Third Annual BF betleH Tournament

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Opening Day - Arrival >> Welcome ceremony >> Call to assemble
(Message started by: K`Hare totlh on Feb 9^th, 2005, 12:11am)

Title: Call to assemble
Post by K`Hare totlh on Feb 9^th, 2005, 12:11am

The word went out for all the warriors and guest to assemble. This would be the second largest assembly of the whole tournament. Only the final award ceremony was expected to be bigger.

Spectators and participants alike made their way to the various places where they would watch the opening ceremony.

While the Xavier crew continued to perform their usual tasks the competition areas all became eerily quiet, all that is, except for the large central hall.

Together, one a small stage, three Admirals from three worlds talked to each other while technicians ran around them hooking up various sensing devices. Rear Admiral Wade Durkis, the Chair and founder of this event talked to K'Hare totlh, the representative of the Klingon Empire and returning judge while Vice Admiral Valren Arelwynn directed the workers. Finally something in their posture changed and the a hush spread through the assembled crowd.

Title: Opening Speech
Post by K`Hare totlh on Feb 9^th, 2005, 12:17am

The large convention hall was packed with all the competitors for the tournament and many others who managed to work their way either by special invite or other means. A couple of NCO technicians were adjusting the cameras and microphones that would take broadcast their message to others watching through out the space station. Word was out that it was also to be broadcast beyond Xavier as the popularity of the competition was growing. Something Admiral Durkis took much pride in.

Technician 1: Sir we are ready to go

Technician 2: The signal will start broadcasting once your ready.

Wade turned to K’Hare, the tolth nodded and the admiral then turned to Arwlyenn.

Durkis: Admiral, as host, your up first. Give them your welcome to Xavier and then if you would introduce me, I’ll take it from there.

The silver haired Betazoid stepped up to the microphone.

Arelwynn: Ladies, gentleman and betleH competition fans. Those here on Xavier and watching throughout the quadrants. Thank you for your interest in this fine, growing tradition. *pausing* On behalf of Task Force 44 and the crew of Xavier Fleet Yards, welcome! I want to introduce you to the chair and founder of this fine event, Rear Admiral Wade Durkis.

Admiral Durkis steps up to the microphone and looks around the rooms at the warriors standing before him. He saw many a different look on the faces before him. They ranged from the battle hardened Veterans who had already sized up everyone in the room. To the slightly nervous first timers who were trying to steal glances at those around them. There were those who held straight faces, showing no sign of emotion or response to the judges standing before them. And of course there were a few with a smugness about them. But there was one unifying thing amongst them that Wade could see. It was in their eyes. The hunger for compeition was there. It was as sign of a great tournament ahead of them.

Durkis: On behalf of myself and my fellow judges, I would like to welcome you all to the Third Annual Bravofleet betleH Competition.

An applause went through the crowd before Wade continued.

Durkis: To our returning competitors, I’m glad to see you have returned to once again participate in our fine tournament. To all of you joining us for the first time, thank you for helping our competition grow.

Each year I feel the betleH Competition has grown stronger and more challenging, yet the goal remains the same: To bring the fleet, and many cultures, to closer understanding and appreciation of each other… through the thrill of combat!

This got a little more of a rise out of the crowd as cheers rose to those last words.

Durkis: With each tournament I know we come closer to that goal. I have tried to live my life by one philosophy: “That, which does not kill us, only makes us stronger. No matter what the results of the tournament may be, may you walk away from this a stronger individual then when you came here.

It’s an honor to have you with us. Good luck to you all!

Applause went out to through the crowd again. The admiral was about to step aside when something popped in his head. He looked out at the audience again the applause ended and the crowd looked up at Wade.

Durkis: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv.

Admiral Durkis could see an approving look on those present who could speak Klingon. He repeated it again a little louder.

Durkis: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv.

The eagerness to fight was growing in many of the warriors. To the surprise of his fellow judges, Wade quickly walked around the podium and jumped down to the floor with the rest of the warriors. They parted ways as much as they could to allow him to stand in the center of them. He slowly turned and looked at the warriors standing in front of him and repeated.

Durkis: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv…… qa’ wIje’meH maSuv……. qa’ wIje’meH maSuv.

He could then hear one voice followed by another.

Crowd: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv…. qa’ wIje’meH maSuv.

It grew loader and loader amongst the crowd.

Crowd: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv!…. qa’ wIje’meH maSuv!

Wade keep turing to face more and more of the crowd. He caught what appeared to be a disapproving look from Admiral Verylenn. But at the moment it didn’t matter. He was feeling something inside him.

Crowd: qa’ wIje’meH maSuv.! qa’ wIje’meH maSuv!

Finally raising his voice just enough to be heard about the crowd.

Durkis: Qapla’!

Crowd: Qapla’!

Off:

qa’ wIje’meH maSuv = “we fight to enrich the spirit”

Joint post by

Vice Admiral Valren Arelwynn
XFY Commanding Officer
Task Force Commanding Officer, Task Force 44

And

Rear Admiral Wade Durkis
Commanding Officer, USS Saturn
Task Force Executive Officer, Task Force 9

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by TalVur on Feb 9^th, 2005, 1:05am

=/\= Section Blue 2 =/\=

James had followed the Admiral to the opening ceremony. It had been an interesting day, to say the least. James didn't know if he could describe it as bad or good, up to this point. Now was the time. He made his way to the front as Admiral Durkis joined K'Hare and Valwynn on the stage.

The betazoid made his short speech and turned it over to Wade. His speech was stirring, and James found himself shouting along with the Klingons and raising his fist in salute. "qa’ wIje’meH maSuv!" James shouted with them. "qa’ wIje’meH maSuv!" Over and over they shouted, his pride swelling in his chest. "Qapla'!"

And as soon as it had started, it was done. The Admiral stepped away from the podium. No doubt K'Hare would welcome everyone as well and announce the beginning of the tournament. James looked toward the stage and waited in anticipation. It would be hard for him to top Wade.

=/\= Off =/\=

Lt. James Tal'Vur
Chief Medical Officer
USS Saturn NCC-28400

Qapla'!

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by K`Hare totlh on Feb 9^th, 2005, 1:50am

The judges stepped off the stage in different directions and went into the crowd, each seeking to greet old and new friends.

OFF:

Actually, no. I did the big speech last year and I don't want to reign on Wade's parade.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Loj_Hartson on Feb 9^th, 2005, 3:35am

ON:

Amongst and apart he stood with and from the crowd of budding and experienced fighters. Hands folded across his breast, the near dead eyes on his expressionless face scanned the room as they responded heartily to Rear Admiral Durkis' cries. And when the commotion fetered dow to an rhythmic resonance of grunts and mutterings, Loj smirked a half-knowing smile.

Much good it would do him in enriching something that was dead. And unless success meant rewriting the tablets of history, there would be none for him. Only the feeding of the void that hungered sustenance.

Blinking once, he stepped away from the crowd, while the judges of the competition were still about and moved towards the nearest available bar. Bloodwine would help stall that hunger indeed.

OFF:

continues here: http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day0fd;action=display;num=1107999361;start=0#10

Lieutenant Loj Hartson
Head of Spacecraft Ops
Xavier Fleet Yards

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Verghese Siminway on Feb 9^th, 2005, 7:17am

Verghese wan't standing exactly in the crowd, more towards it's edge than everything else. He only paid partial attention to the Admiral's speech, instead focusing on the crowd that gathered. He studied the faces of his opponents, trying to determine which one was the one he was supposed to fight.

It had been just a short while ago since he had sat with Tapez and the others. Seeing T'lai here at the tournament was disturbing, to say the least, especialyl after what happened back on the Solar Bounty....

His thoughts were interrupted by the ending words Admiral's speech, and then he was even more surprised as the Admiral got off the stage and into the crowd. He was speaking a few words in Klingon, and from what Verghese could translate, it meant “we fight to enrich the spirit”

A rather fitting end to the speech, to say the least. The judges then got off the stage and began wandering amongst the crowd. Rather than stay and chat however, Verghese decided to return back to his quarters. He was going to need practise for his fight later....

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 8:38am

Kvok, G'trell and Ta'pez had been standing durinng the Ceremony somewhere in the middle of the crowd. There were quiet a few people who had aproached either him of g'trell. Both Klingons and Humans remember the two warriors who had been part of the Tournament since it's begining.

After the speech noticed how many more warriors had assemebled this year to fight - indeed it would be a most glourious tournament.

tag 'anybody

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by KTar on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:09am

K'Tar stood with his brother and sister with crossed arms as he listened to the judges speak. The speech was soon over and K'Tar turned to his younger siblings. "Interesting speech," K'Tar commented.

"I suppose," his sister, Baretha replied.

"Not bad for a federation admiral," his brother, G'Narr said.

K'Tar wondered if Ceres atteneded the speech and turned his attention back to his siblings. "Now, tell me the reason you are here. The real reason. You did not come all this way to watch a tournament in Federation Space."

Baretha sighed. "Your perceptions are sharp as ever my brother. We are here because we believe some members from the House of B'reml are here. Possibly to kill you, brother."

K'Tar's eyes widened with hatred. "The house of B'reml is here!? Where!?" The House of B'Reml were considered to be cowards by K'Tar and possible Romulan or pirate corraborators. B'Reml had left K'Tar's father's side in battle during the Dominion war, fleeing while K'Tar's father fought the last good fight. "If I see them, I will KILL them!" K'Tar said, barely controlling his rage. He wanted nothing better than to slaughter the House of B'Reml...to kill any who even thought well of the house.

"We are here to keep an eye out for them brother and to protect you," G'Narr stated.

"Thank you, but I can look out for myself." K'Tar then spotted Ceres. "Have a drink. I will join you shortly." K'Tar then made his way over to Ceres.

<<TAG CERES>>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:14am

On:

Tomas Wolfe, of the house of Terlek, stood towards the back of the assembly with Aurora McCloud at his side. He didn't envy the Flag Officers at the front who were doing speeches. Tomas hated speeches. Tomas hated everything about being a flag officer, yet duty pushed him harder and harder to do it.

But not now, not for the next few days, at least for the most part. Out here, no one cared who he was, what rank he was, or where he came from. He was just another opponent, one that was in their way to their goal of victory.

And Tomas liked that. He didn't want to be known as "The Bravo Fleet XO" or anything like that. He wanted to be known, most especially by the many Klingons present, as a skilled fighter. To be the champion would be even better, but Tomas could walk away from this satisified if he was seen by others as skilled.

It was funny to him, before Ro came along, he really didn't care all that much for other Klingons to accept him. It was something about Ro, knowing more about his own heritage then he did, that motivated Tomas to learn more, to embrace what his parents gave him.

Parents. A half human and half Vulcan mother who found love with a Klingon, and Tomas was the result. How many years had it been since he turned his back on his father for trying to push Tomas into going "home" and learning the ways of being a true Klingon warrior. But it wasn't Tomas who ended up leaving, it was his father.

Wolfe tried not to let his feelings convince him that he was a dissappointment to his father. But that was probably why that he didn't carry a tradiational name either. Tomas Wolfe was never addressed in the formal way of Wolfe, son of Wuir.

It never really bothered him, until now. Here, in the presence of so many of his people, he could feel their proudness. And for the first time in his life, he realized what he had been missing.

Ro and her betazoid mind probing must of felt his inner turmoil, because she grab his arm and look up into his eyes with a look of concern. At first, he wondered if she thought he was afraid. But that only lasted a few seconds. Tomas wasn't afraid of anything happening to himself, and his soon to be wife would of had to know that about him by now. Maybe her own experiences with her father gave her a unique insight into what he was going through.

She didn't ask though what was wrong, she instead was being there for emotional support. Probably because getting Tomas to speak of Wuir was like trying to get a Cardassasian to speak the truth.

Besides, the chanting that Durkis had everyone doing would of made it impossible anyway. It was almost time for Tomas to earn the respect of those present.

And right now, that was more important to him then even the woman standing next to him.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:19am

OFF:

Just to rain on your parade Wolfe...

ON:

A tap came on Tomas Wolfe's shoulder from another flag officer of a more junior rank.

Unaware of Wolfe's feelings, Valren made it a rule not to scan the minds of those of a more senior rank, he approached him to introduce himself in his new role in Bravo Fleet.

Arelwynn: Fleet Admiral Wolfe, I wanted to introduce myself. Vice Admiral Valren Arelwynn, I've just come to the fourth fleet from Starfleet Intelligence. Though I am sure you are aware.

OFF:

TAG Wolfe(s?)

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by roS`neQar on Feb 9^th, 2005, 12:54pm

ON:

roS was quit impressed with the course of events so far.

First he had found his quarters for the time he would be here and gotten some sleep.

This morning he had gotten to sit back and enjoy a decent meal that didn't try to eat him or his stomack at the local bar and deposit his weapon at the area.

After that he had wandered around taking in the sights and having fun being rude to Starfleet types.

It was during his wandering and tauting that the notice to attend the Opening assembly had been passed to him.

ros stood and listened until Admiral Durkis hopped down and started chanting "qa’ wIje’meH maSuv"

At first roS didn't understand him but once the chat started taking hold of those around roS he caught the meaning and was soon shouting it right back at the Admiral.

To fight... yes... that was the spirit... to join in battle... to push yourself to the limits of your abilities against another!

After the speach was over roS was more then ready to do just that... to find someone and release some of his pent up excitment... but who?

ros started looking around for anyone who might feel as he did... someone who might be as excited as he and willing to burn it off in the gym.

<tag anyone?>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 2:51pm

Ta'pez was milling around greeting others when he heard somebody laugh, it was a familiar laugh. He turned around and saw Poq.

"I thought I smelled something foul" Ta'pez said in jest.

"Must be your fould armor, you keep pissing yourself when you see a proper warrior!" retorted PoQ.

The two Warriors greeted each other like brothers, for they were of the same house. "I didnt realize you would follow us so quickly" Ta'pez said.

"You know your father, he likes suprises." PoQ answered.

Ta'pez nodded. "Where is he?" He said looking around.

"He stayed on the ship , he will join later in the evening, he is not much of a ceremony lover" PoQ replied.

The two men laughed once more and then Ta'pez said. "You have met G'trell, Have you not?"

PoQ noded and turned his attention towards . "Indeed such a fine be' would not escape my memmory."

Ta'pez smiled as he looked around, it was good to have his crew and his house gathered around him. The hall was quiet empty and the mood was festive. High ranking admirals from both the Klingon and Federation forces were present.

He had seen K'Hare, and the petaQ had seen him as well, he was angry and and on the edge. He needed no empathic gift to know that K'Hare was raging inside, although it was a nice confirmation. Ta'pez chuckled, it was a pleasure for him to be such a thorn in the 'tolths eye.

While the two warriors were conversing next to him he surveyed the room with his senses being carefull since many alliens were among them, some of them were empathic.

He wondered who the empath was and quickly realized that one of the federation admirals mates must be the one.

He kept his observation subtle and avoided obvious moves, he most certainly didnt want to bring attention to himselv in a dubious manner.

A leaflet caught his attention on the floor, he picked it up and chuckled. It was a semi loud chuckle but one of the klingons next him saw it.

Ta'pez gave him the leaflet after the Klingon laughed and this one proceeded to share it with his group, who all in turn did the same.

tbc....

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by K`Hare totlh on Feb 9^th, 2005, 3:05pm

K'Hare had enjoyed Wade's speech and had entered the crowd to greet friends and pay respect to other officers as his position required.

As he moved through the crowd he saw ta'pez and his festive mood soured. He turned so they would not meet in the crowd.

He nodded to a commodore he'd met the previous year when he heard the annoying, distinctive laugh. Again, ta'pez, distracting him and ruining his mood. He saw ta'pez pass something to another Klingon who laughed and passed it again.

When the piece of paper had reached the fourth set of hands the Klingon looked, laughed and caught K'Hare's eye. He quickly turned serious, dropped the leaflet and moved away.

Curious, K'Hare moved over to the spot and saw what it was. Another printout, another copy of the ta'pez's rendition of K'Hare overly large, very prominant romulan ears. K'Hare growled and almost went after the Chang on the spot, but he was lost in the crowd.

In an even greater sour mood, K'Hare stomped out of the hall and made his way back to his room.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by TalVur on Feb 9^th, 2005, 3:23pm

=/\= Opening Ceremony =/\=

James looked around at the people milling around. He remembered some of the faces from last year's tournament, others yet were foreign to him. James noticed K'hare, he remembered him from last year, storm off after seeing some piece of paper that he dropped in his efforts to storm out of the room. James slid his way through the crowd and picked it up. It was a picture of K'hare with Romulan ears...interesting. James looked around at the crowd and found Admiral Durkis. He waded his way over.

"Great speech, sir."

=/\= Off =/\=

Lt. James Tal'Vur
Chief Medical Officer
USS Saturn NCC-28400

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by roS`neQar on Feb 9^th, 2005, 4:48pm

ON:

As roS looked around trying to find someone willing to head off to do some praticing he noticed a Lt moving tward the Admiral Durkis who was wearing a patch indicating he was from the USS Saturn.

His stay on the USS Saturn had not been the most pleasant time in his life and out of curiosity he edged tward the Lt. to see if he knew the guy.

Off:

roS was "Expelled from Starfleet for striking a superior officer." and his previous ship was the USS Saturn.

K'Hare: Note this was 3 years ago in character and it is made up history to add background to roS. roS never actually simmed on the Saturn but feel free to remember his as a stereotypical Klingon and treat his as such. (:}

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Falco_Tauvits on Feb 9^th, 2005, 5:12pm

ON:

Tauvits had just finished attending to his weapon, hanging it up on its place on the Wall of Honour, when the ceremony kicked off. He was out of his travel clothes, the heavy flight jacket a little too bulky for him to casually move about the station. If nothing else, it protected him against colder freighters and ships like the Theseus, and the cool temperatures on places like Jaressi - for what station manager would waste good credits on excess heating when plenty of peole would just bundle up a little warmer? Xavier was a no-expense-spared Federation outpost, with plenty of frills.

As such, he'd already changed into his sparring gear, to contrast as neatly with the Klingons in their shining armour as much as possible. The black jumpsuit was fairly non-descript, but became more distinctive as the 'armour' was added to it. The torso protection, the strips of metal with leather wrapped around them giving him solid protection which didn't impede his flexibility. A similar combination of metal and leather to protect his shoulders and his thighs. The studded leather braces protecting his forearms and giving his wrists support, and the matching pair of greaves that settled over his standard-issue Starfleet boots.

The boots were probably the only part of his uniform which he kept hold of. Starfleet uniforms were always adapted to fit the individual perfectly, and the boots were well-fitting and sturdy, having seen him through over twenty years of service. Although rather plain black leather, they nevertheless screamed 'Starfleet!' at anyone paying close enough attention, and it was a mark of a particular kind of mercenary if one was found wearing boots of a Starfleet career long-gone.

Tauvits intended to pass no such message on. He just found them comfortable and reliable. Still, with his garb, rather not very particular as it was, he stood out against a crowd of armoured Klingons and uniformed Starfleet as he watched the speech.

The smell of the Klingons filled his nostrils as he found himself positioned next to a particularly large group of them, though he had little reaction to it. A year ago, the slightly different scent of Klach D'kel Brakt had taken a little time to adapt to. But after a few months living on an old Klingon ship which would take some time to shake off the mark of its previous owners, it would take a little more than that to bother him.

He didn't join in on the chanting as the crowd followed Durkis' lead, rather taking the opportunity to examine the judges and the others about him. The absence of Neirbo was interesting, and there were more in the room than there had to be competitors. Visitors weren't unusual, however, so that wasn't strange, but he found his vision being inexorably dragged across to the far wall, where a small group of Starfleet officers watched, all seeming a little confused, yet interested. There were four of them, probably guests to Xavier unless there really were this many captains and commanders on board, and before he had even finished evaluating them his eyes landed on one of them solidly.

The pictues he'd seen of the man were recent, though, as with all pictures, there had been a distinct absence of the spark of life. Now, seeing Adrian Forrest in the flesh, laughing with his friends and completely oblivious to his presence, he felt a slight sickening in his gut.

There he was. There was the man he was supposed to kill. And he wasn't just a name and a picture anymore. He was a person.

A person who'd helped his crew die?

The sympathy faded somewhat as Tauvits got a grip on himself, but his eyes still didn't leave Forrest. The gaze had become professional, however, detached; it took in his lofty height yet rather lanky frame, suggesting there wasn't as much strength in him as Tauvits held. The greying of his hair showed his age, and the wear of his face backed it up. Years had not been kind to a man in his late-forties, and although Tauvits didn't intend to have to need to use physical strength and training over the man, it was a useful advantage if it came down to it.

But before he could finish his evaluation, Durkis' speech ended, and the crowd began to mill around quickly. Tauvits immediately lost sight of Forrest in the rush, and was swept by the crowd towards the door - and, probably, towards the bar.

As he moved, though, in the hubbub he felt a leaflet of some sort be shoved into his hands, and the hands of the person next to him, being passed around liberally. He squinted at the scrap of paper, eyeing its contents dubiously.

K'Hare with long, pointy ears. Amusing in a sort of strange way, though there was clearly a context he wasn't picking up.

"I have no bloody time for political satire," Tauvits mumbled to himself, scrunching up the leaflet and tossing it to one side. Yes, it was definitely time to get down to the bar. He was hungry, but he was also thirsty - perhaps trying to drain Xavier dry of all of its whiskey and partake of any bar food about the place to soak up a good scotch would be a suitable way to arrange the night?

OFF:

Anybody feel free to tag Tauvits. He'll be around, in the bar, and such.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 5:13pm

KTar wrote:

"We are here to keep an eye out for them brother and to protect you," G'Narr stated.

"Thank you, but I can look out for myself." K'Tar then spotted Ceres. "Have a drink. I will join you shortly." K'Tar then made his way over to Ceres.

<<TAG CERES>>

Ta'pez noticed K'Tar and his group among them that troublesome mongrel be' Ceres, non the less he motioned them to come over to him.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Wade_Duerkes on Feb 9^th, 2005, 6:21pm

TalVur wrote:

Wade shook Tal'Vur's hand and smiled.

Durkis: Thanks, but I just mainly went with the flow.

The admiral didn't get much time to talk with him as he was greeted by others. He shock hands and wished those he knew where competing good luck.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Talora on Feb 9^th, 2005, 6:23pm

ON

Talora was fortunately able to brush up no ehr basic Klingon before going to the welcome ceremony. The shuttle ride from the Lexington was long, and her dictionary was small, so she was able to read and retain much of it.

Fortunately much of the speech was in Standard. She understood Standard, any Romulan who hoped to join the Star Navy had to learn it, so that they could deal with the Federation more effectively. And being in the foreign exchange program, she used it every day.

She moved into the crowd from her initial spot near the edge, and spotted a particularly large Klingon nearby. She approached him, desiring to be more familiar with her competitors.

Talora: Excuse me?

The Klingon turned, noticed her, and looked her straight in the eye.

Talora: I just wanted to ask what that phrase in Klingon that Admiral Durkis said meant. I only know small amounts of the Language, we never had to learn it to work in the Star Navy or for the Federation.

OFF

TAG Any Klingon in the room. And take my words as being sincere or arrogant, your choice. Im rather interested as to the reaction of the big Klingon faced with a Romulan woman.

Centurion Talora
CSO
USS Lexington

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by gtrell on Feb 9^th, 2005, 7:11pm

G’Trell dismissed herself from the conversation with PoQ. She looked around form Tapez not seeing him she shrugged and began to slip through the crowd toward the last spot she had seen Rear Admiral Durkes. She wanted to congratulate and ask about how the Saturn was fairing. She remembered they had been on their way to a mission of sorts when she had transferred off. It pained her still to think of it. Then to be transferred again away from F’Larn was harder still. She picked her way through the last of the crowed and came up on Tal’Vur the ships doctor and the rear Admiral already engaged in conversation. She sighed and made a note to find him later to chat. She turned and began to pick her way back through the crowd toward an exit that would lead her to that much needed training room.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Andrew_Jones_II on Feb 9^th, 2005, 7:20pm

Andrew looked the admiral and answer him with the croud, seconds later he was looking in the croud for his first oponent a man named K'rahl.

Soon he recognized him from his file, his scarred face was unique... He observed the man and avoided his looks probably searching for him aswell.

After the end of the ceremony Andrew proceded to his quarters, his roomate wasn't in yet but his stuff was there... He took his Bat'leth out and Excercise his mussles a little, soon he would be fighting...

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Rihan_Kayton on Feb 9^th, 2005, 7:39pm

Kayton just came into the room wondering if there are any other romulans beside himself and starts looking around the room to see if there are any familar faces from last years tourment.

tag any romulans and Sajida Kajada if she's in the room
and any one else that wants to add on this

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by So`l Mackenzie on Feb 9^th, 2005, 8:33pm

So'l watched the crowd beging to disperse, unsure of his feelings. The chanting had spoken to him, he'd found himself caught up in it, enjoying where it was taking him. Then he'd realized where that actually was, and he'd been sick to his stomach.

Someone pressed a paper into his hands, but he dropped it after seeing what was on it.

Hoping to find some real alchohal, So'l headed twoards the bar.

<Tauvits- I'll take you up on that. I've started a Legion thread at http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day0fd;action=display;num=1107999361;start=0#0>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by KTar on Feb 9^th, 2005, 8:42pm

Ta`pez HoD wrote:

Ta'pez noticed K'Tar and his group among them that troublesome mongrel be' Ceres, non the less he motioned them to come over to him.

K'Tar appraoched Ta'pez before he could speak with Ceres. "Yes HoD?"

<<TAG Ta'Pez>>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:02pm

" A celebration later tonight will be held in honor of the meH'Haj and all those who have served and given their lives for the empire." Ta'pez said "It would be good if you and Ceres attend."

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by M`rek on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:43pm

<Before/During Welcome Ceremony and speach>

M'Rek came in to the chamber right at the beginning of speech after tending to the gash G'Trell had made in his arm during the combat he had with her and T'Lai earlier. Taking a stand in the back of the crowd he listened quietly. There was only a few who stood tall enough to block his vision and they were spaced out enough for him to see as he watched the Admiral who jumped down in front of them with true spirit. And feeling the moment with full Klingon spirit despite his obvious half breed, he joined in the chant, feeling his blood roar at the spirit and the meaning of them words in the Klingon heart.

<After The Speech and Chant>

M'Rek now made his way threw the crowd, he noticed the slip of paper that was passed around but it never passed his way and he didn't worry about it. He looked out over the crowd to see what familiar faces he could find.

Tag: Anyone

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by KTar on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:52pm

Ta`pez HoD wrote:

" A celebration later tonight will be held in honor of the meH'Haj and all those who have served and given their lives for the empire." Ta'pez said "It would be good if you and Ceres attend."

K'Tar nodded. "I was about to go and speak with Ceres. I will inform her of the dinner. I will attend, HoD."

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 9:54pm

"The more the better, " Ta'pez replied.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by gtrell on Feb 9^th, 2005, 11:03pm

G'Trell spotted M'Rek and casually made her way to him. Punched him lightly in his injured arm. "Well it nice to know you disiced to drop in." She flashed him a playful smile. "Care to finish what we started?"

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 9^th, 2005, 11:33pm

the mehhaj crew will continue their work here

http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day0fd;action=display;num=1107980771

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by roS`neQar on Feb 10^th, 2005, 12:49am

At the sound of a female voice that sounded like it was coming from somewhere on the floor roS turned to find out who was talking to him... his first impression was that he was facing a Vulcan before he noticed her uniform was that of a Romulan.

A flicker of surprise passed over roS's face as he found the source of the voice.

roS wasn't sure which surprised him the most... that this small female had asked him a question or that she was a Romulan.

Taking a second to regroup mentally from his desire to fight something roS considered her question before replying.

roS wasn't use to dealing with Romulans and wasn't quite sure how she expected him to react so rather then come off as the typical brute Klingon roS just raise an eyebrow like he had seen so many Vulcans do and answered her question at face value.

Roughly translated it means "we fight to enrich the spirit"

Its meaning is a bit deeper then the translation allows for in Stardard but thats about the best I can do...

extending his hand tward her in typical human greeting fashion he added...

and you are?

Now it was roS's turn to see how this Romulan female would react to both a polite reply to her question and a completely unexpected human form of greeting.

Off:

<tag Talora>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Davidian on Feb 10^th, 2005, 2:16am

ON:

The Legion, Just Before The Call.

Davidian coughed. The Legion was an odd place. It had a feel to it that scared him. He sighed.
Julianna looked at him. "What's wrong, Dandy?" She asked.
"Nothing." He shook his head.
Julianna sighed. "Fine. Now, let's find someone who can book us a holodeck, so we can train. Let's go get your Bat'Leth." Julianna stood up, and headed over to the bad.
Davidian scoffed. He didn't like Bat'Leth fighting. It was too ugly. He prefered the flowing movements of Axe-fighting. But only then, did he prefer to train, never to fight. However, something inside him made him lash out. He howled in pain. It wasn't a physical pain, more an emotional pain. Sighing, he got up.

Julianna returned, and helped Davidian up.
"Change of plan, Dandy. There's some kind of meeting for the competitors." They walked out of the Legion, and headed for the assembly.

The Opening Ceremony.

Davidian and Julianna entered the convention hall, and headed for the back wall. Davidian hated occasions like this. Too many people. He sat down, and Julianna sat down next to him. She patted his knee.
"Don't worry, Dandy. It'll be over soon." She laughed.
Davidian began playing with his nails, when RAdm Durkis took the podium, and gave his speech. Davidian yawned. He wanted to train.
" qa? wIje?meH maSuv?. qa? wIje?meH maSuv!" Durkis and the crowd began to chant. Davidian looked at Julianna, who shrugged her shoulders. The chanting continued, irritating Davidian, who jumped to his feet, and roared through the chanting. A few people looked at Davidian, in disgust, but Julianna just laughed, and eased her brother back to his seat.
"What are you doing? This is a Klingon thing, and you go and roar like an animal? Come on, let's go." Julianna stood up, and stormed out of the Convention hall, and Davidian got up, and walked with her, wondering what was wrong.

OFF.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ro_McCloud_Wolfe on Feb 10^th, 2005, 3:21am

(partially picking up on Arelwynn's tag)

ON:<ceremony>

The room was like a vast roiling ocean; undercurrents of feeling assaulting Ro's shields like a tsunami, despite the strength of her mental blocking. All around her the hall was alive with sound, rising off the sea of emotion like steam.
Her mind's protective barriers held fast against the onslaught - a small still centre of calm at the heart of the storm - and she, the observer, watching it crash around her and move on, leaving her safe inside her mental fortress.
It was mere seconds that passed as Ro felt the emotive swell of the gathered throng break over her, but it was enough to remind her that this was one reason she felt more suited to the profession of Engineering and not counselling or any of the 'soft' sciences.
As always, Tomas' proximity, both to her heart and her body, made blocking him impossible on a telpathic level. She could feel his thoughts and anticipation of what was to come as surely as if he'd spoken aloud.
That and he had her hand in what felt like a death grip, she thought with a wry smile.
She daren't move in case he crushed her finger bones to powder.
The tiny part of him that owed something to his Vulcan heritage, was, she was certain, responsible for their mental closeness, and one of the reasons it felt as if he were broadcasting his feelings.
Vulcans weren't telepaths any more than Humans were (although some, like her paternal grandmother, were what had been termed 'intuitive telepaths' or '6th sensors'), but many Vulcans possessed the capacity to focus their mental energies. Usually this required training, and although Tomas had had none himself she was convinced that somewhere in his lineage he had a Human great grand parent whose '6th sense' had been more finely honed than most.
Right now though, as the speeches elicted roars of noise from those assembled, it was the Klingon facet of his mind that rose to dominance. As always when he was passionate about things, it surged upward in his mental plane.
And yet..there was sadness in him today..regret..or something like it. She kept her mind firmly closed, not wanting to drown in the cacophony of feeling from everyone else, or intrude on her man's private thoughts.
Telepathy, as she'd once told him, wasn't like reading a book. It was more like plunging your head into a malestrom and attempting to catch the wind. Humanoids tended to 'think' in all their senses..color, sound, images as well as feelings. Very few thought in 'words'.
No wonder counselors always looked distracted she thought, battening herself against another wave of excitable Klingon thought-storms.
She very much wanted Wolfe to do well here..'well' in the sense that he quietened some of the demons about his past in his soul. His eyes shone as he listened, and soaked up the atmosphere and she smiled softly, remembering all the times she'd attended one ceremony or another (although nothing like this) with Klingon friends at the Academy.
This was HIS time, and HIS moment..she was happy to just be here and support him in any way he needed.

It was partly because she was wrapped up in her own musings that she didn't see the approach of the blue-eyed Betazoid.
When he spoke she almost launched herself at warp-speed ceilingwards.
Clamping her mouth shut on the Klingon expletive that sprang to her lips (Ro was given to swearing quite colorfully in Klingon when she worked - it was a wonderfully expressive language), she smiled to the newcomer.
Tomas, was already turning smoothly to greet him, an eyebrow raised in polite query....

OFF:
Tag Arelwynn :)

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by KTar on Feb 10^th, 2005, 9:52am

Ceres was leaning against the far wall, her foot tapping to an imagined tune in her head as gray eyes scanned the crowd, curious. Sighing, she took a long drink of the water she had managed to find and frowned. She knew no one... Even the crew from the meHHaj, she only knew a few members... She stared down into her cup.

K'Tar appraoched Ceres slowly. He was feeling bad about what had happened...yet he didn't really know what to say. "No bloodwine?"

Ceres blinked, not allowing herself to be startled as she slowly glanced up, gray eyes narrowed. "I prefer to be focused."

"I see..." K'Tar sighed. He had never apologized to anyone, yet he knew he must apologize to Ceres. "I...apologize for striking you on Khitomer."

Ceres took another drink, seeming almost unfazed by K'Tar's words. She shrugged. "What's done is done, what's said is said. You can't take it back or change it..." There was a lull in the conversation. "I was thinking of transferring back into Starfleet." She said honestly.

K'Tar couldnt believe what he was hearing. "Starfleet?" K'Tar said, full of disgust. "Why?"

Ceres refused to look at K'Tar. "I don't belong here. My blood may be half Klingon, but I was raised by my Human father... I even look more Human than Klingon... Look! You can barely see my ridges!"

K'Tar sighed. "There is more to being Klingon than just ridges. They may barely be visible, but they ARE there. Klingon blood DOES run through your veins. It does not really matter who you were raised by as long as your heart is Klingon. Take Worf, Son of Mogh. He was raised by human...yet he is an honorable warrior."

Ceres growled and placed her cup down on a nearby table. "I have nothing here! Yes, M'Rek and Ness have become my friends but the one person I truly cared about threw me halfway across a dining hall and tried to kill me." She snarled, stepping close to him.

K'Tar nodded. "Yes...however, I have apologized. As you said, what happened, has happened. You ARE half human and it will take me time to get used to that."

Ceres shook her head and gave a laugh that was far from amused. "K'Tar... but the time you realize what you want, it'll be too late." She gave him a disgusted frown and turned to walk away.

K'Tar grabbed Ceres' arm. "I do know what I want. I want you, Ceres."

Ceres yanked her arm from his grasp and crossed them over her chest. "Then stop being a coward."

K'Tar narrowed his eyes, holding back the sudden anger rising within him. Nobody had called him a coward and lived. "And just how am I being a coward? Especially when it you who is planning to run off to the Federation?"

Ceres scowled and resisted the urge to attack him. "You are a coward for fear what others would think of us, for attack me, for being so insanely jealous over people I had said were only my friends. I wanted to go home, to see me father..."

"I am not afraid of what others will think of us or else I would not have been with you in the first place. I was not jealous, I was only stating that you were not acting like a Klingon Mate. I...am not used to human customs. Why must you join Starfleet to see your father?"

Ceres shook her head and sighed. "K'Tar... I'm really not in the mood to talk about this. I'm tired." She turned and picked up her cup of water, taking a small sip, still not meeting K'Tar's eyes. Instead the brunete chose to stare at ther feet, tucking a few dark locks behind her ear.

"Who is being the coward now?" K'Tar asked.
Ceres smirked. "K'Tar... That comment doesn't work on me... For I am always a coward, inside at least." She waved her hand and decided to take a seat at a nearby empty table.

"And why is that? Are you afraid to accept your Klingon side?" KTar said as he followed Ceres to the table.

"I really don't want to talk about this here, in public... We're surrounded by people an I'm telling you I'm a coward. We can continue this later." She didn't look up, instead she fiddled with her cup.

"Or we can continue it somewhere else. This may be a shock to you Ceres, but I do care about you...I do love you."

This made Ceres glance up before she frowned and glared. "You sure have an odd way of showing it." She stood and moved to walk past him, heading for the exit.

K'Tar blocked her path. "I told you that I apologize for striking you. But it is hard for me to accept human customs. Surely you can understand that."

"Yes, but I'm still human... and it's hard for me to adapt to Klingon customs... I don't think I've ever eaten this much meat in my entire life..." She laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood.

"And you are doing well. I...have missed you," K'Tar said. It was hard for him to show his feelings to anyone.

Ceres looked up at the much taller Klingon with a small smile on her lips. Reaching up, she placed a tiny hand against his cheek. "Perhaps we can start over?"

K'Tar took Ceres' hand. "I would like that."

Ceres' smile grew as she allowed him to take her hand. "Good... So when is your first match?"

"Tommorow I believe. TaPez wants us to join the crew in a private dinner to celebrate the MeH'Haj. I told I will attend. Will you attend as well? It is tonight."

Ceres nodded. "Yes, of course." She looked around the crowd and arched an eyebrow. "So how many people do you know in here?" She laughed softly as she knew almost none.

"Just those from the crew as well as my brother and sister," K'Tar stated.

Ceres turned to K'Tar obviously curious. "Brother and sister?" A grin slowly spread across her lips. "Interesting..."

"Yes, they are here on....family matters." KTar siad, not wanting to go into the details with his feud with the House of B'Reml.

<<JP by KTar and Ceres>>

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Talora on Feb 10^th, 2005, 9:55am

roS`neQar wrote:

Talora was slightly startled. She'd expected something else from the large Klingon man, possibly some violence or anger. But she received only a polite answer and a greeting.

Talora: *takes his hand* I'm Talora, of the USS Lexington. Foreign Exchange. And as for the translation, I understand how profound some sayings can be and have them lose some of their edge in the translation. We have many such sayings on Romulus. And what's your name?

roS:

Talora: A pleasure to meet another civilized, honorable soul.

Out of the corner of her eye, Talora spotted another man entering the bar. He was clearly Romulan. Having not seen another familiar face since meeting Espa Shtar a few months earlier, Talora politely excused herself from roS and decided to speak with him.

Talora: Jolan Tru.

OFF

Tag roS and Rihan

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Kira_naul_Gordon on Feb 10^th, 2005, 3:19pm

As kira enter the Great hall. her heart swelled it was a honour.
and this was one her father had never seen. she could recall
the day when he held a betleH for the first time . she could recall
all his experiences with the weapon let alone his honourable teacher.
she call how the great weapon was art in motion. but even so that
art could kill with a breath if the welder was good enough to become
one with the weapon.

there was one more thing she like about the Klingon culture. Her size
did not stand out so much here,not like it did on the federation worlds.
she could sense the call of the warrior from with in the halls.

it took her complete train of thought to follow the klingon being spoken.
some many different way of say the same thing, but so many way to
make a terrible error. had her to the point where she was afraid to speak.

as she kept her back to the wall her Starfleet uniform would clearly mark.
as most like likely a security personal. but her rank would not mark her
station as easy...

Her three eye scan the room as to drink in every detail to pass it on to her
generation to come as a crowning moment. in very young life.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Dhivael on Feb 10^th, 2005, 10:42pm

Amoungst the competitors, a Romulan stood. Dhivael had been at last year's competition and done rather well. Unfortunatly, noone much recognized her. In this years competition the Commodore was one of only a handfull of officers from Task Force 38. She had been disappointed to hear that she wouldnt be taking on some of them. That made her heart roar with laughter.

The Ceremony Came and went. Dhivael participated, and speaking fluent klingon understood most of it. The battles lay ahead, and she would make good use of her time. After all, she was a Romulan...

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Kieran O`Donnell on Feb 11^th, 2005, 12:28am

Checking his Disruptor and his Intel Kit to the station's Security Department, Kieran took his blade and made his way to the Welcoming Ceremony, hanging up his bat'leH in the correct place and getting inside and standing at the back, duffle still slung around his shoulders. There would be time to find his quarters later.

Continued at http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day1fc;action=display;num=1108526340;start=0#0

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by roS`neQar on Feb 11^th, 2005, 9:29am

Talora wrote:

roS: The name is roS'neQar Ross McEwan... or simply roS. Klingon seems to be full of saying with mutluple means so I am not surprised you didn't know what the Durkis was yelling. Nice meeting you. *slight bow*

Quote:

Talora: A pleasure to meet another civilized, honorable soul.

Out of the corner of her eye, Talora spotted another man entering the bar. He was clearly Romulan. Having not seen another familiar face since meeting Espa Shtar a few months earlier, Talora politely excused herself from roS and decided to speak with him.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 9:05am

Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO wrote:

Tomas turned very quickly towards the voice, releasing Ro's hand, and almost coming up into a fighting stance when his mind finally made the connection of what was really happening. Wolfe cursed himself for being so edgy, but he let his body relax, at least for the moment.

He looked the new TFCO up and down a couple of times before speaking. He had never met the man before, but he did review his service record when he found out that he was taking Neirbo's billet. Starfleet Intelligence. It was hard for Tomas not to chuckle at that. As a senior flag officer, Tomas understood that SI served a very important role, but it was his experience as a ship CO that gave him all the bad examples of SI screwing things up.

Wolfe: *Holding out his hand* Good to meet you Admiral. How are you settling in, and with all of this going on at the same time?

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO on Feb 13^th, 2005, 1:32pm

[quote author=FADM Tomas Wolfe]
Wolfe: *Holding out his hand* Good to meet you Admiral. How are you settling in, and with all of this going on at the same time?
[/quote]
Arelwynn: *shaking the hand Wolfe had extended* Well it is quite something. I had only been aboard a few hours when the judges arrived and less than a day when hordes of competitors and observers followed suit. I am still adjusting but I seem to have a fine crew here that has taken it well into hand.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 2:00pm

Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO wrote:

Arelwynn: *shaking the hand Wolfe had extended* Well it is quite something. I had only been aboard a few hours when the judges arrived and less than a day when hordes of competitors and observers followed suit. I am still adjusting but I seem to have a fine crew here that has taken it well into hand.

Wolfe: Yes, it seems this event is attracting more and more people each year. But it's good a thing overall, a chance for so many people to get together in similiar pursuits.

Tomas looked over at Ro, and suddenly remembered that the polite thing would be to introduce her.

Wolfe: *Putting his arm around her to help move her forward* Admiral, may I introduce my fiancee, Commander Aurora McCloud. Ro, this is Vice Admiral Valren Arelwynn, CO of XFY and TF44.

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO on Feb 13^th, 2005, 2:15pm

Arelwynn: *extending his hand to Ro* It is very nice to meet you as well, Commander. I need to get upstairs and tend to the organization of this slightly ordered chaos. *he smiled* If either or you need anything, please do not hesitate to get me on the comm. Enjoy your stay.

OFF

TAG Perhaps before I sneak away?

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by FADM Tomas Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 2:19pm

Valren Arelwynn, XFY CO wrote:

Thank you Admiral. Hope we have time later on to have a talk or something.

Tomas watched as the XFY CO moved away to attend to what ever he needed. Tomas turned towards Ro.

Wolfe: You never did tell me what you bought shopping yesterday.

Off: tag Ro...

Title: Re: Call to assemble
Post by Ro_McCloud_Wolfe on Feb 13^th, 2005, 8:26pm

Ro smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mischevious inner light.

Ro: Well, apart from Raktajino, I got myself something for when you progress up the rankings...

Tomas gave her a quizzical look, not managing to prevent his eyebrow arching to his obvious self-annoyance.
Here, where his Klingon blood surged to the fore, reminders of his mixed heritage were still unwelcome.

Wolfe:Are you going to give me a CLUE, or am I supposed to guess?

Ro: ::Still smiling:: Oh..I think we'll leave it as a surprise...I can tell you though it cost an almost obscene amount of credits..and you paid for it..

She patted his cheek affectionately, and gave a soft laugh.

Wolfe: ::quietly, bending his mouth close to her ear:: I have ways to make you talk..

Ro: ::Grinning hugely now at having successfully teased him:: And I'm sure I'll enjoy them all..but I'm not telling..you better make sure you win..

She'd taken his off the cuff remark on the shuttle to heart, deciding that when in Rome, although geographically inaccurate in this case, was a good idea.
She never spent on clothing, unless it was engineering-friendly things, but this time, in honor of Tomas' first tournament she had made ane xception. And because she knew it would amuse, and perhaps please him.
The only problem had been finding a female warrior's leathers that FIT her..rather embarrassingly she'd had to get one intended for a young Klingon female..her height and build being no match for the fine adult specimens she'd seen striding through corridors.
She'd wear it if he made it to the next round; she hoped he would, he wanted so badly to do well.

Still grinning at his confusion they went into dinner...

(off..now we're free of this thread unless my other half wants to do more,lol)