#3 Destiny Awaits

Posted on Wed Sep 11th, 2024 @ 1:17pm by Commander Kehlani & Lieutenant Marz

Mission: IT'S A KLINGON THING {CD&Missions}
Location: Kor'Kang Colony
Timeline: current/somewhere in between

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The IKS Rokeg had arrived back in orbit over the world, and colony, known as Kor'Kang. The seat for the House of Khelani. There were several Klingon vessels in orbit, a few being Klingon freighters, and two others being Birds of Prey. The Foes Bane and the IKS 'Iwghargh (Bloodsport). However, there was no time to gawk as Khelani and Marz beamed down to the courtyard for the Great Hall, since there were transporter inhibitors keeping one from beaming directly into the hall itself. They set themselves in a purposeful stride as they entered, with the guards and personnel within gave nods and fist to chest salutes to their lord and lady. It was something Marz was not used to yet he maintained a stoic face, walking beside his mate as an equal while approaching the dais where they would sit, a new high seat being added for him since word of their mating had been sent to the House and recorded as the law required.

Once they ascended the two steps up to stand before their thrones, they turned to face the gathered staff and addressed them. All was explained in a fiery speech, with one speaking and when they trailed off, the other would commence. All had been done in good standing, not only to satisfy the law but also to satisfy tradition, and the people were accepting of that. Once that bit of duty had been satisfied they then retired to their quarters here in the hall to discuss their own business. When the doors were closed behind them they began to converse on the issues at hand.

"Marz, you need to take command of the 'Iwghargh as soon as possible." Kehlani stated, even while she began to dress down, preparing herself for a long, hot bath in the natural hot springs that ran beneath the hall.

"I fully intend to." Marz said. "How would you recommend we move forward?"

"Allies," said Kehlani. "It is your decision, husband, but if I were you I would go directly to M-69 and offer your assistance as an ally to the Federation. Offer to serve in any way they need you to, to secure that starbase. I have done it, and yes I had to swallow some pride in doing so, but it is always better to observe the whole picture. We are neighbors, and this region of space is still considered wilderness by galactic standards. Tame the wilderness and we all live better no matter who we serve."

Marz, as she spoke, contemplated what she was saying. He, too often in his youth, had ran in where demons fear to tread. If not for the timely arrival of reinforcements his life would have been cut short. Not that he minded a glorious death but, in the eyes of others it would have been seen as glorious but foolhardy. That was no way to go through life. Thinking your glorious death would make a difference when all it took was sound thinking to improve ones chances and not be hasty. As one of his instructors in the Academy had told him. When it came to being a warrior haste makes waste. Know your enemy, see their weaknesses and flaws, and then charge forth. To think an enemy is weak simply because they are not Klingon was the mark of a fool and Marz, son of Mozar, was no fool. "Your wisdom is always sought, my love. I will heed your advice and proceed accordingly. Duty calls."

Kehlani stepped in wearing just her robe and clasped him in a loving hug, the two of them kissing deeply. "May you die well, Love."

The goodbye was said in the Klingon way, and with a curt nod Lieutenant Marz turned on his heel and left, taking up his personal gear bag as he did so. His bat'leth was slung over his back as the bag was on a shoulder as he walked through the hall and outside. Bringing his left arm up he tapped one of the Klingon symbols on his bracer. "IKS 'Iwghargh, this is HoD Marz. Beam me up." Within seconds he was caught up in the vibrant crimson transporter energy of the Klingon Empire as he went forth into his destiny.

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