Posted by Civilian Jal’na of House Duroc (Head of Physical Therapy - Sacred Heart Hospital) in House Duroc Embassy - A Hopefully Not Last Supper

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in House Duroc Embassy - A Hopefully Not Last Supper
The House Duroc Embassy had stayed closed the day after the ‘incident’ with Lord and Lady Duroc. Fortunately, the Oed Police had the forethought to change names to security aliases so the arrest record didn’t trip the news alerts.

At the Embassy, the main dining hall was set to recieve guests. Lord Duroc had made it abundantly clear that the Tenkillers would be given every opportunity to prove their honor and were not to be harmed in any way… unless he said so.

In their bedroom, Urg finished sliding on a gauntlet and looked at his wife. “I don’t care. The blade comes. They are more than fortunate I didn’t have my hammer brought in.”

.Urg, Lord Duroc

“You should have. It is a testament to you, our house, and Kavaar’ton. To see it and hear the story, tells who we are.” Jal’na pulled the medallion out from under her bodice, so it could be seen clearly. Jal’na would enjoy tonight. She didn’t believe Tenkiller was like his sister. This would prove it, and blame and challenge would go where it belonged. She was concerned. People were hot headed, especially Klingons, and did not often see other species gestures for what they were.

The comms sounded. “Lord Duroc, they have arrived.”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Outside the gate, a slider came to a stop. First out was Charles. Wearing a dark blue suit and tie (a clip on, in case someone decided to use it as leverage) and carrying a long black box of lacquered wood; he stepped out and looked at the guards. A large, deep, dark bruise surrounded his left eye, and the white of the eye was a deep red. The only medical treatment he had allowed was to make sure there was no permanent damage to his vision. The guard that gave him the injury grinned, but this time Tenkiller was not submissive. They were there to show House Duroc they were honorable, yes… but part of being honorable was knowing where the lines were drawn.

He stepped to the side and allowed his mother, sister, and then father to step out. All were dressed similarly to Charles; and all carried themselves with an air of quiet confidence. Charles had spent the previous night and most of the day coaching them on how to behave, what to expect, and what to look out for.

Charles walked up to guards. “Charles Tenkiller and family to see Lord and Lady Duroc.” The grinning guard stepped forward. “They know you are here. But you know that we have to search you for weapons again.” and a deep chuckle rumble from him. As he reached for Tenkiller. Charles shifted suddenly and he grabbed the much larger and stronger figures arm and twisted and wrenched it up behind his back, then angle preventing him from moving it as Charles leveraged him into the nearby pillar. Disruptions powered up and leveled at Tenkiller and the others. Charkes smiled. “Allow me to save yiu the time. My family is not armed. I am. And I will stay that way until we have shown Lord and Lady Duroc the measure of our family and our people. Understand?” Donna and Mary watched with a strangely calm expression on their fa es. Cecil’s eyes flashed and he adopted a similar stance to Charkes as he took two slow steps forward.

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