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Just a quick author's note: I've timed the posting of this story terribly, in that I'm off on vacation for a couple of weeks tomorrow. :cool: So this will be a bit longer of a cliffhanger than I was planning. Normal service will be resumed in a fortnight. :D

...his own Partial Monopoly. Over on the other side of the table, Plurk set about teaching Sunek several fascinating new Ferengi curse words. **************************** “And that is how you do that.” Sunek’s smugness hadn’t receded one iota by the time he met back up with Klath and Zesh...

...on Klath’s face and sighed. Between the hungover Vulcan and the war-obsessed Klingon, this simple Tongo tournament wasn’t going how he’d planned. **************************** A short while later, the rest break had kicked in and Klath and Zesh were reunited with Sunek in the back room...

...to escalate further. They both needed to cool off. So she returned to her repair, and to the Bounty. At least she could talk to the Bounty. **************************** Jirel stomped back into his cabin in frustration and marched straight over to the drawer. He grabbed the padd from...

All caught up. :D Loving the last few chapters. Sort of a little Event Horizon, and then a lot more Star Trek. First mushrooms, now prawns. If this doesn’t all end with the mother of all stir-frys, I’ll be disappointed. :whistle:

...playing hall, as Zesh shook his head unhappily. “Rule of Acquisition number ninety-nine,” he muttered, “Trust is the biggest liability of all…” **************************** Natasha strode back through the entrance hall, wondering just how long the queues at the Gardens of Profit might be...

...table and swipe the bottle away from his grasp. “All of us,” the Ferengi emphasised. Sunek glared back at the Ferengi and sighed. “Spoilsport.” **************************** On the other side of Roplermoop City, away from the lights and glamour of downtown, the buildings were a lot less...

...to himself, which he was still sure had been a remnant of a forced mind meld with his old V’tosh ka’tur colleague Sokar over a year ago, for good.* Since then, as he kept up regular doses of the suppressant, Sunek had gone back to just being Sunek. Which, as far as he was concerned, was...

Still loving Krank :klingon: :lol:

...a trap back in Sector 374 in order to exact his revenge. The Ferengi who had killed Maya Ortega. And the one that Jirel himself had then killed.* From inside the deck plates, Denella’s response to his explanation was understanding, but clearly not entirely convinced. “You’re telling me that...

I know. Ever since ST:Hunter, I've never been able to look at a king oyster in quite the same way. :vulcan:

All ratcheting up nicely. Always reassuring if our hero captain has the respect of the Kiingons. :klingon: And after the inevitable Miranda-class death :weep:, nice to see one that can hold its own! Nice easter egg-ish ship name as well.

...to physically attract your choice of mate directly to you. Not for the first time since he had arrived on Ferenginar, Klath grumbled unhappily. **************************** Away from the back room and the tournament itself, Natasha made her way through the main entrance hall of the...

I had similar frustrations. :weep: Funnily enough, not a million miles away from the Krank/Carter plot here, one of my favourite Voyager moments (which was a sadly small list) was Tuvok/Seven’s storyline in the Year of Hell episodes. Seven ends up having to blind Tuvok to save the ship. Then...

...ones.” Zesh cackled with amusement again, any lingering unhappiness he felt about the fortune he had abandoned on the Planet of Galactic Peace* in favour of an act of kindness now long forgotten with the Tongo fortune ahead of them. “Well, we’re nearly at the venue,” he said, “Just around...

I’m still catching up with all of this, but I’ll reply here rather than necro-bumping the previous thread. Really enjoying how this mystery is evolving. Especially like (maybe ‘like’ is the wrong word!) the way that Krank/Carter’s solution to the hypnotic(?) song has had such lasting...

Part One (Cont'd) The rain hammered down on the hull of the Bounty as it hovered above the expansive landing pad below them. Far off in the distance, the tall skyscrapers and bright lights of Roplermoop City were just about visible through the relentless downpour, while there were a variety of...

...The last time she and Jirel had hit the liquor together had been back on Kervala Prime, several months ago. And they had ended up in bed together.* She knew she had to deal with that particular unresolved issue at some point. But she also knew that there were bigger things at play for Jirel...

...in. So, come on, concentrate!” The five players returned their attention to the game. And found that it was Klath’s turn again. “Confront!” **************************** Thirty-six hours and zero useful games of Tongo later, the Bounty had arrived at Irtok IV. The Irtok system was one of...

All caught up. :) Developing into a really fun story. Like the contrast between this dark mysterious threat they're heading to confront and Claire's naive spacebound optimism (though maybe, based on that last chapter, not so naive :lol:). Looking forward to reading more!