Posted July 17, 2018, 2:20 p.m. by Civilian Q'ragh, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (Dave Eads)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Spaceport - Arrival of the Sons of the House of Duroc
Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Spaceport - Arrival of the Sons of the House of Duroc
Posted by Civilian Michael Conrad (Black Sparrow CO) in Spaceport - Arrival of the Sons of the House of Duroc
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Dash was in awe of the way the Commissioner handled that, Dash’s way would have probably ended in pain and suffering and needless bleeding … for Dash. He had fallen silent, allowing the older man to take control of proceedings. Now, Dash approached the car and paused … his time on Qo’noS reminded him of the importance placed on protocol by the Klingons and he most definitely didn’t want them to think he was challenging them to a duel to the death … even the smallest of the Klingons, the one referred to as runt, and a title that Dashel himself received, would beat him without raising a sweat, it seemed. So, Dashel waited for the Klingons to enter before him. Besides, it meant they wouldn’t be at his back and he could make a quick escape if the car ride turned nasty.
-Dashel Jamison, CIO
The tallest of the three Klingons glared at Dash and bared his teeth in what at first may have been taken as an attempt to eat him… but soon worked it’s way into a kind of most unsettling smile. “In you go, Son of Morak. You are blessed to be with us! And more blessed to be the one to test the interior for traps! Go, and may your death rattle be loud and bloody!” and he slammed a large hand onto the CIO’s shoulder and pushed him towards the open car door in what would be considered a friendly fashion if one: they had currently finished some kind of combat sport and two: had he not hit the human with such force.
Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc
OOC: Correcting typos.
The “Runt” still stood six foot two inches, in fact, and was the eldest of the brothers. He paused for a moment while Urg played with Dash, still unsure if they were doing the right thing… but it had appeared that Kvaa’rton had spoken to all of them. This was the place, and here they would find clues as to the next steps they must take to restore House Duroc! Once the others were inside the vehicle, he got in himself and fixed his eyes on the Comissioner. “Where do you take us?” He asked.
-Q’ragh, Son of House Duroc
Michael Conrad watched as the Klingons disappeared. It was probably a blessing for the Klingons to be fair. Michael had his fair share of run ins with kliingons. Then again, he had had his fair share of runs ins with just about anyone. He was typically ready for anything a Klingon would dish out. And there was a part of him that definitely wished he had managed to snag the opportunity to put a few more holes in their garbage truck of a ship. Then again, it probably wouldn’t have been a fair fight.
He shrugged and went back to his work on the Black Sparrow.
-Michael Conrad, Black Sparrow CO
Joseph unbuttoned his Jacket with one hand whilst placing his cane over his thigs with his other “Where?” He smiled as he leaned back in his seat at one end of the limousine “Wherever I feel like taking you” As he said that the door closed and the vehicle started moving up-up and away. Joseph looked at his left wrist, there was a small computer screen attached to it “It took longer than I like to authenticate your identities, but shouting out Kvaar’ton really helped so thanks for that.” After a moment there was a beep and from his right side, a PaDD came from the door. The elderly human grabbed it and started reading “Q’ragh, K’vorth and Urg’tohn. Triplets born and raised on Kronos, I don’t have great immediate access to the Klingon archives but that will soon be remedied” He smiled as he looked up “Don’t worry gentlemen if I wanted you dead You would be” He spoke softly but the Grandfatherly tone that Jamison had heard the first time they had met was gone, replaced with a certain firmness “You three assaulted Federation Citizens after having been here less than ten minutes. Now they will be pressing charges, I am fairly certain of this. What will happen with those charges depends largely on the three of you” Although he was addressing them as a group he was focusing on the eldest, it was clear he had had interactions with Klingons before “Are you going to be attacking any more of my citizens without cause?”
Commissioner Karlson
Urg’tohn leaned forward, and for the first time the aura of chaos and Klingon-style whimsy faded… replaced with a look of absolute conviction and belief. “You do not scare us, old man. Nor does your threat of a weak and ineffective justice. You are not dealing with any the likes of which you have seen before. We are Klingons… ones who have been tested, fought, jailed, experimented on, beaten, tortured, and vilified by our own. And yet…” and he swung his arms as wide as the confines would let him “… here we are. We bring the God Kvaar’Ton with us. We have been sent here by him to fulfill our holy quest and restore our House and Kvaar’Ton himself to his rightful place. Many have stood against us. All have failed. So do what you will, little man.” and he leaned back, an air of absolute confidence and serenity in his bearing. “We. Are. The. Chosen.” and paused and looked intently at the Commissioner. “We will do what we must to appease our Lord.”
Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc, Follower of The Builder, Chosen of Kvaar’Ton
Q’ragh held up a hand to keep his brother from fuming anymore. He might very well be crazy, but he knew people and he knew communication… He leaned forward, staring intently at the older human. His eyes drilled into those of the commissioner, taking in details of the man’s bravado and demeanor. When he spoke he sounded less crazy than Urg, though very much as frightening as an angry klingon can be.
“My brother is angry, and he has every right to be, but do not take his ranting for foolishness… We are brothers, yes… And we have done the things you accuse us of. However, we will not be intimidated by you or anyone else… You will do what you will do, as is your right, but know this, human: We are servants of the only being who saw worth in us when we were but orphans in the streets. We are alive this day because our lord protected us and guided our steps. Our own people saw us as a curse and sought to separate and control us… As you see, this they were unable to do. So they tried to kill us. This also, they were unable to do.”
Here he paused, watching for the man’s eyes to say something. Then he continued.
” We do not fear you because we fear nothing. Our God is with us. However, we do not have to be enemies and we are prepared to exist here as we must to further our goal. If you will help us, as you said… We will do our best to behave in a manner that befits a warrior. However… Threatening us will do you no good. “
He put his hand down, waiting for the man to reply.
-Q’ragh, Son of House Duroc
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