Trill-ing Adventures!

Posted on 11 Apr 2016 @ 11:40am by Lieutenant JG Cyrin Xanth & Lieutenant JG Lenaris Marika & Crewman Apprentice Sigrid Thelin

1,194 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 10 - Symposium
Location: Trill, Mak'ala, some cute district
Timeline: Episode 10, MD 31 Early afternoon

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The corner the boys stood at, had been constructed to emulate a Parisian front. Small boutiques and beverage shops, flower stands and painted murals. A petite waitress gracefully made her way through a forest of customers, tray high above her head like a flower in bloom, balancing more plates and glasses than one ought to.

"I know we're on Trill....but I swear Cyrin...I swear we're in Paris. Why do other worlds feel so much need to replicate parts of Earth cities? Why not stay true to the culture and let visitors get a taste of what life here is like?" Rheneas looked around and frowned. "Why are we waiting in this place, why not something closer to your home?"

"But Paris is nice though," Cyrin countered. He looked around appreciatively at the scene that had been constructed, inhaled the alien - to him - aromas of cappuccino and baked goods that wafted through the air as the server made her way close by them. "Anyways, the ladies said they wouldn't be too long. And I wouldn't mind trying one of these...how do you say that word? Éclair? They look really tasty, though I'm not sure it'd be so good on my diet."

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Cyrin and Rhenaes talk, while waiting on the girls. Do the talking! And perhaps the spotting! But do it!


From the slender alleyway, two similarly slender feminine forms could be seen making their way with haste. Such haste, it almost seemed like they were running. Further behind, the angry silhouette of a Klingon warrior could be spotted giving chase. A mixture of angry shouts, and laughter made their way before their owners did.

As the lead lady neared to the end of the alley, her contagious laughter hit the ears of bystanders full on. Spotting their friends, the two women did not stop running, or laughing, but kept going as fast they could. As they passed by, Marika gave them a passing shout, furious Klingon in tow. “Ruuuuuuuuuuun … hahahahhahahahaha!”

"Why?" Rheneas asked curiously, wondering why a Klingon was chasing their companions.

Cyrin didn't need much prompting, not when there was several meters worth of angry Klingon barreling down on them. He put a hand on Rheneas' shoulder to get him moving, and booked it himself. The Trill's long and strong legs helped him eat up the small lead that Sigrid and Lenaris had on them, "Yes, someone please tell me why we're running from a Klingon who looks like one of you might have stole his pet targ!"

"Stole....oh please tell us you didn't!" Rheneas called as he was barrelled forward by the Trill.

Sigrid, with an uncanny ability to run in heels, flipped her blond curls over her shoulder and looked towards the boys. "We didn't," she said. Though the way she giggled afterwards though made it sound like they might have but it was uncertain. She shared a laugh with Marika again before nudging her arm. "Hey, hey. Let's cut through there." Sigrid pointed towards a clothing boutique. "We can go out through the back."

With the ease of someone who has been in too many chases, Marika turned abruptly, jumped over a table and barreled her way through the
front door of the boutique. Behind them, the angry Klingon shouted words that were thankfully lost within the crows reaction to the unexpected interruption to their daily routines. Passing quickly by the shops patrons and host, Marika waved each of them a cheery hello and kept running.

"What the..." Rheneas suddenly cried out as he bashed his shin painfully into a crate that was suddenly in his path, and he went down into a tumble. He obviously wasn't much of a runner...or leaper for that matter. Biting the dust on the other hand...

Cyrin had taken two long strides past Rheneas as the other man went down without even realizing he'd fallen. Sprinting was certainly something he was used to, and he'd been keeping pace well enough, but as soon as his brain registered the sound of a crash he wheeled around and headed back. "I got you," Cyrin said, closing the distance quickly, put his hands underneath Rheneas' arms, and started to draw the man upright once again. Unfortunately for the pair, the Klingon ran well too, and was nearly on top of them.

"Thanks..." He scrambled back to his feet with Cyrin's help. "Uh-oh, we're not going to outrun him now. Should we take our chances, delay him so the girls can get away? Whatever they did, that bloke is mad!"

Before Rheneas could answer, and before the men could employ their misguided act of chivalry, Sigrid had appeared next to Cyrin moments before she launched herself at the Klingon. Sigrid crashed hard into tower of muscle in a whirl of blond curls. She caught sight of Marika go for the Klingon's legs as Sigrid began climbing his upper torso in a flurry of shrieks.

Staring in disbelief, Rheneas blinked a few times. "I retract and amend my earlier statement. That guy isn't mad...the girls are...."

As she attempted to to establish a leg lock on the struggling Klingon's own legs, Marika laughed and tried to speak. "Th...is ... reminds me oooof... the time I .... ha ha ha ha ... rode a Balkarian Bull." As the warrior kept kicking, Marika struggled to keep him in check. "Come on! Take it like ... ha ha ha ... a man! We won fair and square!"

With the whirlwind of limbs and flailing, Cyrin couldn't find any opening to try to help the two ladies out. He felt bad for the Klingon, though, as they were both Starfleet trained and he probably stood little chance against their combined - and shocking - ferocity. Wishing he had a phaser to stun the whole lot of them, and sounding a little plaintive as he looked about for any signs of Trill police forces, Cyrin called out, "What is going on here?! Won what?"

As if the Trill's thoughts had been prophetic, two policemen could be spotted making their way towards them, through the crowed. Which was also about the same moment three other angry Klingons roared from a nearby street.

Marika quickly calculated the distance from both, and didn't give much favorable odds to the policemen arriving in time. And even if they did... getting caught this early in the adventure would not make for a very fun story. "I think this is our cue to get going again! Go! Go! Go!" She nodded in rhythm with Sigrid so as to time themselves. "Three, two, one!"

"What on Earth," Rheneas muttered, casting Cyrin a question look. "Follow...or stall? What do we do?"

"Run you fools!" The Bajoran archaeologist half screamed half laughed. Grabbing them by the arm, she pulled them as best she could while Sigrid flew past them grinning.

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PO2 Rheneas Malachy
Archaeologist/engineer
USS Galileo
pnpc Tyrion

Ensign Lenaris Marika
Archaeologist/Anthropologist
USS Galileo

Crewman Apprentice Sigrid Thelin
Scientist's Mate
USS Galileo
[PNPC Beaumont]

Ensign Cyrin Xanth
Astrophysicist/Cosmologist
USS Galileo

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