Brett:
 Summary: With the Klingon vessel repaired enough to move at warp, the two ships approach the Pacifica system.  Day's end will see them, hopefully, safely to their destination.

Brett:
 Summary: In recognition for their service, Trenar has invited the senior Starfleet officers (and one eager young space cadet) to dine with them on their last night before docking.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "The Terminists - Part 9">>>>

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Materializes on the Bartok, looks around and gets his bearings. ::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Steps up onto the transporter pad wondering if she should bring her med kit.::  All:  Anyone allergic to anything...  ::materializes on the Bartok.::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Materializes on the Bartok grasping tightly to an unopened bottle of Poteen::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::materializes on the Bartok::  CMO: anything that is still moving

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::also materializes on the Bartok and looks around::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Chuckles:: CNS:  Boy are you in trouble.   Moving means cooked in Klingon.  ::Grins::

TO_Ander:
 ::materializes on the Bartok and shudders; wonders how the choking three-quarters Klingon was ranked compared to the others, and wonders if he's next to suffer from something::

Brett:
 Action: The small transporter room is crowded with the senior staff and two Terminists who, clad in their dark robes, look like overly large monks.  One steps forward.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Turns and faces the oncoming Klingon.  Waits for the CO to speak.::

Brett:
 <Terminist> All: Hail, and be welcome in these, the last days.  Trenar awaits you.  Please follow.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Terminist: Thank you. ::Follows::

TO_Ander:
 ::follows the Captain::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Follows behind.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::follows the group::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::quietly follows::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::follows grinning::

Brett:
 Action: The cultists lead the group through the small but clean ship.  In a short time, they are ushered into a medium-sized room.  A large, dark wooden table dominates the space with heavy wooden chairs surrounding it.  It is piled high with food and drink.  Trenar stands at one end and smiles.

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: Welcome!  I make good on my promise to have you for dinner.  ::Smiles widely::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Sees the food and is suddenly hungry again.  Leans over and whispers.::  CNS:  Do you find it weird I'm having cravings now?

TO_Ander:
 ::thinks.. "Have us? For dinner?"::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Thank you for having us here, Trenar. You know my officers?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks worried and pictures the CMO craving things with moving parts, smiles:: CMO: No not at all ::rolls eyes, and wonders why she couldn't crave normal stuff like pickles and ice cream

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: I do indeed.  Over the past few days I have availed myself of our good relations with Starfleet who were kind enough to provide me with a little information on you all.  Oh, do not worry, nothing classified...I thought it best to know you all so that I may speak well of you when the end comes.  ::Motions to the table::  Sit, drink!

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughs::  CNS:  Hey I saw you roll your eyes.  ::Grins::  Have you ever have Gagh before... It's like when you are a kid and ate worms on a dare.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks over the repast the Klingons have prepared for them... meat, meat, and more meat -- too bad she is a vegetarian::

TO_Ander:
 ::sits and drinks, avoiding the food::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the CMO::  CNS: I am a Betazoid, I could tell when the other kids were lying about how good worms would taste.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::sits down at the table::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Thank you very much.  ::Sits next to Trenar ::

Brett:
 Action: Trenar sits at his place at head of table and pours a goblet of dark liquid.  It appears that the Starfleet crew is to be the only other guests this evening, as the room and table are not large enough to admit more bodies.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::sets at the table between the CSO and CMO::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Eyes up a seat at the table and approaches it.::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Hands Mash`ev the goblet:: All: Here, pour yourselves a drink.  We will toast the successful voyage and the end of all things.  ::Grins::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Takes her seat and gets comfortable.  Looks closely at the food and picks up her drink...:: CNS/CSO:  Hopefully this is non alcoholic.

Brett:
 <Trenar>::Indicates several large clay pitchers along the table::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO:  I hope you don't truly believe that?

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: I offer this bottle to the meal. It's called Poteen and it's made by my people.

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Sits, finally::

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Huh?  Is this drink non-alcoholic?  It has to be; I'm pregnant.

TO_Ander:
 ::looks at the CEO and realizes he didn't bring anything::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::pours some of the liquid into her goblet and sips it::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::picks up a pitcher and pours himself, and the two ladies a drink::  CMO:  We have a drug for everything now-a-days, here drink

Brett:
 <Trenar> CEO: Indeed?  Well, I thank you Quinn.  It is a gracious guest who brings drinks to a host's table I always say.  ::Laughs::  I trust it is strong and tastes like it could strip the finish from a Malukan grav tank?

CMO_Santiago:
 ::nods::  CNS:  True... very true... but I don't want to take the chance with the booze or drugs.  ::Takes a small sip.::

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: Aye, quite potent. ::chuckles::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 All: Remarkably this tastes like prune juice.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Almost chokes::  CNS:  Give me the alcohol...  I hate prune juice...

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Stands and raises his goblet::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CSO: I had a grandmother who drank prune juice once, and well lets say she was an often visitor to the restroom because of it

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Stands with goblet, prepared to toast with Trenar. ::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Stands and raises her goblet.::

CEO_Quinn:
 :: Takes up a goblet and stands::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles at the CMO, and then stands for the toast::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::stands with the group, and wonders if the rest of the Starfleet officers are very happy about doing all this work to just see the end::

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: My friends, it is a glorious day we approach, for it is the Last Day.  And on that day the heroes among us will receive their rewards, and the cowards shall receive theirs.  You have aided us in our journey and saved us all, so that we might see the End.  For this I thank you. And I shall speak your names with honor when I stand before Kahless.  Rest assured, you will be given places of honor in the Black Fleet.  Who could ask for more?  Q'Plah!  ::Begins gulping the drink::

CO_Mash`ev:
 All: Q'Plah!  :: Begins drinking,  but takes is slower than Trenar so as not to spill on his uniform. ::

CEO_Quinn:
 Aloud: Q'Plah! ::Downs his drink::

TO_Ander:
 All: Uh.. Q'Plah... ? ::drinks very slowly::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::drinks he drink, and barley gets the juice down, sits his drink on the table with a slight smile::

CMO_Santiago:
 All: Q'Plah!  ::Sips her drink trying not to gag.::

TO_Ander:
 ::stops drinking when he does, in fact, realize that it's prune juice; tries to pretend he's drinking it::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the TO and smile::  TO:  Good huh, better finish don't want to be rude

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::drinks her prune juice quite happily -- though outwardly her usual calm self::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Slaps his mug onto the table with a loud bang.::  ALL: Now, we feast!  I have contrived to place some of everything here, dishes of our people.  I know your sensitive Federation palettes will not appreciate most of it, but since we are all to die soon, why not live a little eh?  ::Laughs and digs into his writhing bowl of Gagh.::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Places the goblet back on the table letting out a hearty 'Ahhh..'::

TO_Ander:
 ::his eyebrow twitches at the Counselor's comment, and he tries to finish the rest without choking on it::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::almost laughs at the TO, as he takes his seat, and then looks at the food and wishes he didn't make the comment about being rude::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Dishes out a bowl of Gagh... wonders if it's good as Korack’s.::  CNS/CSO:  You know, General Korack gets his gagh imported.  He actually gets special worms....  Can you believe that?

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Finishes his juice and takes an assessment of the food before him. ::

Brett:
 INFO: True to his word, Trenar has arranged a banquet of Klingon dishes (if the two words can be said together in the same sentence): gagh, lively and wriggling... heart of Targ, Pipius Claw, and many which are unknown to the crew.

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Digs in grabbing for the Gagh and other assorted food::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CMO: Nope don't believe anyone would go to so much trouble for worms

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::spies the pipius claw and as its shellfish that's actually not off her menu::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Pauses in his feasting to open the bottle given him by the CEO.  Pours himself a generous portion and begins guzzling it down.::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::puts a claw on her plate and tries it::

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  Well he does... apparently there is a difference.  ::Grins and munches.::  Never could stomach heart of targ though.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::takes a portion of the food before him::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Again slams his mug down with a satisfied gasp:: CEO: A fine drink Quinn!  Were it not too late, I would contract with you for more of it.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::also pours himself some of the thick lumpy red drink, also giving some to the CSO and CMO with smile::  CSO: More juice, this is tomato

TO_Ander:
 ::wishes he had some home cooking right now; grabs something in front of him, and closes his eyes, pretending it's a dish his mom made, while eating it::

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: That's quite the compliment I thank you.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::knows the Counselor is lying:: CNS: No... this is blood wine.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles:: CSO: Yeah, from a tomato. ::has a worm hanging out of his mouth::

CEO_Quinn:
 Aloud: This! This is quite good. ::Poking the Heart of Targ in front of him::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::sucks the worm up with, glad he took a anti-nausea medicine before he left::

Brett:
 <Trenar> TO: Here, youngling, you'll never grow big and strong like that!  ::Moves to the TO's side and heaps a pile of Gagh onto his plate with his fingers before returning to his own chair::

CEO_Quinn:
 CNS: Oh Blood wine. ::Holds out a goblet:: Could you??

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Is actually quite liking the gagh.  Junior seems to crave it.:;

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::pours the CEO some of the wine and then takes drink of his own::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Enjoys the food and the reactions of the crew. Bolians are not known for being picky at the dinner table. ::

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: So tell me my friends...What do you think of our little..."belief?"  ::Indicates the ship meaning his group::

TO_Ander:
 Trenar: Thanks.. ::eyes the gagh carefully::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Nods to the CNS in gratitude and takes a good sized swig from the goblet::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::keeps quiet and sips her prune juice::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: I, for one, am not quite sure what to make of your group? I find you to be very honorable and good companions and it will sadden me to part ways. As for the End of the Universe? I just don't have enough data..  ::smiles::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::the wine is as he remembers it from Kootenai station and the Klingons he hosted there::

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: I believe that there are so many beliefs that somewhere along the line someone is bound to get it right. If, in fact, the end does come... so be it, you are sending us off well.

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Nods at each man in turn, accepting their assessment. Smiles and gives a lift of his goblet to Quinn for the compliment, then eagerly awaits the others' perceptions::

TO_Ander:
 ::looks to Trenar, and then to the gagh; places some in his mouth to avoid speaking::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Looks for that poteen and pours himself a bit, enjoying himself::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Trenar:  I think everyone has the right to his or her own beliefs, as far as if I agree.  I am not sure, I believe that there is never an end; one always has somewhere to go once they leave this realm.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 Trenar: I agree with the Captain, not enough data.

Brett:
 <Trenar> CSO: Bah!  That is the Vulcan in you talking Lieutenant...what does your HEART tell you?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow:: Trenar: My heart tells me nothing. This is a simple matter of will the universe end or won't it? Either way it is beyond my scope to control. I face each day as it is... nothing more.

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Studies Syrna carefully then, obviously reluctantly, moves on.::

TO_Ander:
 ::finally finishes the gagh he filled his mouth with a large gulp; stops to take a deep breath before looking at the gagh again::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Smiles:: Trenar:  You are a gracious host and you give great honor to your people.  I believe in life and fight hard to win that battle a battle I often loose.

CMO_Santiago:
 Trenar:  But that said.  Like all Klingons your beliefs are your life.  I respect that.  May your dreams come true and you see Kahless.

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Takes a drink::

Brett:
 <Trenar> Quinn!  What do you think?

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: Actually I was wondering how the end will come. A great cataclysm or a fizzle or will you just find yourselves amongst the Black Fleet?

Brett:
 <Trenar> CEO: Our prophecy does not say. That has been debated among our group for many years now.  However, soon we shall see.  ::Leans forward::  I have a sizable wager with the ruler of another house that it will be a great fiery end.  ::Grins::

TO_Ander:
 ::coughs:: Trenar: What good is that wager if it's the end?

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Realizes that Trenar is waiting for one more voice. With that, he puts his drink down and turns to look at TO Ander, expectantly. ::

CEO_Quinn:
 Trenar: That's the way to go.

Brett:
 <Trenar> TO: And now, we come to the quiet one...the youngling who has manfully eaten Gagh and dined at table with a Klingon and, so far, has lived to tell the tale.  ::Smiles::  So, Mr. Ander...What do you think?

TO_Ander:
 Trenar: First, I think the bet was a waste of valuable time for both you and the other ruler. Unless of course, you can carry materials beyond?

TO_Ander:
 Trenar: I mean no disrespect however. I can't offer much more to you, though, because when it comes to the end, does anyone's thoughts or opinions matter?

Brett:
 <Trenar> TO: ::Ponders while stroking his somewhat greasy beard::  Perhaps you are correct...what does it matter?  And, in fact, I agree with you; it does not.  I was curious though to see what you all thought of our belief.  Most on Q'Onos think us mad, most on other worlds as well I think!  ::Laughs::

Brett:
 <Trenar> All: My friends, it has been a glorious trip, truly better than I had hoped for.  In the days to come, we shall see many things that no one shall ever see again.  Consider yourselves lucky to be here for the end.  When we meet again, I shall greet you as brothers...and sisters.  ::Chuckles::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Laughs along with Trenar, and takes another drink::

TO_Ander:
 Trenar: I can call no man nor woman mad, until I myself am not mad. ::smiles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Trenar: Here, here. I hope we meet together again very soon.

Brett:
 <Trenar> TO: Well said Cadet!  You must tell Kahless that one when you see him; he appreciates a good axiom I have heard.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Trenar: I do have a question, if this is truly the end, why must we travel.  Wouldn't the end come everywhere?

TO_Ander:
 CNS: Because they travel to where the end begins.

TO_Ander:
 ::nods and takes a bite of gagh, which seems much more manageable this time::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ALL: All right, enough philosophy.  Eat, drink and let us feast well into the night for tomorrow our journey ends and soon after, a new one begins!

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Takes up the goblet again before returning to the feast::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::eats a bit more of the claw::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Ponders all that he's heard tonight as the feast continues. ::

Brett:
 <<<<End Mission>>>>