[Deck Ten, Forward]
'It's a human expression... But I'm not sure how you ride a shotgun. It sounds dangerous.' Jada added with a frown.
'Thanks. It wouldn't be a formal class, more a... a gang, with members teaching each other and a few seniors to lead. That's an Orion way. I'm not interested in the traditional masterĖslave teaching relationship.' Jada explained, in between eating leftover chips and swigging a drink. 'I think a few people would be interested: Security officers looking to learn new techniques, others interested in sport or martial culture. They don't necessarily need to learn the lirpa, just some polearm techniques Ė I won't have a lirpa in battle, but I might have to pick up a broomstick or steel pole or pool cue.' Jada offered as an example. 'Mostly, I'd like to see more combat versatility among the Security and Operations personnel. We train in melee defensive techniques, but they're not balanced by offensive understanding. The Mirror crew and my counterpart hit us hard with daggers and swords. Klingons and Orions look down on Starfleet for bringing a gun to a knife-fight. And physical weaponry may be more effective against Tzenkethi biology.'
Jada rose, taking Snake's carry-tank with her. 'We can catch up to S'Murr. If not, then there's a free holodeck booking we can steal. she suggested, with characteristic Orion opportunism.
Drawn by Solluk's words, she gazed out the window, also impressed by the stunning view. She wished she had something so eloquent to say. Instead, she stole something else. 'Orion poets call nebulas like these the veils of heaven's harem, and the stars the jewels. They show the beauty of the universe, and hide her secrets. Of course, the poets are men, so the universe is an Orion slave girl. It's right, though. You've got to love her.' she explained with feeling, then fixed a curious eye on the unusually poetic Vulcan. Solluk wasn't like most Vulcans she'd met. 'And the other half?'