Jackie Clawson
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Jackie’s tail flickered from side to side as she listened to the Rear Admiral Duerkes’ opening speech. The Caitian looked around the main floor, regarding the competitors. A number of them were Klingon, yet a rather decent number of those competing were not Klingon at all. Jackie wasn’t sure whether to feel more comfortable about the odds or not, but then the Caitian hardly expected to get too far in this tournament, but at least she would try her best.
She wasn’t sure what it was that made her decide to compete once Taylor told her where the Astadler was going, and that her choices were basically ‘enjoy it or not’. It’s not like she could be miffed at Taylor and do anything about it considering they were already on the way. Jackie still wondered how much he knew about her, and her ways; considering she could hardly pass up a challenge once offered one. Not with a side of her urging to relive her days prior to the Horizon and a chance to do something she enjoyed. Without Mark she had to spar with holograms aboard the Horizon. The tournament could take her skills out of the holodeck and onto the next level.
Looking around the area, she saw a number of Klingon milling about the place, mixing with Starfleet officers and civilians. Jackie felt a sense of…something she couldn’t really describe, but she didn’t really feel out of place with the Klingons. Not that much anyway.
She found the Klingons' ways of fighting very effective. And their ways definitely woke up the fighter and the predator in her every time she used the bat’leth. Even Mark mentioned the gleam she got in her eyes when she picked up the blade. Jackie never thought of herself as someone worthy of having real Klingon weapons in particular because the only experience she had with Klingons was the things she heard or read or saw in the holodeck; but the real experience is different when you're experiencing it as opposed to hearing about it or reading about it. And the holodeck, as much as it simulated reality, was still not reality in the end. She knew about rituals and ways they did some things, but Jackie knew she herself would need a lot more training and discipline in order to become skilful enough with a Klingon weapon to actually own the real thing and do it justice. Before that, she would have to start thinking like a Klingon.
The moment Dan Taylor mentioned the betleH tournament and specifically said she could either fight or attend something inside of Jackie Clawson had woken up; the fighter, the part that she briefly unleashed on Powell back on the Horizon, the part that let her remember how she was back before she took a command. With the recent changes in her career alone, the Caitian was lost and unsure what to do next. But she was here at the tournament, and she couldn’t really go back now.
Jackie blinked, slightly confused as the crowd around her erupted in a cheer as Duerkes finished his speech. The Caitian shook her head slightly and chided herself for zoning out like that as she watched a Klingon make his way to the podium and begin to speak.
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“You will win matches, you will lose matches. But the test isn’t in that one match. It is against yourself and your own ability to hold to your honor. You may lose matches many times here, but only you can determine if you are defeated. To be Klingon you must know your limits. That is why we test ourselves. To be Klingon you must overcome your limits. That is why we test ourselves. If you cannot fail, if there is no chance to lose, then what can winning mean? We are here find our limits, to make each action improve ourselves, to be better now than we were a moment ago. This is what it means to BE Klingon.”
Jackie blinked at each sentence said, the totlh didn’t seem like the typical Klingon, yet he was Klingon not just by the looks but by the character as well. She found herself nodding to what he said. She looked back at her own training; she focused on honing where she failed. Pushing herself harder each time she did something well.
‘Find your limit, then increase it’ where the words Mark Harmon used to sum it up. To hear K’hare saying almost the same thing, just seemed eerie to the Caitian. Jackie perked her ears up more as the Klingon continued.
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“There is test enough here for everyone. Even those who are watching the matches can learn. This is not simply a game, it, like everything is a test if you can hear the questions. You are surrounded by the chance to learn new things. This event is a target rich environment. So watch and learn. Be better when you leave here than when you arrived and you will have been victorious! Qapla’!”
“Qapla’!” Jackie gave a curt nod in response even though very few probably heard her. Not that the Caitian cared right now. The Caitian failed to notice Taylor on the podium right away, she was too busy trying to keep a multitude of memories away and the look of off longing to be back where she was years ago off her face as the Klingon’s words rang in her mind in a re-play mode.
Somehow K’Hare’s words had managed to strike a chord within Jackie, not only that, at once Jackie felt a sense of déjà vu, only this time she was no longer a Lieutenant or a security officer or a pilot, she was a Rear Admiral, commanding a starship and a Task Force; somehow ending up at the betleH tournament. Life threw funny things at one sometime.
Was this why Taylor was so ‘insistent’ she attend? To give her a chance to learn. So she could leave here better than when she arrived. How much did he know about her? Did he know she’d want to go the extra step and fight, despite the confusion she felt with the promotion and the Task Force command. Did he know that she…still lived for rushes like this? That she’d been fascinated by the Klingons and their ways for years after being on the receiving end of a Klingon blade, secretly keeping it to herself as she learned their ways of fighting; secretly longing to spend some time amongst them because she truly believed she could learn a lot from them that way.
She’s found new respect for their ways once she’s heard K’hare speak. It made so much sense now.
She felt a tap on the shoulder, bringing her out of her daze and taking in a short breath she turned just in time to hear the question.
"Jackie? What did you think of K'Hare's speech?"
Jackie cocked her head to the side as she recognized Dan Taylor. Her ears flickered lightly at his voice as his words brought her back.
“'t was … ah…” she started, pausing as she realised her throat has gone dry, she cleared it before continuing. “..uh...brought back a few memories” she admitted. “woke up a few…things too” she spoke, still not really sure how to interpret the feelings and emotions and urges waking up inside her as the Klingon’s words sunk in deeper into her soul.
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