MSNPC Lady Shadonna - Diva down!! (Tags: Zinna, Hobbs, Existing shuttle crew)
Roxanna Canipe
(( New Scotland - Port of Departure))
::Shadonna was bouncing her foot in irritation. Hobbs had said their ride would be along shortly...but it had slid way past shortly and was getting dangerously close to "eventually". She hated eventually. She dealt in the "now". Her look, her music, her...attention span...besides, Duchess was getting all nibbly. She was about to insist that Hobbes get her a refreshment when, thankfully, the doors opened, and a collection of uniformed officers strolled in. oO About time...Hmpf.Oo
Whittaker: ::He put his best foot forward and favored the chantesuse with his best diplomatic smile. :: Lady
::At his greeting, she gave a barely perceptible nod::
Hobbs: ::Tilting his head in her direction.:: We are most pleased to see you Commander.
::Although the delay had been most annoying, and was probably Hobbs fault somehow, Shadonna was genuinely pleased to see their heroic rescuers. And dressed so smartly to boot. She had a keen eye for men in uniform, and this Commander Whoever, certainly knew how to wear one. With a appreciative gaze, she smiled and her early snit was suddenly forgotten.::
Shadonna: ::raising gracefully, Duchess clutched closely:: May Manu have guided you, and Aris comforted you during your journey.
Whittaker: Lieutenant Commander Theo Whittaker, Starbase 118 Operations. We are here to transport you to Starbase 118.
Shadonna: ::dipping her head:: And for that, I am truly, and deeply, appreciative Mr. Whittaker...I am in your debt you see...::batting her lashes innocently::
Trel'lis: ::smiles graciously:: oO Here goes diplomacy and tact. Oo
Zinna: Response?
Hobbs: It is truly much appreciated.
::She shot a mildly annoyed glance towards Hobbs, had she not just said that? oO Ugh, some people are so unoriginal...Oo
::Turning her attention to the rest of the officers, Shadonna's eyes widened in unbridled joy as she settled on a familiar face. With a squeal of delight, she unceremoniously dumped Duchess into Hobbs arms and bustled past the others to clasp the hands of her former stage mate, giving the oh-so-posh double air cheek kiss.::
Shadonna: Zinna!!! Is that you?? What in the worlds are you doing in Starfleet? I haven't seen you since that music festival at Eschevar!
::In the beginning of her career, when she hadn't gained the following to be a headliner, she had participated in her fair share of festivals or opening acts. One such account, had been on the resort planet of Eschevar, where she had the pleasure of performing with the talented, and shockingly grounded Zinna.::
Zinna: Response?
Hobbs: Ah, of course! What an unexpected surprise.
Shadonna: ::bouncing up and down:: Hobbs! It's Zinna! Can you believe it? ::turning:: Darling you simply must join me on stage for a few numbers. For old times sake?
Zinna: Response?
::Her arm linked with Zinna, Shadonna followed along with the group into the shuttle. All the while, catching up and sharing music industry gossip during the short trip into the slightly cramped shuttle.::
Whittaker: :: smiling politely and motioning towards the replicator. :: This replicator will be able to provide you with anything you need Lady Shadonna. :: beat :: I have personally made sure that it is in full working order.
Shadonna: ::quietly to Zinna:: No honey, totally redone. I'm not kidding, her entire face is a Bolian playground...::glancing towards Whittaker:: Oh...what? Replicator....::making a sour face:: That is so unnatural...I only drink Andorian Mist...but...::shooting a venomous glare towards Hobbs:: Some people seem to neglect this detail...
Whittaker: Oh... I see. :: he glanced at Trel'lis and Zinna for a fraction of a second, before turning back to Zinna and Hobbs :: I'm afraid that was not communicated to us. :: he glanced at Hobbs ::
Hobbs: ::Smiling reassuringly.:: Not to worry Commander, this is one of those needs that I will be taking care of personally. We had a small unit brought on board with her desired delicacies.
Shadonna: ::tossing her hands up in exasperation:: Hobbs! You should have lead with that! You made poor Mr. Whittaker uncomfortable...
Whittaker: Starbase 118 is only three hour-
::Sliding her arm along LtCmdr Whittaker's shoulder with a playful smile::
Shadonna: Three hours...? However will I entertain myself for that long....?
Whittaker: I'm afraid this vessel cannot go any faster than Warp 5.
Hobbs: ::Looking to Shadonna:: Quite a bit faster than our own shuttle. We should have a bit of extra time at the base before the show. If you have a venue you might like to explore, we could reserve it ahead of time.
::Once again, her gaze snapped to Hobbs in a decidedly annoyed expression. Clearly she had this. Why must he always intrude into her personal space when he was not wanted??::
Shadonna: A venue I'd like to explore...? ::scoffing:: Isn't it your job to handle that sort of thing well before we arrive?
Hobbs: ::He gave Whittaker a little wink.: I'm sure these fine officers would be happy to recommend a location that-
::His annoying prattling was cut short as a sudden, violent jolt shook them all the floor. Before she knew it, she was wrapped in a cocoon of Hobbs, with Duchess squealing fearfully and burrowing her tusks into her side painfully.::
Taelon: =/\= Commander, we’re under attack by a Ferengi warship. =/\= ::pauses for a half-second:: =/\= We’re critically damaged, sir. =/\=
Whittaker: :: tapping his comm badge :: =^= Understood, take evasive action. =^= :: The pain increased tenfold and he cried out in agony as he cradled his jaw. His eyes met Zinna's and he motioned her over. in barely more than a whisper, he spoke into her ear :: My jaw is broken.... find a medkit. Tell Trel'lis to make sure Shadonna is okay.
Shadonna: ::eyes widened in fear:: Zinna...? Are...are we being..."Punked"?
::Punked had been an old Earth show that had recently been revitalized. The host, the delectable Shaston Catcher was famous for pulling devious, yet innocent little pranks on the up and up of popular culture. She had been begging Hobbs to get her on that show for months.::
Hobbs: It's ok, we just need to stay calm.
Computer: Warp core breach in 10 seconds.
::Alternating between clutching and soothing her teacup Targ attempting to quiet her squeals, if this was Punked, Shaston was getting an earful.::
Computer: Warp core ejection complete.
::The shuttle shook violently. She didn't know much about vessels of any sort, but an ejection seemed like a really bad thing.::
Trel’lis: ::groggy:: Is everyone okay? ::raises voice:: Commander? Lady Shadonna?? Mister Hobbs??
Hobbs: I...I think we’re ok. ::He looked to Lady Shadonna, still secured behind his arm.:: Are you hurt?
Shadonna: ::eyes wide and glassy:: What...what is a warp core..? Don't we need those...?
Zinna: Response?
Trel’lis: That had to be the ship I saw, enroute to New Scotland!
Whittaker: ::as pain lessens in jaw:: Possibly, but our priority now is to surv- ::the sound of a transporter beam interrupts, causing Trel’lis’ eyes to open a tad more::
Hobbs: Wait, you saw them earlier?! ::He shook his head, waving away his frustration.:: Its..Its ok. They are Ferengi. They only speak one language, Latinum. That is something I am fluent in, and I have no doubt we can come to an understanding.
Shadonna: ::nodding emphatically:: Yes, Hobbs, you do that. Give them anything they want. Quickly....
::Once Duchess had finally calmed to the point of only pitiful whimpers, there was a sudden influx of green skinned Orion's making the already cramped shuttle suffocating. Both the Targ and the Diva let out squeals of alarm, for very different reasons. Orions and Nuvians had a rather...colorful history. And not a pretty color at that..::
Whittaker: ::clambers to feet, before figures finish materializing:: My name is Lieutenant Commander Theo Whittaker from Starbase 118 Operations. You have illegally- ::large, green fist slams into Whittaker’s face, sending him backward::
Trel’lis: ::barely above a whisper:: Noooo--
::Whimpering at the fallen Commander Cutiepie, she began scooting rather quickly away. Let the others fight, that's what they were trained for...right?::
Hobbs: Okay okay, you got us. We surrender! There is no need for more violence. If she is the precious cargo you are looking for, she is more valuable to you unharmed!
Any on Shuttle/Possible Boarders: Response?
::For the first time in a rather long time, Shadonna was trying to make herself unseen. She had zero desire to be the center of anyone's attention, especially the menacing looking Orion approaching them.::
Hobbs: That’s right. ::He slowly brought himself to both feet, hands still extended.:: We can work this out. Just tell me what you’re looking for, and my people will bring it..
::Letting out a shrill cry, she suddenly stood, rage flaring in her pretty, diva face.::
Shadonna: How dare you hit Hobbs!! He is my property and I do not tolerate violence!!!
Orion: Response?
::Realizing now, was the worst possible time to find she had a shred of fondness for the fallen Hobbs, Shadonna began backing up slowly, hands held out in surrender. Something pungent filled her nostrils before everything faded to blackness::
((OOC - I am assuming they're not gonna knock out the Diva with a fist, but feel free to correct that if I am wrong.))
(( Time Jump - An Hour Later)
(( Maurauder Krayvet - Brig ))
::Her head was throbbing, she body was sore, whatever she drank the night before was not agreeing with her delicate system. She bet it was replicated water...how many times had she told Hobbs that replicated water was most unnatural, and deeply unhealthy...just as her personal health guru had reminded her time and time again. Feeling herself slightly jostled, she swore she overheard...several voices. But none of them seemed inherently familiar, so she determined the party must still be going on.::
::In her haze, she let out a tiny snicker. Hobbs hated her little targ, and the one who preceded her. Poor Duke, he contracted a very rare form of gigantism. He suddenly grew three times his normal size, became wildly aggressive, and destroyed her entire collection of couture shoes. She had been devastated of course, but Hobbes had assured her that Duchess was free from any unexpected illnesses. Still wrapped in a fog, she decided to sleep off the hangover a bit before calling Hobbs for breakfast.::
Hobbs: I don’t suppose there are any beds or mattresses in here...? ::Under his breath:: She is not going to wake up happy...oO Why couldn't they have knocked me into a coma? Oo I’m bound to get a second earful shortly.
Any: Response?
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MSNPC Lady Shadonna
As Simmed by...
Chief Medical Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
C239205ME0