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EPIL: S [D06|1300] Klingons On Parade
[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | Outside A Sickbay | Deck Unknown | USS Theurgy | Unknown Location ] Attn: @Numen
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Mickayla was... numb. Yes, numb was the right word to describe how she was feeling. Or more correctly, wasn't feeling at the moment. She didn't even really remember much since Dev had landed the Reaver in the FAB and she had dismounted to report her killing of Lieutenant Gideon Drake. Officially, his death was being ruled as a manslaughter due to biological circumstances; namely the Savi 'correction' having fucked with her body and brain chemistry. She was experiencing extreme swings in her emotional balance, from not feeling on moment to wanting to kill the next. And Savi medical thing that Khorin and the others had brought back with them had determined the it was a temporary thing and correctable with a daily injection. But what it couldn't say was how long they would be taking the injections for. 

"Figures," Mickayla mused as she leaned against the bulkhead just outside the entrance to the sickbay they had been brought too. She had been first up to get her injection and while Khorin was receiving his, Mickayla had come here to think about what she was to do next. "Strange ship, strange crew. I barely know anyone. Do they have a good counsellor?" the Klingon wondered idly. "And what am I going to do? Will they even trust me now or am I just going to be told to stay in my quarters? Hell, I don't even know if I have quarters or who to see to get some."

The door opening across from where she was positioned intruded into her mind, bringing her back into the present. 
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[ Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai |Outside Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy | In transit to Aldea]
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When Khorin went out the door he rubbed his arm, exactly in the spot where the mechanical being had injected him with that fluid, drugs or whatever was supposed to help him to keep his mood swings on check. The Savi junk had had  some nice bedside manners, which had only increased his discomfort around the robot. There was something inherently wrong about it. Khorin preferred to divide the world into black and white, good and bad. The Savi had abducted and captured them, experimented with them, mutilated and corrected them against their will. All of it was bad, so the Savi and everything around them was bad as well. The Theurgy, her captain and crew were good and he had sworn to defend them all, as he had sworn to defend the Starfleet principles. And everyone of them, except some rotten apples such as the traitor Hi'Jak (who, on the other hand, wasn't part of the original crew) were the good ones.

It was a simple distinction, and it made everything simpler. If something or someone didn't fall into one category, it automatically fell into the other. There was no need to think too much about it. The fact that the robot was now part of the Theurgy's equipment placed it in that third category that Khorin hated and that he avoided using. The 'it's complicated' category. The category where his half brother fell and also those points where Starfleet regulations and Klingon traditions clashed. The few things he had no choice but to put in that category always gave him a headache. And lately there has been too many things, events and people that fell there and made his head hurt.

So there he was, standing in front of the sickbay door, with his hand over the spot where he had been injected with the concoction he depended on not to become a murderer again. Now he was in the "it's complicated" category. And he didn't like it. Not when his kernel asked him to follow in the footsteps of Zephyr to her temporal quarters, move his junk there and curled around the woman till sleep or something else carried them away. But his orders were opposed to what he wanted to do and he should do a route of reports, checks and paperwork before he could even think of going back to the betazoid side.

At the very least, he would have a companion on his tour around the starship. That would also lengthen his stroll around the decks a bit. But as he had told her in the Versant hideout, Klingons took care of other Klingons. As long as they weren't killing each other. Mickayla waited for him reclining against the wall. She seemed as confused as the last time he saw her, though perhaps less angry. Khorin assumed that maybe this time his lunchbox was safe from new knees.

"MacGregor" called her, placing a hand like a paw on one of her shoulders. "Have you decided where you want to go first?" He asked, without his usual grin.

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[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | Outside A Sickbay | Deck Unknown | USS Theurgy | Unknown Location ] Attn: @Numen
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"MacGregor!" Khorin's distinctive bellow echoed down the passageway. Looking up, Mickayla saw the Klingon male standing next to her, placing a hand on one of her shoulders. "Have you decided where you want to go first?" Looking up at his expressionless face, Mickayla remembered that he had offered to show her around the ship that was apparently now to be her home.

"Khorin, I arrived not two hours ago and in that time, I have been detained for manslaughter, told that what the Savi did to me is messing with my head and self-control and that a robot of Savi origin will be administering a shot to try and stabilise me," Mickayla thought to herself as she climbed to her feet, dislodging the big man's hand as she stood. "I don't even know what I should be doing next."

"Sorry Lieutenant," Mickayla apologised, standing straight and tall. "My head was off wandering and not doing what you asked. Won't happen again sir."

"Empty words, even I know that," Mickayla considered, having to snatch hold of her thoughts before they began to wander off again. "I need to speak to someone about what comes next. Can I be trusted to perform my duties?"

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[ Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai |Outside Main Sickbay | Deck 11 | USS Theurgy | In transit to Aldea]
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Khorin looked at Mickayla perplexed for a moment, blinking confusedly at her submission display. Even with the stick in the ass posture, she was far from the combative woman he had met in the Versant. If he was honest with himself, he expected that the woman to respond with a kick aiming to his lunchbox rather than as a... subordinate. Then he remembered. Just before his shoot he had been given a Lone Wolf uniform. So now he was stuffed in a new uniform, white It was strange to redress the pilot jacket and the undershirt with the pair of pins in the collar. It seemed that the last time he had dressed like this had been a lifetime ago. Or almost in different life.

"As you were, MacGregor" He commanded her, with a chuckle. "Take the stick out of your ass, we are off duty for the moment." He looked at her for a moment as he studied whether she relaxed slightly or not. Khorin had always liked a ranked enviroment, knowing at whom he must loof for recieve orders or to give them. It was something deeply ingrained in his education, both as a Klingon and as a pilot. However, for that very reason, he was not too enthusiastic about military displays and the rigid relationships between officers and NCO. Pilots were team players and trust and camaraderie were more important. Klingon concept of discipliny was somehow loose.

Regardless of whether she changed her attitude or not, he passed and arm, thick as a log, over her shoulders and pushed her so both started moving forward. "You know, if you ever speak to me like that again, in such a formal tone with so many 'sirs this' and 'Lieutenant that' I promise you that I'll kick you from here to Sector 001" he threatened her with his trademark sideway grin etched in the face.

"Listen, here's what we're gonna do." He started planning in a bombastic tone, the one he knew that angered the woman almost as much as his ridged face. In the same way that he had tried to annoy her in the hideout, he tried to get the same reaction. Some reaction. An angry reaction could be a nice outcome. He didn't like to see her so... apathetic. While it was true that what he most wanted at that time was to run to his room to pick up his junk and go in search of Zeph, Khorin felt he owed that to the NCO. As he had told her previously, Klingons took care of other Klingons. In their own way. Even if it's a way she hated.

"First, we'll go to the quartermaster to find you a place where you can get some shut-eye this night. Then I'll give you a tour of the places you need to know. The public baths, the upper gym, the mess hall and the lower gym. If you have in mind some other place you want to visit, just let me know." At that point they reached a intersection and Khorin took the corridor to the right, which led them to a turbolift. Khorin stopped in front of it,and put his hands inside the pockets of his pilot's jacket. Although he knew the temperature was higher than the Versant's one, he was cold. Khorin had always been sensitive to low temperatures, inherited from his Klingon blood, but it seemed that his Correction had only exhacerbated that characteristic.

"As it seems that you don't have much to do, we'll make a small visit to deck 16 to see how my pack has fared without me and collect few things in my old quarters. I need to pack my trash to move with Zeph. Maybe I've some stuff i could share with you. " he said cryptically. Surely Macgregor would appreciate a good sweater. Ha had plenty, so he could get rid of one so that the former hybrid would feel more bit comfortable off duty. "When we're done with that, we'll go back to the Security Command Center. If we've wasted enough time, the Deputy would has finished her shift and someone else can tell us where you've been assigned without having to deal again with that bitter witch... i mean officer... well, you know what i mean." he apologized with shrug. The small gesture reminded him of the wounds he had received in the bridge battle, which had barely been patched. He could have asked to be treated in the infirmary, but Khorin didn't want to distract the doctors with something he considered a minor nuisance. He had regained the vision in his eye and was no longer losing blood. It was more than enough to keep going.

The doors of the turbolift opened and Khorin pushed his companion inside. "Any questions? Maybe a little complaint?" he asked mockingly.

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[ PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | Outside A Sickbay | Deck Unknown | USS Theurgy | Unknown Location ] Attn: @Numen
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"We may be off duty Lieutenant, but you are still an officer, sir," Mickayla reminded the Klingon pilot, her posture and tone unchanged. "And I can assure that there is no stick up my ass, sir." Perhaps the last bit was being snide but Mickayla didn't care. Her emotional stability was shot, and she was reacting to events as they came almost as if nothing was before them or coming after them. To the outside observer it might seem like she had multiple personalities.

Khorin's threat to kick her ass from wherever they were to Sector 001 almost caused the Petty Officer to laugh. Despite being an officer, it seemed that Khorin didn't take his rank and position too seriously. Something that could be both a positive and a negative in an officer. She'd seen both during her time in the fleet.

"Sir, with all due respect, I'd like to see you try," Mickayla deadpanned, staring up at the taller male. Mickayla honestly wasn't sure if she could take the bombastic Klingon, but being 100% Klingon herself now, she figured that she could make the effort needed to take her down more than the pilot was willing to expend. She was fairly sure that such an event would land them both back in sickbay, if not the brig. "When you have served as long as I have, sir, you develop habits. Some good, some bad." Mickayla listened without comment as Khorin laid out a plan for the two of them while leading her towards what she assumed was a turbolift.

"Quarters are sounding pretty good right about now. I can but a door between Khorin and myself," Mickayla considered silently. "I have no idea why I would be going to the public baths. Unless the ones on this ship are different to others I have served on. The gyms sound nice though and the mess hall as well. And I'll need to find the security centre sooner rather than later to report my presence aboard the ship. But fuck wearing Khorin's hand be downs. They'd never fit me anyway."

"Sir," Mickayla began once the arrived turbolift's doors had shut. "Do not push me. And I don't need hand me down clothes, sir. I can replicate enough to get by," she pointed out, trying to stay calm in front of the forceful man. "Other than that, everything else sounds OK," Mickayla finished as the turbolift opened. Khorin led the way out of the car and own the passageways before turning into room that was readily apparent as that of the ship's quartermaster.

"Lieutenant, I see you are bringing me another new crewmember," the Chief Petty Officer remarked. "Chief Petty Officer Abraham Savali. How can I help you?"

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[ Khorin, son of Margon, of House Mo'Kai & PO1 Mickayla MacGregor | Quartermaster's Office | USS Theurgy | In transit to Aldea]
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When Mickayla retorted, with no expression on her face, Khorin snorted. It seemed that, despite everything, there was still some fight in her. It was a beginning. He preferred her angry and violent self to.... whatever he might call how she was now. Lackadaisical? Perhaps, although it was one of those words too long and with a too obscure meaning for him. Whatever it was, there seemed to be hope for her.

Without wasting any more time on semantic disquisitions, he continued to relate his plan of action, and the NCO seemed to agree mostly with him. Or at least she didn't protest too much. Well, perhaps she didn't seem too keen to help him with his move, but in that respect Khorin cared little for her opinion. She was going to do it, whatever she said. It would keep her distracted, and it would help both to waste some of their time. It was a flawless plan.

Soon, they both came out of the turbolift and their footsteps led them to Savali. The thin-haired human seemed nice and ready to help, despite the bandages covering his arm. He had possibly been injured in one of the battles the vectors had recently suffered. Given how busy was the sickbay most of the slightly injured were only patched enough to leave a stretcher free and the infinite flow of patients could continue to flow.

"You seem to have had a busy trip, eh Savali," he said by way of greeting. "I've here a new crewmember, Mickayla MacGregor, former USS Endeavour crewmember. Ranks... errr"

"Petty Officer First Class," Mickayla replied to the older man. "Formerly of the USS Endeavour Security Department, sir."

"Yeah, yeah, exactly, almost what I said" Khorin nodded emphatically. The sudden movement caused his mane to stir around him, like a wild halo.

"A good ship," Savali observed calmly. "You'll be needing the usual then? Combadge, replicator rations and quarters."

"I would be grateful, sir," Mickayla responded calmly.

"Any preference on who is in the other room?" Savali asked as he scanned a list of available berths.

"No sir," Mickayla said. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Are you serious? A beggard? That's not what you are!" Khorin roared in an outraged tone. Khorin once again placed his hand on his shoulders, in a gesture that pretended to be kind but mainly consisted of shaking the woman as if she were a straw doll. "After what we've been through you deserve something good," He assured her, a shit-eating grin etched in his broad face. He then looked again to the Quartermaster.  "Listen Savali, give the girl a room with views and well positioned, that she needn't say that in this starship we don't appreciate our replacements, wherever they come from." 

"Eh... yeah, yes sir" Savali declared with a forced smile looking at the Klingon male. The balding human typed for a minute on his PADD, scrolling through the complex layout of quarters he managed. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and his face relaxed, showing a sincere smile again. "Excellent," he said, tapping on the screen a couple of times. "Deck 15. There is a weapons specialist that has an opening due to a recent promotion. I'm sure they would love company again."

"Oh, one of the FAB buddies, maybe" Khorin asked.

"Something like that sir," Savali commented as he filled in some details.

"Perfection" stated Khorin in his most bombastic display. "That way I'll make sure they keep an eye on you."

"Wonderful," Mickayla deadpanned. Savali just smiled in response as he held out a small PADD and a combadge.

"Locations on the PADD. Anything else and you can contact me here or just ask Thea," Savali explained. "Welcome aboard Petty Officer MacGregor."

"Thank you, sir," Mickayla acknowledged before looking over at her walking tree trunk of a companion. "Where to next? And who is Thea?"


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Khorin bid Savali farewell with a martial salute. A salute that totally lost its formality with the Klingon's eyebrows wiggle.

Both Klingons didn't take too long to walk again by another corridor, Khorin leading the way, with long and determined steps, Mickayla following him closely. The pilot only saw part of her expression, and it was mostly impassive. Which, by how little he knew of her, meant that she was building up some tension to kick his crotch as soon as she had the chance. Unconsciously, Khorin lengthened his steps slightly. He would be glad if he could survive twenty-four hours without a rabid former half klingon aiming her frustrations at his groin. He appreciated the woman. But he must set some boundaries.

"Where to next? And who is Thea?" she asked in quick succession.

Khorin stopped suddenly at once. Suddenly enough for the woman to practically bump into his wide back. "Hum" he rumbled, while scratching his bristly chin. "We were heading to... humm..." he tilted his massive head to the right, and, after a minute to the left, as his mental process reflected completely on his face. "Oh, yeah. Upper Gym and Public Baths" he finally said, his face suddenly illuminating as if he had made the greatest discovery of the decade.

Khorin resumed his march, without stopping a second to see if MacGregor was following him or not. After all, she MUST follow him. He was the guide after all. Well, yeah, she could simply ask the starship computer to mark the shortest route to her destination. Or she could trace it herself through the ship blueprints contained in her new padd. But both lacked a human factor. Or Klingon factor, now that he thought about it. In any case she would miss the visit from the point of view of a host. And Khorin wasn't going to allow that.

"Thea is the ship AI." he added afterwards. "She was with us at the Versant or at least her porti...potri.... positronic brain. One of the groups we split into had the goal of rescuing it, remember?" he explained diligently. " She was with us on the bridge during the parliament with the Savi leader and the battle that followed..." he began to explain but, at that point, he closed his mouth and looked at Micka, his dense eyebrow deeply knitted. "But you weren't in that battle. You were with the group that went to recover the fighter, aren't you? " he inquired. "What happened to you? You were with my pack fellow, Dragon and that chatterbox little guy... I don't remember his name..."