Chapter 9
Ceremonial Proceedings Earth
M'lar sat pensively in her chair, while HmfiC, Tork, Toroth, and Bi'Anka navigated the shuttle to the debarkation sight previously sent to the shuttle navigation panel. M'lar sat upright, dressed in her ceremonial robes, her gown, cut to her naval in a deep V, her girdle, held together by the barest of golden chains. An expansive part of her hips were displayed. As for the rest of her lower body, she wore shimmery material with the House of T'L'th's house crest, the Klingon Bird of Prey flying up from an exploding volcano with a bat'leth clutched in its talons. She had chosen her thigh high boots with spiked heels, her long hair was draped over her shoulder and down her back. On her head was an ornate headdress used for high ceremonies during the Feast of Kahless. The spire of the crown held the long shear drape that came down over her shoulders and flowed to the floor.
For the little she wore and the size of her person she commanded immediate attention with the press of the tunic stretched across her breasts. No one would doubt or know that she was female through and through with those heavy breasts only held in place by the light material. Around her neck, she wore another ornamental representation of her family's crest in the hammered gold of the gorget that rested so comfortably between her breasts. She nervously thrummed her nails on the armrests of her chair. The incessant click, click, click of those nails was making the rest of the honor guard nervous. Bi'Anka recognized it as something she did when she was expected to perform while on an assignment she did not like.
Katemoq leaned over to Toroth and nodded to her, "Nicely put together and so tiny, one would think she would be an easy push over and so very. . . " He felt his arm slammed with a heavy fist and a growl from Tork.
"Watch your mouth Ketemoq, she is the Cleric and if she hears you making aspersions to her character or remark on her mating abilities or habits, you may find your brain turned to mush." He hissed into the ear of the huge male guard who had originally appeared to about to engage the one that had hit him and then looked up seeing M'lar turn that cool assessing gaze over him. He smiled sheepishly and tucked his chin.
"Yeah I know she is a ball busting bitch. I like my balls where they are. My thoughts shall be kept . . . " He did not finish when he felt her voice edge his mind.
"You want to know how fornicatable I am?" She shifted through his memories and found a night in a bordello where he experienced sexual congress with several young dabbo girls that were there to show him his endurance was well worth the boast. Taking that memory she smiled and enhanced those feelings that night by ten times the amount of pleasures he had experienced. When she saw him squirm, his eyes glazed over and then allowed him his release in his uniform she laughed. "Now you know. Never talk like that regarding me. Or those that are in my purview again. The next time I promise you it won't be pleasure you will feel Ketemoq. You are excused to go clean yourself up."
That had been enough of a distraction for her to return to how she was going to seek the help of the UFP to help th Abbraths with their problems. Before she had left the whole society appeared to be spiraling down into chaos. She did not wish to see this technological advanced society to finally get what they had hoped to have only end up killing each other off and falling into a depraved society like the Romulans. She had been carefully anticipating and preparing each step of this meeting in her mind, playing out the various scenarios of how she should accept their offer and how she would counter with her own offer to make sure they did not take advantage of this fledgling society.
So before leaving the Havoq and boarding this shuttle, she had selected the largest of the five shuttles on the ship; she had sent Janae ahead of her to prepare them for what the request would require. Seneri had gone with Janae along with Modak and Mara. She had hand selected her honor guard because her Intel had reported that her arrival on earth was not going to be well received by all representatives and that the Romulans and Cardassians had demanded to be a part of this meeting.
For her this was her first time on Earth and she half knew what to expect, what she was not prepared for is how they would receive her. No representative of Boreth to her knowledge had been to Earth. She knew that Qo'noS had sent a representative to Earth and she expected to be met by them. She was sure that an attempt would be made on her life and she had to prepare for that, thus why she chose to dress as she had today. What they would be watching is her and not the weapons she had hidden on her body. At her last count she had twelve weapons concealed on her body in her ornamentation of her headdress, jewelry, and clothing.
Prior to the shuttle landing, HmfiC had set up the order of debarkation down the ramp. Ketemoq, Ator, would exit first, take up position at the bottom of the ramp, they would be followed by Sahqa, Tormont, followed by Bantu and Loqa Ending with Tork and Toroth, with M'lar in the middle and Bi'Anka to the right and HmfiC to the left. So the visual would be these huge tall Klingon males marching from the shuttle parting, taking up position on the side, with Bi'Anka and Hmfic stepping aside allowing M'lar center stage.
Now as they lined up for debarkation M'lar could see through the front view port that the assembly was all gathered in front of the Headquarters of Starfleet and the United Federations of Planets Buildings. The crew's compliment lined up and waited for the ramp to extend and the rear of the shuttle to open. Bi'Anka looked to her mistress and bumped her, she saw the shear anxiety filling her eyes and she knew she was not afraid but anxious to be off the ship and out of view of these strangers that were expecting something from her.
Ceremonial Staging Area
Vice Admiral Klorack, Admiral Pressman, Captain Nolan Richards, Federation President James Adams, Stood on the top dais. Surrounding them below was The Federation Council members, Lorel Finnerman, Muzeek, Colum Cearrach, Bruyn Cornog, Tom'Ack. Below them were the Ambassadors of various Planets, the one that made Pressman the most nervous was Shinzon from Romulous. He was sanding next to Admiral Sheehan and General Marcus. With a quick look around, Pressman saw Allison near Marcus. There was a lot of various representatives here to meet with the Klingon Cleric that had never left her world before now. He saw the Betazoid Ambassador, the Cardassian Ambassador which was a Gul. Pressman's gaze swept the area and he saw the Bajorian representative and frowned, he saw it was Kai Nolacu with Janae.
He turned his attention back to the shuttle, and watched impressed with the overly large male contingent of honor guard, dressed in the colors and the crest of the House of T'L'th. He counted them off there were eight that he could count. Pressman cold see they all were very tall, imposing, no signs of emotions. They took up formation as they marched off the ramp. They stood shoulder to shoulder, turned walked three steps to the side of the ramp, turned with precision to face one another. All eyes were then trained to the opening and stepping into view was a very large male Klingon that towered over the others. Next to him was a female. "Is that her?" Pressman leaned over to whisper to Vice Admiral Klorack.
Klorack was a Klingon male that had been a part of this contingent for over ten years. "No, look at her, she is dressed in warrior garb. She would be the personal guard to the cleric and I heard rumors she is one of the Volkarian Wolf clan. If that is the case she is very dangerous and very well adept at killing." HmfiC stood tall with Bi'Anka at his side, her head reaching to his shoulder's height.
"She does not look that lethal, are they not all famers or knew benders?" He had used the derogatory name he had heard Klorack use when speaking of the clerics. He watched Klorack grimace.
"Do not under estimate them, look. . . " He nodded watching HmfiC and Bi'Anka separate to reveal a tiny woman in very little clothing and a body that would cause most straight males to bite their tongue. She stood on her spiked heels, the head dress and heels giving her the appearance that she was taller than she appeared. Klorack was immediately enamoured and feeling the heat of his need when seeing such a sweet looking female Klingon. He would out of respect keep his thoughts to himself but he could dream.
"Holy crap. That is a Klingon cleric? What do they worship the icon of sexual need and want?" Pressman had not realized that he was as affected by the cleric as his Klingon friend. "She . . . "
"is very desirable and she has taken an oath and a vow of chastity, she is pure to her body and her religious which is a shame to waste such a female that was meant to be bred and to please a warrior." He had muttered softly, when he noticed the Klingon Ambassador Matroq step up next to him.
"So that is the High Cleric. No wonder her father never lets her out of temple." Matroq smiled thinking about how he could learn a new religion. All eyes were fixed to the delicat4e beauty poised in the middle of her shuttle and then with a sensual grace, she walked down the ramp to the bottom and stepped for the first time in her life on the Planet Earth. A soft buzz and whispers spread over the assembly when M'lar had appeared and she could hear some of the comments.
Jealous females noted that she was barely decently dressed, while males were commenting on her virtue or the lack there of but one thing was for sure, when she was approached by the President of the Federation, James Adams and he offered his arm to her for escort, all eyes were trained on the reaction of the honor guard who had taken on a whole new body language.
"My Lady M"lar, Honored High Cleric of Boreth, allow me to escort you to the podium, where others await to meet you. " He had smiled graciously enough lifting his arm to hold it up so she could lay fingertips to it. With a slight incline of her head, it was amazing how her guard immediately relaxed and she laid fingertips on the older gentleman's arm.
She smiled graciously waited for him to take a step forward when from the crowd a male dressed in black rushed forward charging at the cleric. The guards' reaction was immediate, but not immediate enough. M'lar had turned her body used her weight to put the President behind her and faced the charging male. With three easy moves, she had stepped aside, grabbed his arm, shifted her body weight and dislocated his shoulder sending him flying back to land at the feet of her guard. The large blade he had held now laid at her feet and she with the toe of her shoe picked the blade up and sent it flying to land impaled in the ground between his legs. The handle wobbled only slightly upon sticking.
The whole assembly reacted after M'lar, there were gasps, screams and then a rush of federation security personnel that now joined the cleric's guard to take the man into custody. Klorack leaned over chuckling softly, "You see, she can fight and it was a take down in three simple moves. The problem she will see is that it should have been done in two. Poor man won't have a chance if the Volkain wolf bitch gets to him afterwards. Look at her face."
Pressman was so busy watching the beauty of the carefully executed moves of the cleric that he completely had forgotten about Bi'Anka who now stood breasts heaving and her teeth gritted. He noted that the large male Klingon with some force was holding her back. He could see his fingers biting into her arm and holding her in place. "Interesting. Well we at least know they are not just farmers."
President Adams shifted his body and then strolled with an escort of security detail to M'lar's side, she had barely mussed her clothing or that long veil she had used in her defense. "My dearest lady M'lar please accept my sincerest apologies for this act. I can assure you that he will be dealt with to the fullest extend of this council. Now if you will join us we can complete the meet and great ceremony and get you indoors." He had bowed to her and offered up his arm again.
M'lar smiled graciously tucked her chin in a small bow in return, laid her fingertips to his arm and allowed him to lead her up to the podium. M'lar stood at his side and let her own gaze go over those in the crowd. She let her talent stretch out and she could feel the other Klingons in attendance and knew they were not there to harm her, if anything they were curious and came to see and judge her. She hid her own little smile behind a polite mask of indifference while the various dignitaries stepped forward to make comment and mark the occasion as a glorious union with another world.
M'lar just wanted the pomp and circumstances over and be shown to her quarters so she could relax. She had expected the attack and was grateful to Janae for getting her that information so that she could be prepared. When the time came, M'lar spoke briefly, graciously, and with a sincerity that appeared to have captured those present with her decorum. When she had finished her speech she waited for the others to adjourn to the large black granite building that shone so brightly pristine in the background.
Harbor Freight Bar
Janae with Seneri and Mara in tow entered the rather shabby and questionable bar. "Oh it feels good to be in a home port." He muttered softly to Mara, who smiled.
"Yes, and around old friends." She shimmed her sexy body across the room and leaned against the bar. From the darkening shadows of the far side of the bar a large hulking figure stepped into the dimly lit area of the bar and smiled.
"Jade me beauty! Come to yer Bubby!" He stood fully into view and Mara giggled and then ran towards him jumping into his large arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. The man's arms went around her grabbing her close and holding her tight and hugging her to his broad chest.
Seneri frowned, "Is that man hurting Mara?" She tilted her head and studied the greeting and found it filled with an array of emotional feeling. .Seneri looked from Mara and the strange man to Janae.
"Not hardly that is her brother. They have not seen each other for over five years." Janae continued to the bar, slumping over the top of the bar he spoke softly, "Heimlich, you old bastard give me a blow job." He slapped a couple of silvers on the bar. The tender standing behind the bar turned around and smiled.
"I bet you would like one you limp pecker head." He slapped a glass on the bar, filled it with two liquors then used a whip cream container to finish the drink. "One blow job and that is about the only way you will get any action tonight. The whole town is locked down with the mucky mucks in town." The man was slender with a pocked marked face and appeared to hold a timeless youth to his face.
Seneri approached the bar and looked from Mara now being carried to a table by the large oafish looking man to Janae. "What is the purpose of being here? Did you come to reacquaint yourself with old friends?" She like Janae leaned against the bar, slumped with both elbows resting on the bar and her back to the tender, standing beside Janae so she could watch everything that was going on.
Janae slid the drink to her. "You can drink correct?" He waited and watched the female unit next to him.
"I can and it will not affect me, and I will process it out latter, what is the purpose of this drink and what an odd name. Blow Job? What does it mean." She studied the drink not showing any intention of picking it up or drinking it.
"It has no purpose and it is suppose to be a sexual innuendo. Actually, it is very good tasting drink and Paul does the best blow jobs in the joint!" He winked at Paul watching him snicker at his explanation. With the breaking of a bottle and a crashing of chairs, Janae turned to watch. Mara had gotten insulted and she was about to go all ape women on some poor sucker. "Paul put her damage on my bill. Now the real reason we are here. Word?" He looked at the drink then to Paul, who set the drink under the bar, lifted his tea cup and poured him some ginger tea.
"Word is that your ward is going to be either kidnapped or killed, they can't make up their minds." Paul leaned over the table folding his arms for support as he went head to head with Janae. He watched Janae turn the cup handle with his thumb. Lifting the cup he sipped and sighed.
"Oh now that is good, I love this blend you have to give me some before I leave. So why kill her they get more if they kidnap her." Janae noted that Seneri was quietly listening. He knew she was processing what was actually going on between Paul and Janae.
"Well Janae not everyone is as mercenary as you. There are two factions at play here and they both want different things. The first factions thinking are all Klingons should die. The second faction think they could get more attention by kidnapping her." Paul shifted his weight then stood up noting that another had entered the fight. "Looks like your girl is in trouble."
Janae looked over his shoulder and saw three large males heading to back up their buddy. "Seneri want to go help?" He nodded to Mara now surrounded by four males. Two held knives and the other two held chains.
"Will her brother not help?" Seneri had pushed from the bar. Looking at the odds that faced Mara.
"Not likely, he is the one that instigated it, he had a bone to pick with her from the last time they were together. I think he wants to see her get her ass kicked."
Seneri shrugged and in a flash and blink of an eye she was behind two of the males, one with a chain one with a knife and had completely incapacitated them, knocking them unconscious, she had carefully attacked the one with the chain first using the chain to lasso the knife from the other male, and using them both as a catalyst had forcefully knocked their heads together knocking them out. "Mara can you handle these two or do you wish my assistance?"
Mara waved her away with a smile. "Not necessary I have this." Whipping out a phaser from her boot top she fazed both men then turned the phaser on her brother. "And this is because you pissed me off. " She nailed her brother and then turned to Seneri, "Thanks for the help, brass balls over there would never lift a finger to help because he thinks I can handle it all. I am just glad you were here tonight." She turned from the downed bodies and walked to the door. "You know Janae you can be a real ass sometimes. Next time you find yourself in some deep shit, you can just kiss it, because I am going to be an asshat like you and leave you to deal." She blew him a kiss and walked out of the bar.
Janae sighed looked down at his tea. "You know what I pay for the information, and you know where to find me if you come up with the factions names and the people behind it. I gotta go calm her down before she gets in real trouble."
Paul chuckled softly, "You better before she finds more trouble. I am telling you they are locking this place down tight. Look I do know that the Romulans are behind part of this that Shinzon is a real piece of work. I know that an assassin by the name of Lai Annhwi has just arrived and I am not sure what his agenda is, he could be here to try and hit anyone of those dignitaries that have come for this big shindig. I will keep my ear to the ground and let you know what else is out there."
Janae laid another two silvers on the bar smiled, clapped his friend on the shoulder and turned to Seneri. "Come on we have to go save Mara from herself."
Ceremonial Hall United Federation of Planets
Cody stood next to Tork, he spoke softly to his 'adopted' cousin. "That was some pretty easy moves the cleric made earlier to detour that attack." He watched Tork smile and then look around the room.
"You must understand, she might be small but a photon torpedo can come in small packaging. Never doubt that she was bred and trained to be the best at what she can do and be. You have not lived until you see the battle dance of the river of blood done by her. She can do things with a knife that will completely boggle your mind."
"Are you speaking of the dance of death?" Cody as Toroth asked in awe.
"Yes, she dances it better than anyone and she actually used it as a training exercise when she learned the dance. Many say they can do the dance of death but they use rubber knives so they will not be hurt. I have seen her come close and draw blood with each blade at the end of the dance."
"She sounds remarkable, but what of that guard of hers you said we should stay out of her way why?' He was shifting his weight and watching the room for potential problems.
""You have not heard of the Volkarian wolf people of Boreth?" Tork was shocked by this revelation. He studied his cousin under the fall of heavy eyebrows and hair.
"Cousin, I worked the mines and the only battles I fought were when we would go to the bars after our shift was over and we would drink and sing to Kahless." He looked away from Tork knowing he was doing a careful study of his features and his manner. Cody knew he had nailed his cousin he had studied enough of the vids on him so he was not about to make a mistake and be caught out over something simple.
"I suppose you would not have known about them working the mines. Let us just say that when Bi'Anka goes full wolf, she goes full wolf and nothing is safe if she is directed." The room began to empty. This gave Tork a momentary feeling of relief. He watched HmfiC walk towards him and Toroth.
"You two, we will be assigned quarters near the cleric, Tork you need to set up security for M'lar's chambers. Spread it out and be sure to not put Ketemoq with her while she is sleeping. I don't trust him. I do not need Bi'Anka ripping him apart." Tork nodded and waited for the signal to follow.
Admiral Sheehan had approached M'lar, "My dear Lady M'lar if you and your contingent will follow me, I shall show you to your quarters, we have put your group in the visiting Ambassador's quarters on the tenth floor. You have that entire floor for your use while here. We will be having a parade in your honor tomorrow, then there will be another ceremony welcoming you and finally we will end with a banquet. Then the following day we shall have the meeting you requested and we shall see to your needs until then." He smiled graciously watching her and working very hard to not look down at her breasts.
Sheehan took her had and gently placed it in the bend of his arm and lead her down a long hallway to a suspended covered bridge between two buildings. Escorting M'lar and her contingent of guards to a large airy area in a building that would be very hard to breech he took her to a lift and waited for the doors to open on the tenth floor. The area was opulently appointed and held several doors down a long hallway. "We have bedrooms on both sides of the hallway, they hold two per room, then we have the Ambassador's quarters at the end of the hallway and over here." He directed her attention to the large opening before the wall that separated the main quarters from the other rooms. "This is what we call a communal room or common room where you can relax and eat or whatever you wish to do." He showed the luxuriously appointed area that held sofas, chairs, tables, and vid monitors. "If you need anything do let us know." He bowed to her and turned to leave her to get settled in her rooms.
