Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in House Duroc Embassy- Righting the Wrongs

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in House Duroc Embassy- Righting the Wrongs

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She beamed at both of them before setting her gaze on Vargas again and clasping her other hand on his. “Consider it done. And with a couple more glowing recommendations you may be surprised at the position you find yourself in.” She inhaled deeply. “Go live your best life, Luis, and I know it might take weeks for them to get here, but I damn well get letters from you. I want hear what you’re up to. Understood?” She framed it like and order but the glint in her eyes said it was entirely a warm request.

Vargas smiled and said “I will send yours and Lord Duroc’s at the same time. I promise.”

Letting his hands go, she considered the young man. “If I may offer a bit of advice? Take it from someone who’s known her share of bitterness… they’re not worth it. You don’t owe them your forgiveness, but don’t let them rob you of a second more of energy or thoughts. it’ll be the greatest gift you give yourself.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

For the first time Vargas showed a side of him that had not been seen by Eeela. Humor, coupled with a fierceness that was almost palpable. “No, they aren’t worth my time or energy. But sometimes-” and he looked at Urg and smiled, “- an enemy is a great motivator.” He stood tall and looked at Urg. “You saved my life, my Lord. I will forever be in your debt.” Urg looked down at Luis and smiled. “You saved yourself, Son of Duroc. I was simply the instrument of the Builder’s will. Go. Do as the Captain ordered. Live your best life and make our House proud.” Vargas pounded his fist against his chest and then looked at Dasca. “Captain.” was all he said and he turned and walked out the door. When it slid closed, Urg went to the table and poured Blood wine for them both. Handing a goblet to Dasca, he said “There is a fire in that one. Star Fleet is lucky to have him. But if something happens to him from those you set your sights on… know that I will personally hunt them down and gut them in front of their families.” and he took a drink and sat down.

Lord Duroc

Goblet in hand, Eela snorted as she sat back down. “Of that, Lord Duroc, I have no doubt,” she said before taking a sip, and her mind was immediately brought back over twenty years ago to memories of sharing bloodwine with Klingons at the end of the war. Her and Captain Xquenda, sitting in Quark’s on DS9 entirely mystified how they managed to survive that last battle. There had been a look exchanged on the bridge where they had quietly acknowledged each other, gratitude in their eyes, where they knew that they were moments away from abandoning ship. It was an order they fortunately never had to issue.

There were few potent triggers of memories than taste and smell, and the heady concoction of both floored Eela for a moment. Another celebration but under vastly different circumstances. But somehow, they both felt equal in her mind. In both circumstances Eela had risked greatly for an outcome she could be proud of. No matter how any of it had gone, she knew herself well enough to know that if she didn’t give it her all she couldn’t view her actions with any sort of esteem. Her and Lord Duroc had debated about the concept of honour that first time here, but she stood by her defence of it. There was such a thing and it was worthy of fighting for.

She blinked and looked over at him. “Apologies… just a little lost in memories for a moment,” she said softly as she watched the dark red liquid ripple in her cup.

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.