Crossed Blades (open to all!)

[Kinley Garrison]

[Qo'noS Á¢â,¬"Arena]

Kinley looked up at the massive building rising up in front of her with a gaze of awe, the crowd already thundering. Looking around at her fellow crew mates , she smiled. The Federation ambassador had gotten them some seats to a bat'leth tournament, and she was kinda excited to see something new and exciting.

Walking into the arena, the deafening roar of the crowd already waiting for the event to start seemed to shake the building. "WELCOME! To the 54th annual Tournament of Champions!" An announcer yelled over the sound system. "In the blue corner, we have Jakkur the Mighty facing two-time champion Malog the unstoppable! Warriors, blades at the ready!"

[Demlion Riverbank V]

[Qo'noS Á¢â,¬"Arena]

Kinley looked up at the massive building rising up in front of her with a gaze of awe, the crowd already thundering. Looking around at her fellow crew mates , she smiled. The Federation ambassador had gotten them some seats to a bat'leth tournament, and she was kinda excited to see something new and exciting.

Walking into the arena, the deafening roar of the crowd already waiting for the event to start seemed to shake the building. "WELCOME! To the 54th annual Tournament of Champions!" An announcer yelled over the sound system. "In the blue corner, we have Jakkur the Mighty facing two-time champion Malog the unstoppable! Warriors, blades at the ready!"

The Vorta came walking into the seating area. He had wanted to see the Klingons battle out in a arena. Sadly, he would not be able to see it. On the other hand, he would be able to hear the crowd which will be his eyes to see. The Jem'Hadar would enjoy to be part of this event. They would quickly want to fight these Klingons as well. However, he was far away from them. He was in a very long distant from his old friends. And his processors. And the Founders.

His poor bright violet eyes were not doing justice to find his seat. He was hunched down, his eyes getting close to the numbers. The fellow audience ignored him. They knew who he was and where came from. Even being aligned with them they had not wanted to aid him.

The cheering of the crowd was deafening to his super sensitive ears. There was a growl to warn that he was to close. He stood up. Raised his hands up to show he was not hear to harm. He tried to speak the words, "I am very sorry, I was trying to fin----" His soft voice was not loud enough to carry above the roaring crowd. The crowd got more excited.

The Vorta had waited for the crowd to calm. Perhaps he could have another try.

[Kirok]

The Vorta came walking into the seating area. He had wanted to see the Klingons battle out in a arena. Sadly, he would not be able to see it. On the other hand, he would be able to hear the crowd which will be his eyes to see. The Jem'Hadar would enjoy to be part of this event. They would quickly want to fight these Klingons as well. However, he was far away from them. He was in a very long distant from his old friends. And his processors. And the Founders.

His poor bright violet eyes were not doing justice to find his seat. He was hunched down, his eyes getting close to the numbers. The fellow audience ignored him. They knew who he was and where came from. Even being aligned with them they had not wanted to aid him.

The cheering of the crowd was deafening to his super sensitive ears. There was a growl to warn that he was to close. He stood up. Raised his hands up to show he was not hear to harm. He tried to speak the words, "I am very sorry, I was trying to fin----" His soft voice was not loud enough to carry above the roaring crowd. The crowd got more excited.

The Vorta had waited for the crowd to calm. Perhaps he could have another try.

[Stadium]

EQ was slightly ahead of Demlion.  Oddly enough this was his first time meeting the man.  That was a good thing in a way given that the man was a doctor.

"Man I've been waiting to see one of these" he said.  He waited for a second for a response and then looked back.  "You need help, Sir?" he asked.

[Lennox Ainsley]

[Qo'noS Á¢â,¬"Arena]

Kinley looked up at the massive building rising up in front of her with a gaze of awe, the crowd already thundering. Looking around at her fellow crew mates , she smiled. The Federation ambassador had gotten them some seats to a bat'leth tournament, and she was kinda excited to see something new and exciting.

Walking into the arena, the deafening roar of the crowd already waiting for the event to start seemed to shake the building. "WELCOME! To the 54th annual Tournament of Champions!" An announcer yelled over the sound system. "In the blue corner, we have Jakkur the Mighty facing two-time champion Malog the unstoppable! Warriors, blades at the ready!"

[Arena]

This was certainly something.

The Scotsman couldn't afford to miss out on a holodeck opportunity such as this. He looked back at Kinley, a smile on his face as he too had looked up at the building - noting it's massive proportions.

Exciting, new and certainly attracted a large crowd.

The roar in which had greeted him was...indescribable, only to be pierced by the announcer's voice as he had gone ahead to his seats.

[Demlion Riverbank V]

[Stadium]

EQ was slightly ahead of Demlion.  Oddly enough this was his first time meeting the man.  That was a good thing in a way given that the man was a doctor.

"Man I've been waiting to see one of these" he said.  He waited for a second for a response and then looked back.  "You need help, Sir?" he asked.

The Vorta bright violet eyes turned to look up at the individual who used to be a Borg. The poor eyes of the Vorta had not noticed the individual. The Nurse smiled to the person. "Ah yes, I have poor eye site," he explained. The medical officer uses optical goggles that were made for him to do his duty as a nurse.

The short medical officer stood closer to the Ex-Borg. Oh. He was one of those Borg. Excellent. "My name is Demlion...I was hoping you could help me find my assigned row. It is Row 3."

[Kirok]

The Vorta bright violet eyes turned to look up at the individual who used to be a Borg. The poor eyes of the Vorta had not noticed the individual. The Nurse smiled to the person. "Ah yes, I have poor eye site," he explained. The medical officer uses optical goggles that were made for him to do his duty as a nurse.

The short medical officer stood closer to the Ex-Borg. Oh. He was one of those Borg. Excellent. "My name is Demlion...I was hoping you could help me find my assigned row. It is Row 3."

[Arena]

"Sure, no problem, Sir" EQ replied.  "It's right over here.  I'm EQ Kimball by the way" the Liberated Borg replied.

"Just follow behind me.  Or if you need, you can put your hand on my shoulder.  I don't bite" he said as he started to slowly make his way forward.

"I typically work in Ops or Engineering.  Where ever I'm needed.  What do you think of the new ship?" he added after they arrived at their seats.