05-08-2024, 04:21 PM
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They had survived. The team from the Philadelphia had gone into the Cardassian ship, shut things down from Engineering, and then moved on to the Cargo Bay and had saved their people. Federation hostages, all Starfleet officers, with one psychotic Cardassian guarding them. He had shot, Jensen made sure he was obliterated, and Art had stood by his side through it all. Almost offhandedly, Art made mention of the Klingon Tea Ceremony to Commander Jensen, and thankfully, even in the heat of the moment, he had understood what that meant.
“Death is an experience best shared.”
The rarely-spoken-of Klingon Tea Ceremony was a sacred ritual in the Klingon culture. It represented death, and facing the inevitable, and the hope of every Klingon warrior: to die in battle. The ceremony was only even done between two people, usually not long after a shared battle experience where death was all but certain. It was an intimate ceremony between two people who were more than friends, and family not by blood, but whose bond was battle-forged. And this experience with the Cardassians had only been the latest.
Artemis, daughter of Tor’an, had invited Peter Jensen to partake in this ceremony today. On board her new quarters on the USS Yeager, which were still sparsely decorated, a serving tray was the only dish on a table. Next to it, a winding branch sat, covered in large, sharp thorns. Feeling as if everything was now set up and ready, Artie checked the time: her friend should be here any minute.
==Tag Jensen!==
They had survived. The team from the Philadelphia had gone into the Cardassian ship, shut things down from Engineering, and then moved on to the Cargo Bay and had saved their people. Federation hostages, all Starfleet officers, with one psychotic Cardassian guarding them. He had shot, Jensen made sure he was obliterated, and Art had stood by his side through it all. Almost offhandedly, Art made mention of the Klingon Tea Ceremony to Commander Jensen, and thankfully, even in the heat of the moment, he had understood what that meant.
“Death is an experience best shared.”
The rarely-spoken-of Klingon Tea Ceremony was a sacred ritual in the Klingon culture. It represented death, and facing the inevitable, and the hope of every Klingon warrior: to die in battle. The ceremony was only even done between two people, usually not long after a shared battle experience where death was all but certain. It was an intimate ceremony between two people who were more than friends, and family not by blood, but whose bond was battle-forged. And this experience with the Cardassians had only been the latest.
Artemis, daughter of Tor’an, had invited Peter Jensen to partake in this ceremony today. On board her new quarters on the USS Yeager, which were still sparsely decorated, a serving tray was the only dish on a table. Next to it, a winding branch sat, covered in large, sharp thorns. Feeling as if everything was now set up and ready, Artie checked the time: her friend should be here any minute.
==Tag Jensen!==