Another Warrior Departs [Nexus OPEN POST]

[sonof_mogh]

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.

Comments

[chiaro_oscuro]

Ben isn't that bothered by Worf's screaming - but he doesn't realize it's a person first.

Instead, he gets up to go look for the source of the sound. He's got his "Earth clothes" on, his usual outfit of choice when he's going out drinking or wants to avoid drawing attention to himself. Whatever's going on, someone's upset, and he's going to go do something about it.

When he finds Worf, he asks the Klingon what's wrong. An alien, but not one from a species he knows.

[iamjustvisiting]

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.

Late in the Night

[amartolosa]

Sin had been away in Chaos acting in an official capacity or she might have noticed sooner. She had a way of knowing when friends were suffering but as she relaxed in the villa it was something else she noticed, nightmares. They were hazy but after millennia beside Beelzebub she knew what that meant. A friend having nightmares while they were too intoxicated to wake themselves.

She put on whatever was around, it turned out to be a simple, red slip dress. This wasn't a social call but one of comfort. There was no reason to dress to the nines. Comfort for herself would be as important as the comfort she was to bring. It took only a moment to fly to where the Klingon lay passed out. She had sympathy for whatever it was he endured that troubled his sleep.

"Worf?" She spoke quietly so as not to startle him if he woke, her hand gently on his forearm in comfort.