Posted by Civilian Yavia Crockett (Nurse - Sacred Heart Hospital) in House Duroc Embassy - A Hopefully Not Last Supper

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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.

Sharah and Yavia stepped out of the slider. Yavia was dressed in a wide legged pant suit that made her eyes look more stunning than normal, and it allowed a freedom of movement that was graceful. Sharah was wearing a long ensemble in navy with coral accents. The bodice was form fitting that flowed into a split skirt that flowed and billowed as she walked that gave view to leggin encased legs. It was beautiful and functional. The ladies stood with Mary and Donna between them.

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. Charles smiled. “Allow me to save you 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 faces. Cecil’s eyes flashed and he adopted a similar stance to Charles as he took two slow steps forward.

Tenkillers

Cecil stepped forward slowly, Sharah and Yavia did not. They were suddenly beside Charles, with enough room for him to move and without any concern for the disruptors. They looked at the guards with their disruptors with expressions of calm. In Klingon culture a woman did not stand behind nor in front of her mate, but beside him in all things. So the girls did now. It was a clear statement, and one that the guards respected and it also gave them pause. Dr. Sharah Fayth and Nurse Yavia Crockett were well known in House Duroc. They were close friends of Lady Jal’na and they had orders to allow both women entrance no matter when or where or why, with no questions asked. They were to be treated as extensions of Jal’na’s family.

Dr Fayth was a small petite and gentle woman, but everyone knew she had stood before Lord Duroc and stared into that insane gaze, been judged, and never flinched. She may be small and only have very basic Star Fleet hand-to-hand training, but she had grit and bravery. And Yavia, well everyone knew she was just plain crazy. It was also known that the three were together, but they hadn’t expected to see the two women appear as part of Tenkiller’s family. It put them in quite the conundrum.

Sharah and Yavia

A loud, bellowing laugh carried across the courtyard. “She said yesterday that I should tell you that the Major General let you smack him around!” Urg bellowed as he approached in full ‘ceremonial’ armor. He stepped up to the gate and looked at the guards, then their weapons, then to the one pinned against the pillar. He looked at Charles, smiled, then looked at the guard.

“But where would the fun be in that?” he asked rhetorically. He looked down at the box still in Charles’ hand. “That for me?” he asked as if asking about the weather.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Charles smiled back. “Lord Duroc, a true pleasure to see you again. And yes, it is. I’d love to present it to you, but ah…” and he nodded towards the guard in his grasp.

Tenkiller

Urg laughed loudly again. “Of course, of course.” He looked at the guards and barked in Klingon and they lowered their weapons. Looking back at Charles, he said “I think you can let him go. He knows a guest when he sees them.”

Urg, Lord Duroc

Charles let the guard go, and they spun around with rage in their eyes; but a glance at Urg and then a look at Tenkiller subdued the flame of anger. “Apologies, General.” Tenkiller shook his head and said “No apologies needed. You are loyal to your Lord, there is no greater honor.” He then looked at Urg. “My Lord, please meet my family.” and he introduced each by name.

Tenkiller

Urg nodded to each, but the reception was cooler than his norm… although not wholly unfriendly. “Welcome. Come. Let us get this meeting moving.” and he gestured for them to follow them as he turned and moved towards the black Embassy building.

Urg, Lord Duroc

Sharah was unphased by the cool reception. She was also undaunted by the absolutely massive man and, of course, the other that was always with him. After having ‘met’ the rest of herself, Sharah was acutely aware of how often she had been in Kavaar’ton’s presence. Lord Duroc may be crazy (and who wouldn’t be with a god in their head) but she trusted him and Kavaar’ton to be fair and keep them safe. She smiled impishly up at him, “Lord Duroc, I am so pleased to see you again. We will be greatly honored to have you and Lady Jal’na at our home next week. I doubt we could do Klingon cuisine justice, but we can make her favorite - pesto chicken.” She said it as if gathering together was a regular occurance and the outcome of this dinner was already decided.

Sharah

The doors of the embassy opened and Jal’na stepped through the doors, followed by her guards. It annoyed, but she was gracious about Urg’s need for her safety. “Yavia, Sharah!” Her voice carried across the courtyard as she descended the stairs. She took each woman in turn into an embrace. Then she looked at Tenkiller, “Major General, I’m glad you could join us.” She looked at the two older people. She could see where Tenkiller got his honor and pride from. It would be too soon to say so out loud unfortunately.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Yavia and Sharah both hugged her back. Yavia put a hand on Mary’s shoulder. “Lady Jal’na,” Yavia hid a smirk at Jal’na’s reaction to the title. The situation was too serious to relax though. “May I introduce General Tenkiller’s parents, Cecil Tenkiller, Donna Redcorn Tenkiller, and his sister Mary Tenkiller.”

Yavia

Jal’na nodded at each of them. Her gaze was softer and her manner more warm than the others, though there was still the air of formality to it all. “Come inside. No one will harm you, you have my word.” She joined Urg and led the way inside.

Jal’na, Lady Duroc