January 2006 - Post Selection (1)
ON: A prelude to a war of worlds. (JP)
Day: 3 Time: 19.15 Scene: CSciO's Office Deck 4
Lieutenant Gol'Khar lounged back in his seemingly small chair as he waited for his assistant to arrive for their meeting, which according to the chrono on the wall, would be quite soon. As his attention was fixed on the computer screen on his desk, he thought about his meeting with Cmdr Vahl earlier. No matter which way he looked at them, women, other than those who were Klingon, were the epitome of mystery, he thought to himself as he tried to concentrate on the data displayed on the screen. None, as far as he was concerned, more so than Claryx Vahl.
He had completely failed to understand just why it was, that she had insisted on dealing with the hotel incident herself, when he could have settled it once and for all, the Klingon way. There was no honour in giving in to those who bully their way through life, he thought. In this particular instance, those who owned the hotel were plainly picking on a woman as being an easy target, simply because the two who had caused the damage, would more than likely return to cause more, should they be harassed for the credits.
He suddenly brought a closed fist sharply down onto his desk top, a feeling of rage coursing through his blood, as he felt the need to obtain justice for what was a civilian matter. The door chime broke his chain of thought, and looking up he noticed the figure of a man he had never seen before.
Percival, having had his bug-search in Sickbay and after reporting in to the Executive Officer, had taken the medic's advice and had changed into his Starfleet uniform before attending the appointment with his new, well, actually his first, senior officer.
Standing strictly to attention when the door slid open and with exactly measured steps, he entered the office and stood still in front of his Klingon master, suddenly realising that he still wore his screen lens. Blinking his eye, he let it pop out before bowing to the silent figure and he said: " Tai Zan Gol'Khar mIghghghghg taHgha-ah-chvo' yImej 'ej yIQaQ! rojijijij yInej 'ej yItlha'."
(OFF: The translation may have been: "Honored Sir Gol'Khar, May you be departed from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it." But then again it may also have sounded like: " Yoh! Golky! Yoh momma is stinka lika Targ." Klingonese is quite tricky, you know?)
Gol'Khar sat transfixed in his seat, wondering if, for one minute, the Universal Translator was on the blink. After hearing what sounded like something from the Klingon language being spoken, he leaned forward and brought up the ship's manifest on his screen. While Percival waited patiently, Gol'Khar quickly checked through the list of arrivals, followed by those who were joining the science department. He read off the name of his assistant in his mind. According to the data, this man was, he confirmed doubtfully, indeed Terran, but certainly no Terran he had ever met, nor even heard of before now.
"What dialect is that? I am familiar with many Terran languages and their dialects, but yours is completely new to me... ahh, Ensign Bellophoron?" He enquired, his forehead creased by a sizeable frown that darkened his features much more than was normal for a Klingon. Bewilderment was clearly etched on his face at this particular time as he waited to hear the forthcoming reply.
"Indeed you are correct, Sir." Percival replied, wondering why the Klingon was showing all facial signs of being sexually interested in the Ensign. He stopped himself from shuddering and considered it for a second, then deciding that it must have been Percival's inexperience with Klingon physique that made him misinterpret Gol'Khar's intentions.
"I am indeed known as Percival Bellophoron but as this is our first encounter I am honour bound to inform good Sir of my proper name."
Percival made another bow.
"I have the honour of presenting my most insignificant self as Percival Reginald Andromedus Tiberius Bellophoron the Third, most loyal servant of his Lordship Gol'Khar."
Percival clicked his heels together and inclined his head.
"Pray be ensured of my commitment to your cause and may you never have reason to doubt my willingness to perform any duty as you may see fit to lay upon me."
Instead of finding clarification on the matter, Gol'Khar felt more bemused by the man standing before him. One thing was certain, he had to learn to get on with him, since he wasn't used to failure no matter what came his way.
"Have you been assigned to your quarters, which I believe are on deck four?" Gol'Khar asked him, hoping that he'd understand the reply he was about to receive.
Percival nodded.
"I have had the utmost pleasure of engaging fair Lady Vahl earlier this day. She most benevolently allowed my entrance on board and informed my of my small abode aboard this vessel. It is indeed on this same deck. However, Sir, if you may allow me, I would like to inform good Sir of the fact that according to my knowledge my quarters have been incorrectly assigned to me. Undoubtedly my abode was meant for a reasonably sized family, not for a person on his own. I will however inform Lady Vahl of my misgivings regarding this unfortunate mistake."
"Hmm. I think that we'd best get on with why you are here. These PADDs contain the location of all the science department's facilities on board this ship. Further, they also have the current duty rosters and a list of all science personnel." Gol'Khar informed him.
"Your own duties, as my Assistant, are listed. Familiarize yourself with these before we leave for our next mission."
Percival allowed himself to take a precise step forward and accepted the PADDs. He quickly glanced over them and nodded.
"That appears to be quite proper. I will endeavour to follow these stipulations to the letter. Could Sir enlighten me as to the time that one would be allowed to spend on studying these documents and the on board facilities so that I would be able to perform my duty adequately until our duty will take us to our new endeavour?"
"No, our new mission has yet to be announced, but when it is, I will inform you of its details." Gol'Khar replied, figuring that he was sure that he was beginning to understand the way Percival Bellophoron III was speaking.
"When we're on duty, you will call me 'Chief', but when we're off duty, I am Gol'Khar." He informed the Ensign. "It's not the ideal of times, but make yourself known to the department's staff as soon as you're able to. Most will likely have gone ashore. I'll leave it up to you what you would wish to do, either stay on board, or go ashore until leave is cancelled?"
Percival frowned at the thought of having to name his Master simply as 'Chief'. Unfortunately, the Klingon had made it quite and unhappily in a not to be mistaken way clear that that was what he wanted Percival to do. As his duty came before all, even before using proper language at all times, there was little Percival could do against it. Percival wondered if he should remark that even during duty, his Master's name would be Gol'Khar, not just during off duty periods but decided against it.
~ How fortunate that I consider myself to be on duty at all times.~ he mused for a second.
"Yes, Mylord, Chief you will be know as. I will, with good Sir's permission, remain on board so that I will become familiar with all the information that Sir has been so kind as to provide me with all the more presently."
"Good." Gol'Khar replied with a grin. "Welcome to the science department, Ensign. I'm glad to have you join us," he said, reaching out his right hand to take the Ensign's in his own and shaking it enthusiastically.
Day: 3 Time: 19.45 Scene: Sickbay Deck 8
Percival walked into Sickbay, holding his right wrist with his left hand.
"Excuse me?" Percival asked. "I seem to have met a small accident and as a result my hand seems to be severely broken. Would it be possible for your good self to have a look at it? If this would not inconvenience you, of course."
OFF : JP by:
Lieutenant Gol'Khar
CSciO
USS Dark Matter
and
Ensign Percival Bellophoron III
ACSciO
USS Dark Matter
Day: 3 Time: 19.15 Scene: CSciO's Office Deck 4
Lieutenant Gol'Khar lounged back in his seemingly small chair as he waited for his assistant to arrive for their meeting, which according to the chrono on the wall, would be quite soon. As his attention was fixed on the computer screen on his desk, he thought about his meeting with Cmdr Vahl earlier. No matter which way he looked at them, women, other than those who were Klingon, were the epitome of mystery, he thought to himself as he tried to concentrate on the data displayed on the screen. None, as far as he was concerned, more so than Claryx Vahl.
He had completely failed to understand just why it was, that she had insisted on dealing with the hotel incident herself, when he could have settled it once and for all, the Klingon way. There was no honour in giving in to those who bully their way through life, he thought. In this particular instance, those who owned the hotel were plainly picking on a woman as being an easy target, simply because the two who had caused the damage, would more than likely return to cause more, should they be harassed for the credits.
He suddenly brought a closed fist sharply down onto his desk top, a feeling of rage coursing through his blood, as he felt the need to obtain justice for what was a civilian matter. The door chime broke his chain of thought, and looking up he noticed the figure of a man he had never seen before.
Percival, having had his bug-search in Sickbay and after reporting in to the Executive Officer, had taken the medic's advice and had changed into his Starfleet uniform before attending the appointment with his new, well, actually his first, senior officer.
Standing strictly to attention when the door slid open and with exactly measured steps, he entered the office and stood still in front of his Klingon master, suddenly realising that he still wore his screen lens. Blinking his eye, he let it pop out before bowing to the silent figure and he said: " Tai Zan Gol'Khar mIghghghghg taHgha-ah-chvo' yImej 'ej yIQaQ! rojijijij yInej 'ej yItlha'."
(OFF: The translation may have been: "Honored Sir Gol'Khar, May you be departed from evil, and do good; seek peace, and pursue it." But then again it may also have sounded like: " Yoh! Golky! Yoh momma is stinka lika Targ." Klingonese is quite tricky, you know?)
Gol'Khar sat transfixed in his seat, wondering if, for one minute, the Universal Translator was on the blink. After hearing what sounded like something from the Klingon language being spoken, he leaned forward and brought up the ship's manifest on his screen. While Percival waited patiently, Gol'Khar quickly checked through the list of arrivals, followed by those who were joining the science department. He read off the name of his assistant in his mind. According to the data, this man was, he confirmed doubtfully, indeed Terran, but certainly no Terran he had ever met, nor even heard of before now.
"What dialect is that? I am familiar with many Terran languages and their dialects, but yours is completely new to me... ahh, Ensign Bellophoron?" He enquired, his forehead creased by a sizeable frown that darkened his features much more than was normal for a Klingon. Bewilderment was clearly etched on his face at this particular time as he waited to hear the forthcoming reply.
"Indeed you are correct, Sir." Percival replied, wondering why the Klingon was showing all facial signs of being sexually interested in the Ensign. He stopped himself from shuddering and considered it for a second, then deciding that it must have been Percival's inexperience with Klingon physique that made him misinterpret Gol'Khar's intentions.
"I am indeed known as Percival Bellophoron but as this is our first encounter I am honour bound to inform good Sir of my proper name."
Percival made another bow.
"I have the honour of presenting my most insignificant self as Percival Reginald Andromedus Tiberius Bellophoron the Third, most loyal servant of his Lordship Gol'Khar."
Percival clicked his heels together and inclined his head.
"Pray be ensured of my commitment to your cause and may you never have reason to doubt my willingness to perform any duty as you may see fit to lay upon me."
Instead of finding clarification on the matter, Gol'Khar felt more bemused by the man standing before him. One thing was certain, he had to learn to get on with him, since he wasn't used to failure no matter what came his way.
"Have you been assigned to your quarters, which I believe are on deck four?" Gol'Khar asked him, hoping that he'd understand the reply he was about to receive.
Percival nodded.
"I have had the utmost pleasure of engaging fair Lady Vahl earlier this day. She most benevolently allowed my entrance on board and informed my of my small abode aboard this vessel. It is indeed on this same deck. However, Sir, if you may allow me, I would like to inform good Sir of the fact that according to my knowledge my quarters have been incorrectly assigned to me. Undoubtedly my abode was meant for a reasonably sized family, not for a person on his own. I will however inform Lady Vahl of my misgivings regarding this unfortunate mistake."
"Hmm. I think that we'd best get on with why you are here. These PADDs contain the location of all the science department's facilities on board this ship. Further, they also have the current duty rosters and a list of all science personnel." Gol'Khar informed him.
"Your own duties, as my Assistant, are listed. Familiarize yourself with these before we leave for our next mission."
Percival allowed himself to take a precise step forward and accepted the PADDs. He quickly glanced over them and nodded.
"That appears to be quite proper. I will endeavour to follow these stipulations to the letter. Could Sir enlighten me as to the time that one would be allowed to spend on studying these documents and the on board facilities so that I would be able to perform my duty adequately until our duty will take us to our new endeavour?"
"No, our new mission has yet to be announced, but when it is, I will inform you of its details." Gol'Khar replied, figuring that he was sure that he was beginning to understand the way Percival Bellophoron III was speaking.
"When we're on duty, you will call me 'Chief', but when we're off duty, I am Gol'Khar." He informed the Ensign. "It's not the ideal of times, but make yourself known to the department's staff as soon as you're able to. Most will likely have gone ashore. I'll leave it up to you what you would wish to do, either stay on board, or go ashore until leave is cancelled?"
Percival frowned at the thought of having to name his Master simply as 'Chief'. Unfortunately, the Klingon had made it quite and unhappily in a not to be mistaken way clear that that was what he wanted Percival to do. As his duty came before all, even before using proper language at all times, there was little Percival could do against it. Percival wondered if he should remark that even during duty, his Master's name would be Gol'Khar, not just during off duty periods but decided against it.
~ How fortunate that I consider myself to be on duty at all times.~ he mused for a second.
"Yes, Mylord, Chief you will be know as. I will, with good Sir's permission, remain on board so that I will become familiar with all the information that Sir has been so kind as to provide me with all the more presently."
"Good." Gol'Khar replied with a grin. "Welcome to the science department, Ensign. I'm glad to have you join us," he said, reaching out his right hand to take the Ensign's in his own and shaking it enthusiastically.
Day: 3 Time: 19.45 Scene: Sickbay Deck 8
Percival walked into Sickbay, holding his right wrist with his left hand.
"Excuse me?" Percival asked. "I seem to have met a small accident and as a result my hand seems to be severely broken. Would it be possible for your good self to have a look at it? If this would not inconvenience you, of course."
OFF : JP by:
Lieutenant Gol'Khar
CSciO
USS Dark Matter
and
Ensign Percival Bellophoron III
ACSciO
USS Dark Matter