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IKS Kavaar'ton - Tour and Libations... What Could Go Wrong? (Tag Xavier, Karlson, Anyone from Government)

Posted March 22, 2021, 6:43 p.m. by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) (Hjortur Ingi)

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in IKS Kavaar’ton - Tour and Libations… What Could Go Wrong? (Tag Xavier, Karlson, Anyone from Government)

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Posted by Captain Parker Xavier (Lt. Governor) in IKS Kavaar’ton - Tour and Libations… What Could Go Wrong? (Tag Xavier, Karlson, Anyone from Government)
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Urg began leading the ‘tour’ through the ship. It was truly massive and built with the aggressiveness and intimidation Klingon ships were known for, but there was something else. An elegance… or maybe an efficiency was a better term… for the way things were laid out. There was something about this vessel that was unlike other Klingon ships. While wholly imposing and menacing… it had a grace to it. And the difference didn’t stop at the architecture.

As the group went through the passageways, the crew was wholly and completely different from the typical Klingon battleship. Klingons were the majority… but only slightly. Humans, Andorians, Orions, Naussicans, Vulcans, Gorn, Bajorans, Ferengi, Cardassians, Romulans… even a Breen was seen… and more were walking the hallways or guarding certain areas. Species who were enemies everywhere else in the galaxy were here, on this ship, walking together and working side by side. All of them wearing the symbol of House Duroc in some form or fashion.

As they walked, most of the crew pounded a fist against their chest at Urg’s approach, but some simply nodded; and gesture returned by the large Klingon Lord.

Urg took them through the entire ship. Even areas that would normally be off limits to ‘outsiders’ or foreign governments were opened for the group to see and comment on.

Finally, the boarded a large turbolift and found themselves on the bridge. The room was massive and, most unexpectedly, laid out more like a Star Fleet vessel than the normally cramped and dark Klingon bridge design. The central dais of the command chair remained, but it was set back and above the rest of the stations. Tactical, Engineering, and Operations stations were to be expected of course; but there were also prominent communications and sensor operations stations. Perhaps most surprisingly, though, was the person who stepped down from the Command chair when the group arrived.

It was a human female, probably no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She placed her fist on her heart and said “My Lord. All systems operational. Shuttles are secured and being prepped for when your guests wish to leave. Dinner is being prepared and will ready at your request.” Urg smiled down at her and said “My thanks, Commander. Please join us for the feast.” The girl simply nodded once, looked at the assembled guests, and walked away. Urg looked at everyone and said “GO! Look! Ask questions.”

Urg’tohn, Son of the Builder, Lord Duroc

Joseph and Neema shared a knowing look “Well until now I was going to ask about the clearly un-Klingon crew, it feels more like a federation vessel than it does a Klingon one. But right now my main quest is regarding your young Commander” Joseph looked at the young girl “I have grandchildren older than you my dear.” He said to her directly, he didn’t want to dishonour her by speaking about her right in front of her, he understood Klingon customs well enough “How old is she, and how come she is in your service” He asked Urg. He knew that his position within the Duroc family allowed him the leeway to ask such questions without being too confrontational.

Joseph & Neema

Xavier was interested in Urg’s reply as to the mix of his crew but since Karlson had asked first he waited for the answer.

Xavier Lt. Gov

Urg grinned and took a seat in the Command chair. “Commander Shiv. I don’t know her real name… neither does she. She is an abandoned soul, left to starve in the streets of the Orion’s capital city. I… ‘met’… her when she tried to kill one of my guards on the way to a meeting with some Syndicate filth.” and he chuckled. “‘Death by Klingon’, she called it. Well, that amount of courage couldn’t go unrewarded, now could it? So… I took her in. She has been with me ever since. Fine fighter, shrewd. And takes to ship operations like it’s breathing.” and he looked directly at Xavier. “I plan on sending her to Academy. She would make a fine officer. Once we get her past her tendency to answer insults with a knife’ point. Hence the name.” and he winked.

“I must admit I am more than surprised Captain Urg.” Longstreet said. “Not what I was expecting.”

Longstreet COS

Urg’s attention shifted to Longstreet. “Surprised at what? That I choose my warriors based on ability rather than bloodlines? Bah… that belief is as outdated as the concept of outdoor plumbing.” and he leaned back and picked something from his teeth with a finger nail. “No. I would prefer my warriors be capable and loyal first. Species is a side note.” and he laughed. “Oh, the look on the Council’s faces when they saw my crew the first time.” and he laughed, which was also joined by a few on the bridge. “But now? Now it is an even larger honor for a Klingon to make my ship. They know they have truly earned the position. And that makes them fight even harder.” and he grinned at Longstreet.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Joseph nodded as he examined the young girl with interest. His wife however wasn’t as passive. She moved to the girl and grabbed her wrist gently, it was as if she was barely touching it “I would like to see your Medical Chief’s file on miss Shiv here” She said, it wasn’t exactly the safest option to grab the hand and examine someone named after a type of bladed instrument but she seemed more interested in her fitness “I’m assuming you’re fed a varied diet” She shot Urg a look “Not just uncooked meat and writhing serpents in a bowl” Joseph only smiled at her reactions.

Joseph & Neema

The wrist was snatched back and her other hand went to her waist when Urg barked “Hold!” and the girl froze, but her eyes never left the woman. “I can speak for myself, Trill.” she almost growled. Urg’s hand slammed on the arm of the chair and he leaned over to lock Shiv with a glare. “Lady Neema is an honored guest and wife to my brother-by-choice. Show some respect, Commander.” Shiv looked back at the massive Klingon and said “Her first.” There was a pause as the two locked glares and finally Urg smiled. “Commander. I am quite certain Lady Neema meant no offence. She is a medical professional with a well-founded concern that young ones are cared for.” and his gaze shifted to Neema.

“Doctor, while I do not doubt you meant no offense, Commander Shiv is… particular… about her personal space. If you two would care to speak in private as to any health concerns you may have, Doctor, that can be arraigned.” and he looked back at Shiv. “And the Commander will be completely cooperative and honestly and fully answer any questions you may have.” Urg said in the manner a parent quietly scolds a child in public.

Urg, Lord Duroc, Proud Parent

Neema gave Urg a deep bow “No the fault lies with me” She turned back to Shiv “I apologise with great sincerity Commander. I’ve lived a long time and you are not the first orphan of Orion I have encountered” She inclined her head in a way that was almost regal. Joseph stepped forward and put a hand on the massive Klingons side “It’s a deeply paternal instinct, you understand. Lar has been both mother and father to a great many children. You see a child in an environment you don’t expect it can be a shock” He gave his large friend a smile. Neema looked at Shiv “If you’ll allow me I’d like to speak with your doctor, with you present of course” She offered with a smile.

Shiv’s jaw muscles clenched and she looked at Urg and then at Neema. Takinga deep breath, she said “Follow me.” with a derision only a teenager being forced to do something they don’t want to do could muster, and she spun around and walked into the lift.

Joseph cocked his head “You know this is one of the most impressive warships I’ve been on, if the rest of the Empire looked like this I don’t think there would be a foe left standing” He said with admiration.

Commissioner Karlson

Urg watched the women leave and then glanced at Karlson. “Your bride is walking the halls of this vessel with an armed torpedo, my friend.” and his eyes flicked to a Naussican standing near another door. A flick of Urg’s head ilicited a nod from the beastial humanoid and they too disappeared into the lift.

Urg then looked back at Karlson. “If the rest of the Empire had the spine to do what is right other than what is expedient, then we would not be standing here at all; for the cowards would have fallen on their own blades generations ago.” and he spit in the deck. “Be glad they didn’t, brother. Otherwise your kind would have been exterminated before you discovered other races besides yourself.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Joseph laughed at that comment “If Klingon history means anything we would have impressed the empire enough with our ancient savagery.” He said with a smile.

Xavier watched it all in interest. It seems Urg had taken on a room full of orphans. Loyal to only him and ready to throw down their lives. Probably better than having a murderous XO standing behind you like many Klingon ships did.

Xavier

“Does she date?” Longstreet asked to take the edge off the whole drama.

Longstreet

Urg laughed and said “Would you tell her she can’t?” Urg said to the Security Chief and then laughed.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Joseph shook his head “I’ve been at the receiving end of a Klingon courtship, it is not for the faint of heart or weak of spirit” He said coyly “I just taught my children how to defend themselves if need be and gave them good enough sense to pick their partners well.” He added to the conversation.

Commissioner Karlson


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