#kangthedaharmaster

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      the PADD wasn’t working right.  ellie had prided herself on being technologically sound back home  ,  she wasn’t an ipad kid but more so a dial up internet kid.  though being two hundred years in the future  ,  ellie was starting to feel like her grandparents. 

                             smacking the device down on the table  ,  the brunette let a huff leave her  (pushing herself back into her chair) before she spotted the figure sitting at table next to her  -  ellie couldn’t help the blush that spread across her cheeks  ,  she hadn’t interacted with many klingons.  “  sorry  -  i just  ...  ”  brows furrowed and eyes narrowed down at the PADD once more.  “  can’t get the hang of this thing.  ”

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#kangthedaharmaster #⌜ STARTER ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ IT’S THE START OF SOMETHING NEW. #⌜ STAR TREK VERSE ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ FLOATING AMONGST THE STARS. #hi pal ! hope this is okay ! #set on ds9 x

[ann7ka]

@kangthedaharmaster ( starter call )

"This is the Fenris Ranger vessel Mezoti addressing the Klingon warship. I am here in response to a distress call. I mean you no harm. Stand down your weapons." After a moment, where Seven almost swore she could hear Janeway's voice reminding her to use some diplomacy, she added, "...please."

#kangthedaharmaster #( ic ) #( thread | distress ) #( verse | ranger ) #set this during her ranger verse so a couple years post voy if that works for you! #also her ranger ship is teeny - just her aboard

[iamselfmade]

Unidentified shuttle, you are trespassing. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded!

Hugh fucked up. He fucked up. He completely fucked up. This was bad. This was stupid. Manny was never going to let him live this down. If he survived this encounter, that was. "Listen! Wait, listen, okay, this isn't what it looks like! Something's wrong with my ship's navigation! Um- My name is Hugh, the former Borg drone! I am no longer part of the Collective so please don't shoot me on sight!"

#(he's bad at this) #kangthedaharmaster #ic; to be me #verse; i am hugh

[ltbroccoli]

Starfleet shuttle, I have reason to believe that you have a stolen item on board. Return it immediately or you will be destroyed.

"Ah... um... I, ah..." Reg frantically tapped at the controls to bring the shuttle to a stop, before turning his seat to survey the back of the craft. This was supposed to just be a supply run... just a simple supply run... "I don't -- I don't think we've stolen anything. What... what... is it you're looking for?"

#kangthedaharmaster #computer run program ( .｡.:*☆ ic. ) #transmission received ( .｡.:*☆ answers. ) #hello!

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that doesn't look like Klingon

#vIjangpu' #kangthedaharmaster

[my-timing-is-digital]

💢 :)

Despite the presence of the illustrious mediators, the negotiations were constantly impeded by infinitesimal disturbances, which, despite their treacherous insignificance and pettiness, inevitably postponed the outcome of the treaty. Starfleet Command had been apprised of a conflict between a Federation colony bordering the Neutral Zone with the Klingons and the Klingons themselves, and had requested mediators to assess the situation on the planet and draw up a treaty. However, that was 1 week, 5 days, 18 hours, and 47 minutes ago, and there had yet to be a proper gathering where both parties were present, simultaneously...

Due to the remarkable delay, Captain Picard had been ordered to temporarily suspend the Enterprise’s mission in a star system several lightyears away, and travel to the tumultuous planet to offer diplomatic assistance and employ his Klingon know-how. And while the Captain was engaged in introductions and equally as prosaic formalities, the rest of the senior officers were attempting to douse the agitation that spread across the town hall and manifested itself in the citizens and their extraterrestrial guests like a lethal disease. And once the agitation had prevailed it was particularly difficult to recuperate from it. However, the android was surprised by the humans’ fearlessness with regard to the Klingons, and had to give them credit for their mettle. Even though this mettle was partially to blame for the delayed negotiations. Evidently, Klingon physiology and their superior strength did not deter them, on the contrary, they all seemed prepared to defend their home planet against their adversaries without a moment’s hesitation.

Although Data tried not to look too fascinated by the quarrelling parties, he was cognisant of the severity of the situation, especially now that it was creeping to the brink of escalation... His yellow eyes skimmed the hall from a strategically opted vantage point and meticulously observed the clusters of people that were scattered around the room. Some humans were entangled in incandescent debates with Klingons, who were flexing their hands over the hilt of their weapons, eager to commit homicide, while others were expressing their detestation toward the other party in the company of acquaintances, sequestered from their foes.

One of such heated conversations, which took place 7.3 meters on his left-hand side, piqued his curiosity in particular. A handful of humans and three Klingons were exchanging insults, alternately, but by the looks of it, the Klingons were experiencing more difficulty preserving their poise than the humans, who articulated their taunts like a well-rehearsed play. The android edged closer with a carefully computed gait, and loitered quietly in their periphery until he found the right moment to insert his interpolation.

‘Greetings. What seems to be the problem?’ he asked serenely, his optical units oscillating back and forth from the Klingons to the humans. ‘I have been observing your conversation from afar, but I have been unable to ascertain what the objective is you both desire to accomplish. Are you determined to antagonise the other until they are mentally and emotionally incapacitated? If so, what purpose does that serve? Would it not be more profitable to establish a hospitable relationship rather than a truculent one?’

An angry starter from here.

#kangthedaharmaster #verse // to thine own self be true; and it must follow as the night the day thou canst not then be false to any man #ooc: ngl this was a difficult starter to write since data never gets angry hence why I just made all the npcs angry lol #this is a bit of a shitty starter but I'm positive that together we can rectify its shittiness!

[captainxproton]

Link to the Past

((closed with @kangthedaharmaster))

Tom was just returning from a simple scanning mission on a dwarf planet, a few parsecs from the Voyagers course away, they would pic him up at the rendezvous coordinates later. He was relaxing, letting the autopilot do his work while he edited his latest notes for a new Captain Proton chapter as the automatic scans picked up some interesting signals.

Tom sighted and put the PADD away, examining his scanner reports instead. What he found was interesting, it seemed to be a small wormhole, not far away. He flew there manually and stopped the engines, scanning it again. It certainly was a wormhole and it was leading to the Alpha quadrant. With a pink shade of excitement written on his cheeks he send a probe through it, hoping it would reach someone.

#kangthedaharmaster #//hope that works #closed starter

[jimsmightyrump]

Klingon bastards.

@kangthedaharmaster @korthedaharmaster

#kangthedaharmaster #korthedaharmaster #//I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING ABOUT THIS #//I'm just imagining Jim walking along and a parade of Klingons slowing gathering behind him #//not attacking him #//just #//following him around #//making fun of him while he does normal daily Human things