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IKS Kvaar'ton - Throw Back A Drink, Throw A Punch (Tag Chief Justice)

Posted Aug. 18, 2021, 10:19 p.m. by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (James Sinclair)

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Urg walked through the ship and towards the transporter room. “Make sure the training ring is clear and make sure you have whatever food humans and Betazoids like ready. And make sure we have people looking into who broke into her home. Find ‘em, cut ‘em, give ‘em to Brother Karlson!” he roared and a Deltan woman nodded and turned and walked back down the way they had come.

Urg walked into the transporter room and looked at the Klingon standing there. “Well? Where is she?” “One moment, Lord Duroc. We are having trouble with the-” and a massive fist slammed down on the console and all the lights lit and the platform energized. Urg glared at the Klingon and said “Seems fine to me.” and he turned and looked at the pad.

Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc

Astrid waited patiently on the transporter pad and inwardly felt a little apprehension as it seemed to take longer than usual for the transporter to work. Blinked and looked at the tech who shrugged. Astrid was about to ask when the transporter came to life and took her to where she needed to be. She was wearing sensible clothing for a workout. Loose cotton pants in a dark burgundy with comfortable flat boots, heather grey cropped sleeveless top and black zipped vest. Her dark brown hair was braided close to her head. She also had a bag with her, slung over one shoulder. “Lord Duroc.” She said by way of greeting and grinning wide.

Rousseau, HotJ

“Chief Justice. You do us great honor. Please, come. Would you like a tour before we begin? The Kaavar’ton is the pinnacle of Klingon war ships, one of only two that have been built.” Urg said with a smiled and stage whispered “Besides that, she’s really cool.” and his eyes lit up with excitement and a grin spread across his lips.

Urg, Lord Duroc

She nodded, still grinning. “The honor would be mine. IT is not every day that an average citizen gets to have a tour of a Klingon war ship and even rarer, by a Klingon of your rank and stature.” Astrid leaned in close and stage whispered back. “I secretly LOVE cool ships.”

Rousseau, HotJ

Urg laughed and then led her out of the room and on the tour.

The IKS Kavaar’ton was massive, even for the Negh’Var platform it was built on. Almost seven hundred meters long… almost five hundred wide at it widest point… over a hundred and thirty meters tall divided into a full forty decks. Painted black and red, it was menacing as it drifted high above Oed V.

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 two of them 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.

As they walked through the ship, Astrid noted the differences as much as she did the similarities. She had to wonder about the why of it all. So many Klingon’s would scoff at a ship filled with the diversity on board Duroc’s ship. Was that a new tactic for the Klingons or was it specific to Duroc? If it was specific to him, what did he feel was the advantage to this over using an exclusively Klingon crew? She had to wonder at his motivations.

Urg took her through the entire ship. Even areas that would normally be off limits to ‘outsiders’ or foreign governments were opened for her to see and comment on. “As you know, it is my intention to establish a formal House embassy in the colony. I want you, personally and professionally, to know that we are not hiding anything from the people.”

“Indeed, you are being quite thorough Lord Duroc.” she said as her eyes travelled everywhere. She had a feeling there was no way she could cram every detail into her brain, but she surely tried. It was a lot to take in for a social visit, but Astrid’s curiosity made her desire to know as much as she could.

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 Urg and Astrid 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. The training room is being prepared and will ready at your request.” Urg smiled down at her and said “My thanks, Commander.” The girl simply nodded once and then took her seat back at the Command station.

Urg looked at Astrid and said “Well? What do you think?”

Urg’tohn, Son of the Builder, Lord Duroc

She watched as the young human woman stepped down. It was quite surprising to find her to be human and incredibly young. “I am impressed by your ship and its crew. There are aspects I did not expect, not the least of which is your crew diversity. I confess I do not know much about creating a cohesive crew but I …” She stammered a little, her hand coming to her chest in shock. “I am at a loss. How old is she?”

Urg grinned. “Commander Shiv, Chief Justice Astrid Rousseau. I don’t know her real name or age… neither does she; but medical scans put her at sixteen or seventeen. 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 while 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 breathing.” and he looked directly at Astrid. “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.

Astrid turned to the woman quickly. “I do not mean to diminish you or your skills in any way… I have just never seen someone as young as you in a Captain’s chair and I do not understand. It is my ignorance, not your failing in any way.”

Rousseau, HotJ

Shiv shrugged and said “Nothing I’m not used to, Justice. No offense taken.”

Urg, Lord Duroc


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