sonof_mogh | Another Warrior Departs [Nexus OPEN POST]

She was dead. They killed her. He killed her. Murdered by the hands of the Dominion. Or, to be precise, Gul-Dukat. He was a traitor to his own people as well as everyone he ever knew. A mind warped by the Pah-wraiths and the need to destroy the Bajorans and their Emissary, Sisko. Jadzia had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Worf let out an almighty roar of anguish, pain and sorrow. It was a deafening noise that reverberated throughout his Nexus apartment, while his head was snapped back, teeth bared and eyes wet with tears. Did Klingons cry? Oh, they most certainly did when one of their mates was murdered without honour by a coward Cardassian. His apartment lay in ruins, all of his nearest possessions scattered on the floor in disarray. A mirror smashed in his bathroom and his bed sheets ripped up in fierce, primal anger. Feathers from his pillow strewn about the floor.

He was a mess.

Clutched in his hand was one of his Mek'leth knives, intent on being thrust into Dukat's cold Cardassian heart for what he did to his mate; his wife. Jadzia Dax. His Jadzia. The emotion was just too strong to bare as he sunk to his knees and roared again; a pitiful wail of grief. He was alone. The knife dropping to the floor in useless abandon as he could not find the energy to use the PINpoint and seek out revenge back on DS9. He just wanted to mourn her in the Klingon way. A new warrior departing for the Klingon after life, Sto'vo'kor.

No doubt the wailing and roaring would awake other Nexus residents since it is now early evening and Worf had pretty much been screaming for hours.

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Tommy doesn't hear the sound but feels it from a great distance while standing out in the cold air of the Nexus winter. Maybe it was his precognition or the fact that these feelings were still raw in his own family, either way the sense of pain and anger that comes from loss felt oppressive even at a distance.

It did bring images with it when he thought, of a woman with spots down the sides of her face and the unmistakable ridged face if the man he had met only recently. He turned back into the house and sat heavily on the chair.

The images wouldn't stop and the pain wouldn't go. Closing his eyes he used the threads of pain to find the man in the Nexus. Tommy's apparition appearing in the room through his ability to astral project. To the man before him it would appear as if Tommy simply walked into the room but he couldn't be touched.

"Why do you wail in pain?" He asks but the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach already has the answer.

The projection was a shock and Worf wasn't in the mood for shocks or surprises as he growled at the voice disturbing his grief. His mourning. The Klingon turned on the projection and felt violated at being discovered so weak and vulnerable. A warrior should never be faced without his armour! Worf's armour had peeled away leaving him naked and prone to attack due to his weakened emotional state.

"Leave me be! I--was not wailing! It--is an ancient Klingon ritual to announce a warrior into Sto'vo'kor. Our afterlife. A coward---murdered my mate!"

Worf snarled and picked up a chair throwing it at the wall opposite Tommy with force, strong enough to leave an ugly crack in the wall. The chair smashing into many pieces on impact. The Klingon howled once more, his grief consuming him and tearing at his warrior's heart.

"My species makes the same sounds." They were higher pitched, much higher pitched but in purpose they were the same. Tommy knew it even if the words made little sense.

He is unphased by the madness around him, of broken things. Though Antheans didn't smash things he could understand the need. "My nephew's mate was killed recently by a cowardly enemy. He still wails some nights."

Tommy saw the witch bringing to bear her full power on an obviously weaker person as the way of a coward, as was the forced use if someone else to do what she should herself.

He stops, the projected presence staring and he frowned deeply. "I still have my own children to mourn. They died years ago."

"Your species? And what might they be?"

Worf growled the words out in annoyance but he knew this man's face since he had seen him at the Dawning. The tall, pale alien with strange eyes. The one with mind powers. Tommy was his name wasn't it? Worf wasn't thinking straight so instead he just slumped down into any chair that wasn't smashed into tiny pieces.

"How did they die? Your children?"

The Klingon was a little more subdued than before yet still the pain gnawed at him from inside. The primal anger still there waiting to snap like a taught rubber band. It hurt. Damn that Cardassian bastard! Yet, Tommy's children were dead. That was a burden none should have to carry.

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"I'm an Anthean though I can't look like my own people ever again." Tommy has his own burdens and his voice isn't as neutral as usual. There's a hint of disgust to it that he can't hide.

Tommy doesn't know but sitting down was better probably than smashing everything. The alien sighs and looks away. "There's a great drought on my planet. I came to Earth for water or help from the humans. I was imprisoned and they died while they kept me from leaving. My planet is nearly uninhabitable now and my people are rare."

Tommy didn't blame humans for his treatment but he did blame them for the death of his family. He couldn't hate, Antheans in general didn't but he held no fondness for general humanity any longer.

Anthean.

Worf did not understand the man's race but he did not care at this point. They had spoken once and that was when Worf was himself. When he was complete. A man who was happy because he had his wife back home on DS9. Now he was without her. Alone. Listening to Tommy's plight the Klingon sighed heavily.

"You are unfortunate and I am sorry for your planet. Tommy. I---just need time to get over the loss. She---Jadzia was everything to me. The bastards will pay."

Another loud, anguished-filled wail and Worf was glancing at the image of Tommy. A projection. The alien's mind abilities really were powerful enough so that he could project himself into someone's home.

"I am poor company right now."

"I understand your need." Tommy did. He had memories of his own screaming in locked rooms or out in the desert.

It took a moment before the Anthean realized these were mourning cries and not anger. The emotions said they were the former.

"Then I will join you." Tommy let out a mind numbingly loud wail; high in pitch, airy and discordant.. at least to human ears. Who knew how an Anthean's strangely airy and high voice would sound to a Klingon.

Worf joined Tommy in wailing, although the Klingon's wailing was more of a gruff cry than the high pitched tone of the Anthean. Either way, most who lived close by would hear both men engaged in the wailing ritual of grief. It was a sight to behold if anyone actually walked into Worf's smashed up apartment. Coming down, Worf growled and punched the wall. Hard. Splinters of wood ended up buried in his hand but it he felt no pain. Another hole in his apartment's wall.

"Your scream---it felt good to hear. I feel your pain, Thomas. We may grieve together in our loss."

"Felt your pain before I arrived." Tommy tells the other man. He isn't prone to these sorts of outbursts but he had them when he felt isolated. "How else do you grieve beyond cries of pain."

"You did?"

A telepath. Of course. Or empath. Either way, Worf wasn't in the mood to discuss which since he wasn't in the right mind to talk technical about anything. He was pissed off and angry. Emotional and unstable. As for what Thomas was asking of him, Worf sighed and sat on his bed, slumping onto it.

"By defeating my enemies in bloody combat. Rendering them useless with my blade piercing their heart or cutting off their cowardly head."

The words came out sharp, angry. As if he were directed them straight towards the bastard who killed his mate. Who killed Jadzia.

"Yes."

Tommy swallowed hard at the discussion of so much violence but he understood the desire to be violent.

"I hope you're successful when you are in a better mind." He never wanted to cause violence but another species, like humans, were violent.

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