Star Trek: Starbase 777

The dancefloor had a giant DJ station, a big dancefloor installed by OPS, a disco ball, and so many decorations. There were streamers and flags everywhere, and the area had been done up beautifully (thank you OPS and Civilian volunteers!)! DJ Sh'rek, who had been on the Starbase for a few months and was already in love with the place, had been chosen to bring the sick beats, playing fantastic music from all over the galaxy, from contemporary to oldies! He does in fact take requests, but be warned, he will make the beat drop and the bass shake!

The party had started. And if you found yourself in this area, you'd be on the dancefloor! Here would be found a tall, fat Andorian-Orion hybrid dressed in a very comofortable looking track suit and a group of people dancing on the dancefloor. Sh'rek was standing on the stage that had been set up near the dance floor. There were giant speakers and they were blasting sick beats, of which this particular DJ was responsible for. He was nodding his head and making fun DJ noises and doing DJ things like splicing music together. "LET'S GO, STARBASE 777! IT'S TIME TO GET DIRRRRRTYYYYYY!" (edited)

K’tehka was on the dance floor and busting some moves! His dancing was sensual and his limbs were everywhere. Big man, big energy.

A cape flowed behind Mavna’s shoulders as she spun around the dance floor, the trans flag emblazoned across the fabric flapping in the wind she’d generated. She wasn’t able to do a lot of really fast freestyle dancing given the chainmail and light armor she was wearing, but she was enjoying herself either way! Her trans cape fluttered down against her back as she came to a stop, a lesbian flag sash around her waist similarly stilling as the Bajorion bobbed back and forth on the dance floor. Her knight armor clanked around as she did so. She found it hilarious.

"Glorious moves, ma'am!" K'tehka said from a few yards away on the dancefloor, his arms thrashing next to him as he did some sort of out of style Klingon thrash punk windmill situation. "You look poised for battle!" Then he stopped abruptly and bowed dramatically, lowering his center of gravity like he was going to attack but instead doing some dance move that looked a lot like throwing someone across the room, but there was no one being thrown.

"LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEVEN SEVEN SEVENNNN!!!" Another sick beat dropped, there was a scrrrrching noise as the records were wiggled and DJ Sh'rek blended another song with a lot of wub wub into the next, more fast-paced one.

“Hah! Somethin’ like that, yeah,” Mavna said to K’tehka with a grin, grabbing the back of her cape and giving another twirl, “I thought I’d live up to the ‘knight lesbian’ ideal for my first proper pride, aaand my friend helped me pick out the cape!”

K'tehka was grinning just as big as Mavna, especially at the twirl. "I do not know much about this metal-clad knight lesbian ideal, but whatever it is seems honorable. To be a knight is to be a warrior. I am no lesbian, but it is honorable to love women!" K'tehka bowed, particularly gracefully. "Glory to you, and your house, Knight...?" He was asking her name. "I am K'tehka. Son of Th'omon. I am a warrior and I am eager to meet you in battle... a DANCE battle!" He raised his arms dramatically in an old Klingon dance pose.

Meanwhile, Tavek was dancing off on a less occupied part of the dance floor, simply enjoying the music. He hadn’t exactly came with anyone as a date, and he didn’t really care about that. Shinji and Silver were off somewhere, and he liked being in the general vicinity of them at events like these, since, as his wonderfully helpful brain provided, “what if something happened and someone hurt them, Shinji was barely more than a kid and Silver physically couldn’t hurt someone, if someone attacked this event full of people he had to be there with his new friends” But, besides his worries, he was still having fun, if it wasn’t exactly prudent to get too drunk, he would dance instead. He was dressed in black jean shorts and a rainbow crop top, nothing special since he just wanted the freedom to dance and move as he pleased.

Ato had also shown up to the dance floor, mostly to meet up with his friend Mavna! He was wearing joggers and a tee shirt with a small rainbow on it. It was a muted outfit mostly because Ato rarely wore normal civvies. “Hey!” He called out to his friend who was perhaps engaged in a dance battle as he approached, wiggling and jiving on his way to meet her.