MSNPC Khorra - Uninvited Guests

[Hannah S]

(( Orion Mining Rig - Temurian Outpost ))

Even though these strangers did everything to fool her, Khorra knew they weren't just unsuspecting traders. Not a single merchant had ever arrived on a Klingon battle ship, risking their own life in order to buy some minerals. 

No. They were out for something else. 

McLaren: Now see... if we hadn't been shot at on our way here... I'd be much more inclined to depart peacefully…

S’zurak: It’sss madnesss out there. It must be much safer in here. We’ll take our chancesss.

Munshi: We’re just trying to balance our books, friend. There’s no need to make this complicated.

A Human. A Gorn. A former Borg-drone. What kind of circus was in town? Korra's hand clenched tightly around her blade. 

McLaren: Instead Im much more inclined to ask just what youre doing out here... thats so secretive that your friends out there tried to atomize us... and that youre so ready to draw down over.

S’zurak: You won’t even notice usss. We’ll jussst blend in and mind our own businesss.

She wasn't sure if the Gorn had a sense of humour or was simply suicidal. 

Khorra: None of this is your business. You are standing on the private property of a powerful man you don't want as your enemy. 

Munshi: ::Stepping slightly to the side to get a better angle on the deeper hangar deck:: Look, we have the credits to pay a premium for a peaceful departure. Why settle for a firefight when you can settle for a full cargo bay and no dead bodies?

McLaren: I'm sure neither of us wishes to fight... perhaps theres a more amenable solution we can arrive at? One that benefits both of us?

Khorra: ::through clenched jaws:: The solution is... that you leave.

She could feel the unrest among her crew. They were hungry: Hungry for some confrontation. More and more Temurians had noticed what was going on - they were scooted away by a few of her men, but the tension in the hangar grew. They had to get this under control as quickly as possible. 

Munshi: ::Softly, barely a whisper over the private channel to McLaren and S’zurak:: The Temurians behind her aren't armed. They look terrified. Whatever she's talking about, she's holding those workers hostage to meet it. If we push, we might get them killed. We need a distraction.

S’zurak: ::Whispering back:: Noted. Let’ssssee what we can do.

Khorra narrowed her eyes, unsure what they were talking about - she knew they couldn't just shoot a bunch of civilians - but she was getting impatient. 

McLaren: This is a mine correct? Surely you have raw materials just waiting to be sold and might like to make some extra latinum to subsidize your business here?

S’zurak: Yesss, perhapsss a tour can be arranged?

The Gorn seemed to move, but another looming Nausicaan was quick to step in his way.

Khorra: This is a private venture. We do not sell to minor parties.

Munshi: ::Maintaining his focus on the corridor, his heart rate steadying as he prepared to engage:: If we can just move past the posturing, we could make this very profitable for everyone involved. What do you say, Khorra? A clean trade, no blood, no incidents?

She felt the eyes of her crew lingering on her. She knew they were tired and longing for a break - maybe even longing for a piece of the cake. For a split second, her gaze snapped around the crew. By now she knew these people wouldn't leave without trouble - she let out a small, tense breath. 

Khorra: ...what is it you want? 

Munshi: ::Subtly adjusting his sleeve to reveal a sliver of his PADD interface:: Sol, if you look at the pressure vents to her left, the thermal exchange is spiking. They’re running a bypass on the main grid to keep those singularities from rupturing the entire asteroid. If I trigger a surge in that cooling array, the local pressure will drop, and the containment field will force an emergency shutdown. It’ll give us the distraction we need, but we’ll have about ten seconds of total chaos before the failsafes kick in.

S’zurak: oO If there even are failsafes Oo ::quietly to Alok:: Can you manage that?

She could feel something was going on - more and more Temurians were stopping in their way towards the mines and lingered around. Curious, cat-like glances towards the commotion. Khorra turned towards her crew and hissed:

Khorra: ::towards her men, hissing:: Get them away from here! 

Two crew-members started shoving the Temurians away, reminding them where their place was. Khorra took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Khorra: I can offer you 200 kilograms of liquid Platinum for a good price. That is, if you turn around and leave - and never look back. 

McLaren: Response?

Munshi: ::Glancing at the PADD, then up at the dimly lit hangar ceiling where the primary vent controls were located, whispering to Sol:: I’m locking onto the primary cooling intake. The architecture of this rig is brittle; if I force the vent to open, the pressure differential will suck the oxygen right out of the room. It’ll stop them dead, but it won't be pretty.

S’zurak: Dead…?

McLaren: ?

Khorra: Five bars of latinum. 

She could feel the excitement in her back - maybe her crew would have the first proper dinner in ages tonight. 

The Gorn stepped up again.

S’zurak: About that tour… Is now a good time?

He took a few steps deeper into the mine, only to be pushed back immediately by her old Nausicaan friend Krozh.

Krozh: Where do you think you're going?

Khorra: Krozh! ::she glared at the Borg-woman, who clearly was in charge:: Get your people under control, and I will control mine. Do we have a deal or not? 

McLaren/Munshi: Response?

S’zurak: These ::searching for something to talk about:: walls… are very… intricate. oO If you’re going to do something Alok, do it now! Oo

Krozh drew his blade. 

Krozh: Do you think you're funny?!

Movement went through the crew. Two men stepped up to Krozh, also drawing their weapons - a female Nausicaan and another man stayed right behind Khorra, unsure what to do. 

Khorra: Stop this immediately!

But it was too late - Krozh drew back his fist, ready to throw the first punch. Anger und fury rushed through Khorra's chest - 

McLaren/Munshi/S'zurak: Response?

She drew her blade - but it was too late, her crew had already jumped into action, circling around the Gorn who Krozh foolishly tried to wrestle. He had always been too hot-headed - but who would care about that when she had to explain why they had three dead civilians on their mining rig?! She would pay for this, with her own head and marriage. A furious scream emitted from her throat.

Khorra: Enough! 

McLaren/Munshi/S'zurak: Response?

(OOC: feel free to write for Krozh or any other NPCs - or blow up the space, whatever feels best haha!) 

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Khorra of Clan Taar
Orion Enforcer

as simmed by

Lt. Commander Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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