Upstairs Balcony, Hearth of Honour, First City, Qo’noS
Sh’aa: moves with a silent and almost predatory-like intent towards the railing. His golden eyes were scanning the Klingon there for hidden weapons as he approached
Thorgar: looks to Ferasan as he approaches. “Do you cats always stalk upon us? I thought you preferred Betazoid meat.”
Sh’aa: lets out a low, dangerous rumble from his mouth, as he freezes
Sh’aa: I hunt what is necessary. But you need not be so concerned this day.
Thorgar: “Very well. You shouldn’t be concerned either. My only weapon today is a bloodwine cup and a pitcher full of it.”, gestures to the table by the Orion patron.
Sh’aa: doesn’t follow the gesture. Instead his eyes remain fixed upon the Klingon. He steps closer.
Sh’aa: I seek Thorgar. If that is you, then you can put aside the hospitality. I am here for a contract.
Sh’aa: ’s tail begins to sweep from left to right now behind him
Thorgar: “I am Thorgar, son of Morak, yes.”, he nods.
Sh’aa: opens his palms, a gesture of being unarmed… though he figured the Klingon was wise enough to know that Ferasan’s had claws
Sh’aa: Good. I have not come to hear your entire lineage Thorgar. Show me the targets and tell me how many credits their lives are worth.
Thorgar: “You are a bounty hunter.”
Sh’aa: bares his fangs in a grim smile
Sh’aa: I am what I need to be
Thorgar: “Well, I am personally not in need of anyone being…”, he pauses. “Acquired. But… I am looking for Lady Lakara of House Krotak. She might have some business for you as well.”
Sh’aa: narrows his eyes and a low growl comes forth from him
Sh’aa: In this line of work, there are no accidental meetings…. someone wanted us to cross paths Thorgar. Who is this Lady Lakara you speak of?
Thorgar: “Believer in destiny. Hmmm… first thing to disagree upon.”, he mutters. “Lakara, daughter of Temir, is a zentai. That is, a successor of House Krotak. I would seek her patronage.”
Sh’aa: lets out a sharp sound, almost impatient sounding and his ears flixk foward as he considers his next works carefully
Sh’aa: For.. a klingon to .. admit they seek patronage is no small thing. Even this I know of your culture, and I am not an expert. This Lakara must hold significant power, or a means to what you seek.
Sh’aa: walks slowly now to the railing’s edge, allowing for a more… discreet distance to Thorgar
Sh’aa: allows his gaze to leave the Klingon at last, and it scans out across the vista of the First City
Sh’aa: If she is the key to your ambitions, then perhaps she is indeed someone I too would be best to meet
Thorgar: leans on railing and looks down on the battlegrounds. "Krotak are sizeable enough to provide patronage, but not too great to reject a commoner like me. It is a balance. Dare I ask, how do you know++
Thorgar: ++ of me?"
Sh’aa: turns his head slightly towards the Klingon
Sh’aa: ’s tail gives a sharp flick against the railing… "I am what I need to be, but not always a hunter of bounties. I do not… know of you.. but those I listen to from time to time, said that you +
Sh’aa: .. would have a contract to find people. That usually means… to find and return them in pieces.
Sh’aa: | Two shuttles pass overhead and group of patrons can be seen stumbling into the entry to the Hearth of Honour down below.
Thorgar: “The only time I returned someone in pieces… or rather in dust, was during my engagement of pirates in Mempa Sector.”
Sh’aa: They sent me to you for a reason. Perhaps I am to help you achieve your ends. You say you DO need to FIND this Lakara?
Thorgar: “Who precisely sent you?”, he asks back. “Lakara and House Krotak are staged in Mempa Sector, but I was not able to reach them. So I decided to attempt to visit them here on the homeworld.”
Sh’aa: looks about the immediate vicinity with a suspicious gaze. His ears seeming to flick rapidly in different directions as if performing a kind of ‘scan’ for sounds. He withdrew a device from an +
Sh’aa: | .. an internal pocket of his and taps a few commands into it. He then shows the screen to Thorgar. There is a word written there. “I am sent by he”… the word reads ’K’men’.
Sh’aa: clears the screen of the device almost as quickly as he showed it. “I have not taken a lead from him before this. I usually deal with another in his… organisation, but the lead seemed firm”
Thorgar: nods and gestures the device away. “That is a name I haven’t seen in a quite some time, Ferasan.”
Sh’aa: Then you know the weight of the name, and of their … role. If they have put me on your tail, it is because your goals service theirs, and now… perhaps… my own
Thorgar: “So… this common friend of ours wishes to see my father’s project complete.”
Sh’aa: hisses aloud, and his fangs are shown. "SSss Do not call that one a friend. They are a shifting sort. Shifting loyalties that’s for sure. Though their aim is singular, their methods … vary +
Sh’aa: .. But… what is this project of your father’s that interests them so?
Thorgar: raises his hand slowly. “They did not inform you?”, he asks rhetorically. “Hm, perhaps it is not yet time for you to know.”
Thorgar: “Let’s just say it is something that might give the Empire a chance to compete with the Federation… scientifically.”
Sh’aa: scoffs aloud. He makes a sound that carries no warmth at all and he turns back out towards the city.
Sh’aa: Keep to your shadows Klingon. You and he are well matched. I can nothing for your secrets, only my obligations.
Sh’aa: I will help you find Lakara for now, as that is your goal, and now mine.
Thorgar: “Excellent.”, he smiles. “If we can locate her, I am certain build our mutual understanding a bit further.”
Sh’aa: turns back to face the Klingon, he inclines his head in the process. Ears twitching a little once more. “I know the proprietor here. Wenix. A wiley Talaxian.”
Sh’aa: He is a listener, though I suspect he is more… he is most apt at finding things out. Finding things out about where people can be found, even those who do not wish to be found.
Sh’aa: And whether Lakara wants to be found or not, he may prove a useful step in the process.
Thorgar: “Hmmm… I heard he is a very… slippery Talaxian. There was some commotion between him and Orion Syndicate recently.”
Sh’aa: raises an eyebrow… his ears twitch and he leans in closer. "Wenix walks a fine line with them. It is no secret in the slums that Garrad, the syndicate’s own point man here on Qo’nos holds court +
Sh’aa: … deep underneath the Hearth itself, in the undercity.
Thorgar: “That much… I did not know.”
Sh’aa: If there’s been commotion, I’m sure Wenix has found himself walking an even more precarious line
Thorgar: “So first Wenix, then Lakara, then my project. Sounds like a travelling itinerary.”
Sh’aa: narrows his eyes again at the Klingon. Something wasn’t quite… regular about this one, Sh’aa thought to himself. And he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d gotten himself caught up in either.
Sh’aa: Don’t formalise all your plans, one step at a time. Let’s see if Talaxian is in a talkative mood.
Thorgar: “I am a scientist, Ferasan. Not a strategist. I know my limits.”, he says somewhat harshly.
Sh’aa: Good. Wenix enjoys meeting… interesting people.
Sh’aa: gives a faint grin showing his teeth and he turns about to head into the Hearth. His tail swishes about as he leads the way
Thorgar:“Very well. Lead the way.”
