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Pre SIM: Vronclon checks in with the CoS

Posted Jan. 31, 2020, 8:21 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk (Chief Security Officer) (Katy Darrah)

Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Pre SIM: Vronclon checks in with the CoS
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He took a couple more sips. “The Empire was in disarray and shattered. I was on the Warbird T’Met at that time. Commander Almax is a great leader. He held us together and helped rebuild the empire. One day I saw a post about an Officer exchange program and since I didn’t have anything left, I took it and now I’m here. Will
Is there anything else you would like to know....sir?” He took some more sips and waited, staring straight into the CoS eyes.

Ensign Vronclon s’Viaen Security

“I’ve heard about the destruction of your world. As much as Klingons hate to admit it, you made great adversaries and we cannot wait until we can meet again on the field of battle.” Arthur said, sounding very much Klingon.

Vronclon lowered his head and frowned before raising his head back up with a slight tear forming in his right eye.

“Is there anything you’d like to know from me?”

Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk

“Yes. Why wish war? I’ve done missions to Klingons and on Klingon. I know I’ve killed more People than you and more Klingons as well as a slew of other races. I’ve also been present in matters of diplomacy and new beginnings....Sir. I do understand where you are coming from and not only appreciate but know the sincerity in what you have just said. But I prefer peace. Commander Almax once told me that a smart man knows what to say. But a wise one knows when to say it. You are taught not that well in that area. I suggest brushing up on it or you’ll find that one day you might make the same choice as the XO did from your bio.”

He stood up and downed the rest of the coffee and placed the cup gently on his bosses desk. “Thank you for the coffee. May I be excused if you don’t have anything further to tell me....Sir?”

Ensign Vronclon s’Viaen Security

Arthur’s eyes closed for a moment as he tried–and failed–to compose himself. He stood up and drew his knife. “You ever mention that man again, you’ll see exactly why I’ve survived this long. And that’s not an empty threat, Ensign, you might think you know what he did, and you might claim to favor diplomatics, but if you did you’d understand the value of battle in my culture and know that I do not wish war. However, the day will come when it happens, and the battle will be glorious. Now, get out of my office unless you’d rather that day be today.”

Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk

In a calm and even manner Vronclon spoke he stayed where he was. “I understand. I know a Klingon would not pull out his House knife and threaten to use and it not be a veiled threat.” His eyes narrowed and his voice became stern.

“But YOU are NO Klingon! Just a pretend wannabe. If I wanted to I could have taken your little trinket from you at anytime.” He took a step foreword and pressed up against the desk. “I know I will get cut but you will die child!”

Then a sense of reason came over him and he stepped back slowly. “My apologies..Sir. I believe we both are pretending to be something we are not. Me a civilized Starfleet officer and you a Klingon. But at least you can claim yours better since you were raised by them from almost birth.” He looked back into Jones’s eyes and with strong conviction he said in a tone that he practiced and used for a very long time in the Tal Shair. “But know this. You ever pull that knife or anything else out on me and I will not hesitate to beat you down and send that trinket back to your House with a lock of your hair and your hand. I hope you understand me?”

Ensign Vronclon s’Viaen Security

Arthur scowled at the other man. “You are a very lucky man that I don’t have a larger weapon here or I’d be sending your head back to what’s left of your precious empire!” He spat, spinning the knife to a backhand grip, looking ready to stab the other man with it.

Vronclon let out a very big and hearty laugh. “So you need a weapon? A bigger weapon at that? That’s precious. You really are weak and pathetic. You sir! Have a very weak House and are a poorly taught and trained warrior!”

“Mark my words, Romulan. You lay a hand on me and my entire house will rally upon it to call for the eradication of Romulans. And you know we’re well capable.” He growled again–Dee and guttural. “And I might not be a Klingon by blood, but does it matter? I have all the rights of a Klingon warrior, including to wear the emblem of my house. Do not tempt me or you might find that I make your life very unpleasant.”

Arthur Jones, son of Ruk

“Oh I see. You want to xo something now. Now that only 16% of us are alive? See. You’re weak. You might win but I assure you that you and no one in your House will be around to see the Romulan Empire dissapear.” He said harshly.

Then he walked around the desk calmly and put his hands behind his back and put out his neck. “Come on Klingon! Do it! I dare you!” Then after a slight pause he yelled. “DO IT! SoHvaD lo’laHbe’ bastard! (You worthless bastard)”

Ensign Vronclon s’Viaen Security

Arthur saw red for a moment, and spun around, knife flashing in the light, before stabbing Vronclon in the chest, but avoiding most of his vital organs–almost as if he didn’t truly want to kill him.

“And I never thought I’d be around to see the end of the Romulan Empire.” Arthur said, confirming the fact that he wasn’t aiming to kill.

Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk

Vronclon saw it coming as if in slow motion. He could have prevented it but didn’t want to.

He closed his eyes when the knife entered in between his ribs. He knew Arthur knew how to use a knife. Feeling the hot searing pain in his chest and the heat of his blood slowly making a stain on his shirt.

Her didn’t take the knife out as he stepped back. Knowing that that was what was stopping most of the blood from freely flowing out. “You actually did it. I was wrong about you. You do have the ball’s to do this job and be a warrior. I’ll be honored to serve with you. ” he smiled and put his hand in Arthur’s shoulder and was getting ready to say something else when he heard the shout.

NE Justin was passing by when he heard the shouting in the COS office. And happened to enter just as things grew to their worse moment seeing Arthur taunted and then willfully stabbing his own JO. “..Holy crap!” He declared stunned into indecision of what to do really in this case.

GM CockRoach

Vronclon came out and put his finger to his lips to quite the NE Ensign. In a calm manner he reached out like he didn’t have a large knife sticking out of his chest. “It’s ok guy. I tripped in the bosses office. Accidents happen.” He looked back at the CoS and smiled. “I’ll just go get this looked at and bring back your knife cleaned sir. Accidents happen. ” He then patted the NE’s back and left for sickbay.

Ensign Vronclon s’Viaen Security

NE Justin looked to shocked and stunned to say anything to Vronclon before he left. “..But.....but I ....” he looked to Arthur confused and at a loss of how to proceed. “..I think I need to report this sir..” he said numbly.

GM CockRoach

“You heard him. He fell. I was showing him how the side blades fold out and he fell towards me, that’s all that happened. Understand?” Arthur said in a no-nonsense way.

Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk


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