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Day 1 - Opening Matches >> After morning rounds >> You smell worse then Molors targ pens
(Message started by: Ta`pez HoD on Feb 12^th, 2005, 11:08am)

Title: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 12^th, 2005, 11:08am

This is a direct continuation of the trials and tribulations tread
http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day0fe;action=display;num=1108094156

make sure you read it before this

ON:

Separ entered the room on the Chang pach where she had found Ta’pez passed out, dirty and surrounded by spilled drink and his own bile, more animal then klingon. They all were in a state of shock following the news that the Chang, their master and lord had been brutally murded by unknown assasins. Some were surprised by the fact that Ta’pez was nowhere to be seen. PoQ, her father, had taken on the responsibility for the investigation but so far nothing had been accomplished. Who ever the responsible person was had done and an excellent job off defeating all of their security measurements and leaving no tracks after executing their murderous task. Rumors circulated implicating many, from federation intelligence to the commander of the armored starbase at Klach D’kel Brakt. Separ didn’t know what to think of the rumors and it was none of her concern to follow the theories and storied chewed out constantly by great wine.

She did however had some other pressing matters she needed to take care of. Carrying along with was a large bucket of almost frozen water. She walked over to the sprawled figured of Ta’pez and dumped it over him.

The cold liquid spilled on top of Ta’pez who heaved up his upper body almost immediately gasping from the shock.

Separ looked at him with an agry look, “You stink worse then the Molors’ targ pens”. Dropping her bucket onto the floor she left the room only to return a few moments later with a fresh set of garments.

It was akward for Separ to do this, but it was not the first time she had played this role, a long time ago she had been Ta’pez nurse, shortly after his arrival on Khithomer. The difference between then and now was the fact that he had been seriously injured. There was no excuse for it now. Their joH had been murdered but they had no time to grieve in such a manner.

“I ll be waiting in front of the door, while you get changed.” She said before turning and leaving Ta’pez in the room.

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 12^th, 2005, 11:28am

<some half an hour later>

Ta’pez entered the competition hall on time. The only reason for this was the fact that Separ had come into his chambers and avoken him in a most unpleasant manner.

The death of his adopted father had taken him hard and he was still reeling from it. Ta’pez had seen and caused the death of many, and yet the realization that Chang was dead was hard to swallow.

Ta'pez had loved him with all his heart. Unlike Ta’rath who had given few words of kindness to him Chang had been there with advice and attention a son deserved.

It had pained Ta’pez to see his joH torn over the love between him and Ta’pez. He had loved his children, demanding respect and submission to his elder and hoping to teach them true unity.

That was unfortunately not the case and now more then ever Ta’pez was sorry that the relationship to his “sister” were not better. As he looked into the stands he could see all of the House of Chang that was here gathered, save for Be’thal.

That hurt of rejection turned over to anger. Ta’pez felt himself being swept up by that anger, and he fed and fueled it with his thoughts of that assassin.

The world swam before Ta’pez and by the time he reached the arena part of it he was barerly noticing the surioundings. The judges welcomed them all and promised another glorious fight. For Ta’pez all of that didn’t matter, he mererly looked at the his opponent.

The other klingon was clearly intimidated by the fact he would have to fight against the unchallenged Champion of the Tournament who had not lost a single match.

As the judge called out the game to knockout Ta’pez grinned like a madman and motioned towards the Klingon to attack.

tbc...

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 12^th, 2005, 5:34pm

The other klingon was clearly intimidated by the fact he would have to fight against the unchallenged Champion of the Tournament who had not lost a single match.

As the judge called out the game to knockout Ta’pez grinned like a madman and motioned towards the Klingon to attack.

A few minutes into the match the clear winner was clear. K’moQ, the burly weHwI’ was already panty from exhaustions while Ta’pez was dancing around him. The angry chang was baiting him and playing with a klingon few others had dared to. The spectators who had thought that the massive klingon would have the upper hand in the match were being laughed at by the klingons who had seen Ta’pez in action on previous tournaments.

However unlike the previous fights during the last tournament Ta’pez was a lot more deadly. The weHwI’ had tried to overpower Ta’pez and had utterly failed. The angry Chang, still furious and grieving over the loss of his father had matched and exceeded the weHwI’ strength by sheer willpower.

The crowd was going wild while Ta’pez furiously attacked. Separ, who had guided Ta’pez to the tournament sat quietly in the tribunes watching her House brother fight. She was still angry about the way Ta’pez had drunk himself into stupor and filth over the death of his adopted father but could not blame him. The murder of Chang, son of ne’thal hung like a heavy cloud over the House. Her father had been busy all morning fielding communication between the many strown Ships of the House, informing the its members of the dead of their elder and the new change.

She had not inquired about the developments on that front but judging from the resless demeanor of her father and the seclusion that he had embrassed she assumed that not everything was going as smooth as he tried to pretend .

Ta’pez had not been wounded so far while his opponent was bleeding profously at several deep wounds. It would be not much longer before K’moQ gave up of lost.

“How long do you think will this continue?” she asked Taj’vl, her younger brother.

tag Ness

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by JakeNess on Feb 12^th, 2005, 8:57pm

"Probably only a few minutes, if I know the HoD," Taj chuckled.

Separ chuckled. "I see your judgement is not completly hopeless."

Separ shrugged sarcasticly. "Maybe." She chuckled not being able to keep a straight face.

OFF: A JP by Taj {Ness} and Separ {Ta'pez}

Please do not delete this post, it is part of the storyline

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by K`Hare totlh on Feb 13^th, 2005, 5:57am

OFF:

The first post happens so close to the rest it just makes sense to include it here.

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 13^th, 2005, 6:32pm

After the first match. With the victory behind him, Ta’pez didn’t entertain the crow for long with his presence. Instead he walked up to the benches where the House of Chang members sat along with a few members of his crew sat.

Separ looked him then at the knocked out weHwI’ still laying in the arena. “Feel better?”

Ta’pez merely scowled for he knew what she was intiuating. He didn’t want to argue with her, not now. “I am hungry” he replied.

The others got up and decided to leave with Ta’pez.

Title: Re: You smell worse then Molors targ pens
Post by Ta`pez HoD on Feb 13^th, 2005, 6:35pm

OFF:

our heroes continue in this thread :

http://www.batlh.com/cgi-bin/betleHIII/YaBB.pl?board=Day1fb;action=display;num=1108170257