Captian Moqlah of the Klingon empire warbird Kahless was not a patient man. He had been promised by his superiors 4 days shore leave on a particularily fetching pleasure planet and the fact that his inompetant helmsman had delayed them by 4 hours had majorly pissed him off. Now finnaly he had arrived at his favorite traders. This time he would get a proper slave. The last trader he had delt with had not pleased him. But Shur was a high end slave trader, and he always had the best of slaves.
"SHUR!! GET YOUR GREEN ASS OUT HERE!"
Moqlah was tired of waiting, the puttering insect of an assistant was annoying him.
Shur's large boned frame apeared from behind a screen, the heavy set orion slowly meandering over to where the imposing form of the klingon captian stood.
"Ah hello captian. I have some fine ladies for you today. right this way"
Shur never took any of Moqlah's barking seriously. All klingons were like this.
Leading the irrate klingon to the back, where the cages were lined in plush fabric. Shur threw back a tarp off one cage, revealing a scantily clad, human girl.
"Here we are."
"SHUR!! GET YOUR GREEN ASS OUT HERE!"
Moqlah was tired of waiting, the puttering insect of an assistant was annoying him.
Shur's large boned frame apeared from behind a screen, the heavy set orion slowly meandering over to where the imposing form of the klingon captian stood.
"Ah hello captian. I have some fine ladies for you today. right this way"
Shur never took any of Moqlah's barking seriously. All klingons were like this.
Leading the irrate klingon to the back, where the cages were lined in plush fabric. Shur threw back a tarp off one cage, revealing a scantily clad, human girl.
"Here we are."