[The Wildstrike's Bar....]
In the bar, Rhagarokk awaits the arrival of Rylan and DT whom he has called to join him there. As he waits, Vyynd tr`Khaine meandered in and approached his table. Vyynd salutes the Leih and bows before motioning to a seat next to Rhagarokk, "Jolan`tru rekkhai, this seat taken?"
"Au`rh learning too much from Aemhig..." the Leih waves to the chair for tr`Khaine to take a seat, "Na need to call me rekkhai here."
Vyynd laughs a bit at that, "Ie, the old Tal`Shiar habits are a major pain in the ahz...but na io heard that from me." He smiles as he sits, "Even though *every-io* knows it...."
Their conversation is interrupted as Rylan heads into the bar after
wandering aimlessly through the corridors, followed closely by D`Tarik, who looks less then happy at being summoned. Vyynd waves to Ry, and dignifies D`Tarik's presence, while Rhagarokk waves the pair over to his table. As the boys approach closer the Leih's expression turns seriously grave. Not knowing what this meant, Rylan remains silent, passing a glance off to DT with a slightly raised brow as the Medical officer speaks, before Ry looks to the floor wondering what, exactly, was going on. "Ie sir..." DT begins, "I was in the middle of something rather important...well, about to start it..."
Rhagarokk doesn't answer this, instead he looks over to the Security officer sitting near him and asks, "Vyynd, do au have ninte sidearm on au?"
That brought Rylan's eyes back up, and he looked questioningly from tr`Khaine to the Leih before mumbling low to D`Tark, "What, exactly, was the medicine au were going to use on Emni, again?" Instead of answering, D`Tarik pretended not to hear the taller boy's question.
Raising his own brow at the Leih, Vyynd replies, "Do au need to ask?" he unholsters his pistol, holding it by the top should the Leih decide to take it suddenly. "Why?"
Ignoring the other two boys standing nervously in front of him, Rhagarokk nods, "Make sure these two are covered and cannot make an escape."
Looking severely worried over that, Vyynd responds with an "Ie..." and stands away from the table. Nodding his dismissal to the Leih, he moves to a further off table near the door to observe and give them space, yet close enough were he could still listen in and catch most of the conversation about to take place.
As tr`Khaine positions himself, Rhagarokk turns his attention back to the pair of confused boys before him. "I've been hearing some very interesting things about au two...."
"Interesting things....?" D`Tarik shifts nervously.
"*Good* interesting things... I hope...?" Rylan offers for clarification with a hopeful tone.
Rhagarokk stands away from the table and begins to pace around them,
"Experiments, taking matters into ninte own hands in any number of
situations..." he continues as if reading a list of transgressions,
"Ruthlessness, issues with the chain of command, treason...."
Rylan throws a caught off-guard look to DT's confused face, and repeats
quietly, "Treason....?" wondering what he was about to be blamed for now.
Rhagarokk turns to them suddenly, snapping Rylan's attention back to him, "Au heard me. What do au two have to say for au-selves?"
DT immediately points to Rylan, "He did it."
Ry glares kalen-a at DT for that, "Oh, sure!! I'm *always* blamed for
ninte mistakes!"
"Sprink did it?" D`Tarik offers hopefully, then shrugs, "I didn't do it..."
Rhagarokk raises an eyebrow, "Na-thing to say for au-selves, eh?" he passes a look over his shoulder, "I'll deal with that blasted Tribble
afterwards..."
That brought DT back to the matter, "Hey, Sprinkles had na-thing to do with it! I think...." he pauses slightly, then asks confused, "Sir, what are au talking about?"
Rylan nods at that question, "Ie, um...treason, rekkhai?!? I'm na sure
that...."
"Don't play dumb with me." Rhagarokk cuts their words short with a shake of his head. "There's only io thing I can do with two traitors like au..." he reaches into his coat where his weapon is holstered."
DT jumps to the ground and puts his hands over his head, "Na in the face!"
Rylan still stood his ground, but whispered to DT out of the corner of his mouth, "What the Areinnye did au do to get us into this mess, now??"
Rhagarokk suddenly whips out a small box and points it at the two. Rylan flinched at the box being revealed, then stares at it with a confused expression as the Leih opened it to reveal new rank pips. D`Tarik regains his feet again, then says non-chalantly as if nothing had happened, "I knew that was coming..."
"It is my duty to present to au two the rank of Centurion ."
Rhagarokk said to the two faces that stared back at him. At his words, the Bar erupts into cheers and celebration, Vyynd applauding and whistleing right along with them. Rhagarokk motions for the dumb-struck boys to take the offered pips.
With a relived looking grin, Rylan takes his new pips with a "Hann`yyo,
rekkhai."
D`Tarik smiles as he steps forward as well, "Hann`yyo, sir....But I do have something rather serious to take care of - na to be rude, or anything...but I really should get back to that. I was getting ready to perform surgery.
Rhagarokk looks at the Medical man, "Well, then I guess au shouldn't have any of the Rhennish I bought...oh well, good luck on the surgery." the Leih closes the box and puts it away, "Oh, and io more thing..."
Waiting for the trick, Rylan remains silent; while DT asks curiously,
"Ie...?"
"I've spoken with the Academy directors, and au two are officially graduates of the Academy. Congratulations."
Rather quietly, Rylan nods, "Hann`yyo, rekkhai."
But DT seems estactic, "Yay!" he taps open his com, 'Beam me to medlab!!"
Through DT's com an angry sounding, "ARRGGGHHH!" comes from the transporter chef as DT disappears.
Rhagarokk looks to Vyynd and Ry, "So, good quality Rhennish for au two?"
Vyynd doesn't waste time; he instantly jumps over to the bar, "Of course!" and begins to get down to the business of drinking, laughing and being merry.
Rylan, who had been about to agree with that sentiment, hesitates instead.
"Umm...na. I can't." then grumbles to himself, "Doctor's orders..."
Rhagarokk looks at Rylan as if he hadn't heard him right. "Geez, D`Tarik is doing serious surgery, and au don't drink? What have I missed?"
Smiling a bit sheepishly, Rylan answers, "Nathing...." and hoped that would be explanation enough.
The Leih stares for a second, "I see...." then suddenly switches subjects, "Oh, io more bit of business to take care of..." he turns to Sprinkles, who is sitting on a table freaking out a crewmember, "Au!"
"Squeek...?" the Tribble replies in a 'who, me?' tone.
"I've heard reports of the 'thing' beating my best scientists at 4d
chess...."
Sounding a bit proud for himself, Sprink squeaks out an "Ie!"
Rhagarokk rolls up his sleeves, "I've never been defeated at 4d chess." He challenges. Almost eagerly, Sprink heads towards the chessboard on his wheeled cyber-leg, Rhagarokk sitting down at the table shortly afterwards, "Bring it on, fuzzy boy."
Moving a pawn with his tentacle, Sprink squeaks out a happy, "Au bet!"
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