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Docking Port: Khain Arrives (open thread)

Posted Oct. 3, 2019, 11:09 p.m. by Civilian Captain Khain (Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad'hea) (David Shotton)

A crowd had gathered outside the viewport of Docking Port 6, it wasn’t every day that a Klingon Bird-of-Prey docked at the Federation station and this particular kind was one not seen before, and it carried on it injured Starfleet personnel. Those looking out the viewports would note the black and grey scheme, the angular, sharp edges of an armor that looked oddly metallic and seemed to reflect the space around it slightly. To an educated eye the ship was maybe very slightly larger than a run of the mill Bird-of-Prey, but the profile revealed that the ship, the Khazad’hea, was well armed. It was clean, well maintained and looked new.

Starfleet personnel had gone into the ship only moments after it had arrived and been made secure, then exited less than 10 minutes later with two people on stretchers that were rushed quickly to sickbay. Members of the crowd strained their necks to get a glimpse of who was on the stretchers, to see if it was anyone they recognized, but the bandages and blankets, and nurses, prevented a clear look except that the blue of a Science uniform could be made out being carried by one of the orderlies following the medical team.

Shortly after that, with just enough time for the murmers and comments of the crowd to settle and a few to leave to go about their day the docking port door slid open again, this time however it wasn’t Starfleet personnel going in, it was several of the crew of the Khazad’hea coming out. Each and every one was dressed alike, black uniforms with metal buckles and studs covered by layered black leather armor covering shoulder and torso leaving enough room so as not to hinder movement. Aside from the similarity of uniform, what was most notable was that these Klingons were clean and tidy, they looked efficient, smart and professional instead of the patched leather meatbags of barbaric rage and barely contained emotions that Klingons often carried with them. Almost like a wave the crowd parted before the group as they moved forwards, the doors sliding closed behind them and a lone Klingon Warrior stopping, moving to one side to guard the door without a word and without a backwards glance from his shipmates. Standing still, the warrior placed a hand on the dagger at his belt and simply stared expressionlessly at the crowd, none of the Klingons carried a weapon other than the dagger. Holsters for energy weapons and places for other knife scabbards being conspicuously empty of such adornments.

One Klingon, the most notable in the group paused after a short distance, himself stepping to one side and allowing the rest of the party to continue their journey again without words. None of them looked angry, or particularly pleased in fact, they simply looked. Continuing their pace they soon disappeared around the curve of the corridor leaving the one notable Klingon where he stood, looking at the crowd.

The man was tall and broad. His head shaved bald he wore an eye patch over his left eye, the eyepatch bearing the same house symbol that was visible on the Bird-of-Prey outside the viewport. His moustache was trimmed, and a House Sash revealed he had some significant rank and position. Worn openly on his belt was a Klingon Kut’luch dagger, known to be used by assassins and capable of inflicting terribly painful and mortal wounds on its victims however the big warriors hand went nowhere near it, instead his hands moved behind his back and were held easily at rest as he took a few steps towards the viewport. The crowd gathered near the viewport in his way began to move restlessly as they tried to make room however the big Klingon just smiled as his eyes moved from the warship outside to the people before him. The smile was unusual on a Klingon, it held no subdued threat or challenge and was undeniably and suddenly pleasant on what had been moments before, a stern and unforgiving face, it was as if at the flick of a switch the big mans entire demeanour had changed from warrior to poet.

“You don’t need to move for me,” his voice sounded deep but calming and smooth. “I’m easily tall enough to see for myself, she’s a beautiful ship isn’t she? One of a kind, in fact. The pride of House Kholl.” The big Klingons eyes swept the people before him and he turned back to the viewport, seeming to drag many of their eyes with him and away from him to the ship he spoke of. For minutes he stood and looked out into space at his warship, the smile still on his face and his eyes thoughtful but he didn’t speak again and nobody seemed eager to speak to him, one by one they drifted away and left the big Klingon alone to his space.

Khain of House Kholl, Captain of the IKS Khazad’hea


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