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[orderofkahless]

Perhaps you misunderstand me. I do not wish to coexist in peace and understanding.

I am a Klingon! I thirst for battle!

...Though there is precious little to be found of that at present. At least tell me I may look forward to a skirmish or two. Otherwise, leave me to my duties, of which there are far too many.

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[one_winged_demon]

Peace doesn't mean no more battles. It simply means ending diplomatic disputes without it.

[It could be noted that he was speaking Klingon fluently like he had been speaking it all his life.]

fjlskdjflaksjdf a martok *A*

[ex_directives731]

My so-called "handler" assures me that there are plenty games out there with enough skirmishes and wars being waged to satisfy your thirst for battle, General.

A JANEWAY

[orderofkahless]

Is that so? Well, if what you say is true, Captain...

[He trails off, waiting for her to fill in the blank; he can recognize her rank by the uniform and pips, but hers isn't one of the Starfleet faces he's grown to recognize.]

[ex_directives731]

Janeway, of the Federation Starship Voyager.

[ perhaps it would've been one of familiarity to him, had she not gotten lost with her vessel in a quadrant on the other side of the galaxy. ]

Another Klingon, woo <3

[sonof_worf]

I can understand that, sir. [He nodded.]

Re: Another Klingon, woo <3

[orderofkahless]

Ah, Alexander. Son of Worf! [He pounds Alexander on the back in greeting.]

That father of yours is as rigid, grim, morose, and pigheaded as ever.

[Martok pauses for a tense moment, all wordless, aggressive disapproval. Then he breaks into a hearty laugh.]

I could not ask for a better Ambassador!

[sonof_worf]

[He nodded then frowned at what he called his father.]

My father is honourable, no matter what others think of him.

[ex_old_man857]

There aren't many places which would be true to the heart of a Klingon.