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Side Sim - Return of House Duroc (TAG K'vorth, Karlson and Pangolin)

Posted March 19, 2020, 7:58 p.m. by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (James Sinclair)

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Pangolin gave his boss a sly look at the Klingon’s jest at which Joseph responded with a wink. It could not be said that they had picked the wrong person to ally themselves with. He was at least not as dry and boring as the other Klingon lord had been. When the boxes were brought forward Pangolin immediately placed his hands on them but Joseph motioned him to stop “Gifts?” The Commissioner said with a wry smile “You grant us far too much honour my friend” He said bowing his head slightly in appreciation, Pangolin mimicked the reaction before opening the box.

Commissioner Karlson

Urg laughed once. “I give you no more honor than you have earned.” and watched as the boxes were opened.

Inside the deep black boxes was an interior lined in blood red silk, in which rested a pair (one in each box) of matched kut’luch, Klingon double-bladed daggers typically used by assassins.

“These were taken off the fallen house’s Sergeant-At-Arms. He had fallen on the floor of the Council chamber. He was apparently allergic to being stabbed… a lot.” and Urg leaned back in his seat. “Look underneath. You will find two missives written in the same hand. They order the death of two interfering targs on Oed V. They mention each of you by name.” an he looked at the reaction of the two men.

Urg’tohn, Lord of House Duroc

Upon hearing the threat to their lives both men carefully raised the daggers, Pangolin timidly holding the blade as he scanned it with his black eyes, Joseph grabbed the hilt and tried to get a feel for the blade, the two men exchanged serious glances for a moment. Then Pangolin broke and started snorting out of laughter, in response Joseph grimaced but clearly in a manner to hide his own smile “I’m sorry Urg” Pangolin said “This is just the third time this year someone has threatened to Kill the Commissioner” He said shaking his head. Joseph shook his head disapprovingly “This is not a laughing matter Major” He said placing the dagger back in the box and removing the note and examined it “Please don’t think we do not take this seriously” The older man said with a half-smile “It’s just that I took this job to get away from getting death threats and assassins lurking behind every corner but it seems old habit die-hard” He said grabbing his cup and taking another far larger gulp. This time PAngolin turned more serious “How serious are these threats?” He asked looking at Urg with a more determined look “Is this simply revenge by foes fallen out of favour or plot by someone of consequence?” His detective mode kicking in.

Commissioner Karlson and DCI (Ex-Major) Pangolin

Urg leaned forward and his face took a serious tone. “Serious? Quite. And revenge is never simple; not for Klingons. As to the capabilities of the ones who put the order into action? Look under the silk.”

As the silk was lifted there showed a gleam of gold and silver from each box: necklaces. A pendant hanging from a thick chain. On the pendant was the symbol of House Duroc. On the back, the name of Karlson and Pangolin respectively.

“The High Council has stricken the name of the failed house from the histories, along with the names of all who called that house theirs. There was some… resistance… at first. But a few heads rolling across the floor of the Council Chamber curtailed that. And now, you are both sons of House Duroc. Therefore you are not only under my…” and he cast a glance at K’lten, “… our… protection; but you are granted all the rights of a member of a Klingon Nobel House. And while some have advised me against welcoming non-Klingons into this House so soon, I do as I must… and as I want.” and he winked at both men with a grin.

“Any assassin is going to think twice before coming after a member of a Nobel House. Especially one in such a high profile as we are right now. It’s simply not worth the money. So I would not fret too much about blades in the dark, my friends. The purse attached to those contracts doesn’t exist anymore. And it has been made very clear that House Duroc, while small, is a force to be reckoned with.”

Urg’thon, Lord of House Duroc

Pangolins’ mouth opened and closed several times out of surprise. After the fourth time his mouth closed and he closed his eyes, bowed his head, somehow calming himself. Joseph was surprised but not as openly as he gently took out the necklace, carefully examining it in his hands. He looked at Urg and smiled “This is quite the honour my friend, thank you” He chuckled “I’ve had a lot of Klingon friends throughout the years, men and women I’ve both served with and fought against but none have honoured me such and for that I thank you”

Commissioner Karlson

Urg waved off the thanks with the half-empty goblet. “None needed. You two saw us for who we were. And you backed us up even though you didn’t have to. You’ve held true to your word, and shown nothing but respect for the Builder, me, and my brothers. Such loyalty should never go unrewarded. And such friendships are the solid foundations upon which we build our House. Now put the necklaces on and never take ‘em off. And if they ever get taken from you, let them be pried from your cold , dead grasp.”

Urg’tohn, House Duroc

Both men placed the necklaces over their heads and allowed them to rest. Pangolin seemed to momentarily struggle with its weight but adjusted quickly, Joseph didn’t seem to have any issue with it. As if summoned the strawberry-shaped drones returned with plates hovering around it. “Ah food” the Commissioner said with a smile. He clapped his hands together twice and the drones chirped a response. A moment later they activated a holographic field and suddenly half a dozen men in servant clothing stood holding the food plates. They quietly gave each member a plate, various Klingon foodstuffs were on each plate and the plates were filled to the brim. The odd thing was that it seemed they were being served fresh food, squirming Gah, rahgt, and various other delicacies. Pangolin received a roast leg of lamb and Joseph what appeared to be a whole head of lamb boiled with eyes and tongue still attached “Please, tuck in”

Karlson and Pangolin

Without ceremony, Urg and his mate did just that. Reaching gloved hands towards the wriggling mass, they were halted by a sharp “MEV!!” (stop) from one of the guards. Before anyone could react, the large Klingon grabbed a handful of Gagh and shoved it in his mouth while glaring daggers at Karlson and Pangolin. Urg watched the guard chew and clenched his jaw. “Seriously? HERE?? You are going to insult our host… my friend and brother of my House… by thinking the food is poisoned?” and his hand dropped to his side, only to be held fast by K’letn. “My Lord, you know the rules. He is doing his job.” she said through gritted teeth.

Urg looked at her, then to the guard who hadn’t stopped chewing and glaring, and then back to K’letn. “Fine.” he finally said and looked at Karlson and Pangolin. “My food taster. It takes some getting used to.”

Urg’tohn, Son of House Duroc

Joseph laughed heartily as he cut a piece of the lambs head and placed it in his mouth. After a few moments of chewing he swallowed then spoke “The only insulting thing is that your boy there thinks I’d need poison to kill you” He winked at the food taster “It’s not that long ago that soldiers of the Empire whispered about the Human WamwI’. The Federations Hunter of Klingons” He said unusually jovially, the older man seemed in excellent spirits despite the faux pax. The large man carefully opened the jaw of the head and cut a piece of the tongue and grabbed a bite.

Commissioner KArlson

Urg slowly chewed the gagh, but looked at the lamb’s head. Finally swallowing, he looked at Karlson. “What is it you humans say? ‘Stop bogarting’ the food?” and he motioned for Karlson to pass the head over. Casting a glare at the taster, he said “And so help me, if you even try to get a bite of this I’m telling your mother about your Vulcan comic book collection.”

Urg, Son of House Duroc

Joseph chuckled and passed the plate over “This is a bit dead for Klingon Standards, you singe the wool of the beast then boil the head without a brain, It was a common practice in most sheepherding countries of Earth but few keep the tradition alive” He shrugged “I’m very much a man of tradition, which reminds me when we finish our meal I have something for you, a gift if you will” He grabbed a piece of bread that had been quietly passed to him by the holographic waiter.

Commissioner Karlson

Urg plunged a taloned finger into the head and pulled out a large chunk of jaw meat and, glaring at the guard, popped it into his mouth. After a moment, he said with his mouth full of sheep “Would be better raw. But it’s not too bad. Maybe stuffed with some targ meat in the brain cavity. Give it a bit of a kick.” and he swallowed the meat and washed it down. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked at Karlson.

“So what’s the gift? If its an Orion woman, -” and he jerked a thumb at K’letn, “- she will gut you on your ice table here.” and he pounded his fist on the table to emphasisze the loud laugh that erupted from him.

Urg’tohn, House Duroc

After a healthy swig from his wine Joseph shook his head with a half-smile “Nothing so grand, the only woman that stays in this house is my wife who you have yet to meet I think, she’ll be home soon hopefully. No my gift is much simpler and something I think you’ll appreciate.” He said simply grabbing another piece of bread and chewing on it.

Commissioner Karlson

Urg belched loudly and clapped his hands on his stomach. “Well, no time like the present for presents.” and he laughed. “And then we can retire somewhere and discuss the future?” he asked. He then looked at the guards and said “Thank our host, then post guards. Work with the Commissioner’s staff, and follow their lead.” and he turned back and looked at Karlson. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

Urg’tohn, Son of the Builder

Joseph shrugged “Of course not, no such thing as too much security. My security Chief is in the guardhouse on the front lawn.” He addressed the guards. Then indicated to Urg, K’letn, and Pangolin to follow him. He led the small group to the foyer of the house and through the main hallway. After a few minutes, they arrived at a large wooden door. Joseph placed his hand on the doorknob and waited two seconds until a quiet click could be heard. He opened the door revealing a decent sized room with several sofas and large armchairs. At the end of the room were several weapons in display racks. it seemed to be a history of weapons starting a bronze age blades all the way to Modern day phasers. Weapons from different species as well, most notably: Klingon, Romulan, Cardassian, Jem’Hadar, and several other. Each Weapon had a small plack under with a stardate, locations and some even had names under them. Joseph took a seat at the largest of the Armchairs behind which were several large bookcases, the room seemed to be some sort of cigar lounge/meeting room. “Please have a seat.”

Commissioner Karlson

Urg and the rest of the Klingons took seats, Urg seated directly across from Karlson. Looking around, he nodded appreciatively. “You have good taste, for a human.” he said with a wry grin and a sparkle of mischief in his eye. “I am sensing that you have led a life that lacked a great deal of boredom, eh?” and he laughed.

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc

Joseph joined the Klingon in laughter “Yes I suppose that’s true.” He raised his hands towards the weapon trophies “These are all mementoes of truly great foes I’ve had throughout the decades; Cardassians, Pirates, war criminals, Dominion” He turned his hand to Urg “Klingons on more than one occasion” He said with a sly smile “Each battle has at least one combatant worth remembering, someone, whose skill outshines those he fights with. A foe worth being killed by” the large Icelander shrugged “Non were successful of course but still, the thought still counts.”

Karlson

Urg shrugged and said “No. It doesn’t. If thoughts of the vanquished mattered after they were bested, then they would write the histories. And they don’t.”

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc

The older man’s lips turned in a wry smile “I wrote the histories” He pointed at the weapon displays “There were few enemies I’ve hated in my time so remembering them as honored foes don’t bother me much. Although you’ll find more trophies of Jem’Hadar and Cardassians than you’ll find name plaques, not the most honored enemies I’ve had.”

Commissioner Karlson

Urg nodded once and then said “So… what comes next, my friend? We have dined, we have drank… is it time to discuss meeting the Governor?”

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc

“Sure, you’ll be meeting with our new Governor, a Mister Dawkins, I’ll make sure he’s briefed on who you are if he isn’t already aware, I’ll get you a scheduled meeting within the next few days, hopefully, sooner rather than later.” The door opened one of the Strawberry bots floated in, a tray in front of it holding two objects, a large black box and a smaller wooden one. “Ah right, well these are gifts I promised. The larger box is something from my brother, he started working on it during your first arrival, I have two more for your brothers which you can take back home. The smaller wooden one is something I prepared when I heard about your successes that I was going to send via a courier, your visit makes things simpler.”

Joseph

Urg clapped his hands together and said “What is that human word that assassin used when he thought he had us?” and K’letn laughed. “ ‘Awesome’. That was it.” and Urg nodded. “Yes… awesome.” and he reached for the boxes. Before he opened them, he looked at Karlson and Pangolin. “Without even seeing the contents, I know you do me… my brothers… and our House great honor. And I thank you.” He then slowly opened the box.

Urg’tohn, Son of House Duroc


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