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# 11
06-21-2014, 04:54 AM
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"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..."
Keshka, pulling out a device: this contains a starfleets officers memory. I will, insert it, on you, and you will have all the thoughs and memories of a starfleet officer by the name of Carlos Draken. When the time comes, the device will de activate, just in time for you to sabotage the grid. Are you in, or not?
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# 12
06-21-2014, 06:47 PM
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Keshka, pulling out a device: this contains a starfleets officers memory. I will, insert it, on you, and you will have all the thoughs and memories of a starfleet officer by the name of Carlos Draken. When the time comes, the device will de activate, just in time for you to sabotage the grid. Are you in, or not?

Kahlen looks at the device questioningly.




"Absolutely not! What are you thinking?" Brem screamed. Kahlen stood in the center of the room. He knew this reaction would come from her. "I will not allow you to be used as some test animal for this Qovpatlh!"

Brem gathered her cane and hobbled to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"To put some sense into that qoH J'mpok's head!" She said over her shoulder.

"SoSnI', stop. I want to do this." Kahlen's tone was even and determined. "It will bring some sense of honor to this house... and to me."

She turned and stared at him, contemplating. "No."

Kahlen raised his voice. "I will do this. I will be leaving in less than a week. Do not attempt to interfere in my affairs!"

Brem walked to him. She raised her cane and prodded him in the chest. "Who are you to challenge the matriarch of your house, yIntagh? How dare you take that tone with me? Who do you think you are?!"

Kahlen pushed the cane aside, his voice lowering. "I am Kahlen of the House of Kell. I am not Klingon and I will never be, but this is my opportunity to gain honor in the eyes of my brethren. And I am doing this."

She stared at him a moment longer, the fire in her eyes subsiding. "You will not tell PoK about this. I don't want him running off looking for you. And you WILL return home, or I will hunt you down myself."

Kahlen smiled, then bowed. "Yes, SoSnI'."

"Now go, before I change mind an cripple you myself." She said.

Kahlen packed his things, then left to meet up with Keshka.
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# 13
07-03-2014, 02:08 AM
Kahlen was beginning to feel the fool. Had he been so blinded by the prospect of honor and glory that he fell for a trick? Were J'Mpok and this Klingon General merely toying with him? He had arrived at the coordinates as per the Generals instructions yet he was alone. The time he was given had passed long ago yet, for some strange reasons, he continued to wait. That time, however, was over.

He muttered a curse under his breath and began to walk back the way he had come. He was so enveloped by his own misery and frustration he failed to notice the sound of boots on stone behind him, and when he did finally realize he was being followed, he had already turned into a narrow alley. His choices were limited: continue as if he were still unaware and hope to lead his tail into an ambush or turn and face them now. Neither sounded the ideal choice.
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# 14
07-08-2014, 10:16 PM
Kahlen swore under his breath. Whoever was following him kept their distance, stayed in the shadows. He made a few random turns, doubled back somewhat, but no matter what the footsteps continued to follow.

'Enough of this!' Kaheln drew his blade and spun. "Show yourself, coward! Only a petaQ remains hidden and fears to face his opponent head-on!"

"Is that so?" Came a familiar voice. A moment later, Moc'H and two younger Klingons stepped into the light. "Strong words from one such as you are nothing more than the terrible squawk of the jajlo' Qa'. Still, I have come to settle an argument."

"We are done. You succeeded in the trials and earned your place in the fleet. Leave me be."

"We may be done," Moc'H said through gritted teeth, "But I have told these two of how you bested me in combat despite being unarmed. They did not believe me, so I said they could test you themselves. Or would you make a liar out of me, Human?"

Kahlen spat. "I do not care what you have told them. This no longer concerns me." He turned from them.

"Do NOT turn your back on me, P'Tok!" Moc'H roared, then drew his mek'leth. The others did the same. "This ends now, with your blood filling the streets."

Kahlen realized his blade was inferior to the mek'leth. He equally realized he had nowhere to escape. 'So this is how I die.' he though to himself, 'So be it then.' He readied himself in a fighting stance. "Do not do this, Moc'H. I am warning you..."

"Save your threats." Moc'H nodded to one of the two at his side. The Klingon immediately rushed Kahlen, who parried the blow. Despite being small and slow for a Klingon, he still outweighed Kahlen by about 50 pounds, the force of his blow knocking Kahlen back somewhat. The Klingon recovered quickly and spun into another attack, but this time Kahlen was ready; he parried the thrust and laid an opened palm between the Klingon's shoulders, knocking him to his knees.

This wasn't the arena. There were no rules, no referees. Kahlen had to put an end to this fight quickly if he was to have any hope at survival. As the Klingon scrambled to his feet Kahlen laid another attack into the base of the spine, forcing him back to his knees once more. Then, with great effort, he brought the pommel of his blade to the Klingon's head, knocking him down and out.

"End this now, Moc'H. Let me be and go back to whatever ship you've been assigned to in peace. I'll leave you with your honor."

"bIjatlh 'e' yImev! How dare you talk to me about honor you baktag!" Moc'H nodded to the second Klingon, who immediately leaped into an attack. This Klingon was younger and even less experienced than the first. His attacks were wide and random, there was no order or thought to them at all. Kahlen parried, then thrust the blunt end of his weapon into the Klingon's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

The young Klingon wheezed and collapsed to his knees. Kahlen swallowed a great breath of air, then extended a hand. "You fought honorably."

The Young Klingon looked to him, then took Kahlen's hand and allowed him to be helped to his feet. "So the story was true after all. You fight like a Qatlh."

Kahlen blinked, then broke into a smile. The Younger Klingon grinned as well. Suddenly, his eyes shot wide and the color drained from his face. He fell to his knees, revealing Moc'H standing behind him, a bloody knife in his hand.

The Young Klingon tried to speak, to call out, but Moc'H slammed the blade into his back again, stealing the life from him. He fell limp at Kahlen's feet.

"What have you done?!" Kahlen cried.

"No." Moc'H glared, then tossed the blade at Kahlen's feet. "What have you done, murderer?"

The other Klingon moaned as he came to, pushing himself to his feet. He cleared his head then looked at the scene before him; the Young Klingon dead at Kahlen's feet. "What... what have you done to Kar?!"

"He had disarmed Kar and won the fight." Moc'H said with a sneer. "Kar had turned his back to check on you but this bIHnuch 'urwI' wasn't satisfied. He attacked from behind. Before your brother could call out, he silenced him."

"No..." Kahlen backed away, panic rising in him.

The older Klingon looked at the body of his younger brother, then to Kahlen, hate, fury and death behind his eyes. "You.... I'll KILL YOU!"

Kahlen, blinded by panic and still dumbfounded over what had just happened, turned and ran. The Older Klingon started after him but Moc'H held out an arm, stopping him.

"What are you doing?! He's getting away!"

"To where?" Moc'H said, flatly. "There is nowhere on this planet, in this system, he can hide now. Why take your revenge out on one man when you can hold his House responsible?"

"The House of Kell?" The Klingon asked.

"By right, all they own should now be yours in payment for the murder of your brother. Come, we need to speak to J'Mpok about this."





Kahlen sat, hidden beneath a stone bridge outside of the city. What was he to do? The scene of the young Klingon's face as he died replayed over and over in his mind's eye. ' SoSnI would know what to do...' he thought, a faint glimmer of hope penetrating the gloom. But as quickly as it had come it had faded again. Moc'H and the others would undoubtedly go there first in search for him. If he returned, Kahlen would place his own family in even greater risk.

No, there had to be something else. he had to find a way off of this planet. But how?

Then he realized he was only a few kilometers from a trading station. If he could get there undetected and slip aboard one of the merchant shuttles he might just make it. He wanted to say goodbye, to explain what had happened to Brem and to PoK but he knew that was impossible right now. Maybe later, when he was a safe distance from here he could send message to them. Maybe... but for now, his life depended solely on reaching that station.
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# 15
07-08-2014, 10:35 PM
OOC: Fine... since you seem to be begging for a friend here.

Perseus cracked his knuckles, then lifted the heavy box onto the cart. He'd been here at this trading station for a few days now, bartering with the Klingons, Orions, and Ferengi here as if his life depended on it. Which it did, seening as he was a trader, and a human one at that. If he didn't clearly show that here, his life was forfeit.

He grunts, pushing the heavily laden cart up a hill, toward the nearest cargo/personell transporter. The rest of his crewmates were ofd bartering and hauling their own goods, and the Captain was where he was. No one could really keep track of him, but he's the captain, and the one who gives them the right to trade here.

Along his way, he gets flagged down by a Ferengi.


"Yes, and you would want?" Perseus asks, his slight Greek accent showing.

"Hmm, yes, merely to peruse your goods, human. What is the price for a pound of spice?" the Ferengi asks.

Perseus shrugs. "What do you think?"

"Hmm. I couldn't, just couldn't even come close to a calculation without a... ah... a sample, perhaps?"

"Well, I guess a little taste wouldn't hurt." Perseus says, then takes a little knife and makes a small incision, garnerkng a little spice in his hand. "Here ya go."

"Why thank you, thank you!" the Ferengi says, then sniffs. "Wh-what!? This smells like a, a, a poison! Do you dare poison me, human!" he yells, then two Klingons walk up, obviously under the Ferengi's payroll.

"What is going on here?" the First One asks.

"It would seem that a human has tried to murder a citizen of the Empire!" the Second One exclaims.

"Now, now boys, no ne-"

"Well, my friends, I don't think the usual punishment is needed here, just a little... compensation is needed..." the Ferengi interrupts Perseus, with a sly look. "Perhaps, all of this ones goods, hmm?"

OOC: And if Kahlen would be ever so kind...
"Change is the only constant in Reality." - Heraclitus.... Ironic, no?
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# 16
07-08-2014, 10:48 PM
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OOC: Fine... since you seem to be begging for a friend here.
[ooc]LOL - I just didn't want the story to end so prematurely... I'll have a response to your post soon - still recovering from surgery and can't stay on the computer for too long in one sitting...[/OOC]
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# 17
07-08-2014, 10:50 PM
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[ooc]LOL - I just didn't want the story to end so prematurely... I'll have a response to your post soon - still recovering from surgery and can't stay on the computer for too long in one sitting...[/OOC]
OOC: Of course! Besides, I might have my hands full with handling a lycan with trycanphobia over in the Hail Ba'al thread sooo...
"Change is the only constant in Reality." - Heraclitus.... Ironic, no?
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# 18
07-11-2014, 12:39 AM
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OOC: Fine... since you seem to be begging for a friend here.

Perseus cracked his knuckles, then lifted the heavy box onto the cart. He'd been here at this trading station for a few days now, bartering with the Klingons, Orions, and Ferengi here as if his life depended on it. Which it did, seening as he was a trader, and a human one at that. If he didn't clearly show that here, his life was forfeit.

He grunts, pushing the heavily laden cart up a hill, toward the nearest cargo/personell transporter. The rest of his crewmates were ofd bartering and hauling their own goods, and the Captain was where he was. No one could really keep track of him, but he's the captain, and the one who gives them the right to trade here.

Along his way, he gets flagged down by a Ferengi.


"Yes, and you would want?" Perseus asks, his slight Greek accent showing.

"Hmm, yes, merely to peruse your goods, human. What is the price for a pound of spice?" the Ferengi asks.

Perseus shrugs. "What do you think?"

"Hmm. I couldn't, just couldn't even come close to a calculation without a... ah... a sample, perhaps?"

"Well, I guess a little taste wouldn't hurt." Perseus says, then takes a little knife and makes a small incision, garnerkng a little spice in his hand. "Here ya go."

"Why thank you, thank you!" the Ferengi says, then sniffs. "Wh-what!? This smells like a, a, a poison! Do you dare poison me, human!" he yells, then two Klingons walk up, obviously under the Ferengi's payroll.

"What is going on here?" the First One asks.

"It would seem that a human has tried to murder a citizen of the Empire!" the Second One exclaims.

"Now, now boys, no ne-"

"Well, my friends, I don't think the usual punishment is needed here, just a little... compensation is needed..." the Ferengi interrupts Perseus, with a sly look. "Perhaps, all of this ones goods, hmm?"

OOC: And if Kahlen would be ever so kind...

Kahlen had been lurking in the shadows of the trading station for over an hour, looking for a ship he could slip into without much fuss. He hadn't heard anything regarding the murder of the young Klingon yet, so either Moc'H hadn't gotten to J'Mpok yet or the KDF guards were keeping a low profile in their search for him. One thing was for certain, however... he had to get off this planet if was to have any hopes to survive this.

He had settled on a spice merchant, human, who seemed to be eagerly bartering away his wares. Spice was a wide-market commodity and it wasn't improbable that such a merchant would take his wares well beyond the system, let alone into another quadrant, so it seemed like the perfect choice. Additionally, it seemed this merchant was flying solo, which made him even more appealing. Kahlen was about to slip on board as the merchant was dealing with a Ferengi when he overheard the conversation; the Ferengi, in true fashion, was attempting to steal the merchant's wares rather than buy them. Under normal circumstances Kahlen would have just ignored this and let what may be, be, but these were not normal circumstances. Kahlen had to get onto this particular ship, and the more time wasted in port the more likely the KDF would be after him.

A straight-forward tactic wouldn't work; he wasn't sure of the guards in this station had been alerted to him or not. If he somehow got himself arrested, he might as well commit suicide. Kahlen began to look for an alternative. If he could distract the Ferengi somehow. He remembered seeing a Ferengi trade vessel in a bay not too far from here. Chances were, it was this verengan Ha'DIbaH's ship. There wasn't much that could break a Ferengi out of making profit, but the one thing that coud guarantee it was the risk of an even greater loss. A plan formed in Kahlen's mind and he set off for the Ferengi's ship.


Backed by the Klingon guards the Ferengi pokes a chubby finger into Perseus's chest. "I should acquire your goods, your ship AND have you imprisoned. But you caught me in a.. forgiving... mood. I'll settle for just your goods and your ship. If you prefer, we can negotiate for the ship." The little man gives a crooked, toothy smile.

Before he could say another word, however, a rabble begins to rise from a crowd nearby. A few more tradesmen in the area rush past then, towards the sound. Piquing the Ferengi's interest, he grabs the sleeve of one of the traders. "What's going on over there?"

"There's a Ferengi selling everything on his ship for a quarter of the price it's worth!" The man says.

"That's insane. No Ferengi in his right mind would do such a thing."

"I know!" The man says, breaking free from his grasp, "That's why I have to get in on this deal before he comes to his senses." He turns to run.

"Wait!" The Ferengi orders, "What's the name of this Ferengi's ship?"

"Um..." the Trader ponders, still moving towards the growing mob. "The Latinum Star or something!"

The Ferengi's eyes go wide. "That's... myship.... that's MY SHIP! My profits!" He turns and heads towards the mob. he turns and motions to the guards. "Well come on! Don't just stand there! Someone's stealing my profits!"

The two guards exchange a look, then follow him.

During the confusion, Kahlen manages to slip aboard the trader's ship and tuck himself into the secondary cargo hold. Now all he can do is wait... and hope.
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# 19
07-11-2014, 12:53 AM
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Kahlen had been lurking in the shadows of the trading station for over an hour, looking for a ship he could slip into without much fuss. He hadn't heard anything regarding the murder of the young Klingon yet, so either Moc'H hadn't gotten to J'Mpok yet or the KDF guards were keeping a low profile in their search for him. One thing was for certain, however... he had to get off this planet if was to have any hopes to survive this.

He had settled on a spice merchant, human, who seemed to be eagerly bartering away his wares. Spice was a wide-market commodity and it wasn't improbable that such a merchant would take his wares well beyond the system, let alone into another quadrant, so it seemed like the perfect choice. Additionally, it seemed this merchant was flying solo, which made him even more appealing. Kahlen was about to slip on board as the merchant was dealing with a Ferengi when he overheard the conversation; the Ferengi, in true fashion, was attempting to steal the merchant's wares rather than buy them. Under normal circumstances Kahlen would have just ignored this and let what may be, be, but these were not normal circumstances. Kahlen had to get onto this particular ship, and the more time wasted in port the more likely the KDF would be after him.

A straight-forward tactic wouldn't work; he wasn't sure of the guards in this station had been alerted to him or not. If he somehow got himself arrested, he might as well commit suicide. Kahlen began to look for an alternative. If he could distract the Ferengi somehow. He remembered seeing a Ferengi trade vessel in a bay not too far from here. Chances were, it was this verengan Ha'DIbaH's ship. There wasn't much that could break a Ferengi out of making profit, but the one thing that coud guarantee it was the risk of an even greater loss. A plan formed in Kahlen's mind and he set off for the Ferengi's ship.


Backed by the Klingon guards the Ferengi pokes a chubby finger into Perseus's chest. "I should acquire your goods, your ship AND have you imprisoned. But you caught me in a.. forgiving... mood. I'll settle for just your goods and your ship. If you prefer, we can negotiate for the ship." The little man gives a crooked, toothy smile.

Before he could say another word, however, a rabble begins to rise from a crowd nearby. A few more tradesmen in the area rush past then, towards the sound. Piquing the Ferengi's interest, he grabs the sleeve of one of the traders. "What's going on over there?"

"There's a Ferengi selling everything on his ship for a quarter of the price it's worth!" The man says.

"That's insane. No Ferengi in his right mind would do such a thing."

"I know!" The man says, breaking free from his grasp, "That's why I have to get in on this deal before he comes to his senses." He turns to run.

"Wait!" The Ferengi orders, "What's the name of this Ferengi's ship?"

"Um..." the Trader ponders, still moving towards the growing mob. "The Latinum Star or something!"

The Ferengi's eyes go wide. "That's... myship.... that's MY SHIP! My profits!" He turns and heads towards the mob. he turns and motions to the guards. "Well come on! Don't just stand there! Someone's stealing my profits!"

The two guards exchange a look, then follow him.

During the confusion, Kahlen manages to slip aboard the trader's ship and tuck himself into the secondary cargo hold. Now all he can do is wait... and hope.
Perseus watches the Ferengi go, half tempted to follow beat him. But he turns quickly, getting his temper in check. Mother always said to follow a miracle with kindness, and beating the Ferengi was not exactly according to God's laws.

He quickly made his way to the ship, meeting some his crewmates and friends on the way and talking about typical trade topics, prices and the like. He soon says good bye, each of the individual traders having been assigned a cargo hold on the ship, Perse's being the secondary. He walks in and unloads his cargo, then looks around.

Something feels off. Like some one was watching him. He quickly pulls his knife again, trusting his instincts.


"Hello? Anyone there?" he says in Common.
"Change is the only constant in Reality." - Heraclitus.... Ironic, no?
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# 20
07-11-2014, 06:16 AM
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Perseus watches the Ferengi go, half tempted to follow beat him. But he turns quickly, getting his temper in check. Mother always said to follow a miracle with kindness, and beating the Ferengi was not exactly according to God's laws.

He quickly made his way to the ship, meeting some his crewmates and friends on the way and talking about typical trade topics, prices and the like. He soon says good bye, each of the individual traders having been assigned a cargo hold on the ship, Perse's being the secondary. He walks in and unloads his cargo, then looks around.

Something feels off. Like some one was watching him. He quickly pulls his knife again, trusting his instincts.


"Hello? Anyone there?" he says in Common.

'Not yet. It's too soon.' Kahlen thought to himself as he watched the Human investigate. He also saw the weapon in his hand. Kahlen assumed he could overpower the man but that would be of little help as he had no idea how to fly a starship, even a trade vessel. No, now was not the time. He dug himself in beneath some cargo and lowered his breathing, becoming perfectly still.
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