Posted by Lieutenant Sheleah Ruby (Diplomatic Officer / CNS) in The Counselors Quarters - Meet the Klingon

Posted by Lieutenant Do’trahk of House Kholl (Medical Officer) in The Counselors Quarters - Meet the Klingon

Posted by Lieutenant Sheleah Ruby (Diplomatic Officer / CNS) in The Counselors Quarters - Meet the Klingon
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At 6ft 4” tall, broad shouldered and sporting a muscular 240 lbs with a shaven head, braided beard and metal eye patch engraved with crossed daggers, the crew of the Saracen could be forgiven for stepping aside to let the powerful form of their very own Klingon doctor pass in peace. That the Klingon Exchange Officer also wore his House Sash over his medical blue tunic depicting the rank of Ships Captain and position as Second Son, plus his families heirloom Kut’luch dagger and leather fingerless gloves with metal studs on the knuckles, may have also added to the presence of the man as he walked down the corridors of the Saracen’s residential area with a plain, brown paper bag in hand.

What Do’trahk couldn’t understand was why so many people hurried to get out of his way. He was only taking his department heads advice into consideration and trying to smile more, so when they smiled and greeted him, he bared his teeth in a wide smile in return. Clearly, this crew was even less friendly than that of the Ark Angel that he had been assigned to as Department Head when he first joined the Exchange Program, and while he had learnt much on that giant Federation ship, the culture of these people still confused him.

Finally, he reached the door of the Quarters that the bag in his hand had been addressed to so he stopped outside and opened it, confirming the contents were still there. Grunting in personal acknowledgement that the bag was indeed still carrying what he put in it, he closed it, scrunched it in one hand and reached forward with the other, ringing the chime to announce he was waiting. Home deliveries were not normal, but also not unheard of. It was time for this weeks episode of that trashy daytime soap that Dr Knight and Nurse Mayvonne seemed to enjoy so much anyway, so it was really a good time for him to step out and do something constructive.

Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor

Sheleah had a few hours off and was busy catching up on private correspondence when her chime rang. She sighed at the welcome interruption because talking with Sam, at the moment, was not something she felt up to.

“Enter!” she called.

• Sheleah

The doors slid open to reveal a mountain of a Klingon wearing the medical blues, and enough metal to likely make him sink if he ever tried to swim in it.

Stepping through that door he paused but didn’t look around, instead, his eyes fell on the woman in the room and seemed to take no interest in anything else. Or it might have been that he had already taken notice of what he deemed important. With the sound of a slight grunt, his head tilted as he regarded her, then his lips parted in a wide smile. Even if the rest of the crew seemed to not be so friendly when he smiled, the man was determined to take the good Doctors advice. It was, after all, why the Klingon High Command had assigned him and a number of other Klingon Doctors as exchange officers on Federation ships.

“You are the Count’se’lor?” Do’trahk asked in clipped, direct words. They were not unfriendly. At least, no more unfriendly than his smile. “The one called Sh’leah?”

Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor

Everything Sheleah had visited Klingon territory as a child, she and her parents would take a refresher Klingon Etiquette course because one of them was usually doing something very very important. At least that’s what they had always told the little girl. So when she saw this mountainous figure entering her quarters, all the training she had received through her years as a child, and as a diplomat, clicked into place. She immediately stood from her chair and presented herself as tall as her diminutive frame would allow and returned his smile.

“Welcome warrior. Yes I am counselor Sheleah Ruby. Nuqneh?”

• Sheleah

The exhalation of air from his lungs hung between them just a moment, before his eyes narrowed somewhat. “You are not what I expected.” He announced, his hand raising up and down as he indicated her body. “You are, smooth. I was expecting someone with much more, fur.” Again a slow grunt came as he seemed to accept the reality of who was before him.

“I have a prescription here, for you. It came in from a Doctor off-ship. Something to do with fur treatment, but it was legitimate and addressed to you.” Do’trahk raised the paper bag in his hand and looked it, then held it out towards her. “I do not remember the name of the one who sent the prescription, it was not important.”

Do’trahk of House Kholl

Sheleah wondered if he would be angry if she laughed at him so, she merely smiled and took the bag.

“Thank you for noticing my lack of fur. This is definitely not for me. Now I understand why Sam wanted to get a hold of me so badly.”

She opened the package and set it on her desk.

“Please be seated and I’ll show you exactly what it’s for.”

• Sheleah, CNS/DO

The big Klingon paused for a moment, both of his eyebrows rising as he looked at the Counselor and tilted his head. It took a second, but then the eyebrows dropped. “Oh! Not for you! Got it.” For a moment, Do’trahk had wondered where exactly she was going to show him what it was for as she didn’t seem to be covered in fur, before his realization that she told him it wasn’t for her kicked in.

Looking around, he found a chair and pulled it out. Turning it to face her, he sat down with back straight and chin held high. His head was turned a little so that his one single eye could see her without obstruction. “Proceed, Count’se’lor.” He announced.

Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor

Sheleah stood up and walked into the other room. She scooped up Rex from his nap and brought him out to meet their guest. By that time the spotted feline had opened his sleepy golden eyes and looked around a little bit. He was wondering if Mama had brought him some new food or, was it simply time for more tests, and who was this new person.

Sheleah sat down across from Do’trahk as Rex readjusted himself so that his head was along her right shoulder.

“This is who the fur treatment is for. His name is Rex and he’s an ocelot. They’re known to Earth’s tropical regions and he’s been entrusted to my care so, sadly, right now, he’s the only man in my life.” Sheleah said with a smile.

• Sheleah

The Klingon sat and stared at the creature for a moment, and then visibly sniffed deeply.

“One moment,” he said, holding up a hand. Taking a hypo out of his pocket, he injected something Into his neck and then sniffed again. It sounded clearer.

Looking at Sheleah, he shrugged. “Allergies,” he explained casually and slid the hypo back into his pocket.

“Why would he be the only man in your life? Do’trahk asked, sounding curious. “You are not ugly or smell funny, do men avoid you for some reason? Do they not like your furry thing? This, Ocelot?”

Do’trahk

Sheleah couldn’t help but giggle just a bit at everything he had just said. Sighing, she stopped herself and looked him in the eye as both her parents had always told her to do.

“He is the only man in my life for at least the last 15 months because where I go, he goes and we need each other I guess. I take care of him and he helps me realize that even though my job can be quite stressful at times, I have something very loving and wonderful to come home to. I’m not certain whether men avoid me or not to tell the truth. My apologies for your allergies.”

• Sheleah, CNS/DO

“Do not apologize,” Do’trahk shook his head slightly. “They are not your doing. A curse of a weak ancestor, no doubt.” The Klingon shrugged and took another sniff. “Luckily the drugs work fine, I have no symptoms.”

“You know when my job is stressful, I go to the holodeck and kill things.” Now, the Klingon grinned. “I always found earning glory in battle more relaxing than furry things. They just get stuck in your teeth.” Despite his serious tone, the grin didn’t fade from his lips.

Do’trahk

Sheleah realized that comment about furry things could be taken several different ways. Luckily she chose to keep her mind on the subject at hand and not the fact that her mother had recently begun asking about her dating life again.

It was at that moment that Rex wriggled off of Sheleah’s lap and wandered over to where Do’trahk was. Boldly he placed his front paws on the Klingon’s knee and looked up at him.

The big Klingon looked down at the animal and turned his head slightly, so that his one eye could see it better. “Hi, Oc’e’lot.” Do’trahk pronounced the world slowly then leaned down and stared at Rex intensely. “What is it doing?”

“Oh damn. I think he thinks you have food. I’m sorry, this means he likes you. Please don’t eat my furry thing.” she said with a laugh.

• Sheleah

“Hmph,” Do’trahk glanced up at her and then back at the animal. “Okay I won’t, but what about this creature?” He managed to keep a straight face for a second, then laughed at his own joke. “Well the animal is perceptive, I do have food.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small packet inside of which was a few sticks of Drywors. The strong smell of the dried boerewors being noticeable not long after he opened the packet. Taking one out, he took a bite and then looked at Rex for a moment as if considering, then held it out to him to take if he wished.

“Would you like a stick?” He asked Sheleah, holding out the packet to her.

Do’trahk

Sheleah sometimes found herself indulging in Klingon food and didn’t see any reason not to at this moment.

“Um… Sure. Why not?”

She got up and took a stick from the offered packet while Rex sniffed at what Do’trahk had offered and finally taking a small nibble of it.

“I think he probably smelled it on you. The feline sense of smell is much better than most humanoids.”

• Sheleah

Dropping the rest of the stick on the floor beside Rex, Do’trahk put the packet back in his pocket and wiped his hands on his tunic. “How do you like the stick? I was told that drywors was a South African delicacy from Earth. It isn’t fresh Gagh, but I like it.”

Sheleah chewed thoughtfully for a few seconds.

“Can you get fresh gagh on the ship? I never look because I don’t like being disappointed but this is really good, thank you. Look, Ta’ likes it too. Rex means King in Latin. A dead Earth language that pops up all the time so… Not really dead I guess.”

The big Klingon came to his feet and stood beside Sheleah, looking at the woman. “I have done what I came here to do, and it was nice meeting you Coun’tse’lor. I must return to my duties however, before the tiny typhoon that is the Chief Medical Officer wonders where I got to. Giving her a slight bow from the hips, Do’trahk hesitated slightly before turning for the door. “I trust we will meet again, and some time I may bring your animal friend another treat.”

Do’trahk, Doctor

Sheleah stood and bowed slightly. She had enjoyed making this new friend and definitely hoped he would stop by again.

“Please don’t worry about Doctor Knight, I know she can be quite the typhoon but I give you permission to blame it on me and my little King if it becomes necessary.” she said.

• Sheleah

“And have you fight my battles for me? I think not Count’se’lor, where would the honor be in that?” With a grin and a thump of his fist to his shoulder in a traditional Klingon salute, he turned and stepped through the doorway. “Farewell, and I hope the cream for your furry thing does what it is supposed to.” With that, the Klingon Doctor disappeared along the corridor of the Saracen heading back to Sickbay.

Do’trahk