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Intruder alert!
« on: Feb 11^th, 2005, 5:00pm »

OFF:

We can't hold time back forever. As I post this I still don't know the exact fate of K'Hare but times gotta flow.

I am also happy to see all the early morning activity. (:}

What happens at the start of this scene has been cleared with XFY command. If you are security and don't know exactly how to respond then IM or PM me.

ON:

The base was quiet. It was very early in the day. The bars had all closed, the competitors were asleep or going through whatever their personal rituals were. The only activity was a few competitors that were practicing, even at this time and security checking the facilities to insure the safety of the competition and the base.

It was quiet, surprisingly few problems. Even with the change in command and Admiral Neirbo leaving unexpectantly things were running well. Then the alarms sounded. “Warning: Transport detected!” The security teams were alerted and though the alert made no sense since the shields were up and transport inhibitors were in place, they converged on the transport site.

It was easy to find. Four individuals had defeated the precautions and were now sitting on the deck, confused. First there was an impressive Klingon female. She was clearly in charge, but a closer look showed two males, each a Klingon/Romulan hybrid, and each, the mirror image of the other. They appeared to be the same individual, but one, standing, was wearing odd armor, a chainmail shirt. The other was wearing a standard Klingon uniform but the fist sized hole in his back made it clear he was dead. Finally the fourth member, a young Klingon female of 8 or 9 looked confused and dazed.

Before anyone could react, the male grabbed his head and screamed and passed out.

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« Reply #1 on: Feb 11^th, 2005, 9:12pm »

Q'olavraH inhaled deeply, letting the scents of the Federation base filter into her consciousness. She did not smell the scent that she had come to associate with her captor. She had not noticed the subtle difference in scent at first, but now she would be able to tell the one from the other, without seeing the ears. She looked at her companions satisfied that the child was safe and then worried about the male… she was unsure which one was which.

Xavier was empty except for the guards but she was sure of the location. The banners for the betleH competition were prominent and all around. She had let K'Hare know that she would compete after he had given her the assignment.

It had all come about over bloodwine, as most things did with K'Hare. She had told him that she intended to live on KDB, the planet and split her time between there and the homeworld. He had seen her restlessness, could tell by the look in her eyes that the fact that she had no assignment, nothing to do but take care of the twins and deal with the small house matters in K'brd'Lok that she as allowed to handle was already wearing on her.

He had taken action, offered her one of his support ships and told her there were matters he needed taken care of by someone he trusted, matters he could not handle himself due to lack of time or other constraints. Q'olavraH had jumped at this chance. Stationed here she could still fulfill her duty to her children and to K'rahl's family. It would be perfect.

They had drank and talked long into the night, catching up on news, discussing the upcoming tournament. K'Hare turned the conversation to the odd disappearance of K'mala, and told her that he wanted her to go and see if she could ferret out any information about it.

She had left KDB two days later to do a 2-week patrol. The children were left with Bmuan on the planet, Q'ol had been assured that everything would be right with them. She had gone out with a sense of excitement. Her crew was small and included K'mala's science officer, Khoal. By all accounts, even though he was half Romulan, was all a Klingon should be.

She had to find K'Hare now and tell him what had happened. Khoal knew more than she, but now one of them was dead and the other was… well, something was wrong with him. She couldn’t help hoping they had switched themselves again even though she knew the other, the one from the other place, would be a greater tactical prize. But one of them had died saving the child and for that, she would always be grateful.

She came back to the present as station security stepped up and begin scanning them.

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« Reply #2 on: Feb 11^th, 2005, 10:47pm »

She saw the station security step up and begin scanning them.

Somehow, they seemed to know what was going on… almost as if she and her companions had been expected. She heard one say, “This one is ours, the other… scanning… I have it. I have the frequency.” That officer stood up and said something into his communicator about changing the modulation of the shields or adjusting the transport inhibitors. Whatever it was, they seemed ready. But she turned to Khoal, injured in some way she did not understand. If she followed the security officer, the one in the chainmail was the Khoal from here.

Q’ol’s attention was brought back to the immediate circumstance by the mention of K’Hare. They had said something about him and about the station’s commander. She smiled at the memory of the pleasant Bolian she had met briefly the year before. She realized she was still dazed and confused. She need rest and sleep, but most of all, she needed to see K’Hare. Her mind was still fuzzy from the meld and she couldn’t remember all of it, but she remembered that he had said she would once she had time to process it.

As she was directed somewhere by the security officers she remembered her other concern, the child! “She cannot be of use to you, she needs medical attention. Surely you can wait to speak to her.” The guard considered and nodded. He sent two of his men with the girl to the medical ward but reminded them that this child was to be watched at all times.

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Just a reminder. I am posting this, but while it was plotted somewhat by both of us, this was written by Q'ol.

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« Reply #3 on: Feb 12^th, 2005, 4:29pm »

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More Q'ol stuff.

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She was taken to a security office and could only assume that one Khoal was taken to medical and the other was taken to the morgue. Normally she would have insisted that the dead Klingon be cast aside as a now useless husk, but there would have to be an investigation and in this case, she was sure the body could tell a great deal. Khoal himself, as a Science Officer would no doubt be interested in an intensive comparison of their DNA. She said so and got odd looks in return.

Soon ranking officers were brought into the room. One, a human looking officer who seemed to be in command, and yes!, another was K’Hare. His CO, Taylor, out of uniform was also there.

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« Reply #4 on: Feb 12^th, 2005, 7:26pm »

K’Hare looked at one of the security officers before addressing her, “She is Q’olavraH?”

The guard nodded and said, “Yes, the scan shows she is from our reality.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders, roughly, examining her. "I was worried when you did not show up or report." His voice was harsh. The look in her eyes told him something had happened, but the he smiled, “but I am better for having you here now.”

"You should have been worried. Much has happened and I wanted to find you first before I did anything else. Are my children here?" She asked, embracing her friend quickly, testing his scent, since his hair covered his ears, as surreptitiously as she could, and then disengaging. “I have much to say that you need to hear.”

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« Reply #5 on: Feb 13^th, 2005, 12:02am »

He understood her well enough to know that she had something to say she did not want to repeat to everyone in the room. He also knew as private as it was, it would probably have to be shared. He was more concerned that she was sniffing him… testing him. Had she already heard? Embarrassed he took a step back.

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Hey... this short bit.... I wrote that. (:}

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« Reply #6 on: Feb 13^th, 2005, 12:32am »

OFF: Since the mastermind behind this shocking but lovely twist in the story of K'Hare needed a nap, I will now take up posting pieces. I certainly hope you will all enjoy this since it has been in his brain for at least 2 years, and it took us a month to do all the plotting and we are not done yet! EEP!

ON: Security Office

He was more concerned that she was sniffing him… testing him. Had she already heard? Embarrassed he took a step back.

"By all means begin then." K'Hare said and she launched into her story.

<IKS bortaS bIR, more than a week ago>

In the beginning of the second week they were heading toward a small mining colony where they had been told there was an ex-intelligence officer from Starfleet, who for a price could obtain, if he did not already have, information. They would see what he knew.

"I am reading a distress signal Mistress." The male at the tactical console said.

"Helm turn us toward it and approach slowly. Tactical, do you know what type of vessel it is?" Q'olavraH had stood from the HoD quS and was now standing behind it, her fingers gripping the back. Her energy moving out and infecting the other's on the bridge.

"Cardassian!" Tactical reported.

"Helm slow to impulse, Tactical keep us cloaked. Take us in, but do not get us to close." Q'ol said and leaned over the back of the HoD quS to smack a button on the chair arm. "beq! Battle stations!"

Within a moment the meH had someone at every console and Khoal was reporting on the state of the Cardassian hull. "The ship is partially spaced. There are no signs showing why or how this was done. I am reading 3 lifesigns, they register as... Klingon!"

Q'olavraH frowned. "Klingon? Strange. Helm take us within transporter range. We will see if they want off of that ship. Tactical, keep us cloaked. Hail them once we are in transporter range."

"They are returning our hail." said the comm officer a few moments later. "Audio only."

Q'ol nodded. "This is Q'olavraH of the bortaS bIr. What assistance do you require?"

Q'olavraH was momentarily taken aback when she heard K'Hare's voice gruffly reply, "I am glad you are here. Beam over with a small contingent. I want to show you something."

Q'olavraH was pleased to hear her friend's voice, thinking that perhaps he had decided to get off station and do some investigating himself. And even though she had no desire to be transported, she knew it was the quickest way in this situation.

She pointed to Khoal and the weHwI' who stood at the entrance to the meH. "You two with me. She left the vessel in the capable hands of one of K'rahl's distant cousins who she had chosen to serve with her on this ship.

The three were already carrying their weapons and so they moved to the transporter and with minimal time wasted beamed to the coordinates on the Cardassian ship that were transmitted to them.

As they materialized she noted that K'Hare was wearing some strange looking armor. The shirt had an attached coif. It looked somewhat like chainmail and covered most of his head, leaving his face bare. With him was another Klingon, a smaller one, it took her only a moment to decide this must be the frail student he spoke of so often, Ing. The small one was also in the strange armor.

"Do you have a new tailor?" she asked K'Hare, half in jest, noticing how K'Hare stared over long at Khoal.

K'Hare drew his eyes away from the half Romulan and then moved to where Ing was putting betleHmey away in a storage compartment. He grabbed two of the weapons and returned, handing Q'olavraH one of them.

Q'ol took the betleH, her mind wondering on all of this. Evidently K'Hare had commandeered this vessel and was now getting it ready to return to KDB, otherwise why put Klingon weapons in the weapons lockers? She was due back at KDB in less than a week, and she was supposed to report to him when she got there. It was odd that he hadn't asked her if she had found any information. Her thoughts were interrupted when K'Hare took a defensive stance.

"Defend yourself!" he barked.

Q'olavraH noticed Khoal and the weHwI' she'd brought both tense up. She moved to a counter stance and grinned at her friend. "Is this a rematch?"

K'Hare's face split into a feral smile, "It is the first of many..."

His blade spun and struck at her, she parried the strike easily and waded in, her blade swinging around to hack at his left shoulder. He brought his blade up and blocked her blow.

He was testing her defenses, that was easy to see, so she allowed her mind to work on the fact of his strange armor. He had told her that he was working with Starfleet intelligence on a 'problem' and so she thought this was probably some Starfleet issue stuff.

The combatants moved back and forth, testing each other. Q'ol would attack and K'Hare would easily block it. Khoal and the weHwI' relaxed, this seemed like a friendly spar between friends, they even began to enjoy watching the skill of the female they served.

Q'olavraH noticed that K'Hare's movement was subtly different. Perhaps the armor caused it. He was more confident than she remembered, but then why not, she knew he had been training hard to improve his skill with the blade. But he was also being reckless, leaving openings that she hesitated to exploit because of the look in his eyes. He was playing with her.

He still used the style of qor, but it was more subtle and overlayed by other influences. He began leaving more obvious, larger holes in his defenses. She refused to be drawn to them. What was he doing? She knew his skill, they had trained together as recently as 3 months prior on a visit. Could his skill have changed so much, his style? She knew about the Vulcan, was this that influence?

A tingle of warning shot up her spine. This was her friend, yet something was different. He was not himself, something had happened to him to change him somehow in the mere week and a half since she had sat drinking with him.

Her nostrils flared as she tested the air, now that he was working and sweating, she caught his scent more easily and it smelled like K'Hare, but there was a trace of something else. Was it the cleaning solution used on that strange armor? She could not be certain but the difference settled on the back of her tongue and taunted her. This was K'Hare, wasn't it?

Her betleH spun around and shot, almost of it's own volition, toward a huge hole in his defenses that he could not hope to protect. Her arms quivered in shock as his blade arrived to parry the blow, to quickly, to easily. She must ask him about this Vulcan and the training they had been doing.

Q'olavraH stepped back, holding a growing anger in check. Why would he toy with her this way? She took another step back, fighting to parry the blows he was raining down on her, trying to hold her ground, but he wasn't allowing it.

She took another step back and a door slid open somewhere and Khoal entered the room. The small Klingon, Ing, cursed and K'Hare took a step away from Q'olavraH, drew his weapon and killed the weHwI' she had brought. He took another step back, as the second Khoal who was wearing the same strange armor drew his weapon and stunned the Khoal that had beamed over with her from the bortaS bIr.

Q'olavraH noticed that Ing's weapon was pointed at her, but he seemed to hesitate. She took advantage of this and followed the apparently fake K'Hare, swinging her betleH in a killing stroke at his head while his own weapon was down.

K'Hare dropped his weapon and brought his armor clad hand up to catch her blade, an inch from his head and held it there for a moment. She did not like the look in his eyes.

He yanked the blade back, drawing Q'olavraH toward him then slammed his armor clad forehead into her's. She reeled back and as darkness claimed her, she heard K'Hare laugh and say "I've missed you!"

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Re: Intruder alert!
« Reply #7 on: Feb 13^th, 2005, 12:55am »

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For those of you wondering what K'Hare would look like in a chainmail shirt and coif, flanked by Ing2 (as we have come to call his loveable sidekick, who has previously terrorized KDB), see the pic I made that ta'pez posted in this thread.

And for those wondering what to call the 'other' K'Hare... well, his distinguishing trait is that he wears a chainmail helmet... making him... (someone translate into Klingon, please)

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« Reply #9 on: Feb 13^th, 2005, 1:55am »

Q'olavraH woke up in a bare room, the light overhead was the only fixture. Both she and Khoal had been deposited without ceremony on the floor to sleep it off. She grimaced at the pain in her head as she sat and began stretching her muscles to get them warm, so she would be ready for anything.

Khoal was still out, and Q'olavraH studied him briefly. After she ascertained that his breathing seemed regular enough and that it was probably the effect of the stun she stood, deciding to leave him to sleep it off.

Q'ol removed her boots and armored vest and began a set of moQbara exercises. She could feel the tension and anger growing in her from being cooped up. As her body moved fluidly through the ritual moves she let her senses stretch out.

The ship felt like a bI'rel and that would mean that she and Khaol were being held in the arsenal, since it was the only room of this size, but this room was totally bare.

The door sliding open broke her concentration, she looked at the Klingon standing in the doorway, he wore the same odd armor as she'd seen before, but she'd never seen this Klingon before. She stood poised and ready to strike, but thought better of it when she saw the weapon in his hand that made a 'sparky' noise and the tip glowed when he pressed the trigger with it aimed at the ceiling.

It looked like a disruptor, but slightly bulkier, and she did not want the tip of it touching her.

The Klingon moved to the side and pointed at the door, indicating that he wanted Q'ol to go with him. She quickly stomped into her boots and donned her armored vest. She exited into what should have been the strategic officer's office, then through it to the lift. In the lift stood the 'other' Khoal with the same odd disruptor and the same strange armor on.

The Klingon that had let her out of the 'cell' grabbed a tray of food off of the desk and slid it into the room where the real Khoal still slept as Q'olavraH entered the lift and turned. As the lift door slid closed, Q'ol watched the door to the cell slide closed as well. The doors on the lift were much heavier than standard bI'rel doors. Another fact to file away for possible future use.

The Khoal that was with her in the lift, said in flawless Romulan "Deck four!"

The lift rose one floor and then Khoal pointed to aft as the doors slid open. Q'olavraH had been expecting to see the doors to the head, but instead she saw tables and chairs. Opposite of what she expected. She stepped out of the lift and saw a big table, seated at it was K'Hare, who was not K'Hare. The table was laden with food.

Q'olavraH studied this K'Hare. He did not have the armored coif on his head anymore. It looked as if it had been ripped off, and as he turned his head to speak to the small student, Ing, she saw that K'Hare had a pointed, Romuloid ear. She stood, transfixed as K'Hare told Ing "Do it!" and the younger male left.

When 'K'Hare's' gaze turned to her, and she couldn't see his ear it struck her just how much this K'Hare looked like the real one, the expression as he said to her "I thought you might be hungry!" The hearty tone of his voice, it was K'Hare.

She stood for another moment, and then thinking it would be best to keep her strength up, for when her chance came to kill him, she moved to the table and sat, letting her eyes roam over the choices. The table was filled with Romulan and Klingon food, and other dishes that looked like a mixture of both.

Q'ol passed up all of the Romulan food in favor of the Klingon stuff that she could sniff and see if it had anything in it that shouldn't have been in it. She sniffed a bowl of qagh after filling it.

K'Hare laughed at her for being suspicious about the food, then he stood to fill a tankard which he slid toward her, staying just out of her reach. She was gratified by the fact that he was wary of her. That gave her some power over him. He evidently knew she was not one to be trifled with.

She watched for an opening, any means of attack, while he returned to his seat looking amused at her actions.

She took the tankard and sniffed it, eyeing it suspiciously when it smelled like bloodwine, but different. She had smelled it before, only this smell was just slightly off from the one time she had savored this smell before. Again, K'Hare laughed and poured some of the drink into another tankard and drank it to show her that it was safe.

Q'ol sneered and took an experimental sip, then her eyes narrowed. This was the same, well almost the same as the special brew that K'Hare had shared with her at the birth of the twins. She took one more sip, this time getting more of the thicker blue liquid. She savored it on her tongue for a moment and then let it roll down her throat. She put the tankard on the table then took one last bite of food to barely satisfy her stomach.

She looked at the tankard, then took another long drink before setting it on the table and leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest to keep herself from drinking more. The drink was strong and very deceptive. She knew she could drink the entire tankard and only feel the hint of warming in her belly, but what if this drink was stronger than the one the real K'Hare had shared with her? She remembered it's effect and she needed her wits about her now.

She stared at this K'Hare, thinking that the ears made him look strange, almost silly since she knew how the real K'Hare felt about those of mixed blood.

Her eyes closed slightly, almost a squinting, the look she got when she was thinking deeply. She stared at him, then looked at the tankard, her mind reviewing the things K'Hare had shared about his family, his father, the Vulcan that was training him in the use of the blade that he had brought to K'Hare. The blade with his past etched into it.

This K'Hare watched her for a moment then said almost wistfully "I've missed that squinting thing you do when you think."

Q'olavraH growled and stood, the chair she had been sitting in skittering back. She could not stop herself from grabbing the tankard for one more drink of the brew. As she slammed the now almost empty mug back on the table she ground out between clenched teeth, "If there is some purpose for this you should get to it before I kill you!"

K'Hare did not move, he only laughed at her, "We are here to eat and drink. What could be more important?"

Q'olavraH moved her eyes to his deformity, those pointed ears that ruined his looks as far as she was concerned, then she looked back into his eyes, trying to read him. "I am finished eating, and I will drink no more of that," she gestured at the tankard, "from this source."

"If you plan to kill me, you will need to keep up your strength." K'Hare said, amused by her.

"I am stronger when I am hungry." she stated.

"I suppose we need to get this out of the way then, so we can move on." K'Hare stated, standing.

He approached her, unsheathing his dagger, a Daqtagh that was slightly curved but otherwise looked normal. He stayed out of her reach, and tossed the dagger at her feet.

The female watched him carefully, and scooped up the dagger, never taking her eyes from him as she did so. She felt more secure with a blade in her hand, but she took no offensive or defensive stance, wishing him to think she was harmless with only a mere dagger for protection. "Before I use this to kill you, you will tell me how you know me!"

"Now you make demands?" He laughed at her.

"Shall I act like a diplomat and say 'please'?" She spit out the words.

K'Hare still looking highly amused replied, "All in due time. That is not the lesson for today." Then in a mocking voice he said, "You have a blade... you want to kill me... don't you know how to use it?"

Q'olavraH actually chuckled though it was not a sound of mirth, "I will have to tell him that you are a teacher too." she shook her head, unsure of the situation or what action she should take. Her curiosity, her need to find out what this was about overriding the need to kill this imposter for now.

K'Hare sighed, "So the tales of your weapons skill were exaggerated... "

"Where is your weapon?" she asked, clearly her voice said that the reason she hesitated should be obvious.

"You are holding it. If that was not where I wanted it, it would not be there." K'Hare replied.

Q'olavraH frowned briefly and then decided to attack. Her decision was so quick that she was moving before the thought was fully formulated. She saw an opening, and a way to roll away with minimal damage for another try if it didn't work, so she took it.

As the blade thrust through the air, she saw that victory would be hers almost immediately and then from no where his hand came up, he moved impossibly fast, somehow he had grabbed the blade, the same as he had her betleH before, and stopped it, his other hand came from no-where and landed square in her chest, sending her flying backward into the wall.

Her head bounced off the wall. She felt her body slide down the wall as blackness began to slide into her mind. She fought to hold on, her eyes closed, her breath rasping in and out as her lungs tried to fill after having every ounce of air forcibly knocked out of them.

She heard footsteps and fought to listen for a little longer. The voice of the small Klingon student came to her, "We are nearly at Klach D'kel Brakt, and we are earlier than expected."

K'Hare's voice then, "Idiot! Make sure she is unconscious!" then the sound of someone slapping someone else, then a disruptor shot and no more as blackness engulfed her.

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Re: Intruder alert!
« Reply #10 on: Feb 15^th, 2005, 10:50pm »

JP by Q'ol and Khoal

ON: Cell

Q'olavraH awoke to see Khoal leaning over her, looking concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked, and then began checking her over as she began assessing the damage herself.

"I feel strange from the stun... and it feels as if they just threw me in here." Q'olavraH tensed and untensed her muscles, checking for pain. "My head hit the wall, and the petaQ threw me into the wall with strength you would not believe. I think he may have cracked a rib or two from the back." She sat up and waited for the room to stop spinning before she let Khoal help her to her feet so she could move around and try to work some of the pain out of her body.

Khoal pointed to the food tray. "We should take turns resting so one of us can be on watch at all times."

Q'ol nodded to him that his plan was a good one, "I have eaten. I think it is safe to assume we are being monitored."

Khoal agreed as they both paced the small room, he looking for a weakness they could exploit, she trying to work off the effects of the stun and the beating she just took.

She told him briefly about what had occurred when they took her, the speed of this K'Hare's attack, the strange armor and weapon and about K'Hare's ears.

Khoal listened, one eyebrow arched with a 'huh?' look on his face, a clear sign that his formidable intellect was working on what she had told him. "I do not know K'Hare very well, I had dinner with him once. By reputation, I think he might find the fact that this K'Hare has pointed ears more insulting than being impersonated."

Q'ol could do nothing but chuckle at that, "I believe you might be correct."

Khoal thought for a while longer then said, "I can think of no way for us to communicate privately."

She nodded. "Nor can I. I am certain when the time comes for action, no communication will be needed." There was a trace of anger carefully held in check in her voice, and no mistaking the look in her eye that said very clearly that they would get out of this.

After Khoal did another complete walk around the room he said, "I have now checked twice. I don't see any visual or audio recorders but it would be easy enough to listen through the metal of the ship. Something could be on the ceiling... but earlier I tried tossing one of the utensils at it and saw no signs of holograms or other high tech concealment."

Now it was her turn to arch a brow in interest. "Just because it is not visible, does not mean it is not there." With hand signals she made a question, *worth risk?* meaning was it worth the risk of communicating with the clipped sign that Klingons used in battle, in his opinion.

Khaol said "When in doubt, act." After another glance around he asked, "So... what is this all about? Why are we here, and why aren't we dead?"

Q'olavraH shrugged, pulling her mind away from the fact that she has a double, or had one, since this K'Hare kept saying how he missed her. "Evidently there is a reason, a purpose for ... I do not even know if this one is called K'Hare ... them to have taken us. The one who looks like K'Hare seems to be the one in command. "

Khoal settled against the wall at an angle to hers so they could talk, "We encountered the dead ship. Your presence was requested. Once the combat started I assumed he asked for you as a hostage, to make the b.. ship hesitate. But he could have killed us. He could have left us there. I suppose I understand why I wasn't killed on impulse, and you, if hostage taking was his intent, but what would that serve? And why not kill me and leave the other behind in my place if that was the intent? Why attack the other ship? What am I missing?”

He stopped and turned to her. “I just thought of something. The other me... he is wearing that armor so we haven't seen his ears. But K'Hare's look Romulan. If my double has Romulan ears, who would notice the difference but my mother? Why would my double need to wear the armor to cover up his ears? It must be for something else."

Q'olavraH sat down with her back against the wall. "When they took me I asked him how he knows me... since he keeps saying he's missed things that I do. When I asked he said "that is not the lesson for today". I wonder what it is he wants to teach me?" She decided maybe filling in some detail would help them figure out what was happening here. "The armor obviously enhances his fighting skill, even more than the fact of the Romulan blood he must have."

"Does that mean something? The lesson for today?" Khoal asked.

"I would very much like to know that myself. He made a reference to 'missing me', and he acts as if he knows me or knew me. I can only speculate that I too have or had a double. What he wishes to 'teach' me and why I have no idea. After he hit me and I hit the wall, before I lost consciousness I heard the small student of K'Hare's, Ing I think it is, tell this K'Hare that they were heading for Klach D'kel Brakt." She sighed, stretching again, the discomfort of her ribs helped by the motion and the support that the wall gave her back.

"So... maybe he is here for you. A double for everyone?" Khoal's eyes went wide. "We need to find out more about this ship and I'd kill for a Hoqra'."

"I agree. At this point I would kill someone to get you one. I wonder if they will take you?" Q'ol mused.

Khoal replied, "They don't seem to have an interest in me... and you said he has more to teach you."

"I believe he is trying to break me, not teach me. I can learn nothing from being overpowered by an enemy that I already knew was stronger due to advantages I did not possess. All I learned was that next time I will not attack, no matter how he goads me." She chuckled "That skill I already possessed." Some thought or memory danced in her eyes for a moment and then was gone to be replaced by the simmering anger.

They decided to take turns resting and Khoal made Q'ol take the first sleep since he had slept more recently, and he figured with his greater stamina due to his heritage it only made sense, he easily saw that she was in some discomfort over the injuries gained at her meeting with this K'Hare.

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« Reply #11 on: Feb 15^th, 2005, 11:21pm »

Some time later, Q'ol awoke to a light tapping on the bottom of her boot. She did not move, or change her breathing pattern, just awoke while pretending to remain asleep. She could still feel the effects of the stun, though they were much less than the last time she was awake. She heard 'Khoal's' voice from the doorway saying, "Get up. Come with me."

Then she heard Khoal's voice from near her feet say simply, "No."

Again the voice from the doorway, "Get up or die!"

Again Khoal's voice from near her feet said, "Why? You will kill me anyway. Why should I aid you?"

Q'olavraH opened one eye slightly, watching as the other Khoal, clad in the strange armor, stepped into the room. "Where there is life, there is hope?" he said mockingly then stuck Khoal with the end of the disruptor and zapped him. Khoal rolled away from the weapon, then grabbed the weapon behind the tip and pulled on it.

The other Khoal however clearly had an advantage in strength, probably from being more rested. He also had the advantage of leverage since he was on his feet. As they both pulled at the weapon the end made a bzzzzting noise, but it was not in contact with Khoal, and so was causing him no harm.

Q'olavraH saw her chance and took it. She quickly rolled and grabbed other Khoal's feet, then tried to stand to knock him off balance. Other Khoal reached back to punch her, and then, as if in slow motion, all of them realize that he has let go of his grip on the weapon with one hand.

Khoal, with a burst of energy ripped the weapon out of other Khoal's hand while Q'olavraH wrestled with the armor clad male. She was surprised by his strength and it made her wonder about Khoal and his strength. But her tactic was enough of a distraction and finding an opening Khoal stuck the tip of the weapon against other’s side where a gap was created in the armor by Q'olavraH trying to subdue him.

The weapon made a Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt! sound and the armor clad Khoal toppled over.

Q'olavraH and Khoal looked at each other. "Are you all right?" Q'olavraH asked Khoal.

"I am alive. That is all that is required." Khoal answered, trying to shake the effect of the stun off.

Q'olavraH began stripping the armor off of the other Khoal. The real Khoal was groggy but tried to help as much as he could.

"See here? The breeches are like ours only the fastenings are slightly different, a small lip here where there should be a hook, and the undertunic is a different material than we wear," she said, her fingers testing the fabric of the undertunic and then testing the strength.

"This armor gives them some sort of advantage" she said, examining it as Khoal began stripping out of his own clothes.

She pulled the armored tunic off of the other Khoal and examined his ears. "His ears are the same as yours.. " She began putting Khoal's clothing on the other Khoal, while Khoal began donning the armor she had stripped off of the other Khoal.

Khoal pointed at the other's side, "He does not have my birthmark."

Q'olavraH studied the spot on them both and then she looked at Khoal's right foot. "But he has the same mark here, on his foot and you do not."

Khoal finished putting on the armor then helped her finish dressing the 'other'. Khaol grabbed the 'other's' hand and studied his own hand and his double's hand or a few minutes, with Q'ol watching.

"Our hand prints are similar, but our finger prints are different. There might be some similarity that I see, but I would have to run an in depth comparison." he finally said.

Q'ol could not help but grin a little. "We will have to make certain you get a chance later to do just that."

Khoal took the weapon and studied it for a moment, and then zapped the 'other' to make certain he was out and would stay that way, then he handed the weapon to Q'olavraH and then checked the sheathed blade at his side, a Daqtagh with a slight curve, waiting for her orders.

Q'ol studied the Disruptor. It was much like a normal one, slightly bulkier and with an extra button that made the end zap.

"We need to find a computer terminal." Q'olavraH said, moving past Khoal and into the guard room, then to the lift, Khoal right behind her. "Possibly the safest one would be the one in the medbay."

Khoal nodded agreement and they entered the lift as the door slid open for them. They waited, but the door would not close. They exchanged a look, then Khoal frowned and looked around but there were no obvious controls.

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« Reply #12 on: Feb 15^th, 2005, 11:54pm »

Q'olavraH leaned toward Khoal and whispered, "Before he spoke Romulan and said deck 4 to get to the mess"

Khoal nodded and thought for a moment, then he said in Romulan "Deck 2", the doors closed and the lift began moving, then when they opened it was on the same deck that Q'ol had come to before.

She looked at Khoal with a confused look, then they both heard the sound of someone at the table cursing, or eating, or both. Q'olavraH and Khoal both went on guard, but neither of them moved to exit the lift. Why had it brought them here? Had she heard wrong before? No! She knew enough Romulan to know that she had heard the 'other' say four, and Khoal had just said two.. she knew it. What did this mean?

The door did not close as they waited. Q'ol knew that the person at the table had probably heard the door slide open, so they needed to do something. She motioned for Khoal to go out and impersonate the 'other' Khoal while she waited for him to come back so they could try the lift again.

Khoal nodded and exited, moving around the corner toward the aft where they heard the other person. Q'olavraH moved out and flattened herself against the wall, waiting. She heard K'Hare's voice say, "Well? What is it?"

Khoal said "The prisoners are still unconscious."

K'Hare barked, "I told you to bring the other prisoner here! Now!"

Q'ol heard what sounded like a piece of ripe fruit hitting something and then falling to the floor. Then the doors to the lift slid shut. She frowned but did not move from where she waited.

Khoal came around the corner with fruit juice dripping from a spot on the armor. He stepped to the lift, Q'ol joining him silently, but the doors did not open. They waited a moment and then Khoal began rubbing his hand along the wall around the lift, looking for a hidden button, or some way to open the lift door. Q'ol helped but neither of them could find a way to open the door.

Q'ol motioned for Khoal to say 'open' in Romulan. Khoal whispers the word, but nothing happens, so then he says in Romulan, "Open" in a normal voice... but nothing happens.

The two exchanged a quick look when they heard K'Hare say "What was that? Did someone..." and then the sound of him pushing back from the table.

Q'olavraH quickly moved away from where K'Hare is coming from, Khoal at her heels. They rounded the corner and entered the door that led to the head, the door slid shut and they waited. When the door did not open after a few moments, they exchanged a glance.

Q'ol whispered, "If he was looking for anyone, he would have looked in here. It is probably safe. "

Khoal nodded then stepped up to activate the door. When it slid open, K'Hare was standing right there, he looked a bit surprised and took a couple of steps toward the aft of the ship, keeping his back away from them. "Well... this is unexpected..."

Q'olavraH had the Disruptor pointed at K'Hare, Khaol drew the blade and then continued to follow K'Hare as he backed up. K'Hare did not draw his dagger, nor did he wear a disruptor. Q'ol frowned slightly.

"I believe you shall answer some questions now." She was cautious, but fairly certain that the advantage was with Khoal and her, yet something is not right.

K'Hare just smiled at her.

Q'olavraH aimed the Disruptor at him, thinking it would motivate him to speak, but K'Hare feinted and attack, and she pulled the trigger on impulse, the disruptor made a dead clicking sound and Q'olavraH growled and even though she knew it wouldn't work she pulled the trigger a couple more times.

K'Hare laughed.

Q'olavraH still figured they had an advantage, Khoal had some of the weird armor and he had Romulan blood, so she hoped he was stronger than an average Klingon and at least a match for this K'Hare. She threw the gun at K'Hare's head, hoping to distract him so they could both attack.

K'Hare only ducks and laughs again.

Angry but not at all scared or intimidated Q'olavraH growled at him, "Why are you here?! What do you want?!"

K'Hare lunged at them, taunting them with another feint.

Thinking he was stalling so others could have time to get there, Q'ol gave Khoal a minute signal and then moved forward to attack. As Khoal took a step forward K'Hare hit a button on his belt and Q'olavraH heard a loud ZZZzzzzzzzzt! from Khoal.

Committed to her attack, Q'ol did not slow, K'Hare was moving toward here and they collided forcefully, the impact sending Q'olavraH bouncing backward and into the wall behind her. She was stunned by the impact.

K'Hare smiled a smile that she did not like the look of, "Nothing happens on this ship that I do not know about. He took a step forward and swung, she barely got her arm up to block the punch, but her block was no where near strong enough to completely block him, she merely blunted the impact somewhat.

He took another step in and with a powerful left to her jaw knocked her into blackness. Her last thought was that he had been ready for them, he had known, he was not just saying it to make them think it.

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« Reply #13 on: Feb 16^th, 2005, 12:07am »

Q'olavraH again awoke, this time she was on a bed. She opened her eyes, several things coming to her attention all at once. She was naked and covered by a large fur. Her eyes settled first on K'Hare, he was fully clothed at a computer console, reading. She then let her eyes quickly take in the room. It was spartan, the quarters of a HoD on a bI'rel, but the room was layed out exactly opposite of how it would be on a normal bI'rel.

She began assessing her body. She had not been assaulted, other than the attack that knocked her out.

Why was she naked? Some psychological game? He would learn quickly enough that it would not work with her. She did not know how things worked where he was from, but she had been sharing barracks with male and female warriors for to long to worry about being nude in front of anyone of the opposite sex.

Q'ol threw the fur off and quickly spied her own clothing, folded neatly beside the foot of the bed. She stood and moved to her things and began getting dressed. Why would he bring her here, undress her and put her in his bed to recover consciousness? He had not physically assaulted her while she was out, of that she was certain, she would know.

As she dressed, she knew he was aware of her, yet he did not react in any way that she could see. She finished dressing and stomped into her boots, then settled on the bunk to wait. She had no intention of getting flattened again before she got some answers. She would get some answers this time.

She waited while K'Hare continued to read from the monitor. Her eyes moved to a larger monitor mounted on the wall, over a large barrel of bloodwine. On it was a view of a planet, the same view the meH would get if they were in orbit of a planet.

She moved her eyes to the screen he was reading, but it appeared blank to her. She was tensing and untensing her muscles, getting them warm while her eyes moved back to the veiw of the planet. It looked familiar, but the atmosphere was so dirty that it was hard to make out any continents. It appeared as if this planet had been bombarded from space. If anyone survives on the surface, they probably did not get much sunlight.

There was a betleH rack with a betleH hanging on it above where K'Hare sat. Against anyone else she would give herself an equal chance to get it but he had clocked her twice when she did the right thing... and she knew his armor has a shocky thing in the palm.

She studied the betleH from where she sat. There was a symbol on it much like the symbol she had seen on the barrel of bloodwine that the real K'Hare had shared with her, what seemed like so long ago. Inside the symbol, a tre-foil that the bottom pointies were wings on, is the word QanwI' in the center. Under it are smaller words that she can not make out, but she can guess what they might be.

She moves her eyes back to K'Hare, he is still reading from the monitor.

"Where is Khoal?" She finally said.

K'Hare turned in the chair and looked at her with what on K'Hare would be amusement, but it looks wrong on this face with those ears. He removed the red colored glasses that he was wearing and hit a key on the console, turning it off.

"He is well enough. I think the real Khoal might wish to pay him back for the abuse he took during your... ‘escape’." K'Hare said.

"And I suppose you are the 'real' K'Hare." she said with an arched eyebrow and a mocking look.

"Ah... so you do understand" K'Hare said.

Q'olavraH laughed. She could not help it. "So what happened to the 'real' me?" she asked.

"She is dead. The specifics are unimportant." He replied.

"That is a tale I would like to hear, the 'specifics' of the death of ... the real me." That brow is still arched upward as if she almost can't believe she is having this conversation.

"Really... hmmmm" he said, thinking.

She hoped that this K'Hare was enough like the real one that he could not pass up the telling of a tale if it might teach someone something. As she watched, the display on the big monitor changed. She looked at it, it must be a feed from the bridge because now it was an infrared view of the planet and she could see the shapes of the continents, and hot spots where some weapon of mass destruction had caused extreme devastation.

K'Hare said, "Maybe if you behave I might tell you the tale."

Q'olavraH fought not to show her shock as she recognizes that the planet is Klach D'kel Brakt and the largest hotspot would have been where the K'brd'lok lands and home were. As she studied the image more carefully she saw that there was a lot of older damage to the planet, years old that was not supposed to be there. This was not THE KDB... not her KDB.

K'Hare watched her, gauging her reactions.

"I will behave as the warrior I am." She said, continuing to study the image, something clicking her mind, a report she had read some time ago about alternate universes. Her eyes widen slightly when her mind grasps onto this knowledge.

K'Hare chuckled.

Q'olavraH looked from the screen to him, "You find my statement funny? Certainly if you knew 'me' so well, then you do not expect 'ME' to act as less than I am?"

K'Hare said "You are a copy. An attractive one... so alike I have to remind myself you are not who you are. But a copy you are and so there are differences. Some great, some subtle... some that only someone that knew you would see."

The console beeped and he put the glasses back on and hit a key, but did not turn away from Q'ol. She heard something and realized they had audio in them. "Good. Do one more scan then leave orbit. ... Yes, there. Out." K'Hare said.

"Has it occurred to you that perhaps SHE was the copy, that perhaps YOU are the copy of the real K'Hare?" Her eyes shifted back to the screen for a moment, and she told herself that the KDB she sees on her screen is not the real one.

He laughs and stands up. He grabs a tankard and filled it, holding it toward her, questioning. "Of course it has. It is all a matter of perspective. But he is weak. His victories pale."

He hits a key on the monitor and turns it off. "I was hoping you'd recognize it before you understood. Oh well, one less lesson for me."

"He is not weak, he is honorable, something not in evidence in anything I've seen of you so far." She takes the drink but waits till he gets his own and takes a drink before she drinks.

"Honor! Ha! Your primitive notion lacks subtlety. What you call honor is a weight that holds you down. It is way you have accomplished so little. Why you fear the humans." He said.

Q'olavraH snorted but did not respond. If he did not realize that the Klingons in her universe were not afraid of Humans, then maybe what she had heard of his universe was correct. The Terran Empire had put fear into many before the Klingon/Cardassian Alliance had crushed it. Q'olavraH would not confirm, nor deny his thoughts on this matter.

She finished her drink and set the tankard on the small ledge at the head of the bed, then she stood. Her eyes were on the betleH that hung behind him, she made a subtle move toward him and was gratified to see him shift in his seat to prepare for her attack.

She stepped back and smiled, glad to prove that she has some control of the situation. In the time she had been that one step closer she had been able to read the small words etched under the larger QanwI'. Me'qal S'tev Qa'Ho'tIn. The house name QanwI' was across the point of the tre-foil. She again noted that the two points on the bottom were shaped like wings, just like on the label of the special brew.

Q'ol studied the Klingon/Romulan hybrid that was this K'Hare. "Who is Qa'Ho'tIn?"

K'Hare looked at her as if she was an idiot, as if the answer should be self evident.

"How did your Q'olavraH die?" So many questions, to few answers.

"I will tell you the story, but you must tell me something in return." he said.

"I want to know the strengths, the weaknesses, the secrets of one Klingon." he said.

Her eyes burned with defiance, "I will not betray K'Hare!"

He laughed, "I care little about him."

She thought for a second, "K'rahl! I will not betray him. You will not get me to betray the Empire I serve!"

"I think you might reconsider... the one I want to know about, is ta'pez." he answered.

She blinked in disbelief. "Why do you want to know about him? He is nothing."

"I am interested in the differences... consider it research. I picked him because of the irony... after all, you want to know how you died... and it was him that killed the real you." K'Hare stated.

"Undoubtedly in a most dishonorable fashion. That is all I really know of ta'pez, he seems to lack any sense of honor. As for his secrets, I do not listen to gossip, nor do I particularly seek information on him or his house." While she tried to sound calm, it was obvious that this information bothered her.

"Surely there is something... one bit of information for the other. How does your ta'pez hold onto his power? He seems unremarkable otherwise." He said, taking a drink from the mug he had just refilled.

"There is one thing... but it is just a rumor." She settled on the edge of the bunk again.

He looks suspicious. "What?"

"It is just a rumor. You will just say it has earned me nothing... and I want my story." Q'ol stated, crossing he arms over her chest.

"Tell me this rumor... on your honor, that it is as true as you know it, and I will give you your story." he said.

"K'Hare... the one you say knows nothing... well he knows something you don't. He knows ta'pez's power. He says ta'pez can anticipate his opponent in an unfair way... as if he knows what they are thinking." She said, defiance in her eyes. She knew that K'Hare could find a way to beat this 'other', and she hoped her jab at him would make this one somehow want to confront the real K'Hare, so she and Khoal could find a way to escape.

K'Hare looked doubtful, "It is not possible... but it would explain so much."

He sat thinking for a few moments and then refilled his mug and began to pace as he started telling the story.

"I was put in charge of the Emperor’s tournament last year. The tournament is a way for Warrior's to come together and pay tribute to the Emperor." The inflection in his voice and the look in his eyes made it very clear to Q'olavraH that he did not like the Emperor.

As he paced, she forgot that this was not her K'Hare and got caught up in the telling of it, even reaching to dip her mug from where she sat on the edge of the bunk, and sip from it.

"The tournament was going well. Many warriors from everywhere were there. When the final match came, Q'olavraH faced ta'pez. She was glorious! So much defiance and fire in her, even when he outskilled her and she knew the end was near, she never wavered, never begged him for her life. He cut at her, little by little, and then killed her." He sounded so bitter.

Q'olavraH knew there was more to this story. She took a sip from her mug as he swigged down what was left in his. His manner, his voice and the inflection of it was so much like the real K'Hare she almost wanted to find a way to take away the hurt that she saw, but then she reminded herself that this was not her friend. This was an enemy.

He slammed the mug on the console, clearly he was now in a bad mood, then he punched a button and called for Khoal to come and take Q'olavraH back to the cell. K'Hare paced like a caged animal until Khoal came and pointed Q'olavraH out of the room and pointed the way to the lift.

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« Reply #14 on: Feb 16^th, 2005, 12:39am »

Once they were in the lift, in Romulan Khoal said, "Deck 3." The door opened and they exited the lift into the hallway. Q'ol turned to him before she entered. "Why are you here? What do you want?"

"You will find out very soon." He replied cryptically then pointed at the door to the guardroom outside the cell, "Now, go."

Q'ol snorted and tossed her hair then she went, muttering something about pointed eared males being nothing but a pain in the aft.

Khaol told the guard on duty to go and eat, as soon as the guard was gone he looked at Q'ol and said, "I will be out here in case there is any trouble."

He points into the cell and she goes, thinking that was an odd thing for him to say. Khoal was seated cross-legged on the floor. When the door slid shut he waved for her to come closer.

Q'ol approached him and crouched. He said, "We are being listened in on but it is passive. As long as we aren't to loud, they can't hear it."

Q'ol nodded.

"The Khoal here is part of the resistance. So were you. He told me a lot. Too much to tell. We mind melded. I can do the same to you but only if you are willing." he said.

Q'olavraH shrank back. Someone reading her mind! As a Klingon she hated that thought, though she had been around many Federation aliens, even Vulcans and had learned a little about such things. She looked repulsed as she said, "I suppose this is the only way to convey the information quickly without alerting anyone else?" If it was the only way, she would allow it.

"It is the best way to get the most information to you in the least amount of time." Khoal said.

Q'olavraH sat down, "What do I have to do?" She did not want to do this, but if it meant escape, then she was willing.

"Will you know all of my secrets if we do this?" She was half joking, half serious. She did not know Khoal well and even though she felt he was trustworthy, there were things she would not want others to know.

"I will not try to gain them, but you may see something that reminds you of something you would not share and remember it. I cannot prevent that. But if I tried to take something from you, you would know, you would fight it, and the meld would break." He replied. "What you remember while we are connected, I will see as if I remembered it. And vice versa."

She nodded, "Very well then... I am ready."

"Breathe slowly." He put his hand on the female's face on her katra points. And recited "My mind to your mind. Your mind to my mind. Our minds are one... we are one.... "

Suddenly she was remembering when she was a child, she was with a pack of other children, running outside on an M class world. How odd that she would think of it as an M class world... That must be the influence of the academy, now she was training and she sees an instructor from the academy and.........

She heard Khoal's voice in her head "FOCUS!"

She was running in a field with the kids again and the dinner bell had been rung. They were all coming inside from a long day of playing. As she reached the house, it looked like a standard Klingon house, but different, more structured, the children all slowed down and they each went in, one at a time.

Some of the children have pointed ears, but this is a Klingon house. It is the last day. Tomorrow is the day she leaves for the academy, for training. Everyone sits down for a big, festive meal.

There are all of her favorite foods, heart of targh, qagh, stewed bokrat liver... and some Romulan dishes as well, but that is fine, because she likes Romulan food and has been eating it her whole life.

Her best friend is crying. The friend is the same age, but she cannot go to the academy, because girls can't go.

The next course is served by the women. The women are not allowed to be warriors, so of course it makes sense that they should do all of the menial tasks.

Suddenly she is older and discussing the injustice of this. She will graduate from the academy very soon and the subject came up. The rebellion and how women are trying to get full warrior status. Everyone knows that many males have taught their women how to fight so that they can protect the houses. It is a secret that no one talks about.

Women do demonstrations and it has become a form of subversive entertainment, watching women fight.

Q'olavraH realized she was seeing the 'other' Khoal's memories. He thought that women should be equals, but he can't tell anyone.

She remembered going home to see his best friend from so long ago... they were out in the woods, running around where they did as kids and she wanted to spar, to see how good she was, and she surprises me... as we fight she got the upper hand, and then..

Q'ol was beating her brothers and they were getting mad at her as she continued to fend them off and give them small wounds for their trouble.

The joy of victory overcame her and she remembered standing over her brother who isn't and being mad for what he said and then realizing he is hurt. As she looked at his face she saw him looking down at her laughing at having beaten her again. Even without using the electrifying power of the armor, he wins easily. He should be emperor... it is a shame he can't make the challenge.

She thinks he might agree with the gender rebellion but his loyalty to the Empire won't let him... there has always been talk about that House. Then he thinks about the science of what she did and Q'ol got all confused by the complexity of it... Q'olavraH was all confused and while Khoal tries to focus on the scenes, and not the science babble she wonders at the clarity of it all... it is like she is there... even more vivid than a memory... she suddenly understands what a trained Vulcan mind can do when reviewing their own memories... and she involuntarily withdraws, realizing that this is not the real Khoal, it is the 'other'!

She felt calm enter her mind then and she stopped 'running' away. The vision got fuzzy like she was in a cloud and then a breeze came and blew away the mist and she and Khoal were sitting facing each other on a cloud.

"This is a slower way to share, but it can be helpful to those not used to melding." he said.

"Did you and Khoal meld?" she asked.

"Yes, Khoal and we melded." He said.

"Was the other Q'ol the leader of the rebellion?" she asked.

"No, it is led by the sister of the Emperor. She who found the way into the other reality. She learned quickly, learned too quickly and became a martyr to the cause." he replied. "We think she hoped it would sway K'Hare. It made him angry, but he still serves the Empire more than the Emperor."

"What of K'rahl?" she asked, wondering what he was like here in this universe. Had she and K'rahl met and mated here? Had he been honorable here, or was his honor a matter of convenience? She tried to pull her mind away from the pain of what had happened at the last betleH tournament but could not. The wound was still open and raw. The more she learned about K'rahl's family, his grandsire in particular, the more she wondered if what she had done was what was right for her.

“The military leader of the rebellion? He is dead but why would you... oh, we understand.”

The memory of their mating was brought fresh up and the Q’olavraH half of the mind quickly filed it away. This was something she did not want to share but she knew the other had already remembered it, along with her memories of the loss of her faith in the honor of the one who was supposed to be the closest to her.

"What of our counterpart? We know she was killed by ta'pez, but what was her connection to K'Hare?" the Q'olavraH voice asked.

Q'olavraH Sogh la'

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