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K'rahl Son of Kur'rk
CO USS Lakota
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MorloQ
CO IKS naQbaSwep
a Dropship of IKS meH'Haj
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K'Trol Son of K'brd'Lok
Klingon Ambassador
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K'rahl had decided to travel to XFY for the Tournament after both his Mate and his Father had already left Starbase Bravo. The Lakota was not ready for such a journey so he needed to arrange alternate travel.
Walking through the station he was aware of how few Klingon ships were available. Almost all Klingon vessels that had links with Bravo Fleet had already set out. He looked to his companions.
"We must request use of one of the vessels here." K'rahl said.
"The Hegh leng?" Kagh asked hopefully.
"Cousin is busy." K'jut said, referring to K'rap'Tor.
Ka'mar'Ka looked disappointed, he too had hoped to again pilot the Hegh leng.
"There are other craft here, K'Trol has access to a b'rel." K'rahl suggested.
"The meH''Iw is on patrol." K'jut interceded.
"Then we charter a civilian!" K'rahl announced.
His companions looked from one to another. A trip on a Federation Civilian transport was not something they looked forward to.
"Wait..." K'jut said, raising a hand.
Ahead of them three warriors wearing weHwI' insignia were entering a bar.
"What are they doing here?" he indicated the weHwI' just as the door closed behind them.
The others were not certain who they were but K'rahl took the tone of K'jut to indicate they were of some interest.
The four cousins walked towards the bar the three weHwI' had entered. As K'rahl opened the door the weHwI' were the most obvious thing he saw. For one they were the only other Klingons present, the size of the one on the left matched Kagh, the female who was stood on the right of the group had meH'Haj emblem on her uniform and in the centre of the group was MorloQ.
MorloQ saw K'rahl and his cousins enter the bar and grinned widely.
"Bloodwine for the 'ech and his cousins!" he shouted out.
His own companions turned to look at the newcomers and 'angHpu' scowled directly at Kagh. lI'lab grinned slightly, she found both K'jut and Ka'mar'Ka attractive. Both knew that given their affiliations with Ta'pez a fight was possible, though less likely with K'rahl being present.
"The meH'Haj is not here." K'rahl stated. It was clearly more than a statement, it was a challenge to the right of MorloQ and his colleagues to be present at all.
"The naQbaSwep is." MorloQ explained.
K'rahl glanced at K'jut.
"Collecting various items for the meH'Haj..." K'jut confirmed, lowering the Hoqra he had used to check this detail.
"You return to the meH'Haj soon?" K'rahl asked.
"Tomorrow morning." MorloQ was happy to confirm, there was nothing K'jut could not have discovered had he been ordered to do so.
"You will take me to XFY." Again it was a statement.
MorloQ maintained a measured expression. He could not refuse a direct command from K'rahl.
"Prepare your ship, how many can you carry with current load?"
MorloQ thought over the answer carefully, he could restrict how many K'brd'Loq warriors he carried but if he quoted fewer than K'rahl adjudged could use the space he would simply increase the figure. Truth was required.
"For the distance, I would say 6 or 7." MorloQ stated.
K'rahl nodded. "My group will be ready."
The four p'Dra'on turned and left the bar.
Walking through the base they soon entered Whitehall. K'rahl separated from his cousins and entered the Klingon Embassy alone. He breezed past the security and the Aides, they knew better to interfere with K'rahl. He walked straight to the Ambassador's door.
"Ah, K'rahl," K'Trol said as he entered.
"I have come to inform you I have decided to go to the Tournament after all." K'rahl said.
"You have decided?" K'Trol asked. "You decided before to go, then not to go. When will you decide again not to go?"
K'rahl heard the patient tone his Grandsire was using and he knew he was being talked down to. He never liked being talked down to, not by anyone, however K'Trol was one of the few he had to accept this from.
"And your command?" K'Trol asked.
"I will leave that for the XO to deal with..."
"No." K'Trol said simply.
"You are refusing me permission to go?" K'rahl could not keep the indignation from his voice.
"No, I am not refusing you permission to go." K'Trol said. "I am withdrawing you from the Officer Exchange Program. You are hear by relieved of command and returned to KDF duty. You may go to XFY for the duration of this Tourney and will then report to the K'brd'Lok Compound on Klach d'kel Brakt."
K'rahl was stunned and furious at the same time. "Withdrawn from the Officer Exchange? Relieved of command?" he bellowed.
K'Trol sprang forward and struck the larger, much younger, warrior in the throat. The blow was so firm and delivered so deftly that K'rahl instantly ceased breathing. For moments he gasped, unable to take in any air.
"You have been no use to the Federation since the murder of K'tarsh. If anything your usefulness has determined almost completely in your current role. You will do as I say or I shall strip you of your rank as well!"
K'rahl cared little of rank. Yet he knew that if he angered his Grandsire further his standing in the House itself could be jeopardized. This he could not risk.
"It will be as you command, My Lord!" he managed to say as his breath returned.
"I will be placing Milpang HoD in your place. I am sure the Federation will find him an acceptable replacement for you." K'Trol was clearly dismissing him.
K'rahl turned and left without a further word. He was furious but also powerless, a dangerous combination.
K'jut saw him approaching before the others did. He quickly indicated the mood of their leader to the others.
"K'jut, transfer all my personal staff and you three to my autonomous command in the KDF. Get everything we own off the Lakota!" He looked at them all. "You two go with him. Get everyone off as quickly as possible, leave those Klingons that are not directly mine." He continued to walk, away from his cousins, dismissing them from his presence.
"Autonomous command?" K'jut was stunned as much as the others.
++ The next morning ++
There was only enough room on the naQbaSwep for K'rahl, K'jut, Kagh, Ka'mar'Ka and four Shieldmaidens. The rest of the holding bay was occupied by crates, all unmarked.
"Those..." MorloQ indicated the crates, "are the personal property of My Lord."
K'rahl frowned. He might dislike MorloQ but the feelings he had for the one that held his leash were deeper than dislike.
"The vessel is yours, MorloQ. Unless any threat appears towards the Empire, My House or myself and my companions you know I will respect the correct protocol. Do not try me further."
MorloQ was satisfied with the slight he had been able to get away with, he had no wish to anger any of the p'Dra'on he now found himself to be ferrying to XFY.
"Very well, the rest of this area is yours to relax in as you will." There was barely enough room for the eight warriors to sit, it would be an uncomfortable journey.
++ After a very uncomfortable journey for the p'Dra'on party ++
=/\= "IKS naQbaSwep to XFY, this is MorloQ ne' requesting permission to dock. Transmitting identity codes, including passenger details." =/\=
tbc...
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