Ten Forward XI An edgier, sexier Ten Forward
Posted 09 February 2009 - 10:56 PM
From out of the darkness, a dark spear, a viper, glides in to dock with the Orion merchant ship. The airlock opens, and Edwards steps onto the station, accompanied by Young Ensign Redshirt, who still looks green from the flight. They walk down a corridor and arrive at a large, crowded mezzanine filled with shouting and strange scents. Merchants of all descriptions sell bizarre foods and pleasures too numerous and exotic to name. Burly, aggressive Orion guards elbow their way through the crowds, ready to pounce on any they see as potential trouble. In one corner, a fierce brawl has broken out between a Klingon and a drunk Orion.
Watch yourself, YER. They make their way through the crowd, Edwards keeping his hand on his pistol and YER looking about nervously. At last, they make it to the far end of the throng and descend a short flight of stairs into a much smaller and quieter room.
Here, familiar sights greet them. The captains' mementos sit in a slightly smudged glass display case along one wall, and across from it, a small stage has been set up, complete with Riker's trombone and a number of more exotic instruments. The juke box, Pink R2D2, the death ray, and all the other familiar items of past Ten Forwards are arrayed around the space. Like the bazaar above, the bar is rough and dark, but here it seems more cozy and lived-in than hostile.
Edwards goes to stand behind the bar, knowing he cannot hope to fill TL's shoes, but planning to do his best until she returns.
Still, it seems the new temporary proprietor failed to resist adding his own touch to the place. Two seven-foot tall guardians of polished metal, gifts from his Cylon friends, stand at the entrance, their cyclopean red eyes whirring, their guns and talons ready to stop any of the rowdier folk from upstairs from entering uninvited, and a tall shield, painted brass and crimson and decorated with images of hawks, hangs behind the bar, a souvenir of the Blood Elf people.
YER activates the transwarptational thingamajig so that others will not have to endure the gauntlet of the bazaar, the jukebox plays welcoming music, and Edwards awaits the first patrons.
Posted 10 February 2009 - 12:02 AM
Evening all. * Glances out nearest viewport * Well, it ain't Romulus, but the ale's flowing!
Posted 10 February 2009 - 10:01 AM
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Posted 10 February 2009 - 11:48 AM
Posted 10 February 2009 - 11:49 AM
There's a world of bloody, bloody news out there that you're missing! C'mon, it's like rubbernecking past a car wreck, you know you want to!
Posted 10 February 2009 - 11:54 AM
Posted 10 February 2009 - 11:55 AM
Oh look - it was in Ohio....I thought it was MN - (See what rumors do - they screw up the facts man...)
This post has been edited by Terilynn: 10 February 2009 - 11:56 AM
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Posted 10 February 2009 - 12:02 PM
As for those fishermen... how stupid can you be? I feel like ranting about it, but I don't feel like it at the same time. I'm pretty sure everyone already knows I have no hope left for the future of mankind...
This post has been edited by Apocalypse: 10 February 2009 - 12:03 PM
Posted 10 February 2009 - 12:09 PM
Must... stop... with the... Yuuper-speak!
Posted 10 February 2009 - 12:24 PM