Posted Sept. 19, 2022, 10:35 p.m. by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in House Duroc Embassy - When Cultures (And Laws) Clash (Tag Lt. Gov.)
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in House Duroc Embassy - When Cultures (And Laws) Clash (Tag Lt. Gov.)
Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in House Duroc Embassy - When Cultures (And Laws) Clash (Tag Lt. Gov.)
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Urg inclined his head and said “Of course. Although I wouldn’t put too much emphasis on a timeframe. After all, even if the incident does make the scream-sheets, if we don’t respond immediately we can always couch it in terms of ‘Neither of us thought of this as an issue that needed to be addressed. The only one making it into something are those that are reporting on it.’ or something; and then of course issue our joint statement.” Urg laughed somewhat softly. “And then, perhaps, we start an intra-organizational Parises Squares league. Or what is it the humans play? Softball? Sounds absolutely boring.”
Urg, Lord Duroc
Eela let out a throaty chuckle. “Hitting things with sticks… oldest sports there are,” she said with a grin. “Not my personal taste, but then again you won’t see me playing any physical sports these days, so take that as you will.” Of course, one could jokingly call both politics and diplomacy sports, in which case she was knee deep in game play.
“If he, and you as well, would permit it, I’d like to speak with Lieutenant Vargas. If I’m to talk to Starfleet and hear their side of the matter, it seems only fair he gets to share his side. I’d like the honour of hearing that personally, if I might.”
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
Urg looked at her and shook his head, but grinned slightly. “You and honor… I swear it’s like talking to the Chancellor’s sycophants. Its not honor, Captain. It’s the smart thing to ask. Just because I’m Klingon doesn’t mean you have to tie everything back to honor. But I get it… old habits and such.” He reached over and grabbed a large brass bell and rang it and a low gong-like sound issued forth. Soon the door opened and Urg said “Find Vargas and bring him here.” and the door closed. Urg stood and went over to the side of the room when a small table with dark crystalline goblets and large pitcher stood. “Drink, Lieutenant Governor?” he asked as he poured a deep, ruby-red liquid into one of the goblets.
Urg, Lord Duroc
She inclined her head. “Yes, please.”
Eela regarded him for a moment before deciding whether to go forth and speak her mind as he had earlier instructed her. “You misunderstand me though, Lord Duroc. I use the word honour quite intentionally but I don’t mean it the way I used it earlier. You are right that it is misused in many contexts, and I would like us to redefine it, here and now.” Her hazel eyes became intense as she traced his movements.
“Going forth when I say honour, I mean it in regards to extreme privilege.” She tapped her heart with hand twice. “I had the honour of commanding a starship. Those people, my crew, yes, could obey orders, but that did not make them my crew. To know that I had earned their respect and trust so that we could do whatever it was that was required of us… that is honour for me. You can invite Vargas in here and you can even compel him to talk to me, but that isn’t what I am hoping for.” She blew out a breath. “To be allowed to hear a person’s story, their struggle, that is an honour, and it is one that I do not take lightly. And I know when people are being sincere, I am an empath after all. Luis Vargas, for whatever reason, was not heard. Out of all of this, I feel that is the gravest injustice here.”
~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.
The pitcher slammed down hard and Urg whirled around, his eyes alight with righteous fury. “HE WAS HEARD! JUST NOT BY YOU!!” The waves of anger and barely contained rage radiated off of Urg like a hurricane pounding rocky cliffs above a dark and foreboding sea. Then, just as quickly, the storm passed. Urg took a breath. “Apologies. Sometimes my emotions get the better of me.” He lifted the pitcher and poured another goblet, bringing. Oth back to the ‘fire’ pit and handing one to Dasca. “Denublian Four Berry wine. A gift from a friend.” and he took a seat.
Urg, Lord Duroc
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