Posted March 25, 2021, 10:27 a.m. by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Atticus Wolf (Property Investor / Developer) in On Board the I.K.S Khazad’hea - New Arrivals
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Posted by Civilian K’vorth, Lord Cleric of House Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in On Board the I.K.S Khazad’hea - New Arrivals
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“We drop out of Warp in 15 minutes.” Khain, the Captain of the newly commissioned Kvaar’ton Class warship said in an offhand manner as he stood on the Command Platform of his Battlecruiser overlooking his Bridge Crew slightly below him and in front of him. The new design of Bridge was designed specifically so that the Captain had full view of what happened on his Bridge and a greater presence of Command, not that Khain needed any of that. House Kholl was a Warrior House that made its fortune and name in dealing with technology and assassination. Gone were the rough leathers and smell of a Klingon warship, the Command Centre of the Khazad’hea was bathed in a dull light that allowed his Officers no strain on their eyes against their equipment.His crew, every one of them Klingon, were highly trained warriors of his House and dressed the part. Form fitting dark leathers with layered shoulder and breastplates, covered in dark leather to reduce noise would be recognizable to most people as Klingon, but every uniform on his ship was clean and exact in a very un-Klingon fashion, and every one bore his Houses symbol, a Kut’luch dagger pinned to their shoulder. The crew moved like elite soldiers, assassins, and gone were the harsh stares and glares between competitive crew mates. They each knew their place. Khain would kill anyone who stepped out of it.
“I will go and tell him, he should be here when we decloak.” The voice was not Klingon, but Human. The man stood beside Khain, his dark hair and eyes at odds with the Klingons shaven bald dome and light amber grey orbs. He was shorter than the Klingon but Khain knew that meant nothing, he had worked with this man a number of times, both privately and for the Empire, and knew enough about him to admire him.
“Watch yourself Wolf,” Khain growled lightly. “He’s mourning the loss of his wife. He’s been in that ritual chamber the entire journey, Kvaar’ton alone knows what in sto’vo’kor he is doing in there.”
“I know,” Atticus said as he turned for the doors. “I was there when she died.”
Captain Khain of the I.K.S Khazad’hea and Atticus Wolf, Property Investor
Stepping through the doors of the Khazad’hea’s Ritual room, Atticus paused and watched the man kneeling in the centre of the room inside a large circle for a few moments. Only the smells of blood, sweat, soot and sulphur were noticeable.
The kneeling man was shirtless, and like the Captain bald except he had a tattoo of the Symbol of Kvaarton inked on his skull. One eyes was covered by a metal eyepatch secured to his face with staples, no chord, and the symbol of Kvaar’ton again showed on the eye patch. Muscles rippled over his frame as he held his arms wide, a Mevak blade held in each hand. Holographic images of slain warriors faded from the floor around him, the blood smell in the air was his own. Wounds sealed by flame and sulphur.
“K’vorth. We are about to arrive over the colony. You should clean up and get something to drink.” Atticus crossed his arms, but his voice was low and respectful. The battle had taken a toll on both of them but he couldn’t claim to have lost more than the Klingon Cleric of Kvaar’ton.
“I’ll drink when we get there,” K’vorth said rising and sliding the Mevak blades into their sheathes at his waist. Turning to Atticus he rolled his shoulders, causing a trickle of blood to appear from an almost sealed wound almost on his neck. “Tell Khain I will be up in a moment, Wolf. I want to see his ugly face when we go poof in front of him.”
K’vorth of House Duroc and Atticus Wolf
“Dropping out of warp now, and dropping cloak,” Khain said as the screen before them flashed from the stars speeding past them and instead, showed a massive Kvaar’ton style Battlecruiser only a few hundred yards in front of them, pointing right at them. Flashing lights on the console indicated the Plasma Purge as the containment cells vented the stored plasma from the Warp system in a surge of energy that would set the computers squawking on every ship in the region as the Battlecruiser just appeared out of nowhere, right in front of Urgs ship.
Opening the hailing system without waiting for permission from Khain, K’vorth sent a voice only message to the Kvaar’ton.
=/\= Urg! Your colour choice for your ship looks like a targ vomited it’s dinner, Brother. I need a drink, and it’s your shout this time. =/\=
K’vorth of House Duroc
The voice of the Lord of the House responded, and there was happiness in his voice that only his brother would hear. =/\= Better than that Imperial color scheme you are parading about in. Ask Khain if he got it because it was cheap. We know how he likes a deal. =/\= and there was a pause before he spoke again.
=/\= Brother, it has been long since I saw you. I am hosting our old friend Karlson and his bride, as well as some dignitaries from the colony. House Duroc will be well represented with both of us here. Come… I have that drink you want. =/\=
Urg, Lord Duroc
Grinning, Captain Khain opened the comm once more.
=/\= Come now Urg’tohn. Anything Imperial is cheap, we both know that. =/\= Pausing a moment, he gave a low laugh. =/\= Greetings from your allies in House Kholl, Oh great and voluptuous Lord Duroc. =/\=
=/\= Voluptuous? That isn’t how your mother described me the night you were conceived. =/\= and Urg laughed heartily. His voice then shifted immediately to a wholly serious and respectful tone. =/\= And may the blessings and strength of the Builder be with House Kholl and it’s fine warriors. House Duroc is both humbled and grateful for the support of such honorable and loyal brothers and sisters, Captain. Please extend my sincerest greetings to your Lord and his family. And know that your warriors always have us to stand and die beside them. =/\=
Leaning forward, K’vorth placed his hand on Khains shoulder and continued to speak.
=/\= I will launch The Blackjack and dock with you presently, Brother. Congratulations to the Commissioner by the way, I will bring a bottle of your finest Bloodwine as a wedding gift! Blessed be the Builder, for he provides. It is time for the Ritual of Reunion. =/\=
=/\= He has been married for some time. He chose to keep his wife from us. Probably a good idea. I look forward to seeing you, my brother. It has been far too long. =/\=
Letting the comm click off, Khain looked to both Atticus and K’vorth. “The Blackjack is ready for you gentlemen. I’ll stay with the Khazad’hea here and begin my duties.”
“As an Ally of the House of Duroc you will accompany me to the Kvaar’ton and drink with me!” K’vorth grinned wickedly, “The Builder demands it, and I should know. I’m kind of an expert in these things. And you, Wolf! Join me!”
Atticus shook his head. “Not for me I’m afraid, I doubt I have any place in this group of notable people. I’ll beam down to the Colony and begin to sort my affairs out. We can meet again when you arrive planetside.”
K’vorth glared at the human and crossed his arms. “You dare to defy the Lord Cleric of Kvaarton! You are my guest and have been invited to the flagship of the House of Duroc! I expect you to join me!” His words were fierce and his eyes hard, and for a moment the two stared at each other across the Bridge of the Khazad’hea. When K’vorth spoke next, his voice was softer and a smirk played at the edges of his lips. “Please? For me?”
“Fine,” Atticus surrendered, throwing up his hands. “I’ll meet you aboard The Blackjack.”
Atticus Wolf, Property Investor
Urg, Son of the Builder
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