Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexander Cochrane (XO) in CNS Office - Attn. Lt. Do’trahk

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: : As the doors closed, the Counselor would find herself in what appeared to be an ancient stone fort. Fairly small, with one gateway to the north and stone steps leading to stone battlements not far above her. The breeze that would ruffle her hair and the scent it carried would reveal an ocean close by, and the sounds of waves breaking against a cliff face sounded from far below her and to the west, past the wall. The sky above was dark and red, cloudless but seeming stormy nevertheless, and the area was lit by flaming torches set several paces apart on the battlements and stairs, with one larger bonfire that seemed to be roasting some kind of large animal in the center. : : : : To the East and South the walls continued unbroken to reveal no keep in this fort, it was purely battlements. The reason was shown not far to Delarosa’s left as a small earthen mound that contained metal double doors was visible and obviously led down and into the ground, the doors themselves being emblazoned by the image of two oddly shaped Klingon Daggers crossed and over a background of flames. It was an image that matched the engraving on Do-trahks eye piece. To her immediate right was a rack of weapons, a selection from what appeared to be many different species and all designed for hand to hand combat. All of them looked large, heavy and decidedly vicious. : : : : That point was provided by a number of what appeared to be bodies lying motionless on the ground, all of them Klingon, and all dressed in traditional looking Klingon battle armor, with their weapons lying close to them. The sound of footsteps sounded on the stairs behind her, as Do’trahk descended the steps one by one, his heavy armored boots sounding loud on the stone. “Counselor” he said, his voice loud and strong, “Welcome to my home, and more specifically the seventh Battle of Qo’vorth. It is unfortunate that you arrived between the assaults of my Houses enemies, you are missing out on the thrill of battle.” As he stepped off the last step and to the ground, his hand motioned to a table that he began to head toward. “Will you drink with me Counselor? To Victory in battle and honor.” : : : : Lieutenant Do’trahk : : CMO : : Delarosa could not ignore the fascination that creased against her mind, specifically in the modes of imagination and curiosity. It was interesting to see what exactly was going on within the stone-made establishment, apparently carved by the Klingons, or so she could only assume. Noticing the artificers and objects specific to the warish culture, she found that her assumptions were sound and proven. After all, it had not been the most difficult to come upon, especially when noting the apparent planet and species, which the good doctor apparently hailed from. Well, it was all a matter of assumption, not fact. : : Roux studied her surroundings, noting upon the details of the innerworks of this holosim. The weapons caught her eye, eliciting a quite response, to make certain there was no impending danger from their placement within the fort. What surprised her more, however, was the indication of their origin. It was clear that these weapons were not all from the blacksmiths of the Klingon empire. For the fact that weaponry from opposing civilizations was being utilized in this battle sim, or so it seemed, was enough room for questions to pop into her attentive mind. : : Her gaze leisurely fell to the bodies of the Klingons, who were seemingly dead, likely slain by the man who had programmed and completely this sim. She found it curious, the hostility of the Klingons, regardless of where they were assigned or happened to reside. She did not judge them, however. As she knew, quite well, the flaws of her own idiosyncratic culture. It would only be throwing bricks at glass houses, if she were to ever form an opinion on this matter, for the same reason a Klingon night judge her own occupations. : : With her attention successfully diverted to the immense creature, Delarosa paid close attention to his words. At his explanation of what this place was, her eyebrows rose, minutely, in further inquiry. She wanted to know more about the reason for this battle, or even the story behind it. However, she was not there for pleasantries or to learn about culture. Instead, she had come to focus her questions on the CMO; even if she Now was slightly bummed out by her own job. “A rather curious event, Lieutenant.” She remarked, restraining herself from asking anything regarding it. “I cannot deny whether or not I am missing out, but it appears it was quite the battle.

Making her way over to the table, after giving a nod of agreement to him, she lowered herself to it, crossing her legs under it, her hands resting against the hard surface of the holographic projection. “Certainly, Doctor.” She agreed, simply.

Delarosa CNS

OOC: I loved that post :) well written.

IC: Do’trahk nodded in agreement, his grin wide, breathing still deep after the exertions of the fight just finished, but still controlled as he let his body relax and prepare for the next round. Seating himself, the big Klingon took one of two large metal carafe’s that were sitting in the centre of the table and poured two goblets of drink, at the same time the man helped himself to a small selection of various meats and fruits that were in a number of bowls on the table. Notably, most of the portions were not wholly Klingon in nature, the staple fairs of Gagh and wild looking meats not being present, instead examples of staple foods from Earth and a small number of other Federation planets could be identified, and as Do’trahk placed the Goblet in front of the Counselor the aroma of Bloodwine was noticeably absent. Instead, it was Prune Juice. The other carafe held Ice Tea.

“Help yourself to anything you desire” the big man stated as he removed his spiked gauntlets, laying them to one side, the simple motions seeming almost awkward to him, even a very slight sneer creasing his lip as he reached forward to pick up what looked to be a knife and fork, then pausing and looking at her with a serious expression, although the glint in his eye betrayed something like, humor, perhaps. “We will not speak of this outside of this holo-deck Counselor” he stated, switching the knife and fork between hands a few times and then settling on the wrong combination. “You wanted to speak to me, to assess whether I was of sound mind to work among Humans and other Federations, I believe.”

Lt Do’trahk
CMO