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sonof_mogh) wrote2021-01-05 12:52 pm
sonof_mogh) wrote2021-01-05 12:52 pm
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.
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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Ben knows a few places to visit, he's been to most of them in his time. skekSa's place seems more this person's style, though Ben doesn't know her well and honestly is a little intimidated by her.
"Do you know about The Scarlet Hooyim? We can go there. Or The Viper's Pit, whichever suits your needs."
It's Worf's decision to make.
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Through Worf's primal rage he looked towards the dark-haired man and did not speak but nodded sharply. He was in no mood to enjoy himself but perhaps he could raise a few mugs to Jadzia and further her journey into the Klingon afterlife. Perhaps this man could help take his mind off his anguish and pain.
"No, I do not. Take me there and I shall drink with you."
He had made his decision even though he was still in the mood to smash up furniture and anything in his path.
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Ben knows how it feels to want to smash up the furniture, though he hasn't done that in a while. It's one of the habits he wanted to break, as part of getting his anger under control. So he 's sympathetic, and would be even though he doesn't know exactly why the stranger's angry and upset. It isn't his business. His job is to assist.
"The Viper's Pit? Will that do?" It's the first idea Ben can come up with.
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The words came out feeble, without the usual strength and stoicism as they usually would. The man was beaten and depressed and needed a drink. Something to drown out the painful memories haunting him right now. Perhaps this stranger could provide that.
"Let us go to this Viper's Pit you speak of."
What else did he have to lose?