MSNPC General G'Gur - Unfortunate Meetings (Tags/FAO: Strike Team)
Jamie LeBlanc
((Quesaris Targ Fight Pit – Qo’noS))
General G’Gur did not want to be here.
He wanted to be on a ship, watching the trial as an honored member of his house. But his house had lost influence and in his desperation to regain past glory he had aligned himself with promises and lies. Promises and lies and Kelemkor.
Kelemkor who was in his head. Kelemkor who haunted his dreams. Kelemkor who told him what to do and he did it. Not that he wanted to. He simply did it.
Now here he was. To one side there were children in cages. Klingon children, kidnapped children of houses they were pressuring to vote in a particular manner. That was dishonorable. G’Gur knew it was dishonorable and he did it anyways. Because Kelemkor told him to and wormed his way into his brain and caused pain after untold pain. And now G’Gur obeyed.
To the other side were political prisoners, beaten and tortured, people that angered the cult, as well as starved and rabid targs. And in the corners were cultists.
Cultists and a bunch of tech to hide this operation from the Klingon police. It was also incredibly dangerous to do this so close to the High Council, in the center of the city – right under the noses of authority. But it was also telling with how long they had gotten away with in. Meaning that someone in authority had helped make this possible.
The cultists were readying weapons of all sorts, preparing for battle should it come to it. Because even with the lies, the false evidence, the hostages for leverage and votes and everything else, there was still the fear that the truth would come to light and Starfleet may win.
G’Gur: Are you ready to move?
Cultist: Yes, but we will wait. We will not reveal our hand unless the trial is clearly against our favor.
G’Gur knew that, but part of him – a large part – wanted the cultists to lose. He hated them. And he hated that his mind forced him to do Kelemkor’s bidding.
Maybe he would find honor in the fight. Maybe.
G’Gur: And the prisoners?
The cultist smiled cruelly.
Cultist: No matter what the vote is, there will be bloodshed tonight
G’Gur: what sport is there in feeding children to starving targs,
The cultist shrugged, utterly unconcerned with the concept of putting children to a horrible death.
Cultist: We call that entertainment.
G’Gur shook his head and went towards the supply area to make sure things were being distributed properly when he paused and canted his head to one side.
G’Gur: Is anyone in the access tunnel below us?
Cultist: no. ::a pause, he looked over.:: Why?
G’Gur: I heard something…
He ordered two of the cultists to go check the potential noise out, while he pulled his double mek’leth and waited as patiently as his addled brain would let him.
Then then… they didn’t return.
G’Gur: I’m taking a team and checking it out.
Cultist: Be my guest, General.
G’Gur gathered five of the best trained cultist guards to back him up and he started moving towards the lower back area of the pit, seeking and searching until the group fanned out and he heard something.
Whirling around, his eyes locked on the very person he least expected to be here.
G’Gur: Klix…
It was not hard to see in his eyes that something was wrong. That he was not fully himself.
And yet there he was, standing with cult guards that sprang to attack.
Vraj: ?
Yael/Parvana/Andrews/Drevas/Borq: ?
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tags/tbc
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OOC – feel free to tag this into your current scene when you like.
There are 5 NPC cultists with combat skills, you may sim them however you like
for combat, anyone can write for them 😊
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MSNPC General G’Gur
Disgraced
~Julian Beck
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