now, gentlepeople, I see you both wish to do business with us. However, we're unsure exactly what you have to offer and what we can give in exchange. Why don't you, one at a time, explain what you're specifically offering—be they goods or services? Then Lt. Arlill and Lt. Stendhal can assess what we might offer in return.

St’Amin/Rutto/Toxin/Henri: Response

T’Larn: Delightful. St’Amin We shall begin with you.

St’Amin: Response

T’Larn: Lt Arlil, Lt Stendhal, what say you?

Arlill/Stendhal: Repsonse

T’Larn: And Russo, what do you have to offer?

Russo: Response

T’Larn: Once again, Lt Arlil, Lt Stendhal, what say you?

Arlill/Stendhal: Repsonse

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