Dhivael
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Commodore of TF38's Task Group Beta
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Dhivael's blade came to a halt. A large gash had appeared on the chest of the klingon she had been fighting. Six feet away, a Bat'leth still shook, the vibrations causing a ringing in the room.
She pulled back and respectfully bowed to her opponent. It was a discrace to him she was sure as a Romulan had defeated a klingon with his own weapons.
He spit back. Dhivael almost raised the blade to lop off his head, but decided against it, it would be better to make him live with his disgrace.
She stepped out of the ring, the challenge having been won.
<<43 min later>>
Dhivael stepped into the drinking establishment, having changed back into her uniform and showered. the server came over. "Water." she ordered. The male behind the bar glared, probably angry that she was not drinking anything, but the commodore knew that it was in her best interests not having any of the lingering effects of bloodwine or romulan ale in her for the next round. Jasen Pepper. She knew the name well. The battle would be a good one, and both would respect one another despite the outcome.
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A Romulan's win. (Read 500 times)
