Ding, Dong, the Witch is Gone!
Posted on Thu Apr 21st, 2016 @ 10:25am by 2nd Lieutenant Scooter Porkinsky & Samanthia Akiashiro
Mission:
Brave New World
Location: Warp-12
[ON]
One would think that they were generals marching into a conquered city. The Ferengi Choople proudly led his cohorts into Warp-12. No cheap, economical dives. Today, it would only be the finest drink and cuisine, an environment properly suited for management material. With Corrine Steiner no longer available to testify at their trial, authorities had no choice but to release the troublemakers.
Choople led the song, "Ding dong, the witch is gone, the wicked witch."
The others echoed, "The WICKED witch!"
"Ding dong, the wicked witch is gooone.
"Fa-la-la-laaaa!
They descended upon an empty table and waited for the drinks they ordered via online app. "Truly, this is a day to celebrate. That unstable and insane hoomon female Steiner is gone, along with her fire-throwing sidekick."
His subordinate frowned, "Hmm, we missed a first contact contract opportunity with that one."
"Too hazardous of an investment with Steiner around. But fear not, fear not! New replacement opportunities have arisen! Gentlemen, feast your eyes!"
"Oh, no! More females!"
"And hoomons at that!"
"It's the worst of both worlds!"
Choople gestured for them to calm, "Now hold on, hold on. You know how the song goes!" He began singing, soon to be joined in by the others:
"You've got to accentuate the positive,
Eliminate the negative,
Latch on to the affirmative,
Don't mess with Mister In-Betweeen!"
A waitress came by the table, all smiles at the Happy Ferengi's, "You guys ought to perform in the Amateur Night Talent Contest," As she placed their orders on the table, letting them sort out their own drinks. "Tomorrow at 20 hundred hours station time."
The ecstatic little men exchanged high fives, "Free pub-li-ci-ty! YES! Woohoo! This is a profitable day, indeed!"
One of them asked, "Hey, who's in command of this starbase now, anyway?"
"We are!" They cackled with laughter, clinking glasses together in a toast.
Choople ceremoniously stood to propose a toast, "Gentlemen! I give you... No more Steiner!" Suddenly, over the top of his glass, the little Ferengi saw the Klingon warrior Goorva slowly turn to look at him in anger. "Uh-oh."
Samanthia walked by Groorva, "Don't even think about, Captain." She growled at him. "Or you want to have a talk with my mate. Remember what happened in the Dive?" She reminded him subtly about the fight between Major S'er'in'e and Crerl. She patted the claw necklace she wore. And he knew that only way a Caitian would give up his claws was Death claimed him. "What happens outside the Warp-12 is fair game." She continued on her way through the patrons of Warp-12. She signal a couple of bouncers to keep an eye on Groova.
The man didn't seem to even hear her. He slowly walked toward the horrified little men. Fortunately for all, discretion was the better part of survival. The Ferengi abandoned their celebratory drinks and dashed at full sprint for the exit. Goorva didn't likewise run. A slower, patient tracking would invoke more terror in the long run. He departed fully determined to express his disapproval over their lack of respect.
One of the patrons nudged his dinner partner, "What was that all about? Who is Steiner?"
"Ops officer, MIA. She threw them in the clink for harassing people."
"Why would a Klingon care?"
"Friend of Steiner."
"Oooo. The trolls had better steer clear of airlocks."
His buddy dug into his pockets for a couple of latinum pieces, "If anyone's taking bets, my money is on the Klingon."
"You're on!"
Samanthia moved on through the establishment. Not really paying much attention. Majority of the regulars just ignored her as the Real Samanthia had the day off.
[OFF]
Choople & the Gang.
Klingon combat merchant Goorva
Samanthia Akiashiro (hologram)
Warp-12 hospitality
Starbase 332
Pegasus Fleet
