Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Challenge Accepted (Tag Urg’tohn)

Posted by Civilian Jal’na Sherko of House Noggra (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Challenge Accepted (Tag Urg’tohn)

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Challenge Accepted (Tag Urg’tohn)
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Hours later…

Urg’s scarred body lay amongst the ruins of the table, chairs, food, wine, ale, and clothes. Nothing was intact save the two Klingon bodies intertwined in the wreckage. He stared at the ceiling and smiled. “I never imagined it could be like that. Had I known, we could have broken the tables and chairs at the tavern that first night.”

Urg

Jal’na chuckled. “Those tables and chairs are not a sturdy, and as fun as that would have been, I would not want to spend hours pulling splinters out of your backside. There are better things to do.” Their bodies were intact, mostly. Jal’na rolled to her side to look at him and moaned as she flopped back suddenly. Her fingers probed along her shoulder where something didn’t work right. She began to laugh loudly. “My clavicle is broken.”

Jal’na

Urg laughed and said “So is my wrist!” and he held up his left arm and the wrist was swollen and not quite where it should have been. “If only we had a doctor nearby…” He sat up and winced as the cracked ribs made their presence known as well. “This was a good day.” He turned to Jal’na and said “I will have clothes brought. And medical supplies.” and he lurched slowly to his feet. He stood tall and proud, looking down at her with a smile. Ten lifetimes of scars decorated his body, but somehow they all seemed to fit the massive form that was Lord Duroc. He held out his unbroken hand and said “Come wife… I want you to meet your new family.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Jal’na stared as he stood over her. He was magnificent. Each scar only made him more so. She set her left hand in his and stood. She wiped blood from the corner of his mouth before pressing against him and kissing him with a soft purr and a lot of affection. “Today was a very good day.” She began walking toward the cabinet with the medical kit. The bruise in her head and her thigh slowing her gait for just a moment. “Tell me, Husband, what type of patient are you? Argumentative, strong and silent, or the type to diagnose for me?”

“I know when to give orders, wife… and when to listen to others.” He watched her walk and a low growl rumbled in his chest.

She pulled out the kit, “Head wounds and broken bones are a must. The rest is optional. Unless we’ve managed to cause severe internal damage.” She walked toward the fire and the skin rug. There was no where to sit, they had destroyed it all. She grinned at the memory. “Come here so I can care for you.”

Jal’na

Urg walked over and stood before her, unashamed and silent. He stood close to her and said “Do what you will… but know that when you are tending to our injuries, I plan on taking you to a proper room in which to fully enjoy you.”

Urg

Jal’na was pleased to see the dermal regeneator was also a osteogenic stimulator. Her fingers gently but expertly probed his wrist and then set the parameters on the device and held it over his wrist. She looked up at his face. The man was easily distracted. It brought a warmth to her eyes. “I believe we will spend a fortune in new furniture.” She gave him a hungry grin and turned back to what she was doing. She took a scan of his rubs just to insure they didn’t puncture anything and then set the stimulator to fixing cracked ribs and then the large bump on the back of his head. Jal’na was thoroughly enjoying having her hands on him, even if she was ‘doctoring’ him. She touched his cheek, “Scar or no scar?”

She used the regenerator to heal the large bruise on her forehead. When she was done the bruise was gone, and she had a healed but visible scar from the cut. She ran her hand across her clavicle and looked up at him. “I will need you to set the bone.” She held out the stimulator to him.

Jal’na

Urg nodded and said “As you wish.” He took her hand on the injured side and said “On three.” and then immediately jerked down on her arm, causing a loud SNAP as the bones slid back into place. He looked at her and grinned and said “You will never know what number it will be on.”

Jal’na ground her teeth as the bone snapped into place. She smirked, “That is best. It does not give one time to tense the muscle and cause more damage.” She lifted the stimulator to her shoulder and turned it on.

He walked over to the wall and pressed the comms. “Bring clothes for us.” and a voice replied “They are outside the door, my lord. We took the liberty of making a selection for…” and there was a slight but wholly noticeable pause, “… Lady Jal’na?” Urg turned and smiled at Jal’na and then said “Very good.” and didn’t correct the speaker. He opened the door, bent over, and picked up a large bag and closed the door.

Jal’na was smiling, but it had nothing to do with the title or the subtle question. Well mostly nothing to do with those questions, and everything to do with the view. They were a curious bunch though. The stimulator finished and Jal’na replaced it in the kit. She scanned the remains and picked up the tattered remains of her dress, and picked up a heavy intricate necklace, the chain was broken. Her jinaq. She would not need that anymore. She smiled as she put in her bag, filled with knotted yarn, that somehow survived the chaos.

One if the few pieces if furniture in the room that survived was a long, narrow table against the wall. Urg set the bag on it, opened it, and began pulling out the contents. Leather and thick fabric clothes came pouring out and Urg looked at Jal’na, smiled, and tossed her a bundle. It unfolded into a jet black and blood red shirt and pants, and inside was a metal box. “Get dressed, then we open the box.” he said with a cryptic grin as he dressed.

Urg

Jal’na caught the bundle as she walked across the room and replaced the medical kit, and then dressed. The shirt and pants fit decently. Someone was quite observant. The red accents across the pieces were strategically placed and flattering. Most Klingon clothing was though. There was no cultural taboo about enjoying the beauty of the physical form.

Jal’na

Urg was dressed similarly and watched as she finished. He then went over and picked up the box and took a deep breath. “The time before… when you were spoken to… I told you it would not be the last.” He tapped a black nail on the metal lid as he looked down at it and said “It may happen again if you choose this. Or it may not. But what I can tell you is that if you choose this-” and he tapped the box again, “- is that it will be pain unlike you have ever felt. And it will make all past and future pain pale in comparison… if what happens is what I believe will happen. Just know the pain isn’t a punishment. It is *acceptance. But the choice is yours. And this is not about you and I, nor what we are. This about you. And how much of this world you want. ” and he held out the box to her.

Urg, Chosen of the Builder

Jal’na stared at his face and then looked at the box. Before hadn’t been…painful exactly, just terrifying. And she was pretty sure that box had to do with Kvaar’ton…or whatever he…it?…was. But she still could not wrap her head around the experience. She lifted her eyes back to his, “Acceptance of what? What am I choosing? What world?”

Jal’na