Tucker
Combatant
Klingons rule.
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The arena was big, Tucker who stood at six foot six was still challenged by some of the larger Klingons around, The air was filled with excitment
Tucker scans for his captain but soon gave up due to the amount of bodies standing, He was looking forward to the competition, butterflies were in his tummy, He had never competed in this type of caliber of event before
He could not wait to put his beautiful chrome blade to use and give it some battle scars
The speeches were good, Tucker admired the Klingon ethics of honor and was determined to fight with honor
Suddenly he bumps into some one big and hears a growl, He turns to look up at a familar Klingon face, then his eyes fall to the house crest on this Klingon's armor , House Satire
Tucker knew only one warrior from that house
" Ran'Cor ? is that you "
Tucker could feel those eyes lock on him like a disrupter
" Tucky, My my if it is'nt you old friend ! "
They make the motion to butt heads, Ran'Cor knew Tucker had a soft head according to Klingon stata
" If it was'nt you, I would have stomped you down like a tribble ha ha ha "
" I'm glad it was me , So are you fighting "
" I wish I was, but I was late on entering, I had to take care of some Ferengi scum, they tried steeling my shuttle , So I hear your in the comp, Is that true, I mean your so skinny "
" And faster than a warp nacelle at warp nine, Yip got my blade on the wall, Oh the next speaker is up, lets lsiten "
" Yes old warrirors have much wisdom "
The two stand there and take in the speaches
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