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A worried voice came back over the comm line. =^= In surgery?! My poor baby, what happened to him? I’m on my way, sending his medical file now… =^= she added as a message popped up on the sickbay computer with all of Du’Ralle’s information including blood type.

Moments later a disheveled and frantic Klingon woman dashed through the doors. Her demeanour was distinctly un-Klingon, in fact if not for her telltale forehead ridges, one could easily mistaken her for human. She ran over to the biobed and began kissing her son on the forehead. “Oh my poor little love, what have they done to you? Who did this?!” She demanded to anyone who was listening.

Mother Hen (GM)

Cross reported the young Klingon’s blood type to the doctor.”His mother is on her way.” He reported.
“Ensign, if you have a moment could I speak with you?” He said J’Khara, motioning her off to the side of sickbay so the doctor could continue working on the boy.

Cross Sec

J’Kara pulled a small lace handkerchief from her sleeve and delicately dabbed the tears from her eyes. “Yes of course Lt,” she replied as she sniffed and kept her eye on the doctors working on her son. “Is he going to be alright?” she asked nervously, biting her lower lip.

Mother Hen (GM)

“Doctor Gong’da is a fine doctor, I am sure he will be fine, Ma’am.” Cross said soothingly.”I wanted you to be aware of what happened to bring your son here, Ensign. He and another young lady were playing around in the holodeck and disengaged the safeties. Engineering has been contacted are seeing to it that they will not be able to do so again. But, I am concerned by their actions. I am sure it is more then likely part of your son’s Klingon heritage that caused him to wish to do so but such behavior is not allowed on a ship. He or the young lady could have been killed.” He waited then to see what she would say. Personally with all his study of Klingon psychology she was not acting like a typical Klingon at all and he was a bit baffled.

Cross Sec

J’Kara nodded and loudly blew her nose into the handkerchief. “Yes, it’s a Klingon thing I’m afraid. I personally don’t follow the traditional Klingon ways as I’m sure you’ve noticed but my son and I do not see eye to eye on it. He thinks I’m a disgrace and dishonorable for not embracing my Klingon heritage and I’m afraid my unwillingness to change has turned him into a bit of a zealot…” a tear trickled down her cheek as she looked back to her son lying on the bed. “It’s my fault he’s here…” she added in a barely audible voice.

Gong’da had successfully managed to repair the damage to the artery and his condition was now stable, all that remained now was to revive him.

OOC: If you dare… :)

Mother Hen (GM)

Cross frowned as he looked at J’Kara, “If I might suggest it, I think it would be very beneficial for you and your son to see the Counselor. Before he does something even more dangerous.” He said gently.

Cross Sec

J’Kara sighed and leant against the console behind her. “Believe me Lt I’ve tried, he’s not in the least bit interested in talking to anyone. When he was 8, he tried to sacrifice me in a Klingon ritual…it’s just not been the same since we lost his father. They were very close and did all that Klingon stuff together but now I just think he feels lost. Tell me Lt, who was he with today?” She asked curiously. She didn’t think he had many friends on board ship but to hear he had been with a young lady she wondered if it was the new girl he had been talking about recently.

Mother Hen (GM)

Cross frowned as he pondered what could be done with the boy. “Perhaps I could work with him as a sparing partner.” He murmured before he looked up to answer her question. “Hmm, a young girl named Ryalla. She is the daughter of Ensign Oshi.”

Cross Sec

J’Kara grabbed Cross on the arm and nodded earnestly. “Oh would you? Thank you so much, that could be just what he needs!” She replied excitedly. J’Kara thought for a moment and nodded. “Ah yes, the new girl I think, they’ve only been onboard for about a month I think…” she mused, day dreaming about Du’Ralle entering star-fleet and becoming a Captain.

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