There was a lovely Klingon woman seated at the reception area. She looked up
with icy blue eyes at Chase and smiled. Surprisingly her teeth were in
fairly even condition. It was clear that she had likely had some dental work
done at some point. "Welcome to the Klingon Embassy. How may I help you?"
Chase was a little in awe with the weaponry. It was not so much that he was
a big fan of arms, particulary the type that seemed more meant to inflict
damage and pain than win a battle. Only Klingons could find so much pleasure
in using such items for interior decoration. He glanced back to the
receptionist. "I was hoping that I might meet with the Ambassador. I am
working on a master's thesis on the Dominion War, and I was hoping that I
could speak with her about the Klingon perspective on the events that were
part of it."
"I am sorry, sir, but the roj'utlh is currently at a reception meeting the
new leader of the Venasian people. After that, she has an appointment
offworld. Perhaps, I could make an appointment for some time next week," she
said as she pulled out the scheduling calendar on her desk.
A frown filled Chase's face. He really did not want to put this off. "Was
there someone else I might be able to speak with. I have a meeting with my
advisor soon, and I really need to show some progress on my research. This
would be a pretty important part of that."
"I believe that we should be able to do that. Let ne see if the nugh'boQ
(OOC: Cultural Attache) is available to speak with you. May I have your
name?"
Chase felt a smile broaden on his lips. He did not mean to express hir
relief that obviously and quickly repressed it. "Chase Eldin."
The woman nodded and slid her chair over to another section of the desk and
spoke quietly for a few moment before returning. "He can speak with you. His
name is Koomah. If you go right down that hall, his office is the third door
on the left."
Chase turned down the hall and followed the woman's directions. Upon
reaching the door, he rang the chime, which actually sounded more like an
old-Asian gong.
The door to the office clanged open with the traditional Klingon sound
effects to revel an older Klingon gentleman. He was about 6'5, had light
blue eyes and a sqarthy complection. Large amounts of gray hair could be
found in his hair, which matched his simple moustache and goatee. His
cranium had a very detailed formation on it. "Mr. Eldin, please come into
my office. My understanding is that you are doing some research on the
Dominion War," he started as he turned and walked back toward the center of
his office. "Please take a seat," he continued as he indicated the settee.
(response?)
}}}=) Lisa
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