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Day 2: Semi Finals >> Day 2: Lunch >> Warriors of Battles Past, Let us Drink
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Message started by toreQ on Feb 24^th, 2006, 12:34pm

Title: Warriors of Battles Past, Let us Drink
Post by toreQ on Feb 24^th, 2006, 12:34pm

After his match with Ta'pez, toreQ sat eating and drinking in the Lucky Strike. He was sore and tired. He had enjoyed the fights, but they had exhausted him and wounded him more than he liked. So he sat now, probably the only Klingon who dared to sit in one of the federation chairs which was and ease on his wounds to him..

The one Klingon who seemed not to be interested in the events walked threw the place noticing many wounded Klingons drink blood wine and couldn't help but shake his head, knowing what his old Abbot on Earth would think. Seeing a Klingon, toreQ he remembers seeing fight battle after battle. Going towards the bar and ordering 2 Bloodwine, he went over to him and asked, "May I have the honor of buying you a drink?"

toreQ looked up to meet the eyes of the Blue eyed Klingon, "Usually that would be my offer." He said with a low chuckle. "Chech’tluth would be good, but first I would know the reason for your offer?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he mentioned, "That is because I am the meH'Haj's new Pilot, and I figured you need a drink."

toreQ nodded, "Then it should defiantly be myself buying." He chuckled painfully as he set down enough payment to cover the drinks as well as a few more over at the other Klingon's end. "Sit!" He invited, "I am toreQ ne', weHwI' XO from the meH'Haj."

As he sat down, Jose noticed the wounds all over him, and from his optic eyes, he can tell that one of his legs has more damage then anything else. Looking back at him, he replied, "I am Ragnos, Jose Ragnos, son of Katala, Chief Flight Officer."

toreQ tilted his head quizzedly. "A Human name?"

Grinning, he shook his head and just said, "It's a long story."

toreQ nodded and took a deep drink of Chech’tluth, hoping to deaden some of the pain. "I am sure there are many. You seem close to my age... How old?"

Thinking about it for a few seconds, "42 maybe."

toreQ nodded with a light chuckle, and leaned forward to grab a second bottle only to stop short when he felt a twinge of pain from the gash in his side and ribs. He leaned back again and started to stand to reach it better. "I was right, close. I am... 44."

Looking at his rips with his X-ray vision, Jose saw the fractured ribs, among other injures. "I was known as Ragnos during...my events past."

toreQ nodded and took a look at Jose a moment, "Yes... Have I seen you before?"

Remembering the events, he shook his head and replied, "No. You haven't."

toreQ nodded, though he swore the man looked familiar. He just couldn't remember where he had seen him. He drooped back into his seat gently, without the drink. "Can you hand that over?" He said pointing to the liter sized Chech’tluth bottle.

Nodding his head, Ragnos scooted the drink over closer to him while he grabbed his drink. He silently hoped that no one would know his past, since his past is best left forgotten.

The graying haired wounded Klingon opened the bottle of Chech’tluth and gulped deeply from it, before passing it over for Jose to have some. "Feels good to have some Chech’tluth in me... Now that I no longer have to be concerned with being ready for battle. Are you a competitor?"

Shaking his head slightly, he chuckled slightly, "Nope, just a spectator."

toreQ nodded, "So you watched the battles?" He said as he belched and shifted a bit in his seat.

"Some." He opened the bottle and started to fill it to the brim.

Still feeling the pain, toreQ grabbed the bottle again and drank deeply a few times, bringing the bottle down to half a liter in little time. "I think need a heavier drink. It's not doing it's job..." He said with his Family's regional accent a bit stronger.

Standing up, he got the strongest Bloodwine he could find. Returning to toreQ, he gave him the bottle. "That should do the trick." He scooted further back, remembering what happened last time someone he knew had Bloodwine."

toreQ looked at it. Now he wouldn't be in the ring anytime soon. He took the bottle and popped the cork before drinking from it. The effects where good. "Good bloodwine, however we should drink in less public place... once I get enough in me I won't be able to walk well anyways."

Smiling, he took the bottle and started to drink it straight from it. "You're a fighter, so you have to stay on you toes." Smiling, he didn't let any drop go to waist.

toreQ snorted, "I won't be fighting in the competition anymore this tourney. Only thing of concern is if I can walk out once have had enough." He said as he made an attempt to stand, he went crashing back down... Causing the alcohol reduced pain to shoot up again...

Jose looked at him as he drank some of the blood wine and handed to him what he had left. "You should go to the Infirmary."

toreQ snorted, "Don't dishonor me..." He said as he started to get up. His hand went to his side and came away with a small dab of blood. "Though, could use some re-stitching." He said in drunk humor as he chuckled.

Looking at the wounds, a flash back occurred, and just as it came, it flashed out. "Well...they don't look too bad." He stood up and was just about ready to grab him if he started to keel over.

toreQ stood a moment, blinking as his vision narrowed. He looked at Jose, he didn't look well. "I think I better get to quarter's before I drink more..." He muttered as he grabbed Jose shoulder for support, before he went down again.

Grabbing him, he muttered, "Easy big fella." Getting him in a better position to make him stand straighter so he wouldn't need pressure on the bad leg, traveled out of the quarters. "Where is your quarters anyways?"

toreQ muttered a few numbers in Klingon... and stopped to grab a few bottles. He didn't plan to stop drinking just yet. He just didn't want to get stuck in the bar.

Looking at him and shaking his head, they proceeded until they found toreQ's quarters. The door swooshed open and the two Klingons went inside. "Where do you want to be put?"

"No where... I can put myself there." He said as he let go and stumbled to the bed. He settled on it with a sigh and opened one of the bottles.

Shaking his head, he sighed and knew that he needed rest and not a hang over. Standing beside him, he asked, "Do you need anything else, or want to know anything else?"

"Where do I know you from?" toreQ again asked as he looked at the Blue eyed Klingon. Carefully toreQ removed his tattered armor as well as shirt beneath it. His ribs was wrapped all way, and he had a bandage on his abdomen that had been bled threw. It was obvious that he drank more now so that he could sleep than anything.

Jose looked at him and didn't want to be remembered, since he remembered last time they met. "We met...."
"We met when you saw a glimpse of me when you were in combat in round 3." Smiling, he stood up tall and started to walk out.

"Thought so... do you know how to stitch?" toreQ blurted out.

Just as he got to the door, Ragnos turned around and replied, "I used to be a..." He hesitated and concluded, "Yes, I do."

"I would do it myself... but I can't see it from the correct angle..." He muttered. "My finger's are not nimble."

Looking around, he asked, "Do you have a med pack, or a needle and a thread?"

"Yes..." he pulled something from his baldric.. it was a needle of sorts. Then a small spool. "Useful in battle field when have no Qel." He chuckled.

"I know." Looking at him, he looked at the wounds and changed the bandages, almost as if he had experience. "Ready?"

toreQ grunted an affirmative... "Can't feel a thing. More than ready..." He said tiredly. "Your in my debt."

Very much like a combat medic, Jose breezed threw the wounds and over the span of a few minutes, all the large wounds were fixed. To he then got some spare pieces of cloth and wrapped them around the wounds a few times, since they were still bleeding slightly.

"Least shouldn't have to worry about them ripping again..." He chuckled. "No more combats for me this Tourney. "Good handy work... be honored to have you among my weHwI' in the field..." He said, unaware that he was repeating something he said some years ago to a Klingon medic during the war.

Jose's eyes looked up at him, knowing that sentence sounded familiar. Looking down at the body wrapping the last piece of cloth around the abdomen. "No thank you sir, I'm a pilot."

"Good pilot... am..." He snored, out cold once more.

Seeing his friend out cold, he finished up and took the bottles out of his hand and put them on the shelf. Just before he left, he looked back and knew that sooner or later, toreQ would find out. "Lights." Quickly, the lights faded, and Ragnos left.

JP
Ragnos lagh
Chief Flight Control Officer
IKS meH’Haj

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