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Post by ianjax on Mar 21, 2007 23:28:31 GMT
Jax had accompanied Mrs Horn to the infirmary when she had left the gathering at the house. The Commander appeared to be exhausted, and it was no wonder at all. Though he had had some recovery time, it wasn't nearly enouigh even for simple activities like sitting up, going out for some air, or holding extended conversations. To go the the Great Hall and participate in the activities there was ill-advised, and the commander was now paying the price for that expenditure of energy.
Jax had been delighted when Cadet Parker--he'd learned that she wished him to call her Alex, which pleased him to no end--had accompanied him and Mrs Horn. She was certainly pleasant to have around, and Jax was coming to believe that she had a most positive impact on Mrs Horn. That was important, as the Commander had many darkly daunting issues remaining to be dealt with, and these would tax Mrs Horn as she watched her husband struggle. Alex was good with her, and as a medic would be helpful in situations such as labor and the general unpleasant accompaniments of pregnancy. And though Jax would not quite have admitted it, he liked having Alex along just because he liked her, and wished he knew her better.
"Thank you for coming with me," she said, while nodding towards Peter who had stirred for the first time in minutes. She reached towards Jax, lightly holding his hand for comfort.
Then she suddenly tightened her grip and she moaned, clutching at her abdomen. Just as quickly as it had come up, it passed again. Smiling wanly, she released Ian's hand. "Sorry," she murmured, "false alarm."
Jax smiled. "I expect you are going to have many more of those." Parker had rushed over to see what she could do, but the false labor had stopped for the time being.
However, just that brief agony had caused Peter to wake up and bolt upright, his eyes wide in alarm. Both doctor's hurried to his side and forced him to lay back down. "Lay back down commander," Sianna ordered as she cast a worried glance at Harley, "nothing to be concerned about. You're not to move from this bed, understand?"
Peter glanced up warily, but nodded in agreement. "What about the wedding?" he asked.
"What about it?" Sianna countered, "if you do as I say and stay here we'll see about attending. Now stop worrying that wife of yours, look how pale and frightened she looks!"
The Commander looked at his wife, and then at Jax. Jax wasn't sure about the expression on his face, but it did not invite trust. However, there was no alarm registered there, no panic that Jax coud discern.
"How do you feel?" he whispered, his gaze settling back on Harley, "is it time?"
Harley shook her head. "Not yet," she answered, "very soon, but not yet. You must rest now honey, don't worry about me. I've all the support I need for now but do not worry, I won't let you miss this for the world." She reached for his hand. "I promise."
Peter gazed at Ian again. "Take care of her," he commented.
Jax nodded his understanding, at looked at Mrs Horn. The injunction, of course, was entirely unnecessary; Jax had every intention of helping her and the Commander, too.
Jax looked at Alex. She was plucking at the corners of the Commander's bed, but her gaze was riveted on Jax. She smiled, and blushed a little. Jax smiled back.
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Post by K'nara Corval on Mar 22, 2007 9:54:52 GMT
K’Nara smoothed down the red wedding dress batting away Melanie D’BrooNi who tryed to adjust her headdress slightly.
“You look beautiful,” the Trill said smiling giving up.
“Klingons are about honor not beauty,” she responded irritated. She had spent several hours with Connor’s mum memorising her female’s history and it was far too many hours. She now understood why he had been so reluctant to have her here. Her new mother-in-law was opinionated and clearly not that fond of the idea of having her as a daughter-in-law. Not that she cared. K’Nara cared about getting married.
“Ms Park, please would you pass me the box on the left,” she ordered. The poor cadet had not known what to think when the XO had introduced herself and then ordered all the Dark Phoenix females aid her in getting ready to wed. K’Nara had not wanted her Klingon relatives bar Dukaths wife and her biological mother as she was irritated enough. Luckily for her Connor’s mother had feigned being too tired to join them. K’Nara wasn’t sure how it felt to be telepathically invaded but she swore the whole time she had been with that women she had been trying to get inside her head. It really had not been a comfortable experience.
<Alex>
K’Nara took the honor blade out of the box, nodding in thanks at the younger girl. Harley smiled realising it was the gift Peter had given her earlier. Before K’Nara could stow it safely under her dress, her mother showed some interest.
Irritatingly she had to hand it to M’Kota who immediately started a discussion on the workmanship and the fact it had the Corval signature on it with Dukaths wife. The fuss of everything was really beginning to get to K’Nara and she was trying not to snap at anyone.
Rolling her eyes at M’Kota she sat down heavily. The young medical officer jumped unsure what to do or say. Mel stepped in gently pulling her towards the drinks smiling softly.
“Something wrong?” Harley dared to ask quietly as the two elder Klingons chatted enthusiastically.
“Am I allowed to kill my mother-in-law,” she asked darkly then laughed inwardly as Mel and Alex now pouring the alcohol caught it and exchanged a look. “Or any relatives?” she added quieter still, nodding in her biological mothers direction. Harley shook her head chuckling and handed her a goblet of blood wine Mel passed on. K’Nara accepted, knocking it back in one.
Mel sent Alex with a second one to K’Nara while ensuring her Klingon relatives had a glass each. The engineer wasn’t sure what the Klingon traditions were but the XO was irritated so the Trill provided a distraction hoping to get things moving again. Mel gently took back the blade from M’Kota as she passed her the goblet and moved back handing it to K’Nara.
“To Marriage,” she said softly raising the glass ensuring her rouse was completed the blade now back in K’Nara’s hands. Everyone took a sip. Unfortunately it backfired on Mel as M’Kota decided to say a few words in Klingonese.
K’Nara rolled her eyes again but appreciated the Trills attempt. She attached the dagger to her leg under the dress as her mother talked. “I am ready,” insisted after her mother finished. The other crew members clearly did not have any idea what had been said from there faces but drank from their glasses realising the Klingon had finished.
Dukaths wife nodded exiting to the house hall where she took her place at the front ready to recite the story of Kahless and his wife. M’Kota to everyone’s surprise showed some rare Klingon affection and kissed K’Nara, whispering how proud she was of her before following Dukaths wife out.
“Do human parents also fuss as much?” K’Nara asked gruffly. Secretly she was happy at her mother’s words but she had her reputation as the XO to consider. Crewmembers could not be permitted to see such emotional behaviour regardless to how far and between it was in Klingon families. At least they could not translate what M’Kota had said.
The women just smiled at her not fooled in the slightest. Mel picked up the ceremonial Bat’leth ready. K’Nara had asked Harley to be her maid in honor of Peters show of strength in the Tundra but it had been decided as Harley may go into labour anytime in the next few days to pass that honor onto the Trill instead.
“Come on let’s get to our seats,” Harley said softly to Alex, leaving Mel and K’Nara for a moment.
“Have you ever been married?” K’Nara asked Mel.
“5 times,” she answered sagely. “It’s not easier being male or female nor does it get easier the more practice you have,” she smiled at her feeling D’BrooNi stir up several memories of past hosts partners.
“Humm,” K’Nara muttered deciding it wise not to question anymore, she had forgot Mel had lived many more lifetimes than her. Trills were a strange species she decided. She opened the door, hearing ceremonial drums, took a deep breath and stepped out towards a waiting Connor.
Tag <Connor/ Everyone>
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Post by alexparker on Mar 23, 2007 10:46:01 GMT
"Cadet Parker, good to see you again. Are you enjoying yourself? I noticed you standing back by the wall there. I sincerely hope that you aren't terminally shy." Jax had a sense that, being a Cadet, Parker would be reluctant to join the senior officers, even for a bit of chit-chat. It wasn't so difficult, after all; Jax was only an Ensign, and most of the time hardly thought at all about ranks. He knew he belonged among these people, and moved among them freely.
“I wouldn’t say I’m terminally shy, but shy does pretty much describe me.” Alex replied.
As much as Alex tried to stay totally focused on the conversations that were going on all around her, she still found herself gazing off into the distance. At times Alex noticed that Ian had picked up on her gaze and it didn’t take long for him to notice who she was looking at.
"Still worried about the children, eh? And Mrs. Horn, too, I expect. I'll tell you something, Cadet. I'm going to be spending an inordinate amount of time with all of them, and if you would permit me, I'd like for you to join me as much as confidentiality allows. I'll know them better, you'll know them better, and you and I will come to know each other better. Would that interest you?" Jax winked at Parker, as a way of telling her to just relax.
”I think that’s a good idea.” Alex replied.
"Good, then. I'll be up at the infirmary soon, when the Commander goes to rest. I would imagine that Mrs. Horn will follow. What say we crash that little party and make ourselves comfortable?"
”I’d like that.” Alex replied with a small smile.
Jax smiled. "That makes two of us."
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Post by connor on Mar 23, 2007 17:39:18 GMT
Connor stood quietly, listening to the older Klingon males discussing the duties he would have as a husband. His main consolation was that he knew that K'Nara was getting a dissertation of the same nature from his own mother. The only hope was that the two would decide against killing one another, but the way they'd first acted upon encountering each other, Connor wasn't even very sure of that happening. So he just stood and waited for her, nodding and agreeing when it was required of him.
If Connor had to be perfectly honest, the next period of time passed as thought it was a dream. He saw K'Nara, looked into her eyes, and in them saw the most radiant creature and the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen. For one moment, he shared his mind with her, and felt the love she had for him as he shared his own with her. In many ways, he felt that he now understood the lack of clothes at a Betazoid wedding - why hide the body when the mind is so open?
Soon, K'Nara was standing in her appointed place and Brahms brought forth the Bat'leths for the bride and groom. The two squared off and began moving in the style each thought was best - for this moment and this moment only, Connor closed his mind to K'Nara. The battle ended with the two steel blades colliding with one another, as it should, and they were taken away by Brahms. His duties as Tawi'Yan were not complete yet, and Connor only hoped that he realized the point of the Ma'Stakas.
Breaking the silence following the combat, Dukath's voice boomed out over the chamber as the two stood, patiently. The ritual had been gone over many times, and now to see it done properly was a boon to all.
"Hovmey So'Ha' bIngDaq Qam SuvwI' poSDaq jaghpu' nIHDaq jaghpu' Dat chaHtaH
SuvtaH SuvwI' batlh Suv nIteb Suv SuvlaHchu' 'ach Heghbej
vaj mamuvchuq cha' moj wa' tuq moj cha' mangghom moj tuqmey wo' chen mangghommey
Connor James, bISawrup'a'?" Connor: "HIja'"
K'Nara Corvala, bInayrup'a'? K'Nara: "HIja'"
The words were repeated, for all those in the room who did not speak Klingon.
"The warrior stands beneath the naked stars. Enemies to the left, Enemies to the right, they are everywhere.
The warrior fights continuously. He fights with honor. He fights alone. He can fight perfectly but he will certainly die.
Thus, we join one another. One becomes two, Two becomes a household, Houses become armies, Armies build the empire.
Connor James, do you marry her?" Connor: "Yes."
"K'Nara, Daughter of Corval, do you marry him?" K'Nara: "Yes."
Now they moved to stand back-to-back, to represent the two constantly ready to defend the other in combat.
Dukath drew a dagger, an honor blade similar to others of the house and held it over their heads. The couple reached up with their right hands and grasped the blade, palm down. The couple turned to face each other. Dukath then lowered the blade to waist level, the couple's hands still atop the blade. Now, the head of the house placed his hand on top of the couple's hands, holding them together and binding them in honorable matrimony.
"DaHjaj mobHa' tlhIH." "DaHjaj tagh wo'"
"Today, you are un-alone." "Today the Empire begins."
The speeches over, Dukath removed the blade from their hands and from sight. K'Nara and Connor's hands were still clasped inside one another, as they had been with the blade.
"pItlh. It is done."
The two shared a passionate kiss as Dukath withdrew, raising both hands in an announcement that needed no translation.
"Q'APLA!"
The roaring cry was taken up by the audience, and even Connor's mother joined in the shout, her fist raised just as high as the others.
Then the attacks began. Connor and K'Nara defended themselves and each other in this deeply ritualized combat, their minds open and their blood singing - this night would be a great night.
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