Klingon's Greetings

Posted on Saturday February 13th, 2021 @ 6:39pm by Captain Tobias Bishop III

Mission: The Forgotten Outpost
Location: IKS Amw'l / Deep Space Three
Timeline: Current

::ON::

The roar of song filled the Amw'l's Bridge. The last pirate ship was disintegrating into its constituent parts, courtesy of the K'vort-class vessel's weaponry. Krod reflected that the pirate's technology was no match for the ingenuity and fierceness of the Klingon Empire's warriors.

No matter that the ships were antiquated 23rd Century vessels.

The glory and the spoils belonged to the victor!

The Amw'l had been pursued by adversaries for days, but by savvy use of the ship's cloaking device and standard Klingon raiding tactics had rendered them a victory that would be at least a minor song in the annals of House Targeth. Krod nodded to himself in satisfaction. He had once again proved his worthiness in the eyes of Kahless.

It was only a pity that such minor spoils were the only opportunities that abounded themselves.

Krod settled his aging frame into the center chair of the Amw'ls bridge. He sighed heavily, 'the time for sport is past,' he growled in a low basso voice. Flailing an arm in the direction of his navigation officer he grunted in a harsh rasp, 'engage course to Deep Space Three.' He looked deep into the starfield of the viewer in front of him, 'it is high time we made ourselves known to those Starfleet Ha'DIbaH!'

'Engage warp speed!' he ordered, a fierce glint in his eye.

[Deep Space Three]

The Amw'L re-entered normal space with plenty of distance between it and Deep Space Three. No sense in frightening the bIHnuch of Starfleet, thought Krod with a fangy smile. We are all one happy alliance after all. The bulky Klingon turned in his chair and regarded his Communications Officer, 'hail the Federation base. Inform them the Klingon Empire has honoured them with an embassy.'

Amw'L's Comms Officer nodded and obliged his superior, informing the station that the Klingon Empire's Ambassador had arrived.

He tugs on his uniform one more time to make sure it was straight. "Commander, Klingons too? This will never make a dull moment here at DS3." comments Trensu.

"Put the call on the main viewer," Bishop ordered.

"Aye, Sir! on main veiwer." Trensu Replied.

'Ah, Commander. Greetings in the name of the Klingon Empire!' Krod paused and ran his tongue along his snaggly teeth, 'I am Krod. The High Chancellor has seen fit to assign me as the Empire's Ambassador to the station. Myself and the crew of the Amw'L will require permission to dock and come aboard the station. It has been a long and eventful passage from the Empire, and they are looking to unwind.'

"Permission granted, Ambassador, Welcome to Deep Space Three. I am sure that you will find all that you seek in the Embassy or the Promenade."

"I am sure we will," Krod smiled wickedly as his voice fall to a low bass. "I shall be required to present my credentials to you no doubt, Commander, at a time convenient to your people. It would do me great honour if we could arrange it quickly so that I may begin to see to the Empire's interests in the area."

"Your credentials were transmitted to my office shortly before you arrived, but you are welcome to attend the morning briefing with my Executive Officer and myself at 0800 hours station time tomorrow."

Muting the Comms "Sir, would you like me to meet him at the docking ring?" asked Trensu. then he unmuted the comms after the commander's answer.

Bishop answered Trensu with a nod of the head.

The bulky Klingon nodded his head at the Commander, 'iblook forward to meeting you and your senior officer, Commander Bishop. Starfleet and the Imperial Forces have done great, glorious things together! Amw'L out!'

Liv tugged on Trensu's uniform jacket, already headed towards the lift. "Krod." She whispered, a bit excited. "I've heard of him." She added. "They're a legend. Let's go." She took a breath. "Suddenly feeling less awkward about the Romulans being on the station."

"Ambassador Krod" he said. "And yes he is an interesting Klingon. I think he will be less trouble out of all of them. I would fear his wife more than him." He said with a small laugh. " I know that they are a Security issue but I would keep an eye on some of his men. they can get a bit ruff more than normal" Trensu commented.

"I'm more concerned about the Romulans than this Ambassador." Olivia chuckled. "Klingons, I like. There is a way of managing them."

[Deep Space 3 - Docking Ring]

The Amw'L had successfully docked at Docking Ring Twelve, and Krod was eager to get aboard. Being the good Klingon leader he was, the old warriro barked orders at his underlings, berating them for being careless with his sealed, most precious cases. 'Take them to my quarters at once, you scurrilous dogs!' he roared as the docking ring's airlock began to cycle. Krod bellowed at them to get moving, encouraging them to move past the Starfleet honour guard that was assembling.

As he walked the short way through to the holding area, his wife approached him. J'osteg placed her good right had on his shoulder, snarling, as she leaned in, and in a voice just loud enough to be heard by all said, 'calm yourself husband. You are overexcited. Act with the dignity of your station.' Krod jerked his head in her direction, catching her eye and smelling the smell of sweet roasted targ-meat on her breath. He snarled back at her a moment, while her cold grey eyes returned the look impassively, before he launched into booming laughter, 'well said my wife!'

The Klingon Ambassador regarded the assembled Starfleet complement, nodding his head in approval as his own staff gathered at the airlock. 'A fine display of Starfleet arms!' he declared, clapping an crewman on their shoulder, 'a fine display! It has been too long since I drew blood with our Federation allies! Too long!' Once more his wife placed her good hand on his shoulder as a reminder to be calm. Krod turned to regard the assembled officers.

Trensu waited for the XO to lead off as she was the highest ranking officer there. He just stood rigid and disciplined. giving no sign of weakness. The security officers stood to either side at attention. Krod clapped a crewman on their shoulder as he walked buy, the crewmen seem shocked by the gesture but did not move and looked straight ahead.

Olivia took a moment to readjust her stature. "Ambassador Krod. It is an honor to meet you, sir." She took a moment. "This is Lieutenant Trensu. Our Chief of Security. The Base Commander wished to extend his greetings in person, however, we're dealing with a major security issue involving one of the guests we're hosting. Apparently their vessel was disabled." She paused. "It is a comfort to have honorable Klingon warriors to keep things... Honorable."

The Ambassador planted himself in front of the two officer and nodded his head, 'honour.' He hooked his hands into his straining belt. 'Honour is a big word, Commander. I trust I and my people will be worthy of such an accolade from one so well known to us.' He inclined his head to Trensu, 'it is my honour to meet you, particularly at such a pressing time as this.' He smiled a snaggle-toothed smile, 'if the Empire can be of assistance you can be assured of our help.'

"I am honored, Ambassador I am sure if the Commander is in need of the Empire he will ask you. We have your residents and embassy ready as per your instruction Ambassador." Motioning for the Ambassador "this way Ambassador" said Trensu.

'You won't do me the honour of introducing my own staff, Lieutenant?' Kord's voice dropped to a basso rumble at the petaQ's insult. 'What manner of greeting is this for a valued ally?'

Bishop joined the group as they were still near the airlock. "My apologies Ambassador. My duties prevented me from arriving sooner. You can imagine on a station this size, there is always a crisis that demands attention." The commander said, giving a slight bow to the Ambassador.

"Commander, while I hate to interrupt, you are needed immediately on that security issue." he added, as the XO turned quickly to leave.

"Now then, I believe you were about to introduce your staff, Ambassador?"

Krod widened his eyes at this unusual disturbance, then broke out into another toothy smile. 'Commander Bishop, your reputation precedes you. Yes, my staff. Very well. Allow me first to introduce my wife, J'osteg, as honourable a wife a man could desire.'

J'osteg nodded her head briefly lowering her eyes, as was the custom for an Ambassdor's wife, then reached out with her good right hand to shake the Commander's. Her left look withered and malformed and was hugged tight to her body.

TAG BISHOP

Nodding, Krod moved along the line that had formed behind him. Indicating a younger Klingon who had tamed his unruly hair into a tidier affair, he noted, 'this is Colonel Morog, my embassy's chief of security.' Another Klingon woman with a grim set to her face and greying hair was pointed out at 'Lee'rsa my diplomatic aide.' A few more hangers on and security staff were introduced as well.

'You do me honour, Commander Bishop, by allowing me to introduce my staff. I hope we shall work well together.' Krod proceeded to encourage his staff to introduce themselves to the head of station security as well.

"If you would kindly follow me, I will show you to the Embassy." the Commander said with slight smile.


:: To Be Continued ::

Commander Tobias Bishop III
Commanding Officer
Deep Space Three

Lieutenant Ahkhsu Trensu
Chief of Security
Deep Space Three

Ambassador Krod
Klingon Ambassador
Deep Space Three
(PNPC Ithahr)