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Chapter 12 Title: Diversion

Kappa changed a lot in the last century but the Blue Dragon remained pretty much the same run down shit-hole. But has Commander Crusher soon found out the beer was top class local stuff no syntethol at all. They were siting in a corner for at least half an hour waiting for Spock to arrive and yet he did not seam to show up.

"What do you think Sir?" Ask Crusher

"He must have his reason, beside it a covert meeting he cannot be too careful."

Before Duncan could finish Spock dressed as a Romulan walked in and sat himself at the bar about twenty meters from them ten second later the bartender handled him a Romulan ale.

"Seled would make contact soon." Said Crusher

"I told him to wait five minute just to be sure the ambassador is not followed by anyone. Looks at the crowd see if any of the patrons seam to be interested in Spock." Respond Idaho

At that moment a typical Klingon made is way to the bar and sits five seats to the left of Spock. Right between the ambassador and Seled it was obvious after a minute that he was keeping more than an uninterested eye on Spock.

"This klingon is interested in the ambassador." Said Idaho

"By the look of him I say he is a bounty hunter." Said Crusher.

"He's a dead bounty hunter, he just does not know it yet. Stay here while I take care of this." Said Duncan Idaho having made up his mind on out to deals with this situation. After a few hand signals to stop Seled from making contact. He got up walked to the klingon and slapped his right hand on the klingon shoulder, turning him so that they would be face to face.

"Thief! You stole my wallet..."

"No one! No one calls me a thief! Surely not a puny human."

"Are you calling me a liar petaQ?"

"Aaars! That enough! I call blood challenge on you."

The crowd started shouting. "Duel! Duel!"

The bartender shouted even louder. "Silence! He must answer the challenge but first I have to warn the stranger. A duel on kappa is to the death or the incapacitation of one of the participant do you understand this?"

"Fully. And I accept."

"Good do you want to hire a champion."

"No one fight for me."

"And you Klingon do you want a champion?"

"Hell no!"

"You the Klingon states your name, rank, family and the formal blood challenge."

"I am Waff son of Tark of house Soldar and I formally challenge you."

"And you outlander."

Idaho could have said many things in fact stating all is rank would have taken him half an hour at best but he went for a shorter version.

"I am Duncan Idaho of house Atreide, Sword-Master of Duke Leto Atreide, Sword-Master of Duke Paul Muad'ib, Sword-Master of Leto Two God-Emperor of the old empire. I formally accept your challenge Waff."

All the patrons hearing Idaho speaking with such dignity and calm were in awn of him. Waff himself understood that the human was probably more deadly than he looks and that he had been goaded into this.

"Now that we have settled this we will go to the arena. I am closing the bar for the rest of the night. Let go folks we shall have blood tonight."

While the patrons left the bar screaming "blood, blood, blood..." over and over Crusher, Seled and Spock slipped away unseen and unnoticed.