Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in tlhIngan tIq

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in tlhIngan tIq

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Urg looked at Jal’na, then at the faces of some of the nurses and hospital staff. He looked back at her and leaned in and whispered “Do no harm… that was your oath, yes? Keep it. Let them think me the viscious one. You ha e need to be approachable.” He kissed her cheek and then started laughing. “Truly the offense was answered! Lady Duroc needs no male, no other warrior to fight her battles! Oh, she says she is no warrior… but we know her spirit is a fighting one!” At that moment, Herb the Naussixan returned with Etagh, dragging him by the back of his collar to stand before Lord Duroc and Lord Noggra. Noggra spoke first.

“You always were a hot-headed fool, Etagh.” and the old Klingon shook his head. “For years I have covered for your missteps. But tonight? Here? To do this? You bring dishonor upon my House, Etagh. I should kill you where you stand. But I will leave that to House Duroc.” Noggra looked up at Urg and said “Do what you will.” and shook his head again in disappointment.

Etagh was not large, but he was still a Klingon. And so it was even more impressive when Urg’s hand shot forward and he grabbed the warrior by the neck and lifted him off the ground to hold him at eye level with one arm. Etagh struggled to pry Urg’s grip open, but to no avail. Urg glared at him for a long moment… and then simply dropped him to ground in a heap. “You are not worth the small amount of time it would take to kill you. ” he growled and then looked back at Noggra. “H3 belongs to your House. I will not sully my blade with his blood.” Noggra nodded once and motioned with his hand and three Klingons of House Noggra stepped forward, grabbed Etagh, and took him away.

Urg. Lord Duroc

Her friends knew she was only half joking. There was a line that others could not be allowed to cross. Urg was correct though, she had taken an oath, not quite do no harm, but close enough. She watched Urg drop Etagh and Noggra dismiss him. Jal’na leaned over as Urg joined her again at the table, “And that is why I married you.” She kissed his cheek adding a bite, but did not break his skin. Insane brute they called him, but he was all hers.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

The commotion made Eela jump a little, her startle reflex just a tad sensitive today. Clearly the bloodwine was getting to the guests, though it was equally clear that Jal’na and Ug had things well in hand. She watched as the offending challenger was roused. Tonight was not his night and she wondered if he would survive. Or want to. With a snort followed by a another gulp of the bloodwine, the rather tipsy Haliian pondered how no matter the culture, it wasn’t truly a wedding unless there was some sort of drama.

~Eela Dasca, Drunk Lt. Gov.

His name was Koden’thal. He was one of Lord Duroc’s personal guards, a good friend to the Lord, and a stalwart defender of House Duroc. He was also a strikingly handsome Klingon; so much so he had ‘companions’ of a myriad of species. But tonight, he had eyes for only one figure in the throng of party-goers… Lieutenant Governor Eela Dasca. All night, he had made sure to catch her eye, nod in respect, and was one of the few who made sure her flagon was always full.

As the commotion died down, he made his way to her and looked at her and smiled a brilliant smile. “Captain Dasca. I am Koden’thal, personal guard to Lord Duroc. I have read about you… you are a formidable warrior, and true leader. I am sure Lord and Lady Duroc are honored by your presence here.”

Big Daddy Mack Klingon

Standing tall despite the blood wine (she had a better tolerance than most would give her credit for), the leather-clad woman peered up at him and smiled. “It is I who is honoured to count them amongst my friends.” She gestured with her head in the direction of Etagh. “What do you think? Will there much left of him to be found by morning?” she said before taking another sip.

~Eela Dasca, Drunk Lt. Gov.

Koden’thal didn’t look away from her, he simply shrugged. “He dishonored himself and his house. Even if something is left, it wouldn’t be fit to feed a targ.” He smiled again and leaned slightly closer. “But let us discuss something more… pleasant, shall we? I applaud your choice of dres for the evening, Captain. A more lethal combination of ability and beauty I do not think I have ever seen.”

Urg was watching the exchange and was trying very hard not to laugh. Instead, he elbowed Jal’na and jerk3d his chin their direction.

Urg and The Smooth Operator

Jal’na looked over and snorted. “I doubt either of them is aware of what they are getting into. He is laying it on a bit thick as the humans say, and Eela’s had a lot of bloodwine.” She grinned, all sharp teeth, “It’s cute when they try to keep up.” Jal’na watched a moment longer. “As long as she doesn’t damage her back, let them enjoy it.”

Jal’na

Eela gazed up at him, her hazel eyes glittering with amusement. Tonight was the perfect mix of celebration and drowning her sorrows. Having a Klingon make a pass at her had not been on the agenda, but it certainly was a surprise. “It felt appropriate, all things considered. Tell me, Koden’thal, with your words of flattery, what is it you hope to achieve?”

~Eela Dasca, Drunk Lt. Gov.