Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 10:20:13 GMT -8
“Yeah, didn’t he tell you?”
There appeared to be a lot that Dorian hadn't told her. If his House was involved in the recent hostilities, he had to have known long ago that there was unrest on the homeworld. Had he attempted to contact Starfleet, or had he always planned on leaving? While she was undergoing initiation, had he been off somewhere else, plotting his desertion? Why even go through with the marriage if he didn't plan on-
Kinin's expression darkened. He wanted an heir. That was it. Plain and simple. She was not his mate. She was just a womb.
“Yeah, about that... has he suffered head trauma recently? My crew reported his behavior as irrational and erratic. I guess I can find a doctor to take a look…”
"Robin is always taking risks," Kinin said. "Sickbay is his second home." Robin's mental status was not her concern and the conversation turned back to Ch'Kuroth.
“He did what to you?!”
"He was the father of Korrd," she admitted. M'Khol would know of whom she spoke. It had been in her file and something that M'Khol would have noted as her superior. A primal part of her reveled in the sound of his words. "He broke my hip in the process. You can scan me for the truth." She remembered how the sound of the bone snapping and her sudden groan of pain had inflamed Ch'Kuroth further. The Klingon was savage, something that M'Khol could use to his advantage if he knew about it.
“This is a Klingon vessel. If he has wronged you, you are within your rights to challenge him.”
How many nights had she remained awake plotting his death, driving a blade through his gut with fierce intensity, and now the opportunity presented itself. Ch'Kuroth would have allies on the ship, though, and Kinin knew the political powder keg that such an action would bring. As she considered her options, M'Khol outlined her duties. Unfortunately, her shift was not for some time. She did not know the people there, just M'Khol and Robin. "I should familiarize myself with the weapons controls," she said, but her tone was distant as her thoughts kept returning to the death of Ch'Kuroth.
She watched the change of guard and didn't miss the look on Robin's face when the tall female approached him. Was that fascination? Lust? It was hard to tell.
"K’Lari, daughter of Vor’Aq.”
Kinin looked from the screen to M'Khol and back.
“M’Khol sent you juicy ones. Why would you go and do such a thing? They cannot be very good like that.”
Kinin knew Robin was fully aware that the delicacy was to be eaten raw. What was he doing? What was going through his-
There.
She blinked at the improbability of what she had just seen. His hand slid into his pocket a couple of times. He was pocketing them? For what purpose? As Robin was questioned about his culinary skills, Kinin took in a breath, then touched the comm link to the Brig. "Check his pockets," she said.
Tag Lieutenant Robin Star, @mkhol
There appeared to be a lot that Dorian hadn't told her. If his House was involved in the recent hostilities, he had to have known long ago that there was unrest on the homeworld. Had he attempted to contact Starfleet, or had he always planned on leaving? While she was undergoing initiation, had he been off somewhere else, plotting his desertion? Why even go through with the marriage if he didn't plan on-
Kinin's expression darkened. He wanted an heir. That was it. Plain and simple. She was not his mate. She was just a womb.
“Yeah, about that... has he suffered head trauma recently? My crew reported his behavior as irrational and erratic. I guess I can find a doctor to take a look…”
"Robin is always taking risks," Kinin said. "Sickbay is his second home." Robin's mental status was not her concern and the conversation turned back to Ch'Kuroth.
“He did what to you?!”
"He was the father of Korrd," she admitted. M'Khol would know of whom she spoke. It had been in her file and something that M'Khol would have noted as her superior. A primal part of her reveled in the sound of his words. "He broke my hip in the process. You can scan me for the truth." She remembered how the sound of the bone snapping and her sudden groan of pain had inflamed Ch'Kuroth further. The Klingon was savage, something that M'Khol could use to his advantage if he knew about it.
“This is a Klingon vessel. If he has wronged you, you are within your rights to challenge him.”
How many nights had she remained awake plotting his death, driving a blade through his gut with fierce intensity, and now the opportunity presented itself. Ch'Kuroth would have allies on the ship, though, and Kinin knew the political powder keg that such an action would bring. As she considered her options, M'Khol outlined her duties. Unfortunately, her shift was not for some time. She did not know the people there, just M'Khol and Robin. "I should familiarize myself with the weapons controls," she said, but her tone was distant as her thoughts kept returning to the death of Ch'Kuroth.
She watched the change of guard and didn't miss the look on Robin's face when the tall female approached him. Was that fascination? Lust? It was hard to tell.
"K’Lari, daughter of Vor’Aq.”
Kinin looked from the screen to M'Khol and back.
“M’Khol sent you juicy ones. Why would you go and do such a thing? They cannot be very good like that.”
Kinin knew Robin was fully aware that the delicacy was to be eaten raw. What was he doing? What was going through his-
There.
She blinked at the improbability of what she had just seen. His hand slid into his pocket a couple of times. He was pocketing them? For what purpose? As Robin was questioned about his culinary skills, Kinin took in a breath, then touched the comm link to the Brig. "Check his pockets," she said.
Tag Lieutenant Robin Star, @mkhol