ILLUMINARRPG: (5-1220)- Galk of the Imperial House

[Charles Gatling]

NRPG: Final setup.
RPG:

Mission: Whom Gods Destroy
Day: 5
Stardate: 2446.06.07

 (Qo'nos - Imperial City- Imperial House, Foyer - Galk of the Imperial
House- 1220)

The four followed their commander inside, Bartok, gA'esh and two
bodyguards, the guards, no longer needed broke away to go to the kitchen.
Bartok and gA'esh remained at his heels with the latter closely watching
the former.

Galk threw open the door to the main hall and his boots sounded sharply
against the stones of the floor as he turned to the left and made for his
office, he hadn't quite reached it when the door opened with a clang and
his father stepped out to meet him.

"Galk!" Jos roared. "You return triumphant! The victory feast has already
been arranged for this night."

Galk grimaced and growled in return. "The battle was hardly worth a tale,
we were well prepared and more than a match."

"Your accolades are well earned hOd!"

Jos' eyes turned to the new voice and he scowled. "Bartok! I have not seen
your face in decades and time hasn't been kind to it."

Bartok returned his look in kind. "Your belly on the other hand appears to
have prospered."

The two glared at one another for a moment before breaking into feral
grins, Jos first followed by Bartok.

"The Gahk and Bloodwine of the house have been plentiful, perhaps too much
so but I've been making up for time spent at Rura Pente." Jos chuckled and
slapped his belly. "Come inside."

The four entered the spacious apartment and took seats as Galk helped
himself to some of the aforementioned libation. "What news?"

Jos was sprawled in a large and very comfortable chair, one which he had
ordered and had brought in. Age was creeping up on the warrior and his
joints were not so sound as they had once been.

"I have heard that Mohg is looking for a new planet to make their home and
Noggah has followed your example within the new territories as have the
rest of your allies. The Houses that side with Morek have not done so but
pressure is being exerted on them. It is my opinion that it will take quite
a bit of time for them to do this ... if it ever happens. As for Duras, do
not expect them to change."

"Duras never changes." Galk spat. "They lost their honor long before Lursa
and Betor betrayed the Empire."

"I would not argue that." His father shrugged. "The technical plans you
ordered are ready but it will be costly."

"I will review them." Galk sat and threw down a long swallow of Bloodwine.

"And lastly Borath has been silent for two days." Jos stretched out his
legs with a sigh.

Galk's head snapped around at that last and he lowered the tankard.
"Borath?" That world was well known by every Klingon even though it was
situated near the periphery of the Empire but not so close to the
Federation that it was considered in harms way. Galk himself well knew that
the Federation was no threat despite what Morek and his ilk had tried to
pull over on the Council. While Borath had never been a well traveled
location such a long silence was unusual, even having that silent stretch
noted emphasized the abnormal nature of it.

"Haj!"

"And what does the council say?"

"They are not concerned... yet." His father sighed as he leaned back.

Galk made a rumbling noise in his throat before downing the rest of the
tankard then looked to his men. "After the feast we return to the ship."

"Why? Your ship needs repair."

Galk turned his head back to Jos. "The damage is minor. If it is nothing we
will return quickly for those repairs."

"And if it is something."

The burly Klingon's eyes raked over them all. "Then we will be nearby if
needed."

(Reply: None)

(Posted by Charles Gatling)





Charles Gatling
Commanding Officer
USS Illuminar
NCC 61240


"The light shines brightest amidst the deepest darkness."
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