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# 1 For Blood and Honor
06-18-2014, 11:58 PM
(OOC: Hey all – I have another RP thread entitled “The Oncoming Storm” but have been playing with this character as well so thought, why not RP both? I love to write and love to write backstories, as you can probably tell by this intro. If you feel like reading or jumping in, feel free. I don’t really have any “rules” per se other than the basic: follow the EULA of these boards, do not kill another player’s character without consent, avoid any unnecessary arguments, etc. and respect each other at all times.

And if you do join, have fun and welcome abord!)


Kahlen dodged as the giant Klingon swung his bat’leth, blocking the oncoming blow with his own traditional battle blade. He faced off against this monster of a man, a full head taller and twice as strong as himself and hell-bent, it seemed, on taking Kahlen’s head from his shoulders. Around them a crowd cheered and applauded for the Klingon, sparing a few ripened insults and jeers for Kahlen. It didn’t matter that he had been raised on Qo’Nos, or the fact he was raised by Brem, matriarch of the House of Kell, one of the most influential and powerful houses in Qam-Chee, the First City. All that mattered to them – to any of them – was the fact he was human.

His opponent was Moc’H, a young Klingon from the House of Jel, a powerful youth on his way to becoming a great warrior. This was Moc’H’s battle, not Kahlen’s. If Moc’H can take the human down then he has earned the honor of graduating the academy and serving the Empire. There was no honor reserved for Kahlen; win or lose, he was still not Klingon. He would never be, and therefore, would never know honor.

“Quit dancing you pahtk and fight!” Moc’H growled as Kahlen parried another attack. The force of the blow caused Kahlen to stumble back, into the crowd. He was bet with several even stronger hands pushing him back into the ring. He couldn’t keep this game of cat-and-mouse up for much longer. A Klingon’s endurance is much higher than a that of a human, even one accustomed to a life of physical abuse and pain. Kahlen swung into a wide attack, leaving his flank open. Moc’H, taking advantage of this weakness, laid a blow directly into Kahlen’s ribs, sending him sprawling and bleeding to the floor. He spun to his knees just as Moc’H kicked – hard – into his chest, then swung downward with his bat’leth.

The edge of the blade embedded itself into the wooden floor so close to Kahlen’s cheek it actually drew a trickle of crimson blood. Moc’H stood over him, panting, his fingers tightening around the grip of his weapon. “I should kill you now and bring your misery and suffering to an end.” He grinned, pulling the blade from the wood in a shower of splinters. “But I owe you no favors today.”

The crowd cheered as Moc’H turned and raises his bat’leth in the air triumphantly. PoK, a young Klingon boy from the house of Kell, helped Kahlen to his feet and out of the ring. Warriors from the audience, male and female alike, cursed and spat at Kahlen as he was led away. A fist came flying out of nowhere, catching Kahlen on the cheek. He took it and continued on his way, never looking up at his assailant.


“What’s wrong with you?” PoK barked as he attended to Kahlen’s wound. “You handle a blade better than that petaQ! You should have won that round.”

Kahlen sat back and winced as the bandages were tightened. He had bled his way home after the round, his breath coming in short rasps, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t accustomed to. “Don’t let Bren catch you using language like that.” He chuckled.

“You let him win.” PaK said as he unwound another strip of bandage. “There’s no honor in that.”

“What honor would there have been gained had I won?” Kahlen shrugged. “For me, none. Had Moc’H not won he wouldn’t have graduated as a warrior. He would have been dishonored and he would have looked for someone to take his anger out on. Any guess who that might have been?”

“Still,” PoK sneered, “What honor is there in becoming a warrior when you did not earn it? You’ve earned that right a thousand times already.”

Kahlen yelped as PoK finished bandaging his wounds, pulling a little too tightly. He then mussed the younger boy’s hair. “His place is on a ship. As is yours. My place… is here, to serve as a punching bag to ensure you make it to where you are supposed to be.”

“Is that how it is, Hm?” Came a grizzled female voice from behind them. Brem was a short, broad, white-haired Klingon woman with a scar that run over the bridge of her nose and milky left eye. She leaned heavily on her cane and looked to PoK, nodding for him to leave. The younger boy bolted upright and scampered from the room. She then shuffled her way over to where Kahlen sat and took a seat next to him. “You bring no honor to this house.”

“I bring no dishonour either.” Kahlen responded. They both stared at one another for a moment before breaking into laughter.

“PoK is right. You could have easily defeated that arrogant son of a targ. The House of Jel could stand to be taken down a notch or two. Charron has been Sa'Hut 'oy'* for far too long. Still, I understand your fear of retribution.” She said.

“I’m not afraid of him, SoSnI'.* I’ve faced bigger and stronger than him.”

“But not as stupid.” She chided.

“No.” He laughed. “Not quite as much.”

“Do you think that’s all there is in being a warrior, being Klingon?” She sighed and paced her hands in her lap. “You are not Klingon. You will never be Klingon. They will never see you as Klingon.” She looked at him, no sense of humor in her eyes. “So stop trying to be Klingon. “

He looked to her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“A warrior stands in battle and fights for honor. The honor of his House, his people and his self. He fights, lives and dies for it. It doesn’t matter where he was born or from which House he is from, he is a warrior nonetheless. Pink skin, red blood. Klingon skin, purple blood. It makes no difference. All that matters is whether you carry the warrior’s spirit.”

She stood and stretched, then leaned on her cane. “Your next combat trial against the House of K’rel ‘ is in in a month. Your ribs will not be fully healed by then. It will be a painful battle.” She locked him in a stare, then turned and walked from the room. “I expect you to win.”


Kahlen faced against another Klingon initiate. This one wasn’t as large as Moc’H had been and not nearly as strong, but faced him with the same contempt as the others had done before. The Referee, an aged warrior with scars across his face, stood between them.

“Whoever wins this battle will graduate from the academy and be given a station aboard one of the ships of the line, fighting for the honor of the Klingon Empire. The other,” he said, looking to Kahlen, “will remain. Without honor. Are you ready?”

The Initiate nodded. The Referee didn’t bother to check on Kahlen. “Fight!”

They crouched into position and circled each other like wolves, eyes set on each other. Shouts of “Get the bIHnuch! Break him!” came from the cheering crowd. The Initiate, fuelled by ego and overconfidence, lunged into an attack.

Kahlen parried easily, spinning around to face the Initiate’s exposed back.

“Fool! Turn around!” Came a shout which boomed over the crowd. Kahlen saw the tall, powerful looking Klingon, his sharpened teeth beneath a dark beard. It was CHoK of the House of K’rel’. The Initiate’s father.”

The Initiate spun and glared at Kahlen, then lowered his head in threat. “You will bleed today,ghargh. Of that I am certain.”

“Maybe,” Kahlen said, parrying another blow, “But not before you.”

Again facing the Initiate’s exposed back, Kahlen sliced, catching the young man in the back and sending him sprawling forward, to the floor. The crowd roared its disapproval as the Initiate clamoured to his feet. He felt the back of his neck then looked at the purple blood in the palm of his hand.

“FOUL!” Came the booming voice again.

The Referee looked to CHoK, then motioned towards Kahlen. “Foul. The blow is invalid.”

“What?” Kahlen argued. “That was a clean strike.”

“It was a foul.” Glared the Referee, then added “or would you care to argue further and be considered disqualified for the round?”

Kahlen spat but said nothing. The Referee grinned. “I thought not. Continue!”

The Initiate growled and circled Kahlen again. Now his overconfidence was fuelled by anger. A dangerous mix.

This time Kahlen took the offensive, launching into a spiralling attack. The Initiate attempted to parry but the blows kept coming, forcing the young man to take a knee. This is it! It ends now. Kahlen thought to himself as he prepared to make the final blow. Before he could, however, there was sudden, blinding pain and the sound of shattering glass as a bottle smashed into his head, thrown from somewhere in the audience.

Kahlen stumbled, disoriented, hand to head and filling with crimson blood. He didn’t see the Initiate leap to his feet, nor did he see the flash of metal as his bat’leth caught him in the leg and sent him to the floor. The Referee grabbed the Initiate’s hand and pumped it into the air. “Victory!”

The crowd responded with a resounding cheer. CHoK folded his arms across his chest and grinned at his son. Kahlen lay on the floor, bleeding.


Hours later, in bed and wound bandaged, Kahlen stared at the ceiling of his room. PoK had come in earlier with some food but Kahlen hadn’t touched it. He had failed. He had failed Brem, PoK, everyone. Worse, he could never succeed. The odds were simply too stacked against him. All his life he was told his purpose was to serve whatever whims the Klingons wished of him. The realization that they were right had finally sunk in.

“Are you going to pout all night?” Brem asked from the doorway.

“You were wrong, SoSnI. It doesn’t matter what is in a warrior’s heart or how well he can swing a bat’leth. If he isn’t Klingon, he isn’t a warrior.” Kahlen muttered. “I fought by the rules and should have won. I just didn’t fight by their rules. Which simply say I can not win.” He then rolled over, his back to her. “Leave me please. I am tired.”

Brem watched him for a moment longer before walking off.

He lay, awake in the darkness, miles from sleep.


* Sa'Hut 'oy' = “a pain in the buttocks.”
* SoSnI' – “Grandmother” an affectionate term
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# 2
06-19-2014, 12:59 AM
High Council Chambers
General Keshka, leader of the house of Ragar, stood in front of the Chancccelor, and the high council.

Keshka: Yes, I require a commando team to raid the Federations compound on Ragnar IX.
J'Mpok: Well, I will put out a call. We shall have a bat'leth duel between the competition. Whoever wins will be the last person in your team.
Keshka: actualy, sir, I was requesting a Human. Particularly a Human by the name of Kahlen.
*The council gives a massive laugh*
J'mpok: BWAHAHAA, what could you want with that, thing?!?
Keshka: he has certain skills.
J'mpok: Very well. Because HHouse of ragar and you are my friends, I will grant you that boy. On one condition, which is so long as he can duel some of our best men, and win. Aide, summon Kahlen. Go now.
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# 3
06-19-2014, 02:53 AM
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High Council Chambers
General Keshka, leader of the house of Ragar, stood in front of the Chancccelor, and the high council.

Keshka: Yes, I require a commando team to raid the Federations compound on Ragnar IX.
J'Mpok: Well, I will put out a call. We shall have a bat'leth duel between the competition. Whoever wins will be the last person in your team.
Keshka: actualy, sir, I was requesting a Human. Particularly a Human by the name of Kahlen.
*The council gives a massive laugh*
J'mpok: BWAHAHAA, what could you want with that, thing?!?
Keshka: he has certain skills.
J'mpok: Very well. Because HHouse of ragar and you are my friends, I will grant you that boy. On one condition, which is so long as he can duel some of our best men, and win. Aide, summon Kahlen. Go now.

Kahlen carefully unwrapped the bandage from his head, wincing as the congealed blood stuck to the cloth, pulling a few of the stitches and reopening the wound. He stared at himself in the mirror, turning his head this way and that, trying to get a good look. The skin was bruised and red, the gash sutured (other than the few stitches he just pulled out) in a star-shaped pattern. Despite the pain, he grinned. 'A fine scar to brag about one day.'

He heard a knock at the door but paid no attention to it until PoK came running to him. "There's a warrior at the door. He says hes from the High Council."

"Well, what does he want?" Kahlen asked, still admiring the gash in his head. "Tell him Brem is not here and to come back later."

"He didn't ask for Brem." PoK said, "He asked for you."

'Hu'tegh. What have I done now?' He thought to himself as he went to the door meet the aide.

"Are you Kahlen of the House of Kell?" The Aide asked abruptly.

It took everything Kahlen had not to burst out laughing at the absurdness of the question. "I am."

"You are to come with me. Now." The Aide barked.


"If he's going, I'm going!" PoK announced, appearing from behind Kahlen.

"You are not invited." The Aide looked to Kahlen. "I said now."

"Stay here and wait for Brem, PoK. I'll be fine." Kahlen patted the younger Klingon on the head and followed the Aide. "Can I at least ask who's requesting me in the Council Chambers?"

"J'mpok." Was all the Aide offered. Suddenly Kahlen felt the blood rush from him. 'It's finally happening. I'm being executed. For being a Human.' was all Kahlen could think as they walked. He was so enveloped by his own thoughts he didn't even notice that they had entered the chamber and approached J'mpok and another Klingon man, high-ranking from the looks of it.

Kahlen immediately fell to one knee and brought his first to his heart. "High Chancellor. I humble myself in your presence."
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# 4
06-19-2014, 06:00 PM
“Stand up, P'Tok. Do you know who this man is?” J’mpok asked.

“I do not.” Kahlen answered.

“He is General Keshka, patriarch of the House Ragar, and for some reason he has seen fit to ask for you. You will assist him on his mission…”

“With all due respect, Chancellor, my duty is here on Q’noS and to my house.”

J’mpok stood from his seat, his eyes full of rage. “BIjatlh 'e' yImev! How dare you speak to me in that manner, pujwI' veQ! I did not ask your permission nor did I give permission for you to speak! Interrupt me again and I’ll have your heart on a plate and your head on a spike!”


Kahlen fell silent. “Now,” J’mpok continued, “You will accompany Keshka and you will follow his orders unquestioningly. From this moment onwards you are his to command. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Kahlen saluted and bowed. “Yes, Chancellor.”

“Good. Now wait for him in the great hall.” Kahlen bowed again and left. J’mpok turned to Keshka, still agitated. “I do not know what you want with that creature, General, but I assure you, no good can come from that pujwI' bIHnuch. Tell me, what is it you need such a miserable worm in your employ for, exactly?”

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# 5
06-20-2014, 02:08 AM
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“Stand up, P'Tok. Do you know who this man is?” J’mpok asked.

“I do not.” Kahlen answered.

“He is General Keshka, patriarch of the House Ragar, and for some reason he has seen fit to ask for you. You will assist him on his mission…”

“With all due respect, Chancellor, my duty is here on Q’noS and to my house.”

J’mpok stood from his seat, his eyes full of rage. “BIjatlh 'e' yImev! How dare you speak to me in that manner, pujwI' veQ! I did not ask your permission nor did I give permission for you to speak! Interrupt me again and I’ll have your heart on a plate and your head on a spike!”


Kahlen fell silent. “Now,” J’mpok continued, “You will accompany Keshka and you will follow his orders unquestioningly. From this moment onwards you are his to command. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Kahlen saluted and bowed. “Yes, Chancellor.”

“Good. Now wait for him in the great hall.” Kahlen bowed again and left. J’mpok turned to Keshka, still agitated. “I do not know what you want with that creature, General, but I assure you, no good can come from that pujwI' bIHnuch. Tell me, what is it you need such a miserable worm in your employ for, exactly?”
*Keshka raises a bushy eyebrow*
keshka: I have a plan
J'mpok: ugh, this thing is useless. *J'mpok exits*
Keshka: now, boy, tell me first. Is your allegiance to the Federation, or Empire. *As h says this, 4 Honour Guard commandos step up beside him. They are all part of the order of kahless, and elite soldiers*
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# 6
06-20-2014, 05:01 AM
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*Keshka raises a bushy eyebrow*
keshka: I have a plan
J'mpok: ugh, this thing is useless. *J'mpok exits*
Keshka: now, boy, tell me first. Is your allegiance to the Federation, or Empire. *As h says this, 4 Honour Guard commandos step up beside him. They are all part of the order of kahless, and elite soldiers*

Kahlen blinked. "With all due respect, General, the only home I have ever known is Qo'noS. The only people I have known, Klingon. I may be human, but I would stand, fight and die to protect my house and my people."
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# 7
06-20-2014, 04:37 PM
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Kahlen blinked. "With all due respect, General, the only home I have ever known is Qo'noS. The only people I have known, Klingon. I may be human, but I would stand, fight and die to protect my house and my people."
*Keshka smiles*
Keshka: That is a GOOD answer! You may be Human, but you have the words of a Klingon! But, can you fight like a Klingon? Keshka to Moc'H. You may enter.
Keshka: I want you to fight and claim victory over Moc'H. If you win, you go on the mission. If you lose, you will lose all honour! Do you accept?
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# 8
06-20-2014, 08:01 PM
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*Keshka smiles*
Keshka: That is a GOOD answer! You may be Human, but you have the words of a Klingon! But, can you fight like a Klingon? Keshka to Moc'H. You may enter.
Keshka: I want you to fight and claim victory over Moc'H. If you win, you go on the mission. If you lose, you will lose all honour! Do you accept?

Kahlen watches as the mountainous Klingon enters, that same sneer on his lips as before. His head was still pounding and he was sore from the fight with CHoK's son, but he knew enough not to turn from a challenge handed to him by a superior. He picked up one of the sparring bat'leth's from nearby and nodded. "I have no honor to lose. May you fight well, Moc'H."

Moc'H picked up a bat'leth of his own. "This isn't a sparring competition, P'Tok. You will lose more than your honor in this fight." Moc'H stood in the center of the field and slipped into a ready position. "I will bring your remains to Brem personally."

Kahlen readied himself, but Moc'H launched into an assault instantly throwing Kahlen off balance. He recovered quickly, narrowly avoiding a slice intended for his neck. He spun in time to block a reverse thrust from the larger Klingon.

Kahlen parried another assault, this time moving more graciously than before, his footing solid. He knew Moc'H would protect his flanks, leaving little opportunity to slip behind him to strike a blow, unlike the inexperienced Initiate. He also know his size, much smaller than Moc'H, could serve as an advantage.

"No more dancing!" Moc'H barked. "Now you die!" The Warrior swung, hard and wide, forcing Kahlen lo lean in order to avoid the blow, but exposing himself in the process. Kahlen dodged, bringing his bat'leth up and around, catching Moc'H in the ribs - hard. Kahlen swung again, but Moc'H grabbed the blade with a gloved hand and twisted, wrenching it from Kahlen's grip, then tossing it well out of the ring.

The odds were incredibly in Moc'H's favor and he knew it. "Funny little thing." He grinned, exposing his teeth in the Klingon equivalent to the look a wolf gives its prey just before it strikes, "You have no home here. You have no House. You have no honor. You are a pujwI'!. A bIHnuch! You are baktag and you do not deserve the honor of living."

Time was against him and Kahlen knew it. Any moment now Moc'H would strike him with a crushing blow intended to kill. 'Maybe it was for the best', the thought flashed across Kahlen's mind. He quickly forced it out. "Today is not my day to die."

Moc'H erupted into laughter. "For you there is no good day." The Klingon sprung into his final attack.




"The blade is an extension of you, a part of you, not just some tool to toss around" Brem instructed, moving like fluid, the bat'leth in her hand singing through the air.

Kahlen watched her with fascination. He was six years old at the time and already carried the many bruises and scars handed to him by his classmates. "Were you really a swordmaster, SoSnI'?"

"One either is or is not a master of the blade." She said, her movements still like water raining down from a fall. "One does not simply cease to be with age. Now pay attention. What am I doing?"

"Practicing with the blade." He said.

"No!" she pelted him on the head with the blunt end of her weapon, as was customary when he was being stupid. "Look closer. What am I doing?"

He watched her as she continued to move, then tilted his head. "It looks... it looks like you're doing mok'bara. But that's an unarmed style."

"Very good. As I said, the bat'leth is not a tool, it is not a weapon. It is an extension of your arm. Of you. This is most important... those who treat the blade as a tool fail to respect it and therefore can never truly master it. And of they should lose it," she dropped her weapon and looked to him, "They have lost their life. But for those who truly respect and know the weapon, it is not needed."

She moved back into the mok'bara. Blade or no blade, her movements still held a combination of beauty and deadliness. "When you face an opponent that is armed and you are not, whether or not you respect the weapon will decide the outcome of that fight."





Kahlen evaded Moc'H's blow, then slipped into First Position of the mok'bara. The Klingon turned, sneering. "Do you really think you can defeat an armed Klingon Warrior with that?" Moc'H charged again, and again Kahlen dodged, using the Klingon's momentum against him. As the Warrior moved past, he landed a sharp blow into his ribs.

"Gah!" Moc'H screamed, furious, as he held his side. He then charged again, raising the bat'leth high for a devastating blow.

Kahlen slipped to the side and brought his fingers up - hard - into Moc'H's armpit, dislocating the arm from its socket. Moc'H screamed, dropping his blade and cradling his arm. Eyes locked on Kahlen with an intent to kill, Moc'H forced his arm back into place, then roared into an attack.

Moc'H was larger and much stronger, but Kahlen was faster and more trained. As the Klingon charged, Kahlen launched himself up and onto Moc'H's back, then brought both hands into the Klingon's throat. Unable to breathe, the large Warrior fell first to his knees, then to the floor, wheezing.

Kahlen panted, nearly at his limit. He relaxed his pose and bowed to Moc'H. "You fought with honor."

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# 9
06-20-2014, 09:43 PM
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Kahlen watches as the mountainous Klingon enters, that same sneer on his lips as before. His head was still pounding and he was sore from the fight with CHoK's son, but he knew enough not to turn from a challenge handed to him by a superior. He picked up one of the sparring bat'leth's from nearby and nodded. "I have no honor to lose. May you fight well, Moc'H."

Moc'H picked up a bat'leth of his own. "This isn't a sparring competition, P'Tok. You will lose more than your honor in this fight." Moc'H stood in the center of the field and slipped into a ready position. "I will bring your remains to Brem personally."

Kahlen readied himself, but Moc'H launched into an assault instantly throwing Kahlen off balance. He recovered quickly, narrowly avoiding a slice intended for his neck. He spun in time to block a reverse thrust from the larger Klingon.

Kahlen parried another assault, this time moving more graciously than before, his footing solid. He knew Moc'H would protect his flanks, leaving little opportunity to slip behind him to strike a blow, unlike the inexperienced Initiate. He also know his size, much smaller than Moc'H, could serve as an advantage.

"No more dancing!" Moc'H barked. "Now you die!" The Warrior swung, hard and wide, forcing Kahlen lo lean in order to avoid the blow, but exposing himself in the process. Kahlen dodged, bringing his bat'leth up and around, catching Moc'H in the ribs - hard. Kahlen swung again, but Moc'H grabbed the blade with a gloved hand and twisted, wrenching it from Kahlen's grip, then tossing it well out of the ring.

The odds were incredibly in Moc'H's favor and he knew it. "Funny little thing." He grinned, exposing his teeth in the Klingon equivalent to the look a wolf gives its prey just before it strikes, "You have no home here. You have no House. You have no honor. You are a pujwI'!. A bIHnuch! You are baktag and you do not deserve the honor of living."

Time was against him and Kahlen knew it. Any moment now Moc'H would strike him with a crushing blow intended to kill. 'Maybe it was for the best', the thought flashed across Kahlen's mind. He quickly forced it out. "Today is not my day to die."

Moc'H erupted into laughter. "For you there is no good day." The Klingon sprung into his final attack.




"The blade is an extension of you, a part of you, not just some tool to toss around" Brem instructed, moving like fluid, the bat'leth in her hand singing through the air.

Kahlen watched her with fascination. He was six years old at the time and already carried the many bruises and scars handed to him by his classmates. "Were you really a swordmaster, SoSnI'?"

"One either is or is not a master of the blade." She said, her movements still like water raining down from a fall. "One does not simply cease to be with age. Now pay attention. What am I doing?"

"Practicing with the blade." He said.

"No!" she pelted him on the head with the blunt end of her weapon, as was customary when he was being stupid. "Look closer. What am I doing?"

He watched her as she continued to move, then tilted his head. "It looks... it looks like you're doing mok'bara. But that's an unarmed style."

"Very good. As I said, the bat'leth is not a tool, it is not a weapon. It is an extension of your arm. Of you. This is most important... those who treat the blade as a tool fail to respect it and therefore can never truly master it. And of they should lose it," she dropped her weapon and looked to him, "They have lost their life. But for those who truly respect and know the weapon, it is not needed."

She moved back into the mok'bara. Blade or no blade, her movements still held a combination of beauty and deadliness. "When you face an opponent that is armed and you are not, whether or not you respect the weapon will decide the outcome of that fight."





Kahlen evaded Moc'H's blow, then slipped into First Position of the mok'bara. The Klingon turned, sneering. "Do you really think you can defeat an armed Klingon Warrior with that?" Moc'H charged again, and again Kahlen dodged, using the Klingon's momentum against him. As the Warrior moved past, he landed a sharp blow into his ribs.

"Gah!" Moc'H screamed, furious, as he held his side. He then charged again, raising the bat'leth high for a devastating blow.

Kahlen slipped to the side and brought his fingers up - hard - into Moc'H's armpit, dislocating the arm from its socket. Moc'H screamed, dropping his blade and cradling his arm. Eyes locked on Kahlen with an intent to kill, Moc'H forced his arm back into place, then roared into an attack.

Moc'H was larger and much stronger, but Kahlen was faster and more trained. As the Klingon charged, Kahlen launched himself up and onto Moc'H's back, then brought both hands into the Klingon's throat. Unable to breathe, the large Warrior fell first to his knees, then to the floor, wheezing.

Kahlen panted, nearly at his limit. He relaxed his pose and bowed to Moc'H. "You fought with honor."
*Keshka grins*
Keshka: Good work. You're in on the mission.

KDF command
*Keshka, four commandos and kahlen are in the room*
Keshka: now, Kahlen, my plan involves you disguising yourself as a Starfleet officer, and sabotaging Earth's defence network. Then a Klingon-allied invasion fleet will enter. This mission will take roughly two months. Your task will be to befriend as many officers as possible, and then sabotage the network. This mission will begin in a week, and you have that long to prepare. do you accept, Kahlen?
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# 10
06-21-2014, 12:25 AM
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Originally Posted by jmaster29 View Post
*Keshka grins*
Keshka: Good work. You're in on the mission.

KDF command
*Keshka, four commandos and kahlen are in the room*
Keshka: now, Kahlen, my plan involves you disguising yourself as a Starfleet officer, and sabotaging Earth's defence network. Then a Klingon-allied invasion fleet will enter. This mission will take roughly two months. Your task will be to befriend as many officers as possible, and then sabotage the network. This mission will begin in a week, and you have that long to prepare. do you accept, Kahlen?

"Impersonate a Starfleet Officer? Forgive my impudence but, how, exactly, am I to do that? I've never even been to Earth, how am I to convince others that I am in Starfleet? Surely there's more to it than putting on a uniform..."
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