[sb118-ops] LT. JG S'zurak - Hands Off the Merchandise

[Alex Leatherman]

((Quark's, Promenade, StarBase 118))

S’zurak: No one touchesss him.

Fazek: What, is he going to eat him now?!

Sylvax: Absolutely not. He’s relocating the detainee away from

civilians. That is all.

Nagazi: Who are you to speak for anyone? We are all in the same situation here.

Klingon 1: What is he going to do! He has no right to detain him like this!

S’zurak: Detain? Thisss isss my prize. I do not intend to let anyone elsse claim it. 

The other bounty hunters were too late. S’zurak had claimed the prize first. If the others wanted it now, they would have to fight him for it.

Fazek: NO customer will be CONSUMED in my bar!! Do something about this!!

The loud one shoved the clawed one forward, directly into the S’zurak’s space.

The clawed one snarled, immediately taking a defensive posture in front of the Gorn.

S’zurak snarled back and brought his claws up to defend his prize.

Instead, the spotted one who could speak Klingon flew in between the two of them.

Was he insane?

Sylvax: Stop. Everyone stop. Take a breath. No one is being harmed

right now, and no one needs to escalate this further.

Nagazi: It’s survival, Trill. I’d think carefully about what you’re doing, if I were you.

S'zurak: The ssspotted one is right. No one needs to be harmed. My businesss here is concluded.

Fazek: After this, you will be banned from the house! All of you!

The threat of becoming banned meant nothing to S’zurak. He had never been here, and had no intention of returning. Even if he did return, how would he even try to stop him?

Sylvax: You can file whatever complaints you like, Fazek. Right now,

I’m preventing further injury... to your patrons and my officers. I

suggest you let me do my job.

Fazek… That was the loud one’s name. Fazek the loud.

Nagazi: And what exactly *is* your job?

S’zurak was still feeling threatened with this Grizzela being pushed into his space. He bellowed out a loud rumble.

S'zurak: RRrrrrrrrrrrr.

Sylvax: S’zurak. Step back. That’s an order.

An order? Was the spotted one his client? He felt foolish to not even recall who he was doing this job for. He figured he could always find some documentation back on his ship, the Rovuta. 

The Rovuta was a hunter-modified trading vessel. Outfitted with a forward plasma emitter, two concealed disruptor turrets, and low-yield concussion missiles. It would have its hold modified to transport his prisoners.

Yet he couldn’t remember where it was docked.

Sylvax: You’re escalating this. I need you to release him. Now.

The spotted one seemed to behave as one with authority would. S’zurak didn’t remember him.

S'zurak: I am not ssscared of you.

Sylvax: Ensign Nagazi... look at me.

Nagazi: Ensign?

Sylvax: Help me get him clear. Medical transport posture only. No

restraints unless I say otherwise.

Nagazi: I do not understand what is happening here, but I will help you.

Sylvax: S’zurak. You’re not hunting. You’re assisting medical. Release

him and stand down.

Nagazi: S’zurak, I do not know who these people are, or why we are here, but I think we should trust this man.

S’zurak felt his inner walls crumble. Why did he feel compelled to join them? Also he hadn’t the chance to consider, but why was he wearing the same pajamas as them? The others had pips on their necks. S’zurak felt two on his. What was going on here? Whatever it was, seemed to be more than a routine hunt. Perhaps he should humor these others for a while so he can gather his bearings. He could easily find his prey again. That he was confident in.

S’zurak: ::breathing deeply:: I am not ssure. oO Was the Grizzela helping him on the hunt? Or was he helping someone else? Unsure. Oo

S’zurak stepped back non threateningly while considering his uniform.

Fazek:?

Nagazi: He’s Starfleet. If we help him, maybe *he* can help *us*.

Sylvax: Response

S’zurak: Very well. I will comply… For now. But do not mistake this as a victory. 

As a condition of his surrender, S’zurak snapped at Fazek, flashing his teeth in a deliberate attempt to unsettle him.

Fazek: Responses

S’zurak: Perhapsss it is best to talk and get sssome answersss. Are we working together? And where is my ship?

Sylvax/Nagazi/Fazek: Response?

S’zurak: Me? Tactical officer? ::turning to Nagazi:: I do not recall any Ssstarfleet training.

Sylvax/Nagazi/Fazek: Response?

Lieutenant JG S'zurak

Tactical Officer

Starbase 118 Ops

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