Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2014 17:21:54 GMT -8
“So the Talon’s crew is weak?”
"You attacked scientists," she snarled at him, but she knew he wouldn't understand. All Klingons, regardless of occupation, were Warriors first. A scientist on a Klingon vessel would be just as quick to cut off your hand as they would be to recite DNA structure. As she stood there, she became acutely aware of the Klingon spirit that coursed through her veins and she changed to a less dangerous subject than the one that was presenting itself before her very eyes. Explain yourself.
“The Empire prepares for war. My father and elder brothers were killed by a Starfleet vessel in the Neutral zone.”
"Unprovoked, of course," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her words.
“House Vor’Aq needed a head, and I could not be the head on Talon. And as a young warrior, I was given three ships, and orders.”
Ambition, always ambition. Move upward, regardless of the heads on which he stood. "Is that all that-"
“Can I dishonor my own blood? The man who raised me? The people who have accepted me, despite my Starfleet past, and human blood?”
Kinin knew full well the power of revenge. One day, as she had vowed, she would find Korrd's murderer and put a blade through his heart. How, then, could she deny M'Khol the same? She looked into his eyes and saw both hatred and sadness. Shaking her head, she took a breath. "I am sorry you lost family," she said quietly. "But taking the lives of the innocent, in search of revenge, or even honor, will not take away the pain." Carefully, with her free hand, she reached up and wiped the blood away from his lip and, as she did so, she flashed back to another place, another time, a finger dripping in red...
“It is not an easy time to have Klingon blood and to be part of Starfleet. Here…”
She looked at the blood and held it up in front of his face, his dark eyes bracketing the finger as the blood dripped downward. She was prepared to lecture him, to throw the blood into his face, a symbol of his betrayal and her own anger. That was the plan.
"...they accept me."
Her lips parted, the vitriotic words poised, but they remained frozen by his simple declaration of truth. If she stayed in Starfleet, if Sean remained in that world, how would they be tolerated during an all-out war with the Empire? Already, there were those who would see her removed from duty at the slightest slip and what better evidence than to know she had been aboard M'Khol's ship, no matter her intentions. Dorian was no longer Captain and could no longer pull influence to protect her position. Monroe was new, eager to please, and would most likely defer to the wishes of the Federation. At the very least, she would be shuttled off to some out of the way location, where she would have a job without glory or honor.
She shifted focus from the blood to his eyes, her finger becoming a blur in her vision. I deserve honor. Closing her eyes, she wiped the blood across her combadge in a wide smear.
Tag @mkhol
"You attacked scientists," she snarled at him, but she knew he wouldn't understand. All Klingons, regardless of occupation, were Warriors first. A scientist on a Klingon vessel would be just as quick to cut off your hand as they would be to recite DNA structure. As she stood there, she became acutely aware of the Klingon spirit that coursed through her veins and she changed to a less dangerous subject than the one that was presenting itself before her very eyes. Explain yourself.
“The Empire prepares for war. My father and elder brothers were killed by a Starfleet vessel in the Neutral zone.”
"Unprovoked, of course," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her words.
“House Vor’Aq needed a head, and I could not be the head on Talon. And as a young warrior, I was given three ships, and orders.”
Ambition, always ambition. Move upward, regardless of the heads on which he stood. "Is that all that-"
“Can I dishonor my own blood? The man who raised me? The people who have accepted me, despite my Starfleet past, and human blood?”
Kinin knew full well the power of revenge. One day, as she had vowed, she would find Korrd's murderer and put a blade through his heart. How, then, could she deny M'Khol the same? She looked into his eyes and saw both hatred and sadness. Shaking her head, she took a breath. "I am sorry you lost family," she said quietly. "But taking the lives of the innocent, in search of revenge, or even honor, will not take away the pain." Carefully, with her free hand, she reached up and wiped the blood away from his lip and, as she did so, she flashed back to another place, another time, a finger dripping in red...
“It is not an easy time to have Klingon blood and to be part of Starfleet. Here…”
She looked at the blood and held it up in front of his face, his dark eyes bracketing the finger as the blood dripped downward. She was prepared to lecture him, to throw the blood into his face, a symbol of his betrayal and her own anger. That was the plan.
"...they accept me."
Her lips parted, the vitriotic words poised, but they remained frozen by his simple declaration of truth. If she stayed in Starfleet, if Sean remained in that world, how would they be tolerated during an all-out war with the Empire? Already, there were those who would see her removed from duty at the slightest slip and what better evidence than to know she had been aboard M'Khol's ship, no matter her intentions. Dorian was no longer Captain and could no longer pull influence to protect her position. Monroe was new, eager to please, and would most likely defer to the wishes of the Federation. At the very least, she would be shuttled off to some out of the way location, where she would have a job without glory or honor.
She shifted focus from the blood to his eyes, her finger becoming a blur in her vision. I deserve honor. Closing her eyes, she wiped the blood across her combadge in a wide smear.
Tag @mkhol