To Earn our Keep
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@Maikull
Starbase tlhIvqu' Cantina (House Woldan Controlled); Wol system, Ba’aja Sector
V’ecna, Gormesh, Thra’ssk, and K’ronq stand around the giant cauldron of Bloodwine, filled goblets in hand as they raise them high and cheer in unison:
All Together: “Ngay’ Qul Cha’bIp!” they called out before drinking deeply from their cups
V’ecna :
“K’ronq, you did well in battle! Maybe you -will- do your house great honor serving under us!”
Kronq :
Wiping the wine from his face, “But Ma’am…we were destroyed in that simulated battle? Is not the captain angry over that?”
Gormash :
“Bah! So too was our illustrious new General, I highly doubt -THAT- will be a topic of conversation between them anytime soon.” The Nausicaan laughed, scooping another cup of bloodwine to fill his goblet.
Thra’ssk :
“Besides. We died as they did, first to engage the enemy as was our duty. May our simulated spirits live on in sto-vo-kor!”
Both Gormash and Thra’ssk burst into laughter again, drinking heavily.
V’ecna :
“Come, let us sit, it would be rude of us to drain this well of our hosts!” She beckoned for the crew to join her at the fire-pit.
The three other men quickly filled their goblets once more before walking over to the sturdy wooden chairs before the throw rug Infront of the flames. V’ecna threw herself over one of the chairs with a fur-lined cover and draped her legs over as the other three got comfortable in their own seats.
V’ecna :
“So what say you? Think he’s earned it?” she posed to the two officers as her eye peered directly at Kronq.
Gormash :
“He didn’t crash my beloved, so Id say throw him a bone!” The portly engineer responded.
Thra’ssk :
“Yea…He’s alright. Id say give him three. Makem work for the rest.” The Gorn snarled towards the youngling Klingon pilot.
Kronq :
A little confused he looked among his superiors, “Three. Three what?”
V’ecna :
She gave a venomous smile, “Questions, you puq! Its obvious your burning with them. So go ahead, ask while the Bloodwine has our tongues loosened!” she took another gup from her cup, and wiped her face with her leather-bound gauntlet before pointing at Kronq, “But you only get three.”
Kronq :
Realizing he wasn’t about to be ambushed in some initiation ritual, his mind began to race with some of the quandaries he had since joining the Firebird’s crew. “What the hell is the deal with Becca?”
Thra’ssk :
“AHAHAHAH! I told you that was the first thing he would ask!” he bellowed, pointing to Gormash, “Pay up petaQ!!”
Kronq :
“I mean, she a bekk, but doesn’t follow any Military standing, yet everyone tells me to watch out around her like she is the Captains Mate or something.”
V’ecna :
“Let’s get one thing clear, -I- am the Captains Mate…” she clarified in a very serious tone.
Kronq straightened himself in his seat at this news, resigning himself to remember that tid-bit of information.
Gormash :
“And Becca is not her real name, that’s just what we call her because of her rank. Get it? Bekk…Becca?”
Thra’ssk :
“Bitch was fished out of the Orion Syndicate a few years back. Her skills in espionage and black-market dealings granted her an honorary posting within the KDF, hence the rank. That being said, the only two people she will ever ‘really’ listen too are V’ecna, and the Captain.” He growled, clearly not a fan of the Orion Science Officer.
Gormash :
“You have to excuse Thra’ssk, he thought like you when she first came aboard and tried to bring her to heel, until she shot him point blank in the groin with a CRM 200 and nearly froze his lineage off.” He explained, cackling.
Both Gormash and V’ecna laughed at this, but Kronq could only retract in sympathy pain, that region does not do well with cold, and doubly so for a Gorn, he could only imagine, and now fully appreciate the Giant Reptile’s distaste for the girl.
V’ecna :
“Come, what is your next question?” she hastily beckoned with her wine glass.
Kronq :
He looked at the First Officer for a moment and contemplated his next answer. He wasn’t sure if it was the bloodwine or not, but in his stupor, he blurted out “What happened to your eye?”
V’ecna :
V’ecna smiled, and tapped the metal covering over her left eye, “The Captain.” She said with a grin.
Gormash and Thra’ssk both drank from their cups, knowing the circumstance regarding that.
V’ecna :
She sat up in her chair proper and leaned in closer to the pilot as she explained, “We both had served on the same ship many years ago. The First Officer had died in battle, and the Captain at the time needed a replacement. It was him or me, so we fought for the right. He disarmed me of my Bat’leth, and proceeded to engage me hand to hand combat. I should have known then I was outmatched but I continued to fight anyway. That’s when he plucked my eye out. Needless to say, he won.” She said, in a tone more akin of reminiscing.
Kronq :
“But…you’re his first officer, and his mate now?” Kronq asked, slightly confused and now a little apprehensive of the woman.
V’ecna :
“Roh’Khan is a strong and wise man. He did not wish to kill me then, but my stubbornness would not allow me to accept defeat without serious injury or death and he knew that. Oh, I loathed him after that fight, but I came to respect his command. Years later, while celebrating a victorious battle, he confessed his love for me and offered me my eye back. He had kept it preserved all those years.” She said tenderly
Kronq could only look on in a bit of shock. He had heard of giving gifts to woo a prospective mate, but nothing like THAT! Thra’ssk could only shake his head, muttering ‘masochist’ while Gormash nodded in agreement
Gormash :
“What a romantic! Anyone can buy trinkets, or kill a wild animal, but he offered you the one thing that could make you whole again.”
As where the logic was…somewhat sound, Kronq only turned to Gormash with the same perplexed look on his face. Then again, this was Gormash who’s also psychotic, so his reasoning was understandably skewed.
Thra’ssk :
“Common kid! Last shot, make it count!” The Gorn egged on, trying to change the subject.
Kronq :
Right…he had one last question. He really wanted to know what happened to his predecessor, but there was another question that was burning in his mind he had to get off his chest. “Why does the captain wear that Vaadwaur Helmet?”
Everyone had stopped at the question. No one raised their drink, they only stared in Kronq’s direction to his question. He looked between the three, wondering if this was a sore subject for a moment, but it was V’ecna’s eye that betrayed her. He notices the ever so slightly shift from looking at him, to just offset for a moment before back to him again. The tense and passive nature of both Gormash and Thra’ssk help confirm his suspicion.
Kronq :
“Hes…standing right behind me, isn’t he?”
Roh’Khan :
“Very perceptive, Pilot…” came the raspy mechanical voice of the Captain. Walking into view, he patted Kronq on the shoulder as he approached the fireplace, the flames light reflecting off his helmet. “During the Delta Alliance Campaign, the Battle of Vaadwaur Prime, we faced an immense battle, as they had entrenched and fortified their home world. There were multiple fronts for us to fight through. Several Capital Ships, Juggernauts, and Heavy Artillery Vessels stood in our way of reaching the planet. The decision was made to capture one of these Command ships, and use it to bypass the planetary defenses. I was chosen to lead the assault team.”
V’ecna had returned to her leisurely pose across her chair as she watched the captain amorously, while Thra’ssk raised his glass to the tale, almost as if reliving it word by word as Kronq paid close attention.
Roh’Khan :
“We breached the capital ship and took the bridge before they could signal something was wrong. I fought and killed their Overseer in glorious combat, taking his head as my prize. I wore his helmet to fool their security to lower their defenses, allowing our cloaked ships to breach the planet ahead of the rest of the alliance. I landed their capital ship on Vaadwaur Prime, and the very face our enemies looked too for leadership and admiration, returned to them and mercilessly bathed in their blood. I continue to wear this as a testament to that victory, as one would wear the pelt of a major game kill; to honor that glorious day that won me the rank and respect of Captain.”
Kronq :
“To your victory!” He cheered, raising his glass of bloodwine, to with the others joined in. Even some of the other patrons in the bar area had overheard the choirs and joined in.
V’ecna :
“How did it go with General Saida?” the first officer inquired, finishing her drink and tossing the cup behind her.
Roh’Khan :
“It went Well. Our place here among House Woldan is amendable, so we don’t have to worry too much about House politics hindering us. However, we were asked to assist in a search and rescue effort, as a token of good faith amongst allied forces.” he explained, still not turning away from the fire.
Thra’ssk :
“When do we leave?” The Gorn asked,
Roh’Khan :
“In the morning, 0800. Command will forward us the Dossier files we need then. Finish your drinks and celebrations and nurse your hangovers. For tomorrow, we earn our keep.”
Translation Log
Singular Klingon Word Translations come from: https://hol.kag.org/ If you have a better resource for translation, please share and let me know. But I will try to keep this as a reference to any words I may use, as well as ‘intentional’ meanings as they apply.
Klingon Words used in this Post:
- Ngay’ Qul Cha’bIp = (ngay’-Glory) (Qul Cha’bIp – Firebird) aka: Glory to our Ship
- puq = Child
- petaQ = Insult (B****)