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Day 4 - Last one out, turn off the lights >> Time to go >> Leaving For The meH'Haj... The Unexpected
(Message started by: M`rek on Mar 3^rd, 2005, 7:32pm)

Title: Leaving For The meH'Haj... The Unexpected
Post by M`rek on Mar 3^rd, 2005, 7:32pm

<As M'Rek>

It was time to board the meH'Haj. This would be the first time he would step on the ship and while he was ready physically he really didn't want to leave some of his friends he had made at the Tourney. But he had to. He had a duty aboard the meH'Haj and he knew that he would be busy and before he knew it he would bee seeing them in the next Tourney.

Most the other crew were up ahead of him, though was a few behind him as well. He turned to look at the station a bit before he stepped threw the hatch to the shuttle that would take them to the meH'Haj. As he looked he suddenly found his eyes caught on a old Klingon Woman who was talking to a younger Klingon/Bajoran woman.

The old woman's face was half scarred, her hair grayed with age but had a white streak growing from one corner from where part of the scaring was. One of her legs was replaced by a semi-mechanical metal leg. She appeared an old warrior who had been threw trying times.

But what got his attention the most was that she seemed very familiar. Someone who was possibly important. Yet with the loss of his memory of the past, he could not think who she might be. He would of gone over there out of curoisity, but he then got nudged along by one of the warriors who growled behind him about being held up. There was no time and so without the chance of a second glance he entered the hatch going to the shuttle. As he found a seat his mind wandered on the woman. He was troubled by how familiar that woman seemed and that he could not remember who she was. After a while as the shuttle was loaded and started on it's way to the meH'Haj, he pushed it to the side of his mind to think on later and watched as the Negh'var Class Ship got bigger on the forward screen.

Title: Re: Leaving For The meH'Haj... The Unexpected
Post by M`rek on Mar 3^rd, 2005, 7:41pm

<NPC: The Old Woman (Q'Tak)>

Q'Tak was following her niece to her ship which she had been her only constant home for about 40 years, when she suddenly felt as if she was being watched. Alert, eyes began searching the room for who might be watching her. She adjusted her stand on her artifical leg, turning so she could see around better. She saw several Klingons and half-breeds which seem to be just going about thier buisness.

Then just as she looked towards the area a group of Klingons were loading on a shuttle, she got the brief glimpse of a face that belonged to a large man who now turned and was entering threw a hatch to a shuttle. She felt shock threw her body as she could swear that the man resembled her long lost son. Her son who had gone missing many years ago at the age of 17, by now he would likely be in his late twenties or early thirties if he still lived. He had been a special gift from her Hirogen mate who had disappeared as her son had only a year after their son's birth.

She started to remember the time she had raised him, teaching him of both his heritage. Her mind lost in thought until interupted by her niece, Prue. Q'Tak snapped out of it, now inwardly cursing her age, for having her dwell on something long past and bringing her false hopes. Her son was gone. Her mate was gone. She would of seen them before if they were still around...

"Aunt Q'Tak, Are you well?" Prue, the daughter of a woman she had brought into her house many years ago looked at her with unklingon like Concern.

Q'Tak answered, "I am well. Just getting old. How much father we have to go?"

Prue nodded, "Your ship is this way, not much farther. Mother managed to get the replacement parts you needed. The Loyal Targ will be good as new."

Q'Tak just laughed. "That old piece of junk was old before you were ever born. I doubt a few replacement parts is going to make it new." She chuckled to herself and followed her presistant niece. Her thoughts wandering once more to her missing son before she pushed them to the side with silent self scolding. Prue showed her to her old ship/home where the surviving members of her House Family awaited. The Loyal Targ looking it's age, with it's scars and patches which did not fit. But it was home. She got on board and allowed Prue to take the pilot seat as she rested in the back, looking over some of the Klingon artifacts she had picked up over the years in her intrest in Ancient Klingon Culture.