McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Klingon Council]

The two fiersome looking humanoids walked through the airlock from the bridge of their cruiser moored near the station. One was slightly aged, speaking with a strong, bellowing voice. The other was a bit younger but equally menacing in appearance. Their demeanor became evident when the security guard demanded their weapons, both groaning at him. The guard, no slouch himself, had seen enough fighting and let them pass.

Gorkon stood a moment to survey the lounge. He paid little mind to the man with the bird on his shoulder. He also paid little mind to the Kusarian, figuring saying anything would set off tensions with any local Bretonians. The man eating his dinner looked familiar but in respect, he left him to his peace.

Gorkon's partner was a bomber pilot. Rodeffer came from Freeport 9 when he heard of trouble.
He spoke little by choice but when he did he did so with authority.

Gorkon heard the music being played but didn't recognize that it was Dane Summers playing it.
"Excuse me," he asked of him, "I seek Dane Summers. Might you know where we can find him?"

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"Revenge is a dish best served cold."