> The room was chock full of Starfleet Spec Ops and Klingon troops.
>As one would imagine they sat segragated along team lines. It was their
>first meeting, and a cool reception was to be expected. Particularily from
>groups that held very high opinions of their own abilities.... When Kitanya
>and Black walked in, the room went silent. Then got very loud, as the
>entire bod stood at attention to the Flag ranking officer who just walked
>in.
She surveyed them for a moment, hoping that by the end of training, there
wouldn't be the kind of seperation she was seeing right now. Finally, she
let them off the hook. "As you werrre," she said, then repeated it in
Klingon.
>Once relieved from their strict stance things returned to their pre-entry
>mood. Talking and conversing. The Klingon Commander was at the bar
>drinking something, that at the distance could not be determined. As it
>turned out it was prune juice.
A Klingon favorite. Kit walked with Black over to the bar. "Qapla!" she barked with
energetic force.
"Qapla, old friend. It is good to see you after these years. I am honored to
serve with you again..." was the reply in gruff Klingon.
She offered her arm for a warrior's handshake. "Good to see you again, Captain," she
said. "It's been a verrry long time indeed." The last time Kit had seen him was
years ago when she was doing some joint forces work in
the Empire as a Starfleet consultant. "You look well, as do yourrr trrroops."
"Thank you Admiral. Yours look good as well... for Starfleet..." he was teasing
her. He did have a sense of humor, but he used it only on those that he knew very
well, and had fought beside.
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Detroit Red Wings, 2002 Western Conference Finals
GO WINGS!!!!
Go Caps! Wait, they stink.. Never mind......
