Klingon Empire - State of Emergency
Historical Document Released -
Emergency Council meeting on the stepping down of Chancellor Kor
Emergence Council Meeting of the Klingon Empire
|From:||Jenssen 'sa' - House of J'Ssen=Klingon Empire= (13700)||Time:||
31.01.2010 - 18:27
Jenssen and T'Laurn return to the Whirlaway from their visit to the Targ's Head. T'Laurn signals to the bridge to Jrell, Jenssen's Bolian Helmsman, to plot a course toward Kronos as the two head down the corridor to the turbo lift. Jenssen is nursing her bruised ribs again from the slide out of the bar as she and T'Larun head back towards the Bridge.
Jenssen smiles a little sadly at Mathias's reply. While indeed it is a great honor, a large weight has been tossed upon her shoulders with this decision. Life in the Delta Quadrant is about to get really interesting or really difficult. Which one that will be, Jenssen realizes, is controlled only by the whims of Lady Fortune.
Jenssen looked up to see who Kreel was, having never met him in person, only talked with him over subspace. The Antigan stood up, his tall humanoid figure with its black exoskeleton reflecting the light in the Chambers off the sharp ridges along his body to the joints. He strode purposefully forward to meet Caesar face to face. Jenssen studied him closely. He looked like a cross between a medusa and a black desert scorpion with his head covered in a mess of sharp edged protrusions that fell somewhere in-between the description of spikes and tentacles.
Kreel charged the table before the Klingon warriors who's duty it was to stop him could almost react. He jumped in one leaping step up, onto the table and slid across its highly polished surface. His sharp claws on his feet dug into ancient wood to stop himself at the far edge. During his slide he had easily scooped up the goblet of wine and clamped his clawed and webbed hand over the top, containing every drop of the precious liquid inside it. Twelve Klingon warriors had grabbed his feet and legs and were attempting to pull him off the table. He kicked out savagely, knocking four to the ground immediately. He crouched and charged the end of the table nearest Caesar. Once again he displayed a speed and agility that was perhaps underestimated by the Klingons tasked to stop him. He leapt from the table carrying the gobbet back to Caesar. Six Klingon warriors were hanging off his back, shoulders and legs as he walked each step towards Caesar like a man struggling against the incoming tide. Two more Klingon warrior were trying to take the goblet from him hands or force him to spill it. Kreel clamped his clawed hands down tight on the goblet in an embrace few species would ever be able to wrestle free of him and made his way right up the two steps of the dais to face Caesar directly.
As the mere Human strode purposefully forward to meet the challenge Caesar had called her out on...a hush fell over the Council Chambers. Those who knew her best noted the staccato sound of her boot heels striking the floor in steady cadence, a sign of the unwavering decision she has already made. Ka'Ra 'lagh -House of Tor=Klingon Empire= and Na'NeRa'mangHom - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire= fell into step along with their sister as they approached the dias. Caesar was sitting nonchalantly and showing no favor what so ever for this mere Human in front of him.
"Do you claim the right to Head your own House." He challenged her.
"I do noble Caesar." Jenssen's bard's voice filling the Chambers easily with fluid tone.
"And do you think you can be the voice of the Klingon Empire, maintain our internal Communications and Negotiate with our friends and foes over treaties and disputes, yet keep the secrets of the Empire safe from those who would torture you to get information out of you?" Caesar challenged her again leaning forward to stare at this formidable lady in front of him.
"I do noble Caesar." She stared right back at him, green eyes boring into his, her jaw clenched in solid defiance of any challenge he might have for her.
Caesar 'Emperor -House of Caesar=Klingon Empire= chuckled a dangerous laugh of a man who knew he held her life in his hands at this very moment . "We shall see then if you are worthy to stand the challenge of Head of your own House, J'Ssen. We will see if you have the honor to be the voice of the Klingon Empire and not cry out the secrets of the Empire. Come, take this dagger from my hand and swear your allegiance to me and to the Klingon Empire and you will have both positions. Fail and you must leave the Empire... one way or another." Caesar sat smugly on the High Council chair just a few steps up on the raised dais. He held causally in his hand the dagger, within easy grasp if she could take just two steps forward to reach for it.
Jenssen 'sa' - House of Mathias=Klingon Empire= knew that those two steps would not go unchallenged. She knew instantly that Ka'Ra 'lagh -House of Tor=Klingon Empire= and Na'NeRa'mangHom - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire=standing beside her was not to her benefit. Had it been any other time, would have been as a show of support for their sister. Not this time. This was her challenge then. Jenssen knew that her sisters had their sworn allegiance to the Empire and it was their ritual duty to perform to stop her. She held no animosity to toward what she knew both of them would do and do honorably. She knew that this battle of wills lay only between her and Caesar. Only Caesar and she, herself, controlled her destiny in this Empire at this moment.
"Failure, most honorable Caesar, is not an option." Jenssen calmly replied staring defiantly at Caesar.
Jenssen's gaze never wavered from Caesar's face as she took a bold and steady step forward, up onto the first step of the dais. Ka'Ra and Na'NeRa were quick as serpents. Jenssen almost smirked as the pain sticks tucked under their robes hit her from both sides, striking her already bruised ribs. The energy of the sticks was deflected largely by her body armor, but the physical hit of the sticks were not. Jenssen coiled over, refusing to utter even a gasp, as she fought to remain on her feet and take a second step up the dais.
Her green eyes never broke their steely glare on Caesar's as she gritted her teeth and reached out to grab the dragger. Her second step fell and again Ka'Ra and Na'NeRa performed their duty with honor, catching her again in the ribs with the pain sticks. Jenssen gritted her teeth and tasted blood as she bit her cheek.
Jenssen reached out to grab hold of the dragger and lifted it calmly and purposefully from Caesar's hand. Her small, strong hand covered the blade of the dagger. Her thumb automatically rested upon the blade's centerline. It was the practiced grip of an expert. Caesar stared back and suddenly his eyes widened a tiny bit as he realized this woman could at this very moment, flick that dagger between his eyes and into his skull with a flip of her wrist. Caesar realized just for a moment, how vulnerable he was to her if she so chose to act. In this instance, she had taken advantage of his tiny, overconfident error and as she was so fond of saying 'A wise man learns from others mistakes, a cunning man learns to use every mistake to his advantage.'
The words ran through both of their minds at the same time. In this tiny moment in time, they both realized she could easily turn the tide. She had his life in her hands. Jenssen did not miss the sudden change of expression in Caesar's eyes as he realized how big of a mistake this could have been.
She steadily and purposefully tucked the dagger into her belt. Her eyes never wavered from Caesar's face as she knelt down on one knee on the steps, grabbed his hand in hers and with a mischievous, yet deadly serious grin on her face and kissed the back of it.
"I swear my allegiance to the Klingon Empire and to you Emperor Caesar , for as long as the Empire requires my service. Release me from my oath, is all I ask, when I can no longer be of service." She saw in his eyes that he now knew he owed her a small debt, one she had just put in a request for. Should she require it, he may at one point, have to repay her by releasing her from her service to the Empire.
Caesar, sat there, menacing, staring at this human female and gnashing his teeth that had she not only succeeded in grabbing that simple dagger, but had succeeded in putting him in her debt at the same time. Her glared her two Klingon sisters standing at the base of the dais. Then he broke a slight smile at the edge of his weather worn, strong and fierce face as the cunning abilities this Warrior Bard and her two Klingon sisters, became clear to him. She would be very valuable indeed in her service to the Empire. "Well done, Warrior Bard." He growled.
Ka'Ra 'lagh -House of Tor=Klingon Empire= and Na'NeRa'mangHom - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire= were the first to roar in approval at their sisters courage. The rest of the stunned Warriors in the Council Chambers were for a moment standing in almost disbelieve that a mere puny mouse of a Human Female would be able to so admirably and honorable grab that dagger even if the challenge she faced was minimal compared to what a true Klingon would had to overcome to take that dagger. It was very clear that she had made a few side bets null and void with her actions. Nearly all had expected her to fail.
Tor'Cha ajla - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire=, Kreel 'totlh - House of Kreel =Klingon Empire=, Yin'epu =Klingon Empire=House of Yin'Epu,Tr'jen 'ech - House of G'uy=Klingon Empire=, and Mathias 'Sa - House of Mathias=Klingon Empire= all roared in approval and the rest of the Council Chamber followed suit as Jenssen stood without any further emphasis needed, turned and walked causally down the steps back to her bench in the council chambers. As she reached her bench, her knees buckled and she barely caught the edge of the table and slid into her seat. Ka'Ra and Na'NeRa grabbed her arms and steady her sliding her into the bench and sitting closely on either side to keep her upright throughout the rest of the Council Meeting.
Jenssen sat breathing steadily and shallow to prevent moving the re-injured muscles any more then absolutely needed to draw in a breath, ribs aching all over again from their more then adequate challenge to her honor.
"Thank you sisters." Jenssen whispered just so that only her sisters could hear, knowing that indeed this challenge could have been a lot worse. The Council Members and Heads of each House continued to voice concerns and opinions on the restructuring of the Empire.
"Thank us for nothing," Ka'Ra 'lagh -House of Tor=Klingon Empire= stated with a hint of mischievous laughter in her voice. "We hit you as hard as we could. The dagger was Na'NeRa's idea. Interesting to hold the life of an Emperor in your hand isn't it?"
"Anything else would have been dishonorable." Na'NeRa'mangHom - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire= chimed in, both of them grinning a vixen's grin.
The two Klingon warrior women knew their human sister would take every advantage of the task they had proposed to Ceasar to use as her challenge.
"Yes, it would have been." Jenssen agreed. Jenssen had no doubt she was going to be in need of Dr Nibbert's administrations again after the council session had ended. Her Klingon sisters had indeed challenged her bravery and honor as required and this was also their way of evening up the odds and showing their cunning to the New Emperor in their own way by proposing such a task to him knowing he might underestimate this human merely because of what she was.
By the end of the night, the major High Council positions were filled. The House Leaders were reaffirmed and those most loyal to the Empire had re-pledged their lives and their fleets to protect the Empire from all that would seek to destroy it.
As the council was about to break for the evening, Caesar 'Emperor - House of Caesar=Klingon Empire= called out, "And who will join the House of J'Ssen to give this House a second in line."
"I will!" A strong and strapping young Warrior, Tel'Peh ''ech - House of J'Ssen=Klingon Empire=, came forward his eyes twinkling at the lovely Na'NeRa seated beside Jenssen.
Jenssen smiled up weakly at him, "Noble Warrior, the Honor is mine."
The council chambers quickly emptied. All were eager to return to their fleets and their Colonies. KaRa and NaNeRa bid their sister farewell and Jenssen remained seated in her bench, scribing down the last of the Council minutes to report to Caesar as he had had to leave before the end of the Council meeting. It was her first official duty as Communication Officer for the Empire. G'uy 'ech - House of G'uy =Klingon Empire=who was assigned Vice-Chancellor of the Empire, had conducted the rest of the meeting. The Heads of Houses were confirmed to be: Caesar 'Emperor - House of Caesar=Klingon Empire=, Tor'Chaajla - House of Tor - =Klingon Empire=, Kreel 'totlh - House of Kreel =Klingon Empire=, Yin'epu=Klingon Empire=House of Yin'Epu,Tr'jen 'ech - House of G'uy=Klingon Empire=, Mathias 'Sa - House of Mathias=Klingon Empire=, and Jenssen 'sa' -House of J'Ssen=Klingon Empire= and once again the business of the Empire was to be conducted as usual. Burgundy Jenssen was happy she was able to claim her own name, Jenssen, back instead of the Klingon version of it. The crisis of Kor leaving had been averted for now and the Klingon Empire appeared to be off to a good start again. Still there was much to organize and Jenssen knew undoubtedly there would be serious challenges in the near future, as friend and foe tested the waters to see just how calm they really were. As she finished her notes, Grewell approached her, with T'Laurn following a discrete distance behind.
"Captain, we must leave. There is urgent word from Palladio that your presence is needed." Grewell looked agitated.
Jenssen looked up quickly and slid stiffly out of the bench to stand. Her ribs and back sore and complaining with every move, "Trouble?" She asked and saw T'Laurn's stern and solemn look. "Let's go then."
Jenssen quickly signals her ship just outside the Council Chambers, "Jenssen, to Dr Nibbert . Meet us in the Transporter room, I need some pain killers to keep me on my feet."
The all three exited the Council gates and returned to the Whirlaway to race back to Palladio. Jenssen knew that life under the flag of the Klingon Empire could, at times, be a little bit like a wild roller coaster from Hell, and this ride was just pulling out of the station.
... to be continued...
Declassified Document - A Danger Lurks
|From:||Jenssen 'ech -House of J'Ssen=Klingon Empire=(13700)||Time:||06.02.2010 - 23:51|
I have detected a protion of Drake's fleet!
He has other ships but they have stayed out of sensor range.
Trave'ler 'Sogh- House of Yin'epu=Klingon Empire=is currently under attack and
Tel'Peh -- Omega INC.--,G'uy 'ech - House of G'uy =Klingon Empire= and you are next
in the line of his ships.