Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Museum - Klingon Research (Open to all)

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Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Museum - Klingon Research (Open to all)
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Urg’tohn’s massive frame found it’s way to the doors of the museum and he walked through. A low murmur of voices - children on field trips, people taking pictures, tour guides talking and the like - lent a calm background to the building’s chambers. A welcome desk sat in the middle of the lobby, and the woman seated there took a step or three back as the hulking figure of the Klingon strode purposefully to the desk. Curling his hands into fists, he put them knuckles down on the desk and said “Weapons. Where do you display the weapons?”

Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc and Amateur Archaeologist(?)

The woman moved back from the intimidating figure and said “I… um… I mean… uh… do… I mean…” she stammered before Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc and Chose of Kvaar’ton the Builder smiled at her, his face becoming simultaneously friendly and unsettling. “Calm, dear one… calm. Yes, it is I. The Chosen of The Builder. And he has beckoned me to come here… to you… to grant you the glory and honor of aiding me and my brother’s quest to find the D’k tahg of Lord Marshall Pr’Kenth. It is a relic of the Builder… and it will be returned to him. Now, young one… direct me to your weapons display so that I may see if the holy relic is to be found here this day.” and he leaned in closer. “And then, perhaps, you and I can discuss plans for the evening.”

The woman was stunned into silence. Whether this was due to her being truly in awe of the massive Klingon before her (doubtful), or the sheer incomprehensibility of the audacity of the offer he just made (probably), she simply raised her arm and pointed off to her left. Urg’tohn ginned and stood up, blew her a kiss, and then began skipping (yes, skipping) towards the Ancient History section of the museum.

Urg, Tohn, Son of the House of Duroc, Chosen of Kvaar’ton, Delicate Flower

Urg’tohn carried his pace until he reached the massive wing where the displays of myriad cultures from known space were set for viewing. He slowed and walked into the cavernous hall and began walking through the various displays.

He was humming off-key a song his brother Q’ragh had written, and he smiled at the thought of his eldest brother’s reaction to hearing his youngest sibling butcher his prized piece of poetry. Yes, the fight they would have in this place would be one for the fables of House Duroc. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, sending a group of school children fleeing for their chaperone. He rounded a corner and suddenly the song died in his throat and he stopped in his tracks.

His eyes had fallen on a square transparent display case, approximately five meters high and almost as wide. Inside sat a piece of jet black rock rippled with ribbons of dark crimson. The massive stone sat squat and ugly on the base of the display; and embedded in it were pieces of fossilized bone, skulls, teeth, and scales. The rock and bone made a mound-like appearance, on top of which protruded a handle. The handle was ancient… and massive. Almost three-quarters long as Urg’tohn was tall, it sat extending upwards at an angle from the rock which encased whatever lay at the heart of the rock. Urg’tohn looked at the metal, and a single tear fell from his eye.

Slowly, he walked past the red rope designating viewers to stop, and right up to the glass enclosure. He paid no attention to the small plaque that described the artifact:

“A piece of unidentified mineral recovered from Quo’nos archaeological dig, circa 2214. The mineral is of a yet unknown material, and prevents all scanning and attempts to remove the artifact. It is hypothesized that it is a mining tool of some kind from before the time of the Klingon Empire, but until the rest of the item can be viewed it’s true purpose is not known. The fossils seen in the hardened mineral are thought to belong to an unknown and extinct race of mammalian and reptilian animals who died in the vicinity of the abandoned tool.”

“Artifact on loan from House Juv, Quo’nos, Klingon Empire”

He raised his right hand and placed it on the surface in an almost reverential fashion, and then a few brief moments later the other, and slowly placed his forehead ridges against the glass. His eyes never left the handle, and his entire body began to tremble. Where as his mere presence had drawn attention when he entered, his behavior now was causing a good many whispers from many and the few who knew better than to deal with a potentially unstable Klingon to leave the room quickly. Urg’tohn paid them no mind. His eyes narrowed and his blood grew warm and slowly his hands clenched into fists, his nails actually scractching the clear display case.

“I know you…” he whispered out loud to the seemingly inanimate object, speaking to it as he would an elder of his House… if any had existed. “I know you from my dreams… from my blood. Kvaar’ton… He has guided me to you. You will be restored, and the glory of the Builder will be yours once more.”

Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc, Chosen of Kvaar’ton

It was as if Urg was not alone looking at the Hammer. There was a very large even compared to his own, hand that settled on his shoulder. Though nothing could be seen. The shaft of the unknown tool trembled in place then fell forward against the pressed ridges of Urg, the glass separating them. In his ears and his heart he could hear the tale of Kvaar’ton, he could feel it, as if he had lived it for a brief moment.

Several lights burst in coruscating shards as the face of Kvaar’ton was visible for a moment. “You know it exists, and where it is that is enough for now.”

Kvaar’ton the Pragmatic

OOC: you have already read it, but part 3 is not up, and this is what Urg experienced.

https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf6/oedv/notes/5529/

-Jeremy

As the haft shifted and fell forward, the onlookers gasped and pointed. Urg’tohn paid them no mind, but closed his eyes and placed a hand of his own onto the ethereal he hand he felt but could not see. He was still in this position when Museum Security arrived. The three guards stopped short and looked wide-eyed at the Klingon and the display, then at each other, mouths agape. One grabbed his communicator and said in a shaking voice “W-w-w-we need the Supervisor down here. Now. And the Curator.” and then looked at the small crowd that had watched what transpired. “Um… I… I… I mean, I’m gonna need statements from all of you before you leave the museum.” and he started gesturing somewhat frantically at his partners to start rounding up the onlookers. Throughout this exchange, Urg’tohn slowly slid down until he knelt on the ground and sat on his legs, one hand still touching the other side of the glass opposite the end of the handle trapped inside the display and forehead still on the glass.

A scant few minutes went by and suddenly there came two figures into the hall - a tall Vulcan female and short furry Antican male. The canine-like Antican went up to the three guards and started questioning them as to what happened. The Vulcan simply stood and looked at the display for a few moments, the only registration of a reaction was an arching of her eyebrow. As the security staff began taking statements, the two new arrivals slowly walked towards the kneeling Klingon. The Vulcan spoke first.

“I am Satrin Kols, the curator of this museum. Please tell me your name, and what is your connection to this display?” The Antican looked at her and said slightly too loudly to be a whisper “Have you lost your ever-loving mind? His connection? He broke a priceless relic on loan to us from a Klingon Nobel House! Do you know what they are going to do to us when they find out what -” and he was cut off by the sudden whirlwind of movement.

Urg’tohn spun around as he came to his feet and covered the distance between him and the two Museum officials in less than a second. His teeth were bared in an grimace of rage and his hands were clenched into fists. He was breathing so heavy that the Antican got flecks of spittle on his face and chest. The crowd stumbled back as the gargantuan Klingon moved, and everyone present knew that blood was about to be spilled… but it wasn’t.

Any who had dealt with Urg and his brothers would have put real money on a bet that the Klingon was about to destroy the two who stood before him. But he didn’t raise his fists. He didn’t touch them at all. He looked down at them, the whites of his eyes red with the emotions raging inside him. But when he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice was calm, measured, and even. It was almost as if someone else was speaking through him.

“I am Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc, Chosen of Kvaar’ton, Third-Born of the Brothers of The Lost House. I lay formal claim to the relic before you. It belongs to the House of Duroc, and I demand it’s immediate return. Until such time as I and my brothers are given opportunity to present our claim in whatever zoo you consider your judicial system, I will not allow anyone to touch this holy relic of Kvaar’ton the Builder.” and he stepped back and crossed his massive arms across his chest. “Now. Fetch your law. And bring me my brothers!”

There was a pause as everyone in the room watched the interaction silently. Then suddenly, everyone started talking, some clapped, and some of the staff scrambled to find someone… anyone… to help. For her part, the Vulcan simply looked at Urg and, after a few moments contemplation, nodded and said to the Antican “Please send word to the police that their presence is requested… and ask them to please bring all members of House Duroc, and a forensics team, with them.” And she stepped forward a small fraction and said to Urg “I am most interested in seeing how this transpires.”

Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc

In the brief moment that the attention had been drawn away from the hammer it had righted itself within the display. Settling back in the way it had been originally as if some hand had moved it back into place. To Teh untrained eye it would appear nothing was different. To the trained eye, such as the Curator, parts of the mineral that enclosed the tool as they referred to it, had flaked away, revealing a carved partial relief of some symbol. Urg would know it to be the unbroken symbol of Kvaar’ton the Beast, not the builder, and that meant this was the Hammer that he took to his death, not the one carried earlier in his campaigning against the demons. The one that he used to crack the lair open, and enter the belly of the beast itself.

KVaar’ton, the Beast

It took less than a minute after a mention of the Klingons and the Police for someone to arrive. A tall man in a brownish coat followed by two uniformed officers. The plainclothed man stopped just a bit from the Klingon, looked at him with disinterest and then at the display. The two other officers were both humans and moderately nervous around the Giant standing in front of them. Now that he was standing in front of the Klingon he could see that the man, only slightly shorter than him, had slightly pointed ears and black spots running down his neck. His eyes were pitch black as well betraying his very mixed nature. He gave the Curator a friendly nod before turning again to the Klingon. Before he could speak a small beep was heard on his wrist, he clicked it and paused for a moment as a voice in his ear spoke “Yes sir, yes. The big one, well the tallest at least. Yes broke it, yes just like you said. Yes, sir, I will” He clicked the communicator again and returned his gaze to the Klingon “I am Detective Chief Inspector Pangolin, what exactly occurred here?” His question was directed at the Curator but his lazy gaze never left the Klingon.

DCI Pangolin

The Vulcan curator stepped forward, her eyes on the display. She motioned for the Detective Chief Investigator to join her. She approached Urg’tohn, who did not waver or move. She looked up at him and said “I recognize you have laid a ‘claim’ to this artifact. But I would like, with your permission, to show the Police Inspector what we are dealing with.” Her voice was flat and emotionless, but the cadence of her words betrayed a slight excitement.

Urg looked at her intently and simply nodded once. She stepped to the side and pointed at the object in the case. “This is an artifact on loan from one of the Great Houses on Quo’nos. The museum has had possession of it for the past nine years. The material at the base is an unknown mineral that has prevented all attempts to scan the interior, and all attempts at cutting to remove the item. It has not been moved from this location in five years. Today, this… individual…” she said with forced degree of respect, “… approached the display, bypassing the ropes meant to keep people away, touched the glass and then began speaking of some kind of vision.” She pulled out a small micro computer and accessed the security feeds, and then began playing the scene back for the officer.

Multiple angles were shown, and the playback showed Urg’tohn approach the display, touch both hands to the glass, and bow his head. After he had stopped moving, the handle moved, and fell forward to touch the glass on the other side of his forehead. Urg’tohn then slowly knelt before the display, and after a few moments the handle moved back to it’s original position. No one else was near the display, and the only damage visible on the video feed were small scratches on the glass from Urg’s fingernails on his right hand.

The Curator then pointed inside the display at a small piece of the unknown mineral now laying broken off the rest and on the base of the display housing. “That piece was not there before. I now that for a fact because we have never been able to remove any piece of the mineral… not even with industrial mining equipment. And that…” and she pointed to now-visible symbol on the supposed ‘tool’, “…was not visible before.” And she stepped back and nodded in thanks to Urg. “I appreciate your allowing us to examine the relic.” and she moved away from him. Looking at the Inspector, she said “I do not know what has happened here. What I can tell you is that there is no logical way this could have happened.Even as large as he is, there is no amount of physical force he could generate that would so much as chip a piece of that off. Add to that that he never touched the mineral or the artifact, but still it moved.” and she looked back at the display. “Perhaps now we can see what the head of the handle looks like. That may give us a reference point to determine age and place of origin.”

Pangolin nodded as he looked at the artifact. His hands in his pants pockets he didn’t seem to be taking any notes whereas the two uniforms were.

Urg’s head turned to the Curator as she spoke and a laugh broke through the stern countenance. “You have no idea what you are looking at, do you? You want to know what is in the hardened blood?” and he uncrossed his arms and pulled up his sleeves. Tattooed on the inside of both arms was a wicked looking hammer, each with a symbol on the head that closely, but not exactly, resembled the one on the artifact. “This is what you will find, Vulcan.” and he looked at the Inspector. “Where are my brothers?”

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Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc

Pangolin didn’t look back at the Klingon “I really don’t know” He lied “Nor do I care, I stopped them from being informed by us. If you wish for your brothers to know about whatever is going on here then do that yourself.” He said in the same disinterested tone as when he first introduced himself “I’m only here in case you need to brought in for further disturbing the peace. For some reason, Commissioner Karlson has decided that you three shall roam free without being disturbed until he decided that enough is enough” The Part Vulcan continued his stare at the artefact “Regarding your claim, it would indeed appear that you have some connection to this item.” He finally raised himself and looked directly at the Klingon, he could see that the Chief Inspector was half smiling, lazily his black eyes scanned the overly muscular fanatic “But any claims made to any items in our museum must be made to the lender, not the lendee. If you wish we can contact whatever great house in the Empire owns this and have them send in a representative to either confirm or deny your request. We simply don’t have the authorization to recognize your claim.” His smiled widened into a more polite one. “I guess it’s up to you, if you have a legitimate claim that will be recognized by your empire I can assure you that the Colony of Oed V will not stand in your way.”

DCI Pangolin

Urg looked at the little man (comparatively) and grinned back, his stained teeth bared in either humor or rage was a matter of conjecture. He looked from the Inspector to the Curator. “You are responsible for the relic. It is now no longer intact as it was. You should report this to the owner, should you not? Then contact them. Let them know the Sons of the House of Duroc have laid claim to their stolen relic. Tell them, as the law-man just said, to send their representatives. Yes… do that.” he said with more relish than one might expect from such a statement.

The Curator looked at Urg, to the Inspector, and then to her co-worker. “Send word to Quo’nos, House Juv, that their artifact…” and the sudden raised voice of urg interrupted her. “Holy Relic” he almost shouted, his voice echoing in the chamber. The curator looked up and back quickly “… holy relic that have on loan to the museum has been claimed by another party and, at the insistence of Oed V law enforcement, it is requested that they send a representative to address the claim, and to inspect the… relic… as it’s structure has changed.”

The Antican shook his head slightly and took off at a brisk walk. The curator looked back at the two figures. “Inspector, I will let you know what the response is.”

The eyes of the holy warrior then turned and looked at the Inspector. “There. As you have instructed. I am sure the Curator will do as she must, just as you will do as you must, just as I will do as I must.” And he leaned closer to the Inspector, not trying to intimidate him, but simply to emphasize his words. “But know this, law-man. House Juv will send their dogs to try and kill us. They fear what the Sons of House Duroc are. And they will do anything to save their hides. The blood that will be shed is your doing.”

The curator looked at the Inspector and indicated she wished to speak with him away from the possibly deranged Klingon.

Urg’tohn, Son of House Duroc

Pangolin gave the curator a friendly nod, allowing her to leave first as he had one final word with the Klingon. He didn’t move or act any differently with his mug in his face. He made a mental note that he didn’t smell as bad as he originally thought he would. “No,” he said lazily “The bloodshed, if any, will be entirely your doing. But I suggest not annoying your hosts too much whilst on yer quest” He picked a small candy out of his pocket and threw it in his mouth, letting it roll around for a moment before speaking again “Whilst Klingons might try, and fail, at killing you you’ve never faced Oedvian bureaucracy before” He smiled as he backed off quietly, hand in pocket. “Here, suck on this, it’ll help to pass the time” He gently tossed another hard candy to the Klingon as he spun around and casually swaggered over to the Curator. He stopped next to her and gave the Vulcan a friendly smile. It seemed that he wasn’t so Vulcan that his emotions were a problem. “How can I assist you, Ma’am”

DCI Pangolin.

The candy sailed through the air and fell to the floor at the feet of the big Klingon. For his part, he didn’t move at all, just kept his gaze on the Inspector and his arms crossed across his chest.

The Curator looked at the Inspector and said “Well… legally… we have a claim on an artifact that is on loan to the museum. It is not the purview of the museum to validate any such claims. That is up to the legal system.” and she turned and looked at the artifact in question, a small narrowing of her eyebrows the only indication of her acknowledgement of the oddity of the situation. “Inspector, I have never seen anything like this. I know that the… gentleman… did not touch the artifact. And I know that the material it is embedded in has resisted every attempt to analyze and penetrate it for as long as we have records of the item. For it to just… move… of it’s own accord is simply not logical.” and she turned and looked directly at the Inspector. “Had you asked me this morning what I would think in such a hypothetical situation, I would have said this. ‘Tattoos and religious fervor are not a scientific or legal basis for establishing ownership.’ If you ask me that question in a week… I am unsure what my answer will be.”

At that moment, the Antican returned, PaDD in hand and a much less animated look on his face. In fact, the look had been replaced with what may have been considered dread. “Um… your response.” and he handed the PaDD to the Curator. She took it and read the file on the screen, and her lips parted slightly. She then looked at Urg’tohn, and then handed the PaDD to the Inspector.

On it was a response, not from House Juv, but from the Klingon High Council. It read as follows:

“The Klingon Empire does not recognize the outlandish claims of anyone claiming to be a part of house duroc.” The intentional grammatical slight of not addressing a House in the proper fashion would not go unnoticed by anyone familiar with Klingon writing. “The artifact in question is the property of House Juv, and has been documented as such for over a thousand years. Furthermore, the Klingon Empire does not recognize the three mentally compromised individuals known as Q’ragh, K’vorth, or Urg’tohn. They are escapees from a mental institution and should be considered armed and dangerous. They are unfit for existence, and bring shame upon the Klingon race. It would be a great service to the Empire to have these genetic mistakes removed permanently. They are a threat to the Security of the Empire and all other governments. They are known terrorists, smugglers, and murderers. Apprehension should be considered secondary to elimination. A representative of House Juv and the High Council have been dispatched to Oed V, and will arrive in a matter of days to ensure the return of the artifact.”

The Assistant Curator looked at the Curator and Inspector and then said “Um… I didn’t say anything about… um… that.” he said , cocking a finger at Urg. “I just said there was an ownership claim made against the artifact and asked how they wanted to proceed. I didn’t mention him at all.”

Museum Staff