Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2014 9:25:07 GMT -8
“It has made you strong, though. I know that’s little consolation, though.”
He thought her strong? It was one thing to hear it from humans, who were weaker in many ways by birth, but to hear it from M'Khol, a Klingon who had been at her side in battle, it meant so much more and she smiled despite herself.
“It will take time. And you will soon be able to ask your kin the questions that burn in your heart.”
It was still a difficult concept to believe and consider. Meeting Dorian's family had been awkward, and she knew meeting her own would be even harder. Dorian's had judgements, questions, concerns, and Kinin knew she had just barely passed muster with them.
“Come with me.”
She had difficulty with one of the pieces of armor, having never put it on before but, to his credit, M'Khol let her figure it out on her own and not try to help. Kinin disdained help and it was the prime cause of the infrequent arguments between she and her mate. Finally dressed, she followed him through the corridor, and found herself holding her body straighter, stronger, prouder than ever before. The eyes that looked upon her did not fill with fear or disdain or suspicion, they held something else, respect.
Confusion set in, though as they entered what appeared to be some sort of control room and she was about to protest when M'Khol turned on one of the monitors. She moved over to his side, shoulder to shoulder, and watched. Robin was walking toward Ch'Kuroth, blocked by the field of the brig. He had not been given quarters, he was a prisoner. Kinin's rage began to burn.
"I've made an oath to the Federation."
Closing her eyes, Kinin shook her head. While it was an honorable statement, why did he feel the need to make it here, now? Was he trying to agitate his captors?
"I will not break my promises."
She resumed watching him. The added plural to the last word gave her hope that he hadn't forgotten his oath to her. How he would balance the two, though, gave her much concern. At one time, she had asked Dorian of his own allegiance and he had sworn to uphold his vow to Starfleet. Today, she found that he was no longer faithful to that oath. He had become angry at the question then, refusing even her advances for intimate contact, saying he was tired and needed sleep. Was that why he didn't contact her now, that he suspected her loyalty to the Federation would trump her promises to him?
The anger in her soul increased exponentially the more she thought about it. Why am I here? If Dorian didn't want her, what was the point? Her fingers caressed the metal that rested on her chest. He is not my life. There was silence from the monitor and it seemed as if the image had become frozen, but the rise and fall with Robin's breathing indicated that both parties were considering their words. She lowered her hand and placed her palm over his image, blocking him from view. "Send him back," Karja said. I will not make you choose.
Tag Lieutenant Robin Star, @mkhol
He thought her strong? It was one thing to hear it from humans, who were weaker in many ways by birth, but to hear it from M'Khol, a Klingon who had been at her side in battle, it meant so much more and she smiled despite herself.
“It will take time. And you will soon be able to ask your kin the questions that burn in your heart.”
It was still a difficult concept to believe and consider. Meeting Dorian's family had been awkward, and she knew meeting her own would be even harder. Dorian's had judgements, questions, concerns, and Kinin knew she had just barely passed muster with them.
“Come with me.”
She had difficulty with one of the pieces of armor, having never put it on before but, to his credit, M'Khol let her figure it out on her own and not try to help. Kinin disdained help and it was the prime cause of the infrequent arguments between she and her mate. Finally dressed, she followed him through the corridor, and found herself holding her body straighter, stronger, prouder than ever before. The eyes that looked upon her did not fill with fear or disdain or suspicion, they held something else, respect.
Confusion set in, though as they entered what appeared to be some sort of control room and she was about to protest when M'Khol turned on one of the monitors. She moved over to his side, shoulder to shoulder, and watched. Robin was walking toward Ch'Kuroth, blocked by the field of the brig. He had not been given quarters, he was a prisoner. Kinin's rage began to burn.
"I've made an oath to the Federation."
Closing her eyes, Kinin shook her head. While it was an honorable statement, why did he feel the need to make it here, now? Was he trying to agitate his captors?
"I will not break my promises."
She resumed watching him. The added plural to the last word gave her hope that he hadn't forgotten his oath to her. How he would balance the two, though, gave her much concern. At one time, she had asked Dorian of his own allegiance and he had sworn to uphold his vow to Starfleet. Today, she found that he was no longer faithful to that oath. He had become angry at the question then, refusing even her advances for intimate contact, saying he was tired and needed sleep. Was that why he didn't contact her now, that he suspected her loyalty to the Federation would trump her promises to him?
The anger in her soul increased exponentially the more she thought about it. Why am I here? If Dorian didn't want her, what was the point? Her fingers caressed the metal that rested on her chest. He is not my life. There was silence from the monitor and it seemed as if the image had become frozen, but the rise and fall with Robin's breathing indicated that both parties were considering their words. She lowered her hand and placed her palm over his image, blocking him from view. "Send him back," Karja said. I will not make you choose.
Tag Lieutenant Robin Star, @mkhol