Dinner

Posted on Fri Nov 10th, 2023 @ 4:51pm by Captain Mira Rodale

Mission: The Q Effect
Location: USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Present

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{Mess Hall}
It wasn't her first time being on a klingon vessel, but from the looks of it, the crew wasn't every happy. The human food was just fruits and vegetables.

She looked over at Kirk Sokolov he had a salad and apple. Yea, that wasn’t going to cut it. She walked up to his table and smiled. "Care to work for some meat?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I would kill for some meat right about now."

Mira chuckled, "Yep, that is my plan, but I'll need your muscles to bring it back here."

"I'll follow you," he told her.

Normally, she would just bring Vaytoc to kill the beast, but she made a stop at the weapons locker. A phaser would be so much easier.

{Cargobay 2}

The smell was bad. No one had been cleaning up after the Targs. She would have to talk to Ensign Selina Shaw to see if there was someone in her department who knew about animals. Hitting the lever to drop some food for the Targs. Mira hung her armor on a hook then led one of the Targs away to the other side of the room, taking aim she shot it. The ship klaxon sound went off

Mira's hand went to her face before she contacted the bridge. "Sorry, that was me. I didn't think that would set off security on a klingon ship." She could just see G'ginloss shaking his head at her.

=/\= May I ask what you are doing?=/\=

Mira nodded even if G'ginloss couldn't see her. "Killing a Targ for dinner, you think one is enough?" She grinned. Bet he didn't see that one coming, but then again, he was Klingon, so they know how a Klingon ship worked.

=/\= two would be better =/\= He told her.

Mira quickly shot another one setting off the klaxon again. When it stopped, she just said, "Two it is," She laughed. " We need someone to take care of these things. " She told him.
=/\= "I'll assign someone. Do you need help?" =/\=

"No, I should be able to handle this." Mira told him with a frownon her face.

With that said, she slipped on the coverall hanging on the hook. They were huge, and Sokolov started laughing.

She shook her head at the size difference but went about gutting and cleaning the Targs to be cooked.

Once in the ovens, she cleaned up her mess. Sokolov looked impressed. "How did you learn all that?"

Mira shugged her shoulder. "Survival on a planet surface will get you to learn a lot of things you normally wouldn't." she looked over at the oven."That should cook for another 45 minutes, then take it to the mess hall. Someone will have to carve it up. Just think of it as a Thanksgiving turkey or roast. "

He nodded, "Sure, I can do that." he grinned." You should probably head to the showers. Those coveralls didn't do much good." he said with a laugh. She was a mess.

Looking down at herself, she grinned. " You might be right. Shouldn't there be a shower in here?" Mira started to look for one. finding it, she stepped in clothing and all.

Taking the coveralls off, she hung them up. then slipped her armor back on. " That is smelling amazing."

Sokolov frowned, " You can smell that over the Targs?"

Mira grinned. "Yes. You can't?" she shook her head then pulled her long hair into a bun. "Alright Targ is like human beef it will be rare in the middle and well done on the outside. " she cut a chunk off to taste "Perfect, you can take it now." She pulled down two large platters to put the meat on Then let Sokolov carry the food off.

{Mess hall}

Meat on her plate Mira took a seat with a cup of bloodwine.

off
Lt.Commander Mira Rodale
XO
USS Chuck Norris