M`rek
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G'Trell walked the halls a new bounce in her step. Her batletH slung over her shoulder as she made her way tothe trainning hall. She was glade to have recruted Sajidas help with the evenings task. She pressed the door open and smiled as she saw M'Rek training already, His skin glisend with sweat. She stood back and watched as he went through his paces.
M'Rek was not training with a batletH this time. He was working on some hand to hand exercises. Something that looked like a cross between Klingon Mok'bara and Human Judo. His skin bare from the waist up and all the scars and tattoo showing in thier glory. Though one scar clearly was not made in battle. His skin was moist with sweat and his concentration focused, though he did sense her he did not stop.
G'Trell took in the scars and let her eyes linger on the colorful tatoo on his back. Most intersting. After watching a few of his rounds she caught on the the repetive cycle she sat her blade down and took up a potision a few feet away and began to mimick it percisley.
M'Rek continued, aknowledging she was ther with a look that said all. Then he begin to change the pattern he was weaving with the exercise.
G'Trell was not thrown off she continued with the previous moves until she had the new ones down and intergraded them acordingly.
M'Rek then tried something different and she seemed to learn the movements quickly. He continued like this for a bit more and then suddenly struck out. One of the moves turning into an attack which stopped with two fingers an inch away from the skin of her neck. "More than simple movement, the capibility to kill or disable." He said and pulled back and stopped to look at her. His expresion was calm though his eyes told that he cared for her greatly and in a sense was proud that she was such a quick learner.
G'Trell did not step back form his attack but nodded. Though she had been caught a bit off guard. She knew he was incapable of hurtting her. She could not figure out how she knew this, but she knew. "I see. I shall have to remember that one." With that she took up a spairing postion. "I take it hand to hand in the name of the game today." A firey gleem came to her eye as it always did when getting ready to go into a battle.
M'Rek grunted, "I am not sure if good idea with my claws still sharpened as they are." Still he took up position. "Tell me more about the woman I have come to care about so greatly."
He said now in positon and ready.
G'Trell went into her first attack and was amazed at how quick he blocked her advance. she smiledas she reilized she had made a good choice. " Whats to tell? My family died in battle when I was very young. I was taken to a alleyed house who sent me to a space staion where my guaridan died." She blocked a few of his attacks and was quick to counter, side steping and putting a bit of distance bettween them. " I was then taken in by a human family who put me into Starfleet the first chance they got. They too are dead now." She waitted for his next attack and woundered how he was taking the information.
M'Rek listened with a sense of understanding that not even he understood how he felt it. He just knew that to woman was of a spirit he had never seen as far as he could tell with most his life unknwon to even himself. That spirit fuelled his desire. Her courage was undeniable, and the Honor. It did not matter to him her mixed heritage. Only who she was as a person and how she carried herself. He sent a few attacks against her which she quickly learned to block. "There is something which I should of said earlier as well." He finally said, though he hoped she could understand.
G'Trell nodded, " I doubt there is anything you could say that would sway me."
"I can not tell you about my House or my family. I can not tell you what I have done in the past. I can not tell you that the same person you see before you is trully me. Unfortuanly I had little memory of anything of my past before my assignment on the meH'Haj." He said as he stopped the fight a moment.
G'Trell digested this. " Very well, that is of little circumstance to me. You are who you are now, I am not one to pass judgment on anyone. I am willing to take chances." She smiled. "A year ago I could not have told you as much as I had now. A potential mate of mine named F'Larn did me a service when he checked my back ground. He was not as forgiving as you are on the matter." She dropped her ready stance and shrugged. " Honor isn't everything, But I still maintain the honor to my name and to those who walk with me. Its not much but its the best I can do. Its what allows me to walk with pride and know that I am worthy of Sto-vo-kor when I die. What ever is in your past can stay there. Unless you wish for it to be a matter,, then we can deal with that together."
M'Rek growled lowly, pleased. Then thought of something. "I have something to show you, if you wish. We will have to go on the wa'pach to see it though."
G'Trell nodded, "Very well lets go."
M'Rek nodded and at her side he led her to the B'Rel. They had to pass security but did so with little problem. Then he led her on the ship to the weHwI' barracks.
G'Trell looked around the room. It was perfectly squared away. She liked that. She gave M'Rek a smile.
M'Rek went to his bunk which appeared unused except for a few things placed on it as if it were a table.
G'Trell watched curiously
M'Rek went to a large case that sat on his bunk. It was well locked. Now he unlocked it and opened the case to show the collection he had of bladed weapons. Then he pulled out one which seemed out of place.
G'Trell takes a seat next to him her eyes widen at the site of the collection. "Wow what a display! It must have taken a while to obtain them." SHe ran a hand lovinlg over the fine crafted pieces.
"Pehaps, it is not something I remember." He then showed her what he picked out. It was not exactly a blade. It was the only piece he had of his other heritage. A Hirogen Talon. "Though I have little memory I belive this was my fathers."
It had been a few hours since T'Lai had gotten out of the hospital. Being argumentive with the doc, one arm was in an old-fashioned sling, the one that had broke. The other arm had a neatly wrapped bandage where she had gotten sliced. It was obvious she did not want Starfleet technology to heal her.
G'Trells reaches out. "May I?" she asked softly almost revrently.
She had decided to take a walk, for she was rather bored. While on her walk, she had passed the weHwI' barracks and paused when she heard voices in there. 'M'Rek must be there.' she thought silently before she pressed the door chime.
The reverance was broken by a chime at the door.
M'Rek looked up growling at the disterbance.
"You gonna invite them in" G'Trell asked, amused by his reaction.
T'Lai stood there, wondering what was taking him so long.
Finally she fed up with waiting for an invitation in, and she let herself in. She looked around untill finally she found M'Rek with G'Trell. So she walked over to them.
G'Trell stood up and and greeted T'Lai. "My friend! It looks as though your battle went well. I only hope you made the fool who fought you pay for every scratch."
M'Rek wandered what T'Lai would say as he watched her come in. The woman had to many sides and by now he had given up on trying to figure out if she wanted to remain friends or despise him. Not that he realy allowed it to bother him now. He had made his decision.
"Indeed I have." She said in a monotone voice. It was slightly evident that she wasn't in the best of moods at the moment. "nuqneH M'Rek." She greeted him.
G'Trell was not taken back by the be's tone. She smiled warmly. As T'Lai walked past her.
M'Rek simpley returned with the same greeting. "nuqneH." Since there was nothing else he knew to say until she stated her purpose here.
"M'Rek, I wanted to apologize for my recent behavior to you." She said. Her face remained expressionless, not showing the fact that she was hurting emotionally inside to say what she was about to say. "I suppose... for now... we can be friends, if you want..." She told him.
G'Trell moved twoard the door. This was obviously a conversation bettween friends and she had no part in it.
"G'Trell you may stay. I am leaving now." She said plainly.
M'Rek nodded in acceptance, "You are forgiven."
G'Trell turned to the woman. "T'Lai, I cant help but think that I have done something to upset you." She frowned a bit considering her next words. " If I have I never ment to."
"Thank you." She said. She gave him one last look and gave him a half grin, then bowed to him for respect, and then turned swiftly on her heels. She then made her way to the door, walking past G'Trell. "Im sorry for interupting your conversation. You haven't said or done anything." She said before leaving the room.
G'Trell was on T'Lais heels at the door. "Wait. come join us."
"I'm sorry but I have other business to tend to." She said, keeping things at a professional level for now.
G'Trell frowned. "Very well"
M'Rek placed the forgoten Talon back in the box and closed it. He did not say much more as he listened to the two women talk.
"Qapla, G'Trell. Qapla, M'Rek. I am sure there will be more time to chat after we board the meH'Haj. " She said.
G'Trell returned to the bunk and sat next to M'Rek again. "She is upset about me. I can see it in her eyes." She laid her head on M'Reks shoulder. "You put it away." She said referring to the talon. "I wanted to get a closer look at it."
M'Rek nodded and picked up an empty bloodwine tankard off the floor from beside his bed where he usualy slept. Then opened the box again to allow her to look. "It is not you she is upset at."
G'Trell looked over the peice but more so enjoyed having to lean closer to M'Rek to do so. " I just hope things work out. I...I dont want this to effect us."
M'Rek just simply nodded as his stomanch made a loud sound. A sound that not only meant hungry but very hungry.
G'Trell chuckled. " I am starving how about you?"
M'Rek chuckled. "Very much, however before we go there is something I need to do. I allow very few know of it.' He said as he puled out a black satchel he often carried and opened it to pull out his medication. He was allowing her to see a vulnerable side as he injected what he needed.
G'Trell watched a bit perplexed. "What is that? " she asked in a soft whisper.
"Have you noticed that I slow down near the end when we were practicing a few days ago?" He said almost as quiet though his voice was not made for that low a voice. It was something he found uncomfortable to share.
G'Trell nodded and pressed closer to him letting him know she did not think lesser of him for it.
M'Rek sighed, "I am not sure what all is in it. Only that when I have not taken it I suffer from hunger quicker and weakness." He gritted his teeth.
He felt her closer to him and looked at her.
She smiled up at him. " Its okay. I have a secret too." With that she reached into her armor and pulled a faded picture out of a small klingon boy no more than five years of age. He was holding a bat'letH in his hands and was wearing a shinning set of armor.
His eyes where the same sheen as G'Trells, that fire burned the same. His face should excitment and pride. His maine of black hair was pulled neatly into a ponytail.
M'Rek looked at the boy and rubbed his head as an image flashed in his mind and was just as quickly gone. "Who is he?"
G'Trell ran a finger over the picture. The hurt was still fresh even after the time that had passed. "He was my son......Until he was killed. This is all I have left of him a faded picture and mornful memories. His father was killed before he was born." She looked up at him.
M'Rek nodded and was quiet. His stomach grumbled again. Not that he really looked like he had been eating as he should anyways. He had been allowing himself to get distracted from his meals when he did get something to eat and never finishing the meals. "Did they die honorably?"
G'Trell shook her head. "Tarlin my sone was captured and assimlated by the Borg. He died when the cube was distroyed."
M'Rek winced visiably. It was a reaction that indicated that he was familiar with them. Though he could not remeber any specific memory to indicate his knowledgeof them.
G'Trell felt him jerk and put the picture away quickly. "We better get something to eat I have not had a bite since dinner last night."
M'Rek nodded and got up, he reached out and dug his claws into her shoulder a bit. Then walked with her leaving the wa'pach to find somewhere to get a decent Klingon meal.
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