#4 Gearing Up

Posted on Thu Oct 24th, 2024 @ 5:58pm by Lieutenant Marz & Lieutenant JG Gavin Lasso {Honorary KDF}

Mission: IT'S A KLINGON THING {CD&Missions}
Location: IKS 'Iwghargh (Bloodsport)
Timeline: Current

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Lieutenant Marz, as HoD (captain/CO, led Lieutenant Gavin Lasso to the docking ring for the IKS 'Iwgargh (Bloodsport). They came to a stop at the security podium, two burly bekks standing watch. "Scan us for boarding," Marz ordered. "Input this man's bio into our security logs. He is now a member of the crew."

The two bekks (lowest rank for Klingons) looked at each other incredulous. When they heard the grunt of disapproval, and caught the glare from their CO, they redoubled their efforts to accomplish what they had been ordered to do. "He is now listed, HoD."

Marz snatched the PADD from a bekk's hand, scrutinizing the data himself before handing the device back. "Well done. Work on that hesitation, soldiers." Both gave nods of acknowledgement as Marz got Gavin moving alongside him again.

Passing through the ship, with just a skeleton crew meandering the corridors while others celebrated their victory, Gavin did not miss the stares and head turns his way as they went. He squared his shoulders and walked tall, knowing that he was exactly where he needed to be by choice. Marz got them to a wider door and entered, the opening and solid clangk of Klingon doors being a welcome change from the almost silent Starfleet doors. The compartment they entered had various machinery placed around it, with uniform items hanging in open-faced wardrobes.

The Klingon behind the counter/bench/work desk looked Gavin up and down, his face becoming a subtle sneer. "What is that?"

Marz could not help but give a chuckle, looking over at Gavin once before his eyes came back to the Klingon before him and met his gaze. "This is Lieutenant Gavin Lasso. An exchange officer willing to serve aboard the 'Iwgargh and bring honor to his people. He is to be outfitted as a duty officer with all weapons and gear that that position entails."

"It will be done, HoD." The Klingon quartermaster moved his eyes to Gavin. "If you dishonor the uniform as a soldier of the Empire, you will pay for it in blood."

"Understood," said Gavin in response. "Your name?" He had answered in Klingon, and kept speaking Klingon as he put forth his query. He saw the Quartermaster's eyebrows raise ever-so-slightly.

"I am Lieutenant Brok. How would you like to be addressed? Gavin being your name, Lasso being your surname. Which one?"

"Gavin. Lasso is a chosen name, and one which is listed for legal purposes." He explained. "My father is long gone since I am half El-Aurian. I know I look rather good for my age but I am 129 years old, and counting." He gave a cynical grin.

Marz gave a look of mild surprise but did not expand on it with talk. "Come to the Bridge after you are properly adorned, Gavin."

"Of course, HoD." Gavin said this as Marz spun and left the compartment. He looked back at Brok. "Shall we get this over with? I may have questions in regards to wearing some of it but I am a quick learner."

"It is not too difficult," Brok said. "Let us begin." The two of them began to go through uniform items and pick out what would be useful, and also eye-catching for the wearer. Two hours of sizing and adjustments, then Gavin was adorned in the uniform of the Klingon Empire.

"You have my gratitude, Brok." Gavin looked at himself in a wall mirror, seeing the d'k'tagh with no family crest where one should be, his disruptor pistol in a cross draw holster, and the steel grey armor over his torso with the fur sleeves. His hands and forearms were covered with Klingon gauntlets, and the symbols on them were also comm badges for signaling. Brok ran him through the training as he was getting dressed. The knee high boots were a sight to behold, with steel plates on the heels and spikes protruding to deliver deadly kicking blows if need be.

"Well," said Brok. "You now look like a proper Klingon, aside from that ugly face of yours." He gave a grunting laugh.

"Brok, if I taught a targ to walk backwards, it still would not be as ugly as you." Gavin said, laughing at his own joking insult. He was surprised when Brok returned the laughter.

Giving him a arm shake, Brok spoke. "You will fit in fine as long as you pay attention. It is not what is said by Klingons, but the nuances of the words. Insults can be met with a severe beating, or even death if not done accordingly. Keep that in mind and you will have no issues. However, prepare to be tested by the crew. They will want to know how much you will take before you become aggressive. Be mindful."

"I will do so. Qapla'!" Gavin gave Brok a hard slap on the shoulder and a squeeze of brotherhood before turning to walk out. He remembered that saying goodbye in the Klingon culture was not a usual practice, and normally reserved for lovers or beloved family members. Once in the corridor Gavin took a look both ways, recalling walking through the ship to get here, and turned in that direction. Hopefully, this corridor would provide him a way to the Bridge.

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