Star Trek: Starbase 777 - drydock-module-corridor

After bragging about his giant vat of mint chocolate ice cream, Kronos was out here really pushing a trolly with a tub of it down the corridor. Sure they had replicators on the Losgek, but there was a level of satisfaction he got knowing this was Commonwealth made mint chocolate ice cream. Kronos was dressed in his normal KCA uniform, weird straps around his chest and shoulders along with the ugliest ribbed grey sweater imaginable. He had rather short black shorts and tall boots. In his mind if he was going to do crimes, he might as well do them in style. Depsite donning the KCA uniform it was clear Kronos was neither Klingon nor Cardassia, he was just a cute Bajoran man with soft features.

Jayrehi walked alone amongst the corriders, dressed in long traditional trill dress, with some “flare” to go with it, though it made her more self-concious now, rather than the feeling of self-assuredness she used to have wearing it. It felt strange.

Kronos was just pushing his little cart, minding his own business for the most part. He was excited to bring his comrades all this ice cream though. He noticed the Trill along his path and was honestly not going to say anything, but she was walking towards where the Losgek was docked and he needed to be sure she wasn't there to try anything nefarious. "Hey, you, where are you heading?" He asked in an attempt to sound friendly, but in reality he didn't give a fuck about anyone who wasn't in his faction. Hell, he didn't care much about others in his own faction either.

“Does it matter?” she muttered. “I just want to walk in circles.” It sounded stupid, but she often had her best ideas simply pacing around in an empty place. It was highly annoying for her to bump into someone else while she was in this deep and highly concentrated, and part of that showed within the slight flash in her eyes.

"Just like walking in circles? Is exactly what a Terran would say," Kronos let go of his little cart and immediately drew his knife, pointed right at the stranger. "You are going to tell me where you're going or this is going to get very bloody," The Bajoran with the softest features said in a threatening tone very incongruous with his appearance. Kronos' bright jade green eyes stared at Jayrehi, showing that he was not afraid to make a move.

She looked at the knife, before looking back. “I don’t feel like dying today, but I’ve already told you the truth. I don’t care what bloody ships are around the corner and whoever they belong to. It’s not worth my time.” she muttered, her hand still in her pocket. In it, was a compact phaser set to a near lethal capacity, though she hoped she didn’t have to use it.

"You think I would believe that? I know you Terrans are always up to no good," Kronos hissed through his teeth, not dropping the knife, but he grabbed his trolly with his free hand and began to take a few steps back. He could see the other officer had her hand in her pocket-- a weapon? Probably. "I'm taking all this ice cream for myself, you will have to rob someone else for some creamy cold goodness," Kronos said, still backing up, slowly getting closer to where the Losgek was docked.

“Ice cream..? Sorry, I’m allergic to milk. Won’t be stealing that any time soon.” she chuckled, her accent becoming sharp, as if beckoning slightly.

"Good well, I will be on my way with this," Kronos lowered his knife and tucked it into his pocket again before gripping his trolly and pushing it towards where the Losgek was docked. He was bringing the whole crew ice cream, w00t w00t! That was totally not poisoned.