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Far Away From Home	By : mancer Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 2090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Over the following days, discussions became more and more intense. The Klingons took turns at their usual infuriating habits – making fun of the delegates for their lack of home, of people, of honor – and being oddly... delicate. Kind was too inaccurate a word, but occasionally Vuron saw one of the High Council members suggesting a bit of inhospitable land for colonization, or offer a trade that offered them little in benefit past that of favors.
Sranak, in turn, steeled himself with a desperation. He hungrily grabbed at every opportunity. Debated more viciously with the Klingons for any resource on the table. His anger obvious by the hard line of his jaw. Desperation by the cold tenor of his voice.
His staff worried over the emotion they perceived, but could not deny the need. Besides, compared to their Klingon counterparts, who would notice?
Vuron threw himself into his own work. Often bodily.
Whenever he wasn't playing guard or shuttling messages back and forth over subspace, he continued his studies with as many of the local martial arts masters as would work with him.
While the others meditated, or worked, Vuron fell into the meditation of the body. In his youth, he had studied Yoga, T'ai Chi Ch'uan, Aikido, and others from human masters, kharakom – a type of kickboxing – and hleshvalath – wrestling and grappling – from a surprisingly accepting Andorian master, had learned the ancient Vulcan arts from his own parents, and now he took every opportunity he could to learn from the Klingons.
After the first couple weeks, he found he relished the daily training. The feeling of worn leather in his hands. Of steel on steel as he pushed against the master. The tight cording of muscle, the smell of honest sweat and blood-
“Mr. Vuron.”
The security officer blinked up at his Ambassador, startled and a bit embarrassed that his thoughts had returned to the previous night's practice.
“The councilor was complimenting your... fighting prowess. You are training with a battlemaster from her clan?”
“Yes, Ambassador. I find Master Chijqa's lessons quite challenging.”
“Master Chijqa only told me this morning,” the female councilor said. Vuron searched his mind for her name, but strange, fuzzy edges obscured that data. “I was quite surprised. I never thought a stuffy... Vulcan like you would be interested in the art. Master Chijqa finds you an apt pupil.”
Vuron felt his lips tug at her omission of an obscenity. Respect for his abilities the only thing that would stay her gruff trivialization.
“Being interested in such an art is not so illogical. I have mastered several similar skills, most from worlds other than my own. I find that they give me more kinetic knowledge of my surrounds, along with my own body. Not to mention the calm of repetition that goes along with physical and mental exercise.”
The female laughed heartily, drawing others into it.
“Of course. Ever logical.” The way she spat out the word left little down her opinion of Vulcan logic.
The Ambassador eyed him for an uncomfortably long moment, before returning his gaze to the Chancellor.
“Chancellor Ka'Tra, I believe you are aware of the recent events on planet Vulcan.”
The old Klingon nodded. “Sad events, for your people. I have heard that justice was done, but there is little honor in it.”
The Ambassador nodded. Often, Vuron wondered at the lessons in Klingonese that they had all learned. Theoretically, all of Sranak's members were as fluent in it as their own native tongue, but at times like these, when honor was brought in to the conversation, a lifetime of cultural weight sat on their tongues in ways that no amount of history lessons could give.
“- a concerted effort to begin settling one of our recently colonized worlds.”
New Vulcan, Vuron thought. Something ached in the pit of his stomach. The colony had had another name to start with... what was it?
“I believe we should hold off further negotiations so that I and my staff might be available to go to the colony and offer whatever aid necessary.”
Vuron exchanged a meaningful glance between a few of the others. Why does he suddenly want to leave? Did he not say to finish the task here first?
“This is highly extraordinary, Ambassador. We offered you leave, and you would not take it. Are you going back on your word to remain until an adequate settlement could be achieved for all?”
“No, of course-”
“Are you implying that we are attempting to take advantage of your weaker bargaining ground?”
“Certainly not.”
“Then, perhaps the Ambassador is saying we have no regard for the honor of foreign dignitaries-”
Vuron's fist dented the long table between them. “How dare you!”
The echoes in the hall, and the stares of both Klingon and Vulcan dignitaries, slivered into his mind. Had I... said that outloud?
The shock of the noise stayed his voice further.
“Mister Vuron.” He felt a little shiver go down his spine at the Ambassador's tone. “You will return to our quarters and begin meditations immediately.”
“Sir, I-”
A lifted hand stayed the words in his throat.
“I do not wish to hear it, unless you intent to apologize to our hosts.”
Vuron gave a short bow from the waist to the Ambassador, quickly did as he had been bid to the council, then gratefully fled the room.
“What a shame,” he could hear one Klingon grumble to another. “That one almost seemed interesting.”
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