Voyages of the Nibelungen

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Walküria pondered the fate of the human female she had quite literally destroyed to the point where, while she still lived, she no longer served any purpose. Any other species might perhaps have concluded that they had gone too far in their excesses but that was snot something a Jötunn would even consider, especially not a nameless, unrelated, slave girl. Either way the girl had to be replaced unless perhaps she could be used for some other manner of medical experimentation. She instructed Ralkaa to keep the girl in her current state until such a time she could be exchanged for another, healthy, test subject.

She then turned her attention to the door, subtly hidden behind a wall to floor mirror. She of course knew that her uncle had kept a personal harem of pets that served no other purpose than to pleasure him in whatever ways he desired. She also knew that as the new captain of The Nibelungen, they were now her pets to serve the same purpose for her as they had for her uncle. She gave a nod at Ralkaa and, still absolutely naked and without any sign of being uncomfortable about being so in front of Ralkaa, rose to her feet and walked over to the door.
"I have been curious to find out what Uncle Ymir kept behind this door ever since I first served as his apprentice when my mother died."
And with that said she pressed her hand against the lock, felt a quick sting as an extremely thin needle pricked her skin to draw her dna. The lock turned green and the door slid open to reveal a corridor with 4 small rooms on either side and a larger, luxuriously decorated, one at the end.

Each of the smaller rooms had a door made from a transparent material, not unlike glass but harder, to allow anyone to look in but not out. She nodded as she inspected the pets kept inside. First there was a slim Pandoran who was almost as tall as Walküria herself. In the room opposite was a Rahkti, with (for her species) small breasts but a slimmer body than most female Rahkti. Next to her there was an Orion which made Walküria nod to herself and smack her lips as she was, through Vina, very well acquainted with the sexual prowess and appetite of the species. To have one was a blessing, two was certainly a luxury.

There was also not one but two Twi'lek females, a rare species that must have cost Ymir quite a hefty price, unless of course they were spoils of war, and three humans, of which she soon learned that two were mother and daughter. The other human female was the result of the same genetic defect as Hrafnir. It was like a buffet of all manner of debauchery for her to savour at her own leisure.
"Not a bad collection indeed," she commented after having inspected the harem.
"Uncle Ymir certainly had good taste. I will have to have some of them replaced by males as we go along. I do of course very much appreciate the affections of females, as any Jötunn female does, but a few good cocks wouldn't hurt."
She then stopped herself and looked at Ralkaa.
"Unless of course you can make your drug more stable and I can have the best of both worlds."
She smiled one of her rare smiles and continued into the larger room which she, as she had assumed, was designed for all manner of orgies. There were tools of both pleasure and pain along the walls and in the middle a large stage. At the far end was a plush couch of dark purple velvet.

Walküria took a deep breath and imagined all the things that had gone on in that room and all the things she could use it for.
"Did Uncle Ymir ever use the stage for his harem to fight each other, do you know?" she asked Ralkaa.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Captain's Quarters @MsBloom (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Ralkaa got up from her seat, and equally naked padded after Walkuria. As the ships chief medical officer she was perhaps the only other person on the ship, outside of Ymir, and now Walkuria who had ever been given access to this portion of the ship to keep the captains pets in good health. She made notes on which of the creatures Walkuria lingered on, and which she seemed to have less interest in, anticipating more test subjects and the new captain personalized her harem.

Most of the pets didn't notice the duo, the one way glass not letting them know they were being observed. The Pandoran stalked back and forth in her luxurious cell, like a cat. The Orion slave girl danced sensuously, possibly a way she had pleased Ymir, the mother and daughter duo sat on a bed, the mother brushing her daughter's hair, and the busty mute seemed to be sleeping. Only the Rahkti watched the door, her psionic abilities allowing her to sense the pair of observers outside her own room.

Ralkaa looked up as she was spoken to. "I'm sure extension could be made, or the residents put into the same cell. I'm sure xeno-anthropologists would be interested to observe some of these species living in confined spaces together. "

She pondered the two other questions. "Of course I would love to refine my concoctions. But that will require more test subjects and other resources that may be ... beyond the current budget of the ship in it's current state." She said diplomatically. The other questions was easier to answer. "Pointing to the dark haired human, she said, "That one was acquired from a pirate captain your uncle defeated in a game chance. She was trained and used to wrestle other females for dominance while their owners and spectators placed bets. And yes... your uncle often had his... your pets compete for his attention, or to avoid his attention. I believe one of his favorites was to have them use cattle prods while their wrists were chained to one another." she explained. "I often had to treat electrical burns, bruises, and sometimes light cuts."

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Having visually inspected her uncle's harem and concluded the lack of males among the eight entertainment slaves Walküria nodded and retracted her earlier order about exchanging the now ruined human test subject back in Ralkaa's secret laboratory and instead lingered in front of the human mother/daughter duo.
"Take the daughter as your next test subject," she said.
"And focus on stabilising the effects of your drug. When we get to Hondo's trade station (a.k.a DS5) we will sell one of the Twi'leks and procure another one, a non-human one, perhaps a Rahouni."

She then turned her attention to the dark haired human. She certainly didn't look like a fighter. If anything she looked more like the kind of bait they used in the cages at repair station Delta 6 for other species of greater physical strength and stature to tear limb from limb for entertainment. She could even have bee one of the specialised prostitutes for rent there. Then again she also knew that these human offspring of Jötunn women were in general stronger than their purebred human counterparts.
"While we eat, let's have ourselves a show. This one against Hrafnir. Cattle prods sounds fun. Prepare them."
Whether The Nibelungen's C.M.O knew it or not Hrafnir had also been trained as a cage fighter, by Walküria herself and by Laaneth, and that she had won several tournaments at said space station, both on her own and teamed with either one of her teachers.

Walküria then whistled for her consorts and made her way to the inner room where she sat down on one of the plush couches, and as soon as they arrived Vina sat down at her feet while Hrafnir was told to remain standing. Not long after that there was a clatter of metal and porcelain to indicate that the ordered food was on its way.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Captain's Quarters @MsBloom (Ralkaa, C.M.O)


Ralkaa nodded and made a few final notes on her data pad. "Your will be done captain." she said she eyed the blonde human up. She would do for now. Raalka didn't bother asking Walkuria which twi'lek she wanted to sell, assuming there would be a selection process at a later date. Using her communicator to summon some guards to the exterior door of Walkuria's chambers, she opened the cell where the mother and daughter were finishing getting ready for the day.

They smiled at Ralkaa as she entered, but looks of confusion crossed their faces when they saw that the doctor was undressed, as well as the female Jotunn behind her, even more naked. No one had informed the harem about Ymir's death yet.

Ralkaa took the daughters wrist, and with surprising strength started to drag her out of the cell and and out of the harem annex towards the doors. The two didn't know what to do, Ralkaa had always tended to them and the other harem members in their cells. Once they had been selected for Ymir's personal harem, none had ever left the annex.

"Where are you taking her!?!" the mother cried rushing to stop Raalka, but the Chiss took her by the throat and pushed her back into the cell, before closing it. Through the one way glass, Walkuria could see the older woman banging on the door, yelling, while Ralkaa led the girl away, handing her off to the guards, to be taken and confined to the medical wing.


As the guards took the crying girl away, the clatter of a trolley echoed down the hallways as Bessy, assisted by Sigrid pushed the car with the captain's food order down the hallway and into her quarters. The duo stopped at the threshhold of the harem though, knowing that Ymir had often invited individuals in, but had not let them out afterwards.


In the chamber, the dark haired beauty stepped out of her cell sleepily as the door opened. Seeing Walkuria sitting in the lounge, she paused, as ignorant as most of the rest of the harem about the change in her ownership, but seeing the cattle prods on the circular stage she knew what she had been summoned for, and made her way onto the stage, a sultry sway to her body as she picked up one of the prods and looked her opponent over.

Hrafnir was shorter and more slender than her counterpart. When the match began it became clear she was more agile too. Ymir's slave had some training but it seemed that training was meant to make her fighting more performative. To put her assets on display for the audience as she moved, while Hrafnir had been trained to actually fight.

The cattle prods buzzed and spat spacks as the two went on the attack or guarded, Hrafnir, getting the first hit, shocking her opponent with a jab to her belly. Another caught the busty girl on the shoulder, and then thigh. On a fourth lunge, her opponent caught her wrist in her free hand and stung her own prod into Hrafnir's inner thigh before Walkuria's pet broke loose.

The fight continued in this way, Hrafnir getting 2 or three hits in, for every one she took, but it seemed that her opponent was not without tricks of her own, as the strikes she took, though painful seemed to affect her much less than when Hrafnir was stung.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Walküria reclined on the couch and sent Vina to collect the food while the two fighters picked up the weapons she had chosen and tested their weight and functionality while also looking each other over to assess the other's strengths and weaknesses. The fight did not begin until the food had arrived.
"Care to make it interesting," The captain of The Nibelungen, asked its Chief Medical Officer, as casually as if she was about to enjoy watching her niece and pet tear some poor creature to bits in the cages of Delta 6.
"1000 credits that Hrafnir will make short work of my uncle's slave and bring her to submission before you can finish one of these steaks?"
She indicated the plates with the Cave Bear Steaks, grabbing one for herself an pouring a glass of Hyperian Fire Wine, a beverage known for it's deep, savoury, almost blood-like, taste and highly intoxicating qualities. Many species with a slower metabolism barely managed a glass before being drunk off the arses, much the same way a Jötunn barely felt any effect at all from regular wine.

As the fight started it soon became obvious that Autumn's training had been more focused on entertainment and on special moves that were designed to display her body more than on actually doing any sort of damage. The way she moved, as the two fighters circled each other waiting for the opportunity to strike first, she always seemed to present either her massive breasts or her generously round ass to the audience. This changed a bit when she too realised the difference in her training compared to that of her, slightly shorter, opponent's.

Hrafnir did get the first successful strike, which did not surprise Walküria one bit, and managed to avoid the first few attacks from Autumn. It seemed, however, that Autumn was not entirely lost as a fighter and her first strike to hit Hrafnir took Walküria's pet by surprise. This only seemed to sharpen her resolve and her attacks. She got more hits in than Autumn did but also realised that each hit affected Autumn less than it did herself.

Still the fight wasn't exactly even and Hrafnir maintained her advantage, both through her training and her natural agility, dodging most of Autumn's strikes and landing most of her own. Soon enough Hrafnir's advantage became so big she was basically just dancing around her opponent who's strikes became more erratic and desperate. Once, for about every four or five attempted strikes from Autumn, Hrafnir landed a hit and each one seemed to slow down Autumn even more.

At this point it would be obvious to even the most casual of observers that Hrafnir was just playing with her opponent, the way a cat might catch and release its prey, until in one swift move she did a roll and kicked Autumn's feet away from under her and barely a breath later was straddling the busty half-human aiming the cattle prod at her throat.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Captain's Quarters @MsBloom (Ralkaa, C.M.O)


After giving the young blonde over to some of the ships guards for transport to the medical labs, Ralka made her way back to the harem, giving them a last look at her panty clad butt as she sashayed away, before the doors closed, ignoring the tears and pleadings of the blonde girl. Walking by the doors of the private cells, she noted that the girls mother was still banging on the door, tough she couldn't hear her through the special glass.

Taking a seat on the couches, she looked at the massive cart of food Walkuria had ordered. Bessy and Sigrid had left after delivery, leaving Ralkaa with just the captain and her pets. She gave the captain a rare smile. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass, something tells me I wouldn't be able to finish this even if the fight went for hours." she said, before she tucked in to her portion and watched the fight.

It really was an uneven fight. Hrafnir was a trained fighter, while Autumn, was meant to be an amusement, a plaything, something for rich owners to bid on during a fight against a similarly trained pet. However that didn't mean that Hrafnir was having it all her own way, or that she didn't make mistakes. Taking Autumn to the floor was one such mistake, the bronzed beauty might not have been a fighter, but her training had included wrestling, and as she managed to catch Hrafnir's hand by the wrist as she stabbed down at her neck, she continued to reposition her opponent into a devious join lock. Autumn still laying on the floor, with Hrafnir held above her, her legs spread, and Autumn's arm constraining Hrafnir's own, while she choked the leaner hybrid.

Autumn's other arm, armed with her own cattle prod wrapped around and came to rest on Hrafnir's pelvis, just above her mound and let out a long sparking discharge as it expended it's energy into Walkuria's niece. For a moment it seemed Autumn had turned the tables, but Hrafnir was not to be denied.

Ralkaa watched, fascinated as Hrafnir spun her boyd in the lock, disclocating her shoulder with an audible crack. Stradling the stunned Autumn, she shoved her own cattle prod into Autumn's torso and held it ther intil Autumn's eyes rolled back and passed out, going slack.


Ralka took another bite of her steak, and looked to Walkuria', gauging her reaction, while her own eyes hid her feelings beneath the pupiless red orbs.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

There was a hell of a lot more fight in the slave girl than both Walküria and Hrafnir had thought but neither of them were worried as she began to lock down Hrafnir while keeping the cattle prod away from her. The bronze skinned woman was still exhausted from having had to keep up with the captain's, faster and more agile, pet. To Walküria it almost looked like Hrafnir was still just toying with her, letting her believe for a brief moment that she had any chance at turning the fight around.

There was a look of something between excruciating pain and unbearable pleasure on Hrafnir's face as Autumn stung her right above her cunt with the prod. It was a face Walküria had seen many times before both in sexual situations and in the cages. Her niece had just had an orgasm and even before Hrafnir made her next move Walküria knew what it would be. She had seen the young Jötunn-born human do it many times before in sticky situations.

Hrafnir dislocated her right shoulder with a loud crack and, in a move almost too swift to see, wiggled herself free and was on top of Autumn again. As she pressed the cattle prod into her opponents right breast there was another look Walküria had seen many times on her face. One that also signalled high levels of pleasure. While Hrafnir was of course entirely subservient to her mistress she wouldn't have been the daughter of Kára Herjasdottir if she didn't also have a strong dominant side. In fact, Walküria was probably the only person (other than perhaps her mother) that she was fully subservient towards.
"That's enough my pet."
At the order from her mistress Hrafnir removed the cattle prod from her prey, that was what Autumn had turned into during the fight, and stood up, hands at her sides turned towards Walküria. She bowed and with a swift, experienced pull on her right arm she popped the shoulder back in without even so much as a wince.
"The spoils are yours. Do with them what pleases you as long as you do not cause any irreparable damage. Your pet might be useful in other ways as well."

Walküria, now having finished the first steak and one of the bottles, turned to Ralkaa.
"This curse of risking a child like both of our fighters for tonight has plagued Jötunn women since the great Yggdrasil was no more than a green shoot rising up from the mists of Mímisbrunnr. I want you to use the defeated slave to try and solve that genetic defect. At least find a way to reverse it. It is really bothersome trying to maintain a matriarchal society when it is quite possible that the ruling Queen does not bear a purebred Jötunn daughter, like my sister hasn't yet. She has only had Hrafnir who due to this defect is not considered a worthy heir to her mother's throne."

While Walküria spoke Autumn had regained consciousness but only to find the other Jötunn-born human standing naked over her. When Hrafnir saw Autumn's eyes opening she lowered herself down onto her pet's face while still looking up at her own mistress.
"For now though," Walküria concluded and indicated to Vina that she wanted the Orion girl to pleasure her orally.
"Let's enjoy our meal and the show. Is there any of the other pets in the harem that you would like to enjoy while we do?"

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Captain's Quarters @MsBloom (Ralkaa, C.M.O)


Watching the end of the fight, Ralkaa was about to get up and use the dermal regenerator to fix up the burns each of the combatants had sustained but as Hrafnir claimed her throne on the semi-concious Autumn's face, she decided that now wasn't the best time, lest Hrafnir take that as a challenge and attempt to claim her as well.

The blue skinned doctor, listened as Walkuria explained the predicament her race and family faced, began to consider the opportunities, challenges, and risks that following that line of research might take. Still it seemed that she had gained another test subject, one with interesting and new DNA and that opened many possibilities into her own research. She glanced back to Hrafnir and Autumn, the later of whom was now back in her element. Pleasuring the victor after a fight was one of the common elements of being a sex gladiator, though if she had registered her demotion from prized harem member, to a pet's pet, and a test subject to boot, was hard to tell as her face was hidden by Hrafnir's thighs as wet slurps were the only noise she made.

Ralkaa watched as Vina moved between Walkuria's legs, similar sounds joining Autumn's Ralkaa considered the offer. "I've never had the pleasure of an Orion slave girl before." she said, glancing back at the cell door where Ymir's had kept his. As Walkuria might ponder this request, Ralkaa decided to push her luck and make another. "It may be helpful to finding a solution to the problem of human-Jotunn hybrids if my pool of specimens were increased. Would Hrafnir be amenable to participating in clinical trials?" she asked, before cutting off another bite of cave bear steak and popping it in her mouth.

 

[MsBloom]

Walküria "Ironcunt" Herjasdottir Sinmara of Utgard

Captain's Quarters @Colonel_Liam (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

"Ah yes. These Orion women are indeed something special," Walküria said and gave Ralkaa permission to go and get the one from her uncle's harem.
"Did you know," she continued once the doctor had once again taken her seat, now with an Orion slave at her feet.
"Their saliva contains an enzym that acts as an aphrodisiac to basically every species in the galaxy, both the male and the female have this enzym. This is of course why they are such popular commodities at any brothel worth its name and in private harem's such as my uncle's."

Hrafnir rode Autumn's face relentlessly and without much mercy, giving herself several orgasms, while playing rather roughly with her pet's unusually large breasts and even with her cunt. As much as it was becoming obvious that this was a situation Autumn was a lot more comfortable, and skilled in, than the fight, it would also become obvious to Ralkaa that Hrafnir certainly was no stranger to it either. She had performed in that way many times for her mistress, ridden the face and other parts of her defeated prey's anatomy for her aunt's pleasure.

"As for involving Hrafnir in your research doctor I will allow you to take DNA samples from her for comparison but no further experimentation. Every compound you make and want to test the effects of in this research will be tested on Autumn until you have a positive result, a reversion of the defect."

Walküria finished both her steaks before Ralkaa had even made it halfway through hers, and had downed yet another bottle of the wine. She had also had two more orgasms from Vina's skilled tongue and by the time she had finished the dessert she had had another.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Captain's Quarters @MsBloom (Ralkaa, C.M.O)

Ralkaa got up and retrieved the white haired slave girl from her cell, and soon had the short haired minx giving her much the same treatment that Walkuria was receiving from Vina, her blue skin and slaves green making a delightful swirl of colors. "I had of course read about the many pheromones this species can exude in a variety of ways...." she gasped as the girls tongue ran over a sensitive spot. "But it's quiet another to experience it all first hand." she added as she tried to compose herself.

She watched as Hrafnir rode Autumn's face, giving her prize barely enough time to draw in ragged gasps of air as she rode her to several climaxes, Autumn's tanned hands digging int Hrafnir's thighs as she gripped the other hybrid.

Ralkaa nodded at Walkuria's instructions regarding her niece. Those limitations would make an already difficult task harder, but she decided against arguing, at least at this point. "I will draw up a list of other supplies I will need. Some may be difficult to come by so progress may be slow at first, but I will of course do my best captain." she managed just before the Orionite pushed her into a blissful orgasm.

Eventually Ralkaa dressed and left the chambers, leaving her captain to enjoy her pleasures in private.




Illium Clan Quarter: Koruk Illium @MsBloom as Sindra, @LeaT as Talas

Koruk stood in the hallway outside the main door that led to the complex of rooms and chambers his clan called home aboard the Nibelungen. It had been several days since they had left port and headed for frontier space, on their new captains orders. So far there hadn't been any major interuptions in the ships operations, but there had been several near misses, as recently promoted female officers who were not used to their stations made mistakes, or clashed with the recently demoted males officers.

The casualties the crew had sustained in the battle that took Lord-Captain Ymir's life also had exacerbated the problem. Koruk personally had no issue with female officers, thinking that skill came down to the individual rather than along gender lines, it was simply that many of the newly promoted women had not served out their apprenticeships in full yet. Oftentimes positions of authority were handed down like noble titles within the families that ran various stations and systems. In at least one instance because of the revised rules, Koruk was aware of a girl barely 13 years old comanding a whole battery of starboard cannons.

Grumbling had begun among crew elements until it reached first officer Talas' ears, who had requested a meeting with him along with several other senior crew men and women. Koruk had accepted, hoping there would be no reason for the grumbling to reach the captain. Who knew what might happedn then?

And so he waited, ready to receive his guests, and show them the best hospitality his clan had to offer.

 

[LeaT]

Illium Clan Quarter: Talas @Colonel_Liam as Koruk Illium @MsBloom as Sindra

Talas had collected the young navigator both for the business she had in the crew quarters and a certain personal curiosity. She wasn't quite sure what to expect from the male bridge members, she wanted a second but one that wouldn't appear too intimidating to the potentially disgruntled male officers. While she did not displace him as first officer, Koruk was the senior member of the bridge crew and would likely have gotten the job if it were not for the new captain. Talas did not share her captain's strict view on gender roles, though she had seen worse blanket proclamations. While she herself had ample experience in starship operations, she knew many of the new bridge staff did not, nor did she have extensive experience with this particular ship and crew. She needed to build a bridge with this pool of male experience.

She had little experience with Cardassians, the Andorians had little interaction with them in general, which was perhaps for the best. Hopefully she and Koruk could look past racial preconceptions and political animosities to deal with each other as individuals. Sindra, from all indications was a capable navigator so they wouldn't be dealing from a position of weakness or ignorance. As the male crew were mostly oath bound or otherwise tied to the ship, they all had a stake in the efficient operation and profitability of the vessel. Of course that was the logical end of it, but many species were not all that logical with the male portions often being least logical of all. But there were more ways than logic to convince a stubborn male and Talas could be quite creative when the need arose. She hoped Sindra could as well.

 

[MsBloom]

Sindra was unsure why ey (the pronoun preferred by the Disir about themselves as there was no male of female of their species) had been chosen by the new first officer, the legendary former commander of the Andorian Imperial Guard. Perhaps ey had been chosen because of the lack of binary gender among eir species. The Disir were hermaphrodites and as such were in a sense both male and female. This made em an exception to the order to remove all male officers from the bridge it also made em an exception to replacing them with all female officers. This lack of binary gender also meant ey would not be biased in favour of either gender. Ey would be more likely to be considered neutral in the matter than any of the other officers currently assigned to the bridge. Ey were also one of only two non-male officers on the bridge to not have replaced a male officer. The other was Doctor Hesra'lka'ao the Chief Medical Officer, although she spent less time on the bridge than she did in her laboratory, which effectively meant that Sindra was the only officer on the bridge to keep eir assignment after Captain Herjasdottir of the Sinmara clan, the infamous Ironcunt, banished all male officers from the bridge.

Ey also knew The Nibelungen inside out. Even though eir position as Chief Navigator was only a galactic standard year and a half old ey had been born on The Nibelungen and spent all of eir life on it. Eir family was one of the first to have been oath bonded to the ship by Captain Kárasdottir of the Sinmara clan. Before that eir family had been bonded to the Sinmara clan for more than fifteen generations. This double bond to the ship and its captains also made them unique among the crew and perhaps as such well suited for whatever First Officer Talas was planning.

Ey were of course aware of the dissatisfaction among the male officers in general and especially those that had been banished from the bridge. It would not be an exaggeration to say that ey missed the former Helmsman, Ensign Bok'dhera who had held the assignment since before Captain Magnisson of the Sinmara clan took command of the ship. There were few pilots in the galaxy that could match the skill and experience of Ensign Bok'dhera who, from what Sindra had heard was now assigned to pilot one of the landing vessels which was a complete waste in eir mind.

At the same time ey knew the truth in what Captain Herjasdottir of the Sinmara clan had spoken as she assumed command of The Nibelungen. The Jötunn was, and had always been, a matriarchy, at least as far back as their recorded history went (which was certainly not as long as the new captain had claimed). From this perspective it made perfect sense that Captain Herjasdottir of the Sinmara clan would restore that order. There had been no male officers on the bridge before Captain Magnisson of the Sinmara clan. In fact Sindra was as puzzled as the new captain about the reasons Captain Saxasdottir of the Sinmara clan might have had for entrusting the once invincible battle cruiser, the flagship of the Jötunn fleet, to her brother when she ascended the throne as queen of Utgard and its colonies.
"Eig hetr Sindra, Chefsnavigatör" ey said, in eir native tongue, as ey stepped into former Chief Science Officer Illium of the oath-bonded Illium clan.
"I am Sindra, Chief Navigator," eye translated into the common tongue used among the crew of The Nibelungen and politely bowed eir head in a slow nod.
Ey then remained silent by First officer Talas' side waiting to see if the reasons for em having been invite to the secret meeting would become more clear.

 

[Colonel_Liam]

Illium Clan Quarter: Koruk Illium @MsBloom as Sindra, @LeaT as Talas

The former bridge officer greeted his guests formally. Pushing the knuckles of both fists together, he bowed to Talas first, bending at the waist to something like a 45 degree angle, exposing the back of his strangely boned neck. "Welcome Commander to my clan's fief." Turning to Sindra, he repeated the gesture, though this bow was on of equals, a still a bow at the waist but nowhere near as deep as the one Talas had recieved. And you Chief Navigator Sindra, of the Volvur, welcome to my clan's fief."

He opened the pressure locked door behind him, and Talas was treated to a view of a void clan's living quarters. In the 200 years since the Nibelungen had been comissioned and launched, much had been repurposed or refitted by the members of the crew who lived permenantly aboard her, many of whome would never leave the ships frame.

Bunks were bolted from floor to ceiling of most chambers with ladders running along to allow their occupants to climb to the higher ones, without disturbing those on their rest shift over much. Another central chamber was a smokey and oily space, as older Cardassian crew members, cooked the clan's ration from the ships stores in huge cauldrons or on heated sheets of metal over chemical flames.

Koruk led the unlikely duo through a door to his own quarters. The single room, which featured a bed on one side, a small chair with a shelf that contained several odds and ends, along with a modest collection of data slates, and print books and pamphlets. Another wall features a small electric cook station, and a curtained off corner likely contained a personal shower, washbasin, and privy. All of this was contained in a space less than the the lounge area of Talas' quarters, but compared to the packed tiers of bunks outside, it was paradise. It was all Koruks.

In the center of the room, was a table and four chairs. Gesturing for them to be seated, Koruk went to the cook station's cooling unit and brought out a bottle of black liquid and three glasses. Setting them down in front of them, he poured each of them a measure of a thick, treacly substance. "To Captain and ship." Koruk, said, tipping the glass back in his throat, before refilling his glass, and their as well.