Falco_Tauvits
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BlueMan
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Tauvits winced repeatedly as he watched the match. He had been interested in seeing how this would pan out the moment he'd seen the two names drawn against each other. O'Donnell, and his fighting, reminded him heavily of how he himself had performed the previous year - a competent warrior reduced to average status by the sheer brilliance of other contestants nevertheless succeeding beyond what would be expected by... unorthodox tactics.
He could not bring himself to side against Ta'pez in this match, however he had a slightly more neutral standpoint than those about him seemed to. O'Donnell was doing well for himself, and although Tauvits did not strictly approve of the methods he employed, he could not quite condemn the man after his own performance last year.
This year, he had fought better, with much more respect for the competition. But what did he have to show for it? Precious little. And O'Donnell, with his fighting style many disapproved of, had a place in the final, a shot at the championship, and had just taken down the man who had won twice in a row, had even beaten Tauvits himself. For all the Klingons ranted and raved about honour, he wasn't sure that material indulgences were the root of all evil, as many seemed to suggest.
The previous year, Tauvits had criticised himself for his own fighting style, and lost the match against Ta'pez in a manner of which he could be proud. It had gone against his nature as a sportsman to shift the boundaries of the match for his own success. But since then, Tauvits had found himself in situations where he had been fighting for his life with a betleH in his hands, and then he had not been about to stop and consider if his fighting technique was 'fair'. He had fought, he had killed, and he had won. And if he had fought like that in the arena, he would have been booed as O'Donnell was being right now.
Different environments, different mindsets, but the skills and the simple, brutal fact of fighting remained the same. To an extent, Tauvits considered the Klingons to be lucky. Fight with honour, live with honour, die with honour, and they had Sto'Vo'Kor to go to after they died.
Tauvits didn't have a Sto'Vo'Kor. Just people - more people than he would have guessed, when he truly considered it - who might miss him when he died. A gap. A failure.
Maybe, for Klingons, the failure was in acting dishonourably. But Tauvits didn't know if his current lifestyle left room for honour, not if he wanted success - and success meant saving lives. If honour would cause death, then honour would cause failure.
Then again, this was just a single darned match in the tournament, and something he was pondering far too much. And it was true; the arena was not the field of battle. His fencing teachers from his youth would have ripped apart O'Donnell's performance, and they would have been right to.
Tauvits could not predict how his life, his mission, would affect his morals, his honour. All he could do was to carry on and try to remain as true to himself as possible.
Still... O'Donnel might have been 'dishonourable' by the rules of the tournament. But he might just have been smarter than any of them.
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