Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in Klingon Embassy - Family Matters… And Family Matters

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Klingon Embassy - Family Matters… And Family Matters

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice Commandant, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in Klingon Embassy - Family Matters… And Family Matters
The CCDA Vice-Commander’s slider pulled up in front of the large gates of the House Duroc Embassy; gates which were uncharacteristically shut. Major General Charles Tenkiller cursed. Loudly. He looked at the driver and said “Don’t wait. I’ll call when I’m done.” The CCDA Agent scoffed slightly. “Yeah, General… if you are able to call.” Normally Tenkiller would have laughed… but not tonight. Tonight he knew he was walking into what very well could be a disaster of the highest order…

One that could conceivably cost him his life.

A scant hour and half prior, Tenkiller’s sister Abigail- in a fit of racist rage- had lashed out against the closest non-human target she could find. Unfortunately for her, that ‘target’ turned out to be Lady Duroc; First Lady of House Duroc, Wife of Lord Urg’tohn of House Duroc. Abigail had thrown orange pain all over the couple and then swung the can at the face of Lady Duroc. Even more unfortunately for Abigail, the can connected and actually injured the Klingon woman. Lord Duroc had responded in typical Klingon fashion and grabbed the human woman by her neck and attempted to beat down a wall with her. Multiple finger-shaped contusions on her throat, numerous soft tissue injuries, a compound fractured-broken arm, multiple cracked ribs, and a bruised lung later; Abigail was saved only by the intervention of Lady Duroc. Even with that, most accounts say Abigail got off lightly… at least, so far.

Charles Tenkiller, dressed in his CCDA uniform, took a deep breath and walked up to the gate as the slider moved away. Four guards stepped forward, all with disruptor rifles. One looked down at Tenkiller and simply spit on his shoe. Tenkiller looked down and just nodded slightly. “I am here to answer the summons of Lord Duroc.” Two of the four guards searched him, scanned him, searched him again; ‘accidentally’ tearing his sleeve and a chest pocket in the process. Tenkiller took the humiliation in stride, he had expected as much. Finally the gate opened and he was escorted to the wide, black steps that led up to the imposing House Duroc Embassy. Standing at the top was the largest Klingon he had ever seen; and although he had met the figure on many occasions, they somehow seemed much larger. Tenkiller looked up and said simply “Lord Duroc.” and he inclined his head.

Tenkiller

Urg’tohn glared down at the man. “You leave my name off your lips, human.” he growled. “You do not get the honor of speaking my name… or that of House Duroc.” He bared his teeth at Tenkiller and then slowly walked down the steps to stand in front of the earthen-hued skinned human. A low growl rumbled deep inside Urg’s chest. “I thought better of you, Major General. I considered you an ally… if not a friend. And THIS?!?!?!?” he bellowed, “THIS is how you and yours repay that level of honor?! Your House attacks mine, UNPROVOKED, and you stand there and have the sheer ARROGANCE to speak my name?!” Urg’s hands balled into fists and his breathing became fast and shallow as he bent down to put his face directly in front of Tenkiller’s. “You insult me by speaking my name, you piece of garbage.”

Lord Duroc

Jal’na, Lady Duroc, appeared out of nowhere. She was not stupid enough to step between them, but her presence was quite close enough to be a hindrance. She was dressed un scrubs, but clean of all orange paint and pink blood and her face as flawless as ever. “Major General Tenkiller. I know you to be an honorable man, a solid ally, and boon to all on Oed. I am not ready to label you and your whole house dishonorable for the actions of one. You will remain under my good graces.” She glanced at Urg knowing that would irritate him then she looked back at Tenkiller, “Until I have heard your explanation. Then we shall see if you remain so.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Urg’s head whipped around at the sound of her voice and he stood up straight and walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders and gazing intensely at her; his eyes searching for even the slightest sign of the incident. “My life… why are you not at the hospital? And where are your guards?! I will not allow another attack on you.” and he lowered his head and placed his ridges gently against hers. “I am sorry. I should have been faster…”

Urg, Lord Duroc