ILLUMINARRPG: 6-?)- Commander Galk, Son of Jos

[Charles Gatling]

NRPG: For brevities sake consider the words spoken in Klingon but
translated into Federation Standard for ease of reading.
And so Galk comes full circle back to the character written by Kirk
McClendon.
RPG:

Mission:  For Honor
Day: 6
Stardate: 2446.04.29

(Sto-Voh-Kor- Commander Galk, Son of Jos - Time has no meaning)

The house of celebration was filled with noise, shouts and laughter joined
with tales of bravado and heroic deeds. The tables fairly groaned beneath
their burdens of wide bowls of gakh as well as tankards and flagons of
bloodwine. The day had gone well and every foe had fallen before their
blades. Those that had fallen had woken again to join in the victory
celebration during the long night of feasting. The ships creaked at their
moorings in the harbor wreathed in fog.

One stepped through the door unnoticed, the screech the wooden valve made
upon its hinges drowned out by the celebration. That one looked about with
hesitation before making his way to a sidebar and with a smile choosing a
bowl of wriggling repast and a tankard which he filled then swaggered
toward an opening at one of the tables he espied at the far side of the
hall.

Galk, Son of Jos slapped the table in merriment but his laughter abruptly
stopped as his eyes caught sight of the newcomer. Growling he stood to his
feet and moved toward the aisle, his path intersecting the newcomers route.

Eshag caught sight of the mountainous form before he reached him and his
eyes opened wide in horror.

"You." The bowl crashed to the floor from nerveless fingers.

Galk snarled as he reached the aisle. "Eshag! I did not expect to see you
here. The gods must be laughing in their halls."

Eshag's face lost much of its color. This Galk was older and more heavily
muscled, how much older he could not tell though grey was evident at his
temples. "You cannot be here! The wounds I gave you could not have killed
you."

He gave a strangled cry as Galk's right hand shot to his throat and
tightened. The other Klingon leaned closer, his eyes promising murder. The
tankard he had been holding spilled its contents as it clattered to the
floor.

The noise of merriment gradually stopped as the others turned to see this
spectacle. Old rivalries were sometimes kindled by new arrivals but seldom
with this intensity.

Eshag was gasping for breath, his hands clawing ineffectually at the one
locked in a death grip about his throat.

"What is this Galk?"

The grip eased slightly and Eshag was able to gasp in a faint breath of air
as Galk turned his head to Henre` LeBeau.

"Eshag. I fought him in honorable combat with no weapon until another threw
him a disruptor. This Grint hound would have killed me with it. HE HAS NO
HONOR!" The final words were spat with venom. "He does not deserve a place
among the honored dead! I decapitated him with my father's bat'leth for his
treachery. " His hand tightened again and he lifted Eshag's feet from the
ground where they kicked spastically. Eshag made choking noises as he
clawed at the hand with renewed panic.

"Yet he is here mon ami." Captain Henre` LeBeau, formerly of the USS Alamo
and surprise addition to Sto-Voh-Kor after their ship was destroyed by the
USS Nimitz, welcomed to that place by his friend and First Officer
Commander Galk watched the struggles of the newcomer with interest.

"And you lived through it." The paradox suddenly hit him.

"Wait! If you killed him before then why is he only now arriving?"

Galk growled then tossed the other to the hard floor where he lay gasping
and choking weakly amongst the wriggling food and spilled drink.

"It is a long tale." Galk turned his back contemptuously to the one gulping
in air. He whirled about again, his eyes throwing daggers at Eshag. "This
is my promise, on my honor!" His voice was lifted for all to hear.

"If Chancellor Morek appears here I will kill him every night that he
appears! I will crush his skull and throw his body into the sea. He will
not exist to fight at our side during the days of warfare to gain glory and
honor. I, Galk, Son of Jos of the Imperial Hoise swear this!"

Henre' LeBeau's eyes widened at these new revelations. Klingons as a rule
spoke very little most times and there was much about his friend of which
he was not aware.

"Did you kill this Chancellor Morek?"

"And take his place? No." Galk's shaggy mane moved as he shook his head.
"He recieved his reward at the hands of another."

Henre' grabbed Galk's right arm and firmly pulled him back to his seat.
"Now about this tale. The night of celebration is long and there are many
attentive ears."

Shouts of encouragement joined with his words.

Eshag had painfully returned to the sideboard as Galk stood at his seat and
looked around at the others whose eyes were fixed on him attentively.

"My tale begins in the future, now the past as those both here and outside
know it..." he began.

The tale was long and so was the night and that tale took hours to tell.
The next day it was Galk who led the battle and crushed the leader of the
enemy house. Cries of "Galk, Galk, Galk!" Swelled as those that remained
raised their weapons in salute because not only was this warrior, big,
strong and tough but he was also a leader. "Galk of the Imperial House!
Galk the Conqueror!"

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Posted by Charles G
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