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strmscalm: ::stands impatiently in the TR, sweating in her dress uniform::
Trekibilia: Host X> ::surveys the dining room::gestures to some scurrying uhlans to shift some chairs::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: ::Intent on remaining where she knew she would not be in the way, or be in harm's way, Nnea had decided to remain behind to meditate. She was not interested in ship politics, anyhow, and did not need the negative influences
strmscalm: ((ownzed))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: clouding her aura. Unless the Enarrain requested that she go, she'd remain in her quarters.::
Aensai TLiss: ::In his quarters straightening his uniform, his brown hair combed till it gleams, his boot shined till you can see your reflection in them. Satisfied that all is in order he leaves and heads for the TR::
TrIsmail: ::heads on over to Hteij room in dress uniform::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::glances at one of the scurrying uhlans:: Bring out our finest cask of ale. ::who salutes and scurries off::
strmscalm: ::stands resolutely::
Aensai TLiss: ::He heads down the corridor at a brisk firm pace his dark eyes ahead at attention then enters the TR and executes a smart salute to the Enarrain:: Arrain tr'Khnialmnae reportig as ordered Rekkhai
Aensai TLiss: ::The only sign he had been hurt earlier that day was a limp he did very well to conceal. It comparrison to previous pains this is minor.::
Ookami Kuro: ::inclines his head sparely toward Aensai:: Are you quite certain there's no way out of this, ihhei? ::glancing back toward Ael::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Having been transported aboard the command ship earlier, Jhu arrived for the dinner earlier than normal to survey the room. She was well dressed, as usual, though her style had changed drastically.::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::glancing toward the subcommander of his vessel:: I wish there were some way out of this. But I just know that t'Vecj would take offense if I didn't follow tradition.
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> More of that passive-aggressive tone all over her reports...
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Once in business-type clothing, she now wore nothing but the finest of fabrics. Her provocative ways had not changed in the slightest, however, as she refused to conform to military fashion.::
strmscalm: ::turns to K'Yele:: Don't I wish. But if we don't go...
TrIsmail: ::arrives in Hteij room:: Ihhei. ::slight bow::
strmscalm: They'll think we're insolent, or hiding something. Or worse, unwilling to work with the fleet.
strmscalm: ::inclines head to Telar::
Doctor Tafv: t'Radaik>::Now back in the medical bay she thinks of the deception of Tafv. She had not liked him. But then this was his brother. She goes to check on Taev who is recovering well::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::nods to her commander:: Not that her opinion will count for much in your record, but one never knows when she'll take advantage of her next stint as national hero.
strmscalm: Make sure you're all unarmed.
Trekibilia: ((::wants to stab all the people screaming on the green outside in the face with forks::))
TrIsmail: ::exchanges glances with Aensai at this, makes a face, sets kaleh and ie'yaak aside, heaves very audible sigh::
TrIsmail: As au command Ihhei ...
Aensai TLiss: ::He remained at attention listening - of curse his disruptor - he had gotten a new one from the armory in its holster. He listens. A fancy dinner is not at all to his liking but then he is not hear to do all his liking::
strmscalm: ::sees that everyone is ready::
strmscalm: ACTION:::The Hnoiyika crew beamed aboard::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> Don't underestimate the Enarrain of the Hnoiyika. ::Jhu commented to the two commanders as she approached their hosts. Her smile was slightly wicked in nature.:: She tends to have a way of
Hfai Nnea Liorae: turning the situation to her benefit.
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::glances toward Jhu'Caevra, and his face brightens a bit at the style of dress. He's not known to be the most progressive-minded of commanders when it comes to gender issues::
strmscalm: ((Is that a polite way of saying he thinks with his other head?))
Ookami Kuro: ((Well, it -was-.))
Aensai TLiss: ::His expression remains calm, at attention. Upon dematerialization his dark eyes quickly san the room they have appreared in taking in all its occupents, all exits and all possible spots of concealement::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::looks over at Jhu dryly, wondering why she felt the need to rephrase what she just said::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::glances over at the Khre'Riov, then back to Jhu, and turns resignedly to the doorway to await the Hnoiyika crew::
Ookami Kuro: ::glances to Aensai, and touches his arm as they rematerialize:: <q> Socially awkward as this may be, we are among allies. Relax.
TrIsmail: ::evqw:: All the same Rekkhai with allies like this ... ::leaves thought unfinished::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::moves to the table and pulls out the chair right next to his own, nodding to Jhu:: Please, please, take a seat.
strmscalm: ::loosens jaw:: Well put, Daise'Erei'Riov. An excellent perspective to keep in mind.
Trekibilia: Mid-ranking Crew Member> ::bows to the crew as they materialize in the TR:: Welcome. The Khre'Riov awaits in the officers' mess.
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::She gave the Khre'Riov one of her famous smiles and nodded to him, gathering her robes about her and settling gracefully into the chair. Her posture exceptional, she waved a hand about at the messhall.:: 
Aensai TLiss: Ie Rekkhai ::He responds softly but such is easier said then done. He prefers to be on the ready. He takes on a slughtly calmer exterior but he is no less alert::
strmscalm: ::returns the bow:: Hann'yyo. 
strmscalm: ::walks past him through the door::
Trekibilia: MCM> This way, if you please... ::gestures to the door and walks out slightly sideways::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> You've a fine hand at decorating. Though I think it a bit lavish for the circumstances. I seriously doubt any of them will appreciate it.
Ookami Kuro: ::follows after his Enarrain, also brushing by MCM::
Trekibilia: MCM> ::strides quickly to catch up with Ael and attempt to regain the lead::
strmscalm: ((Its Ael and three men...Hm.))
TrIsmail: ::follows as well::
Trekibilia: ((Did you want to have a female XO so there could be rampant lesbian supertext?))
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> I am glad that someone from that ship has the taste to notice, in that case. I've also brought out our best ale, if you'll drink? ::as if on cue, an uhlan brings in the cask::
Ookami Kuro: ((Supertext.. heh.))
strmscalm: ((My exact thought as well. See? I don't _need_ a female when I have Mr. Slash!))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> Ie. I would love to sample it. ::Another gracious nod to him, her lush lashes fluttering somewhat.::
Trekibilia: MCM> ::weakly ushers the group through the halls and to the door of the messhall::
Trekibilia: MCM> ::panting slightly, he presses the chime at the door::
Aensai TLiss: ::He follows quietly behind them all, taking in all and revealing nothing. He is bored already. He keeps his mind busy with possible ambush scenerios in his mind - what wou;d he do if his actions were less then honorable::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::moves to the door at the sound of the chime::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::clears his throat slightly, dispensing frothy ale into a glass for Jhu.. At the sound of the chime, his expression darkens:: It seems our other guests have arrived. ::and he offers the glass::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::glancing back at the table for some sign of command, she opens the door::smiles to the four Hnoiyikans:: Welcome. ::bows very slightly::
strmscalm: ::bows, smiling genuinely at the subcommander:: Hann'yyo. We are honored to be here.
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Swirling the ale about in her glass, she delicately lifted it to her lips and tipped it up for that first marvelous taste. The corners of her mouth lifting in amusement at the commander's tone, her dark brown
Ookami Kuro: ::bows slightly as well, flanked by Telar and Aensai::
strmscalm: ;:then looks past her at the distracted Enarrain, and....Jhu:: ::lets out a breath::
strmscalm: ((God, we're like the yakuza))
Aensai TLiss: (Yakuza?)
TrIsmail: ::remembers a line from a Lloann'na officer and thinks, Hrrau a fvai's eye ...::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: shifted to the door to view the newest arrivals. She gave Ael a smile and rose from her chair as they entered.::
Trekibilia: Sub> Oh, the honor is ours. Please, your seats are right this way. ::gestures to the table and steps in line behind them to take her seat last::
strmscalm: ((The Japanese mafia))
strmscalm: Jhu. ::inclines head:: I heard you were out in this part of space. How good to see you.
Ookami Kuro: (("I am very honored to be here. ::gives daikirai stare::" "You are welcome of course. ::returns gaze in shine fashion::"))
TrIsmail: ::sees Jhu, stifles a gasp ... raises brow quizzically::
Aensai TLiss: ::Can barely restrain a sigh at the sight of Jhu - he is not too fond of her but then one is not very fond of someone who - whatever - still he did his duty. He took in the entire room lest something happen. In his mind he was 
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::stands once the Hnoiyikans are within, and raises a glass of ale:: My dear comrades in arms, welcome. Please, have a seat and make yourselves comfortable.
Aensai TLiss: creating scenarios - if he wanted to kill everyone how would he do it and then what could the defenders do to stop the said attack. This he was actually enjoying.::
strmscalm: ((Jhu is already sitting, where?))
Ookami Kuro: ((Beside the Khre'Riov.))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: ( Yep )
Trekibilia: ((::challenges Ael to a pit fight to decide who sits on his other side::))
strmscalm: ((Left or right?))
strmscalm: ((I assumed, my lady subcommander, that you would take the oppposite head of the table from your Khre'Riov))
Trekibilia: ((And here I was gonna call it the foot...))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::With another secret smile aimed at Ael, her gaze traveled over those that arrived with her.:: It is a pleasure to see my comrades of the Hnoiyika once again. A shame it had to happen in space. I've only just
Hfai Nnea Liorae: discovered the delights of ch'Rihan.
strmscalm: ((Oh, yes. You are correct))
Doctor Tafv: Maenek t'Radaik>::Seeing that her patent is recovering very well she returns to the office. She knows Aensai was among those beamed over and is worried. 
strmscalm: You're not afraid we'll dump you back across the border are you? ::smiles politely at Jhu::
Doctor Tafv: This is more or less a quite time for her as sje pnly has one patient now. She goes to work on an inventory report to see what the ship needs::
strmscalm: ::moves to sit at the left of the Khre'Riov::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::motions an Uhlan to wait on the Enarrain:: Would you take ale, my dear Enarrain t'Vecj?
strmscalm: ::to the Khre'Riov::Let me introduce my crew.
Aensai TLiss: ::He waited respectfully until all the higher ranking officers are seated before he does::
strmscalm: Certainly. ::nods to the Uhlan::
Trekibilia: Sub> ::makes sure everyone is seated, then pulls out her own chair at the opposite head of the table::settles into it, drawing it closer to the table::surveys the layout::
Ookami Kuro: ::sits beside Ael, shaking his head at the offer by another uhlan of ale and remaining quiet::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Settling into her seat once more, she leaned back in her chair, long legs crossing beneath the table. She was, however, still showing quite a bit more skin than anyone else. Her low-cut gown and slitted robes
Hfai Nnea Liorae: did little to hide the fact she was a healthy, young woman.::
TrIsmail: ::sits next to Jhu:: 
strmscalm: This is Daise'Erei'Riov K'Yele tr'Woodlock, my subcommander. ::glances at his expression and quickly moves on:: El'Arrain Telar tr'Isma'il, my Daise Tactical Officer, and Aensai tr'K(something), my h'fai.
Aensai TLiss: ::He is hungry but he waits his turn. Sitting firmly at attention his gray eyes do not approve of Jhu and her style of dress but it can only been seen in his eyes and one must look deep into them to see it::
Aensai TLiss: tr'Khnialmnae
strmscalm: ::though sitting directly across from Jhu, stares down the table at her crew in turn, then the subcommander, as not to face her::
TrIsmail: ( ::copies and pastes Aensai's name into Ael's remark:: )
Ookami Kuro: ::nods as he is introduced::
TrIsmail: ::nods also::
Aensai TLiss: ::Nods when his name comes up. His mothers gray eyes, his fathers face only narrower. He is taller and leaner as well but he is clealy his fathers son. When offered Ael he accepts but does not drink from it. He wants to keep a clear
Aensai TLiss: head and feigns drinking from the glass just for the illusion.::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Her gaze flitting to the Hnoiyikans, she gave Telar a slight smile, but did not speak to him. Instead, she lifted her ale for another small sip, her attention fixed upon Ael across from her. Surely that stare
TrIsmail: ( Ael's ale? )
Hfai Nnea Liorae: would bore a whole into the other woman.::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> This is my Subcommander, Enarrain t'Jas, my head of security, General Chang ::with a nod from him::, and my h'fai, Secsi t'Mynks. ::something of a nod from her::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> And I believe you know Jhu'Caevra, of course.
Trekibilia: Sub> ::nods to each of them::
Trekibilia: ((.... I'm ashamed to be a part of this crew. Do I have an iron bikini on under my uniform?))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::A flicker of a smile was offered to the Khre'Riov and she nodded slightly at his introduction, her attention never leaving Ael for long.::
TrIsmail: (( but of course you do, just like Carrie Fisher in Return of the Jedi ))
TrIsmail: (( bottom part doubles as a Rihannsu chastity belt ;) ))
Trekibilia: Sub> ::shifts uncomfortably in her seat::maintains her bland facade, however, as she surveys a menu::
Aensai TLiss: ::He can see Jhu's focus on the Enarrain and he does not like this fixation, He does not know her intentions but if they are indeed less then honorable::
Trekibilia: ((Then clearly you're thinking of the wrong iron bikini.)
TrIsmail: (( and you have no sensayuma ))
strmscalm: ::sees the command carrier is full of outlandish lunatics::begins to feel less threatened::
strmscalm: ::then, in turning her gaze from subcommander to commander, comes full face to Jhu::
TrIsmail: ::wonders, in the back of his mind, how a Khre'Riov has a Daise'Dheno with the same name as that Kll'inghan that tried to frame Kirrhk and Makkhoi years ago::
strmscalm: Tell me, Khre'Riov, what kind of work we'll be doing here in ch'Rihan space?
strmscalm: I've been away from home so long, I am concerned about adapting to something more rigorous.
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Her expression was not smug, but simply pleasant. Not curious, but knowing. Her eyes lingered for a moment before shifting to her ale again. One hand placed atop her crossed leg, she settled back to listen.::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::smiles thinly as uhlans bring in the food:: About the same as you did on the border. We patrol Eisn space, and are on call in case of any intrusion.
strmscalm: ::and by rigorous, she meant, tight-fisted and spied upon::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> But as you can guess, very few threats can penetrate into our glorious Empire this far, so the job involves more politics than true military command.
strmscalm: ::but she didn't want to give the impression their work was less important, and therefore insulting::
Aensai TLiss: ::His eyes scan the menu. He listens carefully comminting all said to memory.::
strmscalm: ::innocently:: In what way?
TrIsmail: ::casts a glance over at Ael at the Khre'Riov's remark ... an "uh-oh" one::
strmscalm: ::winks at Telar::
TrIsmail: ::nods imperceptibly::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::shrugs slightly:: Of course, our position here is of extreme importance, but it is far more subtle than the blast-and-dash you must have faced out on the frontier.
TrIsmail: Subtlety is our middle name, Rekkhai.
strmscalm: ::laughs lightly:: Indeed. We must trade in our scimitars for...::glances at Jhu's body unbidden:: fine silks.
Aensai TLiss: ::He moves slightly in his seat his sore leg giving him pain his slight change of positon made discreate. When the food comes he is actually very hungry. He has not eaten since the morning before::
strmscalm: And hopefully not let our borderland ways embarass us in the process.
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> Yes.. <q> among others... </q> But please, why do we not partake of the delicious food and drink? ::He motions for the uhlans to start serving::
strmscalm: I hope it is all right, Khre'Riov, if we simply follow your lead?
Trekibilia: ((Mmm... HTML speech tags.... ::pets the new depth of geekiness we have achieved::))
strmscalm: ::lifts a fork::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::raises his glass:: May the Elements bless those at this table and our mission. ::a draught::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::Was that a feather light touch upon Ael's leg just then? Surely it was just her imagination. Jhu was gazing at the Khre'Riov again, lifting her glass to his toast with a slight smile.:: 
strmscalm: ::lifts glass:: To the squad, to the galae!
strmscalm: ::takes a long gulp
strmscalm: ::
Aensai TLiss: ::He lifted his glass in the toast then feigned taking a drink.::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> To strength in the Empire. ::Her own toast, said with another of those curious smiles just before she took a drink.::
Ookami Kuro: ::lifts his own glass of water, and sips::
strmscalm: ::studiously digs in::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::begins eating as well, with a couple glances every now and again at Jhu::
Doctor Tafv: Maenek t'Radaik>::She left the medical bay and started for her quarters thinking on her orders from another Khre'Riov. Who and why would anyone want to kill Eriss. Was it related to Taev? Would Aensai be next?::
TrIsmail: ::lifts glass and downs drink::
Aensai TLiss: ::He is very hungry and eats in the manner of a young man who has not eaten in two days but with a respectfullness to his manner. He is still a military officer after all::
TrIsmail: ::begins eating::
Doctor Tafv: Maenek t'Radaik>::She goes to visit Tafv again - this time to talk of House Khnialmnae. She does not expect much information to be revealed but goes nonetheless. She has to try::
Hfai Nnea Liorae: Jhu'Caevra> ::A utensil in her slender fingers, she picks through her foot in delicate fashion, only taking a morsel now and again. Her appetite was more for the ale in her glass. She finished off her first portion and held
strmscalm: ((2 minute warning!))
Hfai Nnea Liorae: her glass for one of the servants to refill. Gaze sliding to the Khre'Riov, she gave him a brilliant smile.:: I must commend you on your choice of drinks, Commander. There is nothing finer.
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::samples food from culinary disciplines all over the Empire, prepared specially by the mothership's several chefs::
TrIsmail: ::is particularly fond of the vineriine::
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::turns to give a polite smile to Jhu, though his eyes drift:: I am glad to hear you approve.
strmscalm: Khre'Riov, it is an honor to eat at your table. Neither my replicators nor my humble estate planetside have anything this fine to offer.
strmscalm: ::lifts glass:: 
Ookami Kuro: Khre'Riov> ::turns and lifts his glass as well. His eyes seem not to wish to depart from Jhu's figure, but they do:: Only the finest for my esteemed guests.
Aensai TLiss: ::the only times he has eaten this well were when he was home - away from school and that rare or visiting his friend Aehkhifv or when attending functunaries his father dragged him too. Aensai had always hated those official dinners
TrIsmail: ::lifts glass:: I'll drink to that ... and eat, as well. ::grins::
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