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Jal’na stood beside Urg’tohn waiting for the shuttle from the IKS Gohl to dock. She wore a simple high necked dress in subdued earth tones. She kept her hands firmly by her sides resisting the urge to flex them. Would Lord Noggra come himself? Perhaps out of respect for Urg and their alliance? She didn’t know. She had of course contacted her parents and asked them to come, but she didn’t know if they would leave their Q’onoS. Perhaps her brother might.

Jal’na was nervous, she would admit to herself, though her outward demeanor would not hint at such. Though Urg had an uncanny way of seeing inside her and speaking what he saw. It had been a week that she would never forget. Guards and staff and ground cars and she still had yet to chose an aide. If she could avoid it, she would. Then there was shopping for clothes she didn’t need but was told she did, and the auction and the medalion she couldn’t quite get used to, and what happened when Urg put it on her. She didn’t think about that though. Jal’na thought she would go crazy if she did.

Apparently she had ‘training’ and armor and weapons to ‘look forward to’. Of course the only thing she cared about in all of this, Urg was her husband. That made all the rest worth it. There had been very little work for the exceptional PT this week. She was ready to return to being Dr Jal’na, but she would never be just Jal’na again. From now on she was Jal’na, wife of Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc, and even though she never wished for such she was also Lady Duroc.

Jal’na, bride of Urg

Urg stood next to her, watching the shuttle approach the massive shuttlebay of the IKS Kvaar’ton. He was dressed in his usual House armor and cloak, and he looked down at his wife. “Relax, my bride. It is not you who should be nervous.” and he chuckled a low rumble of a chuckle.

Jal’na’s mouth twitched in a smile. Who would have thought Urg was the type to use endearments? “You have nothing to be nervous about. Lord Noggra was pleased. No one he sent would nay say Lord Noggra or you. Unless he sent Yemil. And then he is probably hoping he offends you and you kill him.” Yemil was impressed with himself and the limited power he only thought he had. Jal’na had deflated his ego on more than one occasion.

“Well I would certainly hate to disappoint such a valuable ally…” Urg mumbled.

Jal’na glanced up at him, “Urg, I was joking.”

The shuttle came through the field separating ship from space and slowly settled on the deck.

Urg, Lord Duroc

The sound of the door seals releasing sent a loud hiss through the shuttle bay. The door lowered and two guards in House Noggra armor stepped out to either side. Jal’na recognized one of them, Vec. She was surprised by the twinge of homesickness the sight if that crest and armor brought. Their eyes flicked across the bay and landed in Urg. Fists slammed to chests and Vec called back into the shuttle and the sound if heavily booted steps on deck plating echoed.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Urg nodded and stepped forward just a little. He looked back at Jal’na and then reached back and took her hand and pulled her forward to his side. “Never stand behind me. You are my wife, not a ceremony piece.” and his eyes locked on the hatch.

Urg, Lord Duroc

She was going to have to figure out how to anticipate when he was going to do things, like move. “I am right here, beside you, Husband. I am sure however you are more than capable of handling anything that comes out that hatch on your own.”

The first figure through was Lord Noggra. Then there was a scuffle? Vex looked inside the shuttle and then shrugged slightly. Three men came down the ramp carrying barrels of Bloodwine and grins on their faces.

A woman’s voice, “Get your hand off of me you toothless old fool! I may be old but I’m not feeble yet!”

To which there was a deep reply that sounded like the voice had spent too many years breathing in smoke. “Then prove it.” There were slow but determined foot steps, and bigger quickly hidden grins.

Jal’na was too stunned to feel anything else about the conversation. Her parents had come.

Jal’na, surprised daughter