KLINGON #5: Meeting the supervisor

Posted on Sat Oct 26th, 2024 @ 5:04pm by Lieutenant JG Gavin Lasso

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

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Lieutenant Gavin, the newest member of the KDF (Klingon Defense Force) even if he was being borrowed, adjusted his Starfleet combadge on his chest. No matter if he was now playing a Klingon crew member he was a Starfleet officer and needed to represent that. With all the glinting metallic paraphernalia on the Klingon uniform, the badge really did not stick out too badly. But, not fooling himself, Gavin knew that a Klingon's eyes would hone in on that one item due to the fact it represented something other than being a Klingon. Oh well, he thought, time to be like Daniel and enter the lion's den. As he moved through the corridors, finally finding the long corridors that led from the Secondary hull, along the long neck, to the Primary hull, or command pod. Stepping through a compartment safety door and onto the command pod proper, the clank of the door closing behind him, Gavin came face to face with a female Klingon. Even though she was the typical Imperial Klingon in appearance she was also attractive. He did not find many Klingon women to be overly attractive, with the head ridges and their sharpened teeth, always brusque and seemingly arrogant. But, this one, had all that, minus the sharpened teeth, and yet she also had allure. Her ridges were there but not as pronounced as others of her kind. She had brown eyes with a hazel color to them. Her face was not scarred or abrupt, instead carrying more soft lines, if they could be called that, and the shape was appealing as she had pronounced cheek bones, with them being hallowed just right, reinforced by a strong yet appealing jaw line.

"What are you staring at?" She asked as she turned to face him directly. They spoke Klingon with each other.

Her forceful question slightly startled Gavin out of his reverie, now realizing he had come to a stop and had been doing just that: staring without thinking about it.

"No disrespect intended," said Gavin, glancing at her rank pin. "Lieutenant. I was deep in thought."

The woman ran here eyes up and down his body before the eyes came back to gazing into his. "You are the exchange officer." She stated this as a fact, not a query. Marz must have let his crew know that he was aboard. "Your name, Lieutenant?"

"Gavin." He said. "And, yours?"

"I am Lieutenant Kehzza. I am to be your advisor." She stepped in closer, face to face by a pace, again looking him up and down. "I train, you listen, then we will see if that strong frame of yours is merely for show. Understood?"

"Understood, Lieutenant Kehzza. I have heard there are training rooms aboard for martial skills. Would those be available to me?" Gavin had to ask. He was no slouch when it came to physical fitness and training in hand to hand and such.

"Always," said Khezza. "When you have free time the training rooms are open to all. Just know this, Lieutenant Gavin. We do not have holodecks. Should you choose to engage another crew member for weapons training, there will be injuries. Klingons do not hold back other than not killing each other. If you wish to partake, I will gladly show you the proper use for our weapons and teach you the finer points of mokbara."

"I would be honored, Khezza." Gavin said that honestly. He also used her name alone, wondering if doing so while talking in the corridor would insult her since he did not use her rank.

Khezza squinted her eyes slightly as she looked into his eyes. She was not sure about him yet, but so far he had stood tall, and he spoke the Klingon tongue with a First City dialect and accent perfectly. So, she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Come with me, Gavin. We need to get to the Bridge." Khezza turned around and got in on his left side as they continued through the corridors. "I am the Chief Helm officer. Since that is your main designation in Starfleet then you are under my direct supervision. It would not go well for you should you embarrass me, Lieutenant."

Gavin gave her a nod of understanding, making sure to make eye contact as often as possible. Klingons were a straight forward people who were not prone to whispering amongst themselves in a dark corner. Which, of course, he found somewhat amusing considering that since he came aboard he noted that the Klingon interior was dimmer than Starfleet vessels, with a considerable amount of reddish and amber colors on their control panels. That, and the atmosphere was humid and warmer than he was used to. Since coming aboard he had been wearing a perpetual sheen of perspiration. Maybe he would go back to Brok and look into one of the sleeveless armor uniforms.

Getting to the Bridge, that final door opening as the aft wall of the command deck, they stepped within and the door closed behind them. Khezza led Gavin over to the helm station and had him sit down. Once he was in his seat she began to go over what controls were where, and how he could manipulate the console to set it up in a way that would favor his own likes and needs. Surprisingly, it was not too far removed from how Starfleet did things.

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