Re: CH02: S [D02|1600] Daa'maq
Reply #14 –
[Lt. J.G Foval | Cockpit | USS Tigris]
[Daa'Maq | Bridge| IKS Maysiq
Foval watched as Jensen pleaded his case before the bored looking Klingon. He wondered how the influential would take the news that there was a plot against him. A human diplomat once said that dealing with Klingon houses was like trying to fight fire with fire. There was every chance that you would get burned no matter what you attempted However, Jensen was truthful, honest and to the point, something that Klingons admired in spades. He was content to see how this played out.
Daa’maq tilted is head back and laughed a hearty laugh as the human pledeaded his case. Martok, the one eyed commoner from the Ketha lowlands was asking him – him of all people for his help. The old man and Daa’Maq’s father had bee fierce rivals back in their youth. While blood had never been spilled, they were constantly jockeying for position within Klingon society. Martok began an advisor and enforcer of Gowron, someone his father hated even more. However, at the rivalry’s bitterest point – the lead up to the Klingon attempted invasion of Cardassia, it transpired that Martok was being impersonated by a changeling.
The real Martok was rescued from Dominion terriory shortly after the imposter’s exposure. As the war rampted up, Martok and Daamaq’s father declared a truce. Their business was never concluded when his father died. Loyal to the empire, but with no loyalty towards Martok himself, Daa’maq has simply gone about his business.
As much as his father would hate to admit it, both of them were cut from the same cloth, stubbournly proud, with only the prospect of all out war to prevent them from bickering in public. That the old man would come to him, even through the medium of renegade Starfleeters showed how concerned he was. He decided that he needed more information before he acted.
“This is interesting By all means come aboard and tell me what the man who once said that what my house lacked in honour, we made up for in pomposity. Prepare for transport.”
Foval decided that it would be redundant to identify himself as the mission leader, instead he gave Jensen a small nod of he agreement. Foval had to prepare himself, they were beaming over to a Klingon ship, he was concerned that a few of their warriors may make things uncomfortable for him.