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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#36393f;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">(USS Illuminar - Deck 3 - VIP Quarters - Minister Pe'tah and CSO
Lt. </span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">tlha'nISta</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#36393f;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0"> -
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">The dance to deck three and to Pe’tah’s quarters would have been a tutorial of close combat, hand-to-hand tactics as anyone
in the fleet might have wanted. It went back and forth Down deck four. When the turbo lift door opened Pe’tah pressed an advantage and pinned Lanista to the wall as he growled, “Deck 3.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">When the door opened he had only barely managed to maintain his position by holding her arm behind her back and placing
his knee in the small of her back. There were a couple of officers standing at the entrance and looked, wide eyed, at the sight in front of them. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">“You look like you’ve never seen DaHar Masters engaged in mok’bara!” Lanista barked at the on-lookers. “Perhaps you are
in need of a lesson?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Pe’tah laughed, “If they keep watching much longer they will and even greater education.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Lanista laughed just as heartily, and continued the ‘dance’ the duo was engaged in. “I am not a DaHar Master,” she admitted
in a low voice for just Pe’tah’s benefit, “but my father claims to be.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">As they approached the door to his quarters he leaned in close, “Perhaps you simply need more practice. I’m certain we
could hit master status tonight.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">The door to his quarters opened.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Once the doors closed again, Lanista started ripping apart Pe’tah’s attire. Some of it was leather but she proved to be
stronger than she looked. Both Vulcans and Klingons were stronger than Humans. Lani’ seemed to have been doubly blessed in this regard. “Master status, eh? A shame there won’t be any songs sung of your conquest this evening. :out wouldn’t want any rumors spread
about that you mated with a mere «kuve.» ‘Kuvay’ was a non-tlhIngan word used in the ‘hinterland’ of the Empire meaning ‘slave’ or ‘servitor’ but also conveying ‘species not of Imperial Klingon stock.’</span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400"><br class="ContentPasted0">
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</span><span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Lanista growled more fiercely than in times just prior to this. “I certainly won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” she
said with a broad grin.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">“The warriors of Stov’a’kor will know of this evening, and there WILL be songs sung of it.” With that, he pulled the
two halves of her gown apart.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Outside the VIP quarters, the two crew passed by the door in time to hear a crash. A moment later there was more crashing
and the sound of furniture breaking. The two crewmen looked at each other in shock as the sound of the demolition continued on and on, with no sign of stopping.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size:11.5pt;font-family:Roboto,sans-serif;color:#242424;background-color:#ffffff;font-weight:400" class="ContentPasted0">Since there seemed to be no cries for help the two shrugged, and slowly moved on, curious about what could possibly be
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