Posted by Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Cdr. Kohr’s quarters

Posted by Ensign Mike Jones (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Cdr. Kohr’s quarters

Posted by Commander Kohr (Executive Officer) in Side Sim: Cdr. Kohr’s quarters
Posted by… suppressed (3) by the Post Ghost! 👻
Mike now that the place seemed to have settled down immensely thought that it was the only proper thing to do. Beside which the XO was a darn big fellow! Mike’s mission at the moment was to speak to the Commander about the incident in sickbay. He was pretty sure that the XO would see his actions as some sort of weakness, but Mike didn’t much care. He had been raised a bit different than that. He could almost hear his great grandmother scolding him in his ear. ‘You just don’t talk to a fella like that Michael!’

Thus, it was then that Mike found himself in front of the XO’s door ringing the chime and hoping that he felt some restraint about murdering doctors.

Ensign Mike Jones MD

The Klingon’s eyes opened slowly when he heard the door announcement, bowed low before the altar of Kahless, and finished his whispered respects. Gripping the bat’leth before him in a gauntleted fist Kohr stood, pivoted on the ball of a bare foot, and strode across the padded floor to the door. He couched the polished blade in the crook of his elbow and tapped the access button on the control panel. The door hushed open, and the commander gazed sternly down at Jones.

“You are not Ensign Keeley,” he announced flatly.

Without further explanation, Kohr turned and moved to the nearby wall and set the bat’leth almost reverently among the other various weapons decorating its otherwise plain surface. The room was dim save for a pair of low, wide braziers that smoldered with muted flames. The way the shadows danced along the ceiling, it would conjure in the mind the interior of a cave rather than a starship’s quarters. That was the way the warrior preferred it for some reason. The archways to the rest of his quarters were shrouded in an inky gloam, obfuscating the rooms beyond. That, too, seemed to be intentional.

Kohr returned his attention to Jones, hooking broad thumbs behind the woven belt that divided the padded muslin tunic from the matching loose trousers. The leather of the gauntlet enshrouding his right arm from tip to shoulder creaked with the motion. With his free hand he made a sweeping gesture, silently inviting the doctor to enter his domain.

“What is it that I can do for you?”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—
[As I wasn’t sure if this was a side sim or related to the main sim of the same theme, I added “Side Sim” to the title in case it was the former. If it was intended to be the latter, I can integrate it into the main sim line.]

(No problem. I was just in a hurry to post something to keep out of the AWOL set.)

Despite the fact that he had pressed the buzzer for the door Mike still hadn’t rested up from the brutal few days he had just been through in sick bay, and he could really use some more sleep. His mind was wandering as the XO answered his door and upon seeing the large bulk of Commander Kohr in the doorway Mike have a small start, but then of course when Kohr spoke Mike couldn’t help but to smile and say,” Well I thank you for noticing that I’m not Ensign Keely sir. “

Mike watched with interest as the XO replaced the Bat’leth in its crib. His eyes scanned the room with interest, and he felt a strange sense of Deja vu as his eyes roamed across the room. He sighed contently and as the XO motioned him in. Although Mike had come for one thing, he was drawn like a magnet toward the bat’leth. He spoke as he walked slowly toward it. “I thought that I would drop in to check on your health Commander after your hasty exit from sick bay. And I thought that I would as well apologize to you for any insults that I may have hurled in your direction in an effort to bring you more back to yourself or to stop you from committing any matter of mayhem.”

Mike stood now staring at the bat’leth. All it’s curves and edges. He spoke again before Kohr had any chance to answer him as Mike said pointing to the bat’leth. “This is beautiful work. Are they still hand forged? Is it anything like tamahagane steel?”

An intrigued Ensign Mike Jones MD

Kohr watched the man passively, patiently. He had chosen to open his home to the entirety of the Viking crew for personal combat training, so he was used to the wide-eyed and the curious, those eager to prove and humble to learn. It had been his attempt to integrate with his fellow officers, a controlled way of exposing himself to those he lived and worked with. In this space he allowed himself to set aside rank and responsibility—to just be Kohr, the Klingon—and it had helped him grow to become a better executive officer. At least that was the hope.

“You did what you had to do,” he murmured. “I was not in my right mind and did not conduct myself appropriately, honorable as my intentions were. It is perhaps I who should offer contrition to you for my attempted assault on your person. I would like to believe I held onto myself enough to miss and not because my hand was rattling with rage. Still, I would welcome the opportunity to put the matter behind us.”

Kohr stepped a bit closer, glancing at the various weapons on the wall. Many were of Klingon make, such as the bat’leth, while a few hailed from other worlds—blades both long and short, staves, spears, and even a pair of rough clubs. His eyes drank in the torchlight glittering off of each one, and he smiled pridefully at his collection.

“My personal bat’leth was forged by Togoth the Swordsmith in the fires of my homeland,” he rumbled proudly. “The rest were replicated for use by those I train here, until they no longer need them or attain their own. They are, of course, worthy of blood whetting but do not have tales of their own.”
He returned his attention back to Jones. “I am unfamiliar with the metals and techniques of your people, though I have heard of tamahagane from Ensign Yamata. I believe she mentioned Japan as well. Are you familiar?”
—Kohr, Executive Officer—

Mike couldn’t help but to smile. ” Yes, I am indeed. My Grandfather was a mechanical engineer by trade but when he retired, he chose of all things as a hobby to be a smith. Drove my grandmother to yelling and throwing things on more than one occasion. He had a small cave at the end of his property that he made larger and burned a vent hole in the ceiling. Then he made the whole thing bigger by attaching a building to the entrance of the cave. Only after he did all this was, he and my grandmother happy. He experimented with all sorts of metals. He sought to make a katana but never quite got it done. He said it was nearly a lifetime investment. He couldn’t make all the skinning knives and other swords and keep working on the katana too. ” Mike bent to look at the edge on the bat’leth again before saying, “My cousin and I finished that blade after my grandfather became too infirm to do it. “

Standing up and looking around Mike said, “Your quarters remind me somewhat of the smithy he had in that cave.” Pausing for a moment he then looked Kohr in the eyes and smiled. “And as for our incident in sick bay it is forgotten. Like my mother used to tell me,’ If you don’t have any broken bones, you didn’t get insulted proper.”

Ensign Mike Jones MD

Kohr nodded solemnly, glancing about at nothing in particular. “I spent many years exploring and hunting in the mountains near our ancestral home, old delves and curiosities carved by my forebearers. During the war, I found myself assigned to places with similar settings—mountains, vales, caves, and the like—and I discovered that I quite enjoyed it in my own way. The stone was strong, unyielding, secure. Different somehow than those structures we built for ourselves, and very unlike a starship.”

“Most in Starfleet prefer… brighter surroundings,” he added with a quirk of lip, “and it has its place, but when I meditate or train I prefer it like this. Natural. Primal. Visceral.”
—Jas—

Mike looked at Kohr and smiled for just an instant before replying, “So it is true! Klingons aren’t all fight and gruffness. You do have the heart of pets as well!” Without giving Kohr a chance to respond to that however Mike said, “I don’t know about visceral, but it is a good tactical solution offered to us by nature. Just one way in and one way out.” Mike looked around the Commanders quarters once again before saying, “It’s been good to meet you in a non-professional setting Commander. I may have to try something like this in my own quarters! But I must be off now. I have a lot to clean up and look after in sick bay, I’m sure. Mike then made the attempt to say farewell to Kohl on Klingon. ” Qapla’ ” he said knowing he had probably mangled the word.

Ensign Mike Jones MD