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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,160
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payback's a b!tch (Broken Eggs sequel)
Title: Payback’s a B!tch (Broken Eggs cont’d)
Author: Ei’luj
Chapter: 1/4
Fandom: AVP (AU), some crossover from StarTrek Next Generation, Scorn
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cussing
Orientation: Het.
Pairing: One pair not yet, other pair, yes ;)
Summary: Where there are cities, there is commerce, and all that it entails: goods, services, credit, greed, and the average Joe (or in this case, Mei’hswei) that gets stuff from Point A to Point B (errr.. Planet A to Planet B ;) ). What happens to that insufferable Ferengyi port inspector?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Predator. Or Scorn pirates. Or Ferengyi. Or Klingons. Names and terms are from the Yautja & Klingon dictionaries; I don’t own those either. Any resemblance to any being, living or dead, actual or fictional is purely coincidental….etc., etc., etc. Also not responsible for liquid damaged keyboards or noses ;)
Feedback: Yes, please!
Notes: Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de have just finished their last run for ScornDodgers.
YautjaPost is the regular couriers.
HuntMasters is the consortium that takes Young Bloods out on their First Kainde Amedha Hunt.
There are Klingons at the port tavern; throw in a greedy Ferengyi and some pi$$ed off Yautja; should be interesting!
A turn is one day, seventurn a week; a quarter season is three months, a season is one year. Chi-dte means “dear”
Chapter One: Griping and Mayhem at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon
Day One
A couple YautjaPost crewmen plus Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are at the bar, griping about –who else- the inspector; he has charged all of them exorbitantly.
One of the YautjaPost guys sighs and says “I don’t know why that inspector has it in for us.”
His buddy replies, “Maybe he just hates us average Mei’hswei Yautja”.
Tjauke-de chimes in loudly, “I don’t know, maybe he was just BORN greedy, he’s gone after the most STUPID things, broken running lights, loose panels, flaky coms, minor dents on parcels, you name it, he’s nailed us for it”.
Setg’in-de interjects “You mean chiseled us”
At this everybody groans and one guy says “All right, Setg’in-de, for that rotten pun you gotta buy the next round!”
The Paymaster and his counterpart from YautjaPost are seated at a table near the bar having dinner. The Paymaster nudges his friend who is in the middle of a story “Sshhh, listen to those guys at the bar”.
His friend stops and listens in time to hear Tjauke-de’s litany of woes.
“They’re talking about our favorite inspector again”
“Yeah, he’s a real piece of work, isn’t he?”
“You got that right, he’s started in not only on you ScornDodgers, but YautjaPost as well, now I’m starting to feel the pinch!”
“Well, you’re not alone…. Its time somebody did something about it, I’ll be right back”. He gets up from his seat and goes down the hall to the com station. He thinks to himself ‘I’m dropping a coin to the Arbitrator; there’s enough p!$$ed off people to back it up’. He hears the com chimes- CHING DING….
A female voice says “Arbitrator H’dlak-di”
“Si- err, ma’am, I’d like to file a complaint on a day-shift port inspector”
“What’s he done?”
“Overcharge for minor discrepancies, breakage fees, waiver fees, Cetanu’s hells, he even charges if you have one tiny running light out… plus I have reason to believe he’s damaged things in order to charge for it!”
“What ships, who’s he done it to?”
“He started with ScornDodgers, now he’s added YautjaPost, and now its cutting into us paymaster’s share!”
“Do you happen to have his name?”
“Errr, can’t remember it offhand, but he’s the only Ferengyi there”.
“Ferengyi, eh? Figures. OK, we’ll check it out tomorrow”.
Day Two
Early the next morning, there is the sound of booted feet on the ramp leading to the docking bay and the inspector’s office; the teamsters and offloaders crane their necks to see and murmur amongst themselves: “The Arbitrators, wonder what’s going on?”
Three dark figures turn the corner; there is a flash of a scarlet cape.
“The Lieutenant is with them, must be something big!”
They come up to the inspector’s office and enter it. The inspector slowly looks up at this intrusion; he has glimpsed them through the window and is frightened.
Two large Yautja and a somewhat shorter one stands between them. They all are in dark armor with light edging, guards cover their shins, thighs, loins, torsos, shoulders, and forearms; the one in the middle has the scarlet cape denoting rank. All are masked and fully armed with plasmacasters, shurikens, combisticks, boot and belt- knives, and the standard wristblades.
The one in the center comes up to the desk and pulls out a badge with the crossed combistick, diamond shield and laser dot logo of the Arbitrators.
“H’dlak-di, Arbitrator”
She replaces the badge and leans forward with her hands on the desk.
The inspector looks up fearfully, and whines, “Whaaat I do for YOUuuu?”
The Lieutenant replies “Tell us what you been up to!”
The Ferengyi simpers “What you MEEEEEEannnn?”
“How about price gouging, lying, and sabotage! What do you have to say for yourself?!?”
The Inspector wrings his hands, and hesitates “Errrr, ahhh, hmmmm” then gets a crafty look on his face; he has noticed the Lieutenant’s gender- “EH, no charge for fuel”
She tilts her head to the side at this.
“I get you best place at restaurant”
At this she straightens up, puzzled.
“I get you nice clooooothes” he leans forward, looking at her midsection- “nice body should---EKKK!”
She moves forward, shooting out her left hand; once again he is lifted out of his seat by his neck, courtesy of a very irate Yautja! The Lieutenant’s deputies look at each other and think ‘Oh, now he is in TROUBLE!’
She leans her mask close to his face and says very softly “This…BODY….and its NEEDS….are of no concern to you; shall I add bribing an Arbitrator to the list?”
At this, the Inspector manages to shake his head no; his neck is released and he sags over his desk, gasping for air. As he looks up again, the Arbitrator turns with a swirl of her cape, and motions for her deputies to exit; they do so and she follows. At the door she turns back to the shivering Ferengyi .
“We got our eyes on you”. She lifts her right forearm. SH-SHIIINKK! Her wristblades extend. “Do I make my point clear?!!?”
He nods; anything to get them out of his office! CH-CHACK! The blades retract and she follows her deputies down the ramp and out the docking bay.
That evening-
The Inspector comes into the saloon for dinner; Setg’in-de, Tjauke-de and two of their YautjaPost friends notice him come in.
Setg’in-de says sarcastically, “Well look here, if it isn’t our buddy”.
Tjauke-de asks, “Yeah, he hardly ever comes in here, why’s he here now?”
One YautjaPost guy answers, “I don’t know and I don’t care, as long as he doesn’t start inspecting HERE”.
His associate leans close, “Maybe its time for some payback”.
Tjauke-de whispers to the three, “We’ll augment his drink and maybe he’ll get sick for a seventurn and won’t be able to overcharge us.”
The first YautjaPost guy chimes in, “Yeah, maybe when he’s drunk and obnoxious he’ll insult somebody and he’ll get whats coming to him.”
Setg’in-de tells Tjauke-de quietly “Just remember, if I happen to bump into you or otherwise get in your face, it’s just an ACT, alright?”
“Alright”
“No busting my mandibles, ok?”
“OK”.
A couple Klingons, YoH, and ‘Ong come in and sit adjacent to the Ferengyi. They are just “passing through” and are only stopping to refuel and have dinner.
Tjauke-de and Setg’in-de take their drinks over to their table, which is in back of the inspector and the two Klingons.
Naxa-di comes over to take their orders.
“Small bottle of c’ntlip and a large s’pke”.
“Same here”.
Naxa-di takes the orders from the other two tables also. “I’ll be back with your drinks”. Soon she returns with the liquor, stopping at the Yautja table first.
Setg’in-de gets up and comes close to Naxa-di as she sets the drinks down; the Ferengyi’s beer and the Klingons’ bloodwine are also there. “Heyyy, Naxa-di, I’ve missed you!” She looks up at him and is at a loss for words; his eyes and face speak volumes.
While she is distracted, Tjauke-de looks furtively around, and seeing nobody is looking, proceeds to pour a good amount of c’ntlip into the inspector’s beer!
The Klingons notice the delay and turn around to ask for their drinks; Naxa-di sees this and hurries over with their order and that of the unsuspecting Ferengyi.
In short time, the Ferengyi gets plastered, and starts to whine and gripe “Where my FOOOOOOD?” “Why so LOOOOONG?” “Why so EXPENNNNNsive?” He notices the place filling up with ship offloaders coming off shift; now they are the targets. “What SMELLLLS, somebody don’t WAAAASH” “Get Paymaster give you SOOOOOAP”. Even the Klingons are not spared. “Why YOU on Yaut? Who you running from?”
At this, ‘Ong starts to get up; his friend restrains him saying “Look, we eat, pay the tab, we’re out of here and on our way home; this ghargh (worm) isn’t worth the trouble” YoH subsides and grumbles “Why should we put up with this??” His friend answers, “Let that Ferenggan start an interplanetary incident, not us!”
Naxa-di comes by empty-handed; she is going to take the new customers’ orders.
The Inspector leers at her and says loudly “Heeey, you fiiiine laaaady, how muuuuuch….?” He points to the stairs to the rooming house!
She gasps in shock and again is almost at a loss for words “Whaaaat? Why you miserable-“
At this YoH leans forward and asks “Where’s our food?”
“Oh, OK” She turns and storms off to get the dinner trays, grumbling under her breath all the way. “Thank Paya that Klingon interrupted when he did, other wise there’d be an unconscious Ferengyi for Kai-dte to deal with!”
The insult to Naxa-di is too much; Setg’in-de gets in the Inspector’s face, “You gotta lotta nerve saying that, you owe me an apology, NOW!!”
“EHHHH why?? She look good, make me feel-“
At this Setg’in-de grabs him by the collar and pulls him closer
“AAAAAh, lemme GO, I do you fAAAAvor! I get you better ring for herrrr HAIRRRR…. Yours too!” Little does he know the significance; it means they are “engaged”!
Setg’in-de roars in his face, flaring his mandibles; it is loud enough to rattle things and a few fragile wineglasses shatter. Some patrons head for the door; they can sense trouble brewing. As soon as he saw Setg’in-de grab the Inspector, Tjauke-de had gotten up from his seat and gone behind the Ferengyi to block any escape route.
Setg’in-de throws a punch, but the Ferengyi ducks and it lands on Tjauke-de’s shoulder. Like anything Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are involved in, things don’t always go according to plan; Tjauke gets mad for real and goes after his brother.
Setg’in-de shoves him; Tjauke-de backs up and bumps into Naxa-di coming back with a tray full of food. It tips over and lands on YoH and ‘Ong’s table; they think the Ferengyi has done it.
“You stupid Ferenggan, watch where you’re going!” They charge out of their seats and collide with the YautjaPost guys that happen to be walking between the tables,
“Hey, you clumsy!”
“Watch your mouth”!
The verbal sparring turns to insults; they are on the verge of a fight.
Setg’in-de grabs Naxa-di “Come on, you’ll be safer behind the bar!”
In the meantime Tjauke-de runs in the back to the com, ready to call the Arbitrator if things get out of hand.
YoH and ‘Ong start to punch the YautjaPost guys and Kai-dte wades in to break it up. Kai-dte roars and grabs the YautjaPost guys, they freeze for enough time for Kai-dte to get each of them in a headlock; he then ejects them from the saloon.
As Kai-dte is coming back, YoH and ‘Ong see the Inspector’s feet disappearing beneath the tables, and realize he is trying to escape. They tell Kai-dte “After him! He’s the ghargh started all this!”
The Ferengyi gets up and darts in between the offloaders elbowing and shoving; -this starts a multitude of fights-, and he heads toward the back of the establishment.
“ ‘Ong, get him!” They dodge the fighting customers and get to the back, finally running up to where the Ferengyi has exited. It is a small window. ’Ong exclaims, “Oh, chojt, that’s too small for us to fit through!”
“Quick, go round to the door!”
This gives the Inspector a bit of a lead… but bystanders tell his pursuers which way he ran. “Klingon! That Ferengyi went down the next street”
Their feet pound on the pavement, and their breaths come faster; they can see him ahead. The Ferengyi looks back and sees his pursuers; putting on a burst of speed he darts into a side street. They chase him into a narrow alley that only lets out into an industrial area; there is no outlet save back through the alley. By the time YoH and ‘Ong reach the entrance they arrive just in time to see the Ferengyi’s head drop from view.
“ ‘Ong! This is a dead end, lets make sure he can’t come out this way, lets block the entrance!” They tip over junk so he can’t get back out that way.
“YoH, it’s going to take a lot for him to get through this pile!”
“Let’s get back to the saloon, maybe they need help”. They go back to the saloon to help stop the mayhem; maybe it will go in their favor if they help.
Meanwhile, all of the offloaders have joined the brawl in earnest, and begin to incur damage; broken furniture, drinking vessels, and plates.
Naxa-di defends herself from behind the bar grabbing anything that can be used as a weapon…. Two fighters make the mistake of coming too close to her; she cracks their heads with empty liquor bottles. Somebody throws a naxa fruit, at which Naxa-di uses a serving tray as a shield; it bounces off into the crowd. She flings a broken plate like a shuriken at another brawler’s head; it impacts with a crack, he staggers round, then falls to the floor with a thud.
Setg’in-de keeps anybody from getting near her, punching and kicking; at one point grabbing two offloaders and cracking their foreheads together, stunning them.
Kai-dte and his newfound allies the Klingons have their hands full throwing the fighters out. “You can defend your honor but do it OUTSIDE!” Kai-dte shouts at them after ejecting them.
While the brawl has been going on, a crowd has gathered outside; some are taking note of who is being booted from the saloon, and have taken the liberty of restraining them.
Author: Ei’luj
Chapter: 1/4
Fandom: AVP (AU), some crossover from StarTrek Next Generation, Scorn
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cussing
Orientation: Het.
Pairing: One pair not yet, other pair, yes ;)
Summary: Where there are cities, there is commerce, and all that it entails: goods, services, credit, greed, and the average Joe (or in this case, Mei’hswei) that gets stuff from Point A to Point B (errr.. Planet A to Planet B ;) ). What happens to that insufferable Ferengyi port inspector?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Predator. Or Scorn pirates. Or Ferengyi. Or Klingons. Names and terms are from the Yautja & Klingon dictionaries; I don’t own those either. Any resemblance to any being, living or dead, actual or fictional is purely coincidental….etc., etc., etc. Also not responsible for liquid damaged keyboards or noses ;)
Feedback: Yes, please!
Notes: Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de have just finished their last run for ScornDodgers.
YautjaPost is the regular couriers.
HuntMasters is the consortium that takes Young Bloods out on their First Kainde Amedha Hunt.
There are Klingons at the port tavern; throw in a greedy Ferengyi and some pi$$ed off Yautja; should be interesting!
A turn is one day, seventurn a week; a quarter season is three months, a season is one year. Chi-dte means “dear”
Chapter One: Griping and Mayhem at the Kainde Tjauke Saloon
Day One
A couple YautjaPost crewmen plus Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are at the bar, griping about –who else- the inspector; he has charged all of them exorbitantly.
One of the YautjaPost guys sighs and says “I don’t know why that inspector has it in for us.”
His buddy replies, “Maybe he just hates us average Mei’hswei Yautja”.
Tjauke-de chimes in loudly, “I don’t know, maybe he was just BORN greedy, he’s gone after the most STUPID things, broken running lights, loose panels, flaky coms, minor dents on parcels, you name it, he’s nailed us for it”.
Setg’in-de interjects “You mean chiseled us”
At this everybody groans and one guy says “All right, Setg’in-de, for that rotten pun you gotta buy the next round!”
The Paymaster and his counterpart from YautjaPost are seated at a table near the bar having dinner. The Paymaster nudges his friend who is in the middle of a story “Sshhh, listen to those guys at the bar”.
His friend stops and listens in time to hear Tjauke-de’s litany of woes.
“They’re talking about our favorite inspector again”
“Yeah, he’s a real piece of work, isn’t he?”
“You got that right, he’s started in not only on you ScornDodgers, but YautjaPost as well, now I’m starting to feel the pinch!”
“Well, you’re not alone…. Its time somebody did something about it, I’ll be right back”. He gets up from his seat and goes down the hall to the com station. He thinks to himself ‘I’m dropping a coin to the Arbitrator; there’s enough p!$$ed off people to back it up’. He hears the com chimes- CHING DING….
A female voice says “Arbitrator H’dlak-di”
“Si- err, ma’am, I’d like to file a complaint on a day-shift port inspector”
“What’s he done?”
“Overcharge for minor discrepancies, breakage fees, waiver fees, Cetanu’s hells, he even charges if you have one tiny running light out… plus I have reason to believe he’s damaged things in order to charge for it!”
“What ships, who’s he done it to?”
“He started with ScornDodgers, now he’s added YautjaPost, and now its cutting into us paymaster’s share!”
“Do you happen to have his name?”
“Errr, can’t remember it offhand, but he’s the only Ferengyi there”.
“Ferengyi, eh? Figures. OK, we’ll check it out tomorrow”.
Day Two
Early the next morning, there is the sound of booted feet on the ramp leading to the docking bay and the inspector’s office; the teamsters and offloaders crane their necks to see and murmur amongst themselves: “The Arbitrators, wonder what’s going on?”
Three dark figures turn the corner; there is a flash of a scarlet cape.
“The Lieutenant is with them, must be something big!”
They come up to the inspector’s office and enter it. The inspector slowly looks up at this intrusion; he has glimpsed them through the window and is frightened.
Two large Yautja and a somewhat shorter one stands between them. They all are in dark armor with light edging, guards cover their shins, thighs, loins, torsos, shoulders, and forearms; the one in the middle has the scarlet cape denoting rank. All are masked and fully armed with plasmacasters, shurikens, combisticks, boot and belt- knives, and the standard wristblades.
The one in the center comes up to the desk and pulls out a badge with the crossed combistick, diamond shield and laser dot logo of the Arbitrators.
“H’dlak-di, Arbitrator”
She replaces the badge and leans forward with her hands on the desk.
The inspector looks up fearfully, and whines, “Whaaat I do for YOUuuu?”
The Lieutenant replies “Tell us what you been up to!”
The Ferengyi simpers “What you MEEEEEEannnn?”
“How about price gouging, lying, and sabotage! What do you have to say for yourself?!?”
The Inspector wrings his hands, and hesitates “Errrr, ahhh, hmmmm” then gets a crafty look on his face; he has noticed the Lieutenant’s gender- “EH, no charge for fuel”
She tilts her head to the side at this.
“I get you best place at restaurant”
At this she straightens up, puzzled.
“I get you nice clooooothes” he leans forward, looking at her midsection- “nice body should---EKKK!”
She moves forward, shooting out her left hand; once again he is lifted out of his seat by his neck, courtesy of a very irate Yautja! The Lieutenant’s deputies look at each other and think ‘Oh, now he is in TROUBLE!’
She leans her mask close to his face and says very softly “This…BODY….and its NEEDS….are of no concern to you; shall I add bribing an Arbitrator to the list?”
At this, the Inspector manages to shake his head no; his neck is released and he sags over his desk, gasping for air. As he looks up again, the Arbitrator turns with a swirl of her cape, and motions for her deputies to exit; they do so and she follows. At the door she turns back to the shivering Ferengyi .
“We got our eyes on you”. She lifts her right forearm. SH-SHIIINKK! Her wristblades extend. “Do I make my point clear?!!?”
He nods; anything to get them out of his office! CH-CHACK! The blades retract and she follows her deputies down the ramp and out the docking bay.
That evening-
The Inspector comes into the saloon for dinner; Setg’in-de, Tjauke-de and two of their YautjaPost friends notice him come in.
Setg’in-de says sarcastically, “Well look here, if it isn’t our buddy”.
Tjauke-de asks, “Yeah, he hardly ever comes in here, why’s he here now?”
One YautjaPost guy answers, “I don’t know and I don’t care, as long as he doesn’t start inspecting HERE”.
His associate leans close, “Maybe its time for some payback”.
Tjauke-de whispers to the three, “We’ll augment his drink and maybe he’ll get sick for a seventurn and won’t be able to overcharge us.”
The first YautjaPost guy chimes in, “Yeah, maybe when he’s drunk and obnoxious he’ll insult somebody and he’ll get whats coming to him.”
Setg’in-de tells Tjauke-de quietly “Just remember, if I happen to bump into you or otherwise get in your face, it’s just an ACT, alright?”
“Alright”
“No busting my mandibles, ok?”
“OK”.
A couple Klingons, YoH, and ‘Ong come in and sit adjacent to the Ferengyi. They are just “passing through” and are only stopping to refuel and have dinner.
Tjauke-de and Setg’in-de take their drinks over to their table, which is in back of the inspector and the two Klingons.
Naxa-di comes over to take their orders.
“Small bottle of c’ntlip and a large s’pke”.
“Same here”.
Naxa-di takes the orders from the other two tables also. “I’ll be back with your drinks”. Soon she returns with the liquor, stopping at the Yautja table first.
Setg’in-de gets up and comes close to Naxa-di as she sets the drinks down; the Ferengyi’s beer and the Klingons’ bloodwine are also there. “Heyyy, Naxa-di, I’ve missed you!” She looks up at him and is at a loss for words; his eyes and face speak volumes.
While she is distracted, Tjauke-de looks furtively around, and seeing nobody is looking, proceeds to pour a good amount of c’ntlip into the inspector’s beer!
The Klingons notice the delay and turn around to ask for their drinks; Naxa-di sees this and hurries over with their order and that of the unsuspecting Ferengyi.
In short time, the Ferengyi gets plastered, and starts to whine and gripe “Where my FOOOOOOD?” “Why so LOOOOONG?” “Why so EXPENNNNNsive?” He notices the place filling up with ship offloaders coming off shift; now they are the targets. “What SMELLLLS, somebody don’t WAAAASH” “Get Paymaster give you SOOOOOAP”. Even the Klingons are not spared. “Why YOU on Yaut? Who you running from?”
At this, ‘Ong starts to get up; his friend restrains him saying “Look, we eat, pay the tab, we’re out of here and on our way home; this ghargh (worm) isn’t worth the trouble” YoH subsides and grumbles “Why should we put up with this??” His friend answers, “Let that Ferenggan start an interplanetary incident, not us!”
Naxa-di comes by empty-handed; she is going to take the new customers’ orders.
The Inspector leers at her and says loudly “Heeey, you fiiiine laaaady, how muuuuuch….?” He points to the stairs to the rooming house!
She gasps in shock and again is almost at a loss for words “Whaaaat? Why you miserable-“
At this YoH leans forward and asks “Where’s our food?”
“Oh, OK” She turns and storms off to get the dinner trays, grumbling under her breath all the way. “Thank Paya that Klingon interrupted when he did, other wise there’d be an unconscious Ferengyi for Kai-dte to deal with!”
The insult to Naxa-di is too much; Setg’in-de gets in the Inspector’s face, “You gotta lotta nerve saying that, you owe me an apology, NOW!!”
“EHHHH why?? She look good, make me feel-“
At this Setg’in-de grabs him by the collar and pulls him closer
“AAAAAh, lemme GO, I do you fAAAAvor! I get you better ring for herrrr HAIRRRR…. Yours too!” Little does he know the significance; it means they are “engaged”!
Setg’in-de roars in his face, flaring his mandibles; it is loud enough to rattle things and a few fragile wineglasses shatter. Some patrons head for the door; they can sense trouble brewing. As soon as he saw Setg’in-de grab the Inspector, Tjauke-de had gotten up from his seat and gone behind the Ferengyi to block any escape route.
Setg’in-de throws a punch, but the Ferengyi ducks and it lands on Tjauke-de’s shoulder. Like anything Setg’in-de and Tjauke-de are involved in, things don’t always go according to plan; Tjauke gets mad for real and goes after his brother.
Setg’in-de shoves him; Tjauke-de backs up and bumps into Naxa-di coming back with a tray full of food. It tips over and lands on YoH and ‘Ong’s table; they think the Ferengyi has done it.
“You stupid Ferenggan, watch where you’re going!” They charge out of their seats and collide with the YautjaPost guys that happen to be walking between the tables,
“Hey, you clumsy!”
“Watch your mouth”!
The verbal sparring turns to insults; they are on the verge of a fight.
Setg’in-de grabs Naxa-di “Come on, you’ll be safer behind the bar!”
In the meantime Tjauke-de runs in the back to the com, ready to call the Arbitrator if things get out of hand.
YoH and ‘Ong start to punch the YautjaPost guys and Kai-dte wades in to break it up. Kai-dte roars and grabs the YautjaPost guys, they freeze for enough time for Kai-dte to get each of them in a headlock; he then ejects them from the saloon.
As Kai-dte is coming back, YoH and ‘Ong see the Inspector’s feet disappearing beneath the tables, and realize he is trying to escape. They tell Kai-dte “After him! He’s the ghargh started all this!”
The Ferengyi gets up and darts in between the offloaders elbowing and shoving; -this starts a multitude of fights-, and he heads toward the back of the establishment.
“ ‘Ong, get him!” They dodge the fighting customers and get to the back, finally running up to where the Ferengyi has exited. It is a small window. ’Ong exclaims, “Oh, chojt, that’s too small for us to fit through!”
“Quick, go round to the door!”
This gives the Inspector a bit of a lead… but bystanders tell his pursuers which way he ran. “Klingon! That Ferengyi went down the next street”
Their feet pound on the pavement, and their breaths come faster; they can see him ahead. The Ferengyi looks back and sees his pursuers; putting on a burst of speed he darts into a side street. They chase him into a narrow alley that only lets out into an industrial area; there is no outlet save back through the alley. By the time YoH and ‘Ong reach the entrance they arrive just in time to see the Ferengyi’s head drop from view.
“ ‘Ong! This is a dead end, lets make sure he can’t come out this way, lets block the entrance!” They tip over junk so he can’t get back out that way.
“YoH, it’s going to take a lot for him to get through this pile!”
“Let’s get back to the saloon, maybe they need help”. They go back to the saloon to help stop the mayhem; maybe it will go in their favor if they help.
Meanwhile, all of the offloaders have joined the brawl in earnest, and begin to incur damage; broken furniture, drinking vessels, and plates.
Naxa-di defends herself from behind the bar grabbing anything that can be used as a weapon…. Two fighters make the mistake of coming too close to her; she cracks their heads with empty liquor bottles. Somebody throws a naxa fruit, at which Naxa-di uses a serving tray as a shield; it bounces off into the crowd. She flings a broken plate like a shuriken at another brawler’s head; it impacts with a crack, he staggers round, then falls to the floor with a thud.
Setg’in-de keeps anybody from getting near her, punching and kicking; at one point grabbing two offloaders and cracking their foreheads together, stunning them.
Kai-dte and his newfound allies the Klingons have their hands full throwing the fighters out. “You can defend your honor but do it OUTSIDE!” Kai-dte shouts at them after ejecting them.
While the brawl has been going on, a crowd has gathered outside; some are taking note of who is being booted from the saloon, and have taken the liberty of restraining them.