Posted by Civilian K’vorth, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Spaceport - Arrival of the Sons of the House of Duroc

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Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Spaceport - Arrival of the Sons of the House of Duroc
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There was a pregnant pause as Joseph looked between the eldest Q’ragh and the more brazen Urg’thon. After nearly a minute of silence, he started laughing, loudly and with great cheer. He stopped after a good while and reached to his left side and pressed a button. After a slight Swishing sound, a medium sized compartment opened revealing a small bar. Joseph grabbed five metal glasses and handed them down, giving Q’ragh three and the Chief Intelligence officer one whilst holding on to the fifth for himself.

“I got this about twenty years ago from an old friend of mine, I never shared my brothers taste for the drink but they both share a fondness for this vintage, 2309” He grabbed the bottle of Bloodwine out of the container and opened the tap and started pouring, first to the brothers then the CIO and finally for himself “You all misunderstood my meaning, understandable considering your backgrounds” The compartment closed itself.

He continued his soft smile as he took his first sip and showed no immediate reaction “You three must be very familiar with that feeling of excitement when meeting overwhelming odds when a force greater than yours threatens your very existence.” He looked into his cup and gave it an approving look before taking a second sip “Well the next time you feel that exhilarating emotion is when you know I’ve threatened you” He turned his attention back to the Klingons Three “It must have been some time since someone truly threatened you all if a friendly question is all it took.” His reactions to the utter craziness was a seemingly inexhaustible amount of calm “But now is the time you three understand something about me” He prepared himself.

“I’ve been a soldier since before you all were born. I’ve fought and killed more men than any one person should, this includes Klingon Warriors. I was named Wamwl’ by my foes during the short Federation-Klingon war due to my very particular talents. I was hated and feared by Dominion forces so much that five times they sent agents to end my life” by this point his friendly smile had faded “I’ve been through hell and back again too many times to count and never has any God promised me aid” He paused slightly before relaxing again and his smile returned “So I hope you understand what your threats amount to with me” He raised his glass “To new beginnings” He smiled once more.

Commissioner Karlson

Dash’s stomach was doing somersaults as the bloodwine traveled down into it and struck the greasy breakfast he had earlier that morning.

A slight snore sounded from the corner that K’vorth had been seated in, and in the small silence that followed a much louder sound, almost like a blast of thunder ripping through a rainforest and lightning cracking the trunks of tree’s emanated from the middle brother of the Three. Well maybe it wasn’t that impressive but in the small confined space it was more than noticeable. Not only that, but the smell, like a mixture of old eggs, gagh and targ liver filled the Limousines small and now cramped interior.

Waking with a start, K’vorth sat up straight and glanced at the non-klingons accusingly and as he became aware of the smell, with a face of utmost disgust. “You are disgusting” he told them, and didn’t look in the slightest impressed.

K’vorth, Son of House Duroc

The smell from K’vorth struck Dash’s nostrils, which made his stomach heave further, and he couldn’t hold the contents of it any further, and he proceeded to throw up. It seemed the vomit formed an arrow, like bees from loony tunes cartoons, and the arrow headed towards Q’ragh. The vomit splattered over the Klingon’s outfit and on the chair in which he sat. It (the vomit) contained a multitude of things:- eggs, tomato, toast, bacon … and (the ever present) carrots.

“Carrots? I don’t remember eating carrots,” Dash muttered, when suddenly the realization that he had thrown up over a large Klingon dawned on him.

He looked at Q’ragh and said, “oops.”

-Dash Jamison, CIO

The limos comms crackled seeminly picking up interference from a nearby baby monitor, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp! dada” then it silenced again. There was a limit to Kvaarton’s influence, though he was attempting to tickle the police commissioner under the chin, and get to the glass of whiskey.

Kvaarton the wedged.

Urg’tohn’s head slowly turned and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the small human who had just covered his eldest brother in the multi-hued emesis. His face began to turn red… and more red… and a crazed look came across his face, as if he passed from rage to an entire other plane of anger. And then…

He burst out laughing, stomping his feet and bellowing out “BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He grasped his sides and his massive bulk fell over as far as he could go in the close confines. After a few moments of roaring laughter, the episode seeming stopped just as suddenly as it started and Urg sat up and looked directly at Q’ragh and he said in an almost revering manner: “The blessings of the Son of Morak are upon you, Brother. Rejoice for you have found his favor.” and he began howling with laughter again.

And this is how the fight started.

Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc

OOC: SInce nobody answered this I’m just going to end the fight
IC:

Before anything serious could happen the vehicle stopped as it apparently reached its destination. As soon as the Limo stopped a very specific electric current went from the seats up the backsides of the sparring Klingons. The amount of Current was specifically designed to produce a tickling sensation in Klingons of their size. Joseph turned to the eldest Brother again “I have secured temporary lodgings for you until you can provide some for yourselves. Your ship will be impounded until charges have been filed and your case has been brought before the court” This time there wasn’t a single door that opened but the entire right side of the long car, giving them all free reign to leave. The car had landed in front of a four-story building that stood out due to it’s older design. The first floor seemed to be a bar of sorts, a wooden sign with a picture of a white horse and a hooded rider the caligraphy text said ‘The Pale Rider’. A tall thin man in a white shirt with suspenders was standing in the entrance waiting for the group. He looked older than the Police Commissioner but had the same smile, made even more grandfatherly due to his half-moon spectacles. However, as soon as the Klingons looked into his eyes they would feel an involuntary sense of dread as if the thin man had some sorts of aura about him. The feeling dissipated as soon as it had appeared.

Commissioner Karlson

K’vorth grinned at the Commissioner, wide and toothy, showing his full compliment of sharp teeth. “Why Comissioner, I didn’t know you cared. Tell me our chairs at the Hotel have this feature?”

Joseph smiled softly at the Klingon “Most likely, he installed them there. Electric massages” He indicated the thin man.

With a laugh, the middle Klingon rolled out of the seat and came to his feet outside, and stretched his shoulders before reaching back inside and gripping both his Brothers and dragging them out onto the pavement, where he promptly let go of them and glanced at the man waiting for them. Then with a smirk, he elbowed his Brother Urg. “Hey Rock head” he said, “That one reminds me of the woman thing you brought home last time we were in port. It has the same feeling about it. It looks like it will be far more accomodating than her though, she was just Nasty. Tentacles and all.”

K’vorth, Son of the House of Duroc

“Klingons, this is my brother Johann Karlson, he owns several establishments across the colony including this Bar, he has offered to house you for your stay until I decide to either arrest or deport you, whichever comes first” He smiled at his brother “Please have them cleaned and offer them some real food. I’m going to take the lad over there to Sacred Heart, Dinner tonight?” He asked his brother who simply nodded and waited for Joseph to leave.

Commissioner Karlson

As soon as the doors of the Limo closed Johann took a step forward and looked at the three. First, he leaned in on the second son and sniffed, admiring the colorful vomit covering the man. He then looked over at the runt and sniffed again and smiled as he looked at the eldest of the three but only looked at him for a moment and with a smile, he took a step back “If you wish you may start stripping now or wait until inside. We’re going to start decontamination now” Just as he ended his sentence the group was surrounded by a dozen people holding hoses of sorts that immediately started spraying some sort of clear liquid at the trio with high pressure. It tasted vaguely peachy. It was like standing in a massage chair, each Klingon being hosed in four different directions.

Johann Karlson

OOC: just a clarification, the vomit covered one is the runt, who is also the oldest, the biggest is the youngest and the middle son, K’vorth, is, uh, the middle son.

IC: Looking at the people around them and then at his Brothers, K’vorth shurgged. “These humans have odd customs. I havent been asked to strip like this since that bar on Orion.” Without further hesitation, he began stripping in the middle of the street, and in seconds the middle height, bald headed and eye patched Klingon was naked as the day, revealing his finely muscled and tight torso, resplendent with battle scars, wearing only a half moon pendant of a pair of downturned horns around his neck and the same image tattoo’d prominently on the right hand side of his bald head.

Holding his worn battle leathers and weapons on top, he threw them in the direction of the old man. “Be careful with the Leathers” he told the man, “They shrink in the dryer, so dry-clean only.” Then stood with his hands, knuckles first, on his hips, proudly, and enjoyed the spray.

K’vorth, Son of the House of Duroc

It was a nice day so Linarra in order to get a better idea of the Oed she decided to walk to work. Dressed in her hospital uniform, with her hair down but not covering the samll ridges on her forehead and nose a clear indication of her half Klingon heritage. She heard a rukus outside the hotel as she walked passed and looked over with her gold speckled dark eyes. In front of the hotel was muscular Klingon male fully in the nude in the street. She lifted her chin and quickly looked away , she was a doctor after all she had seen it all.

Linarra Riccio-Head of Medical and Social Services.