ChamaH Soch - Glory

[general_chang]

This month is the Klingon month Soo'jen or 'Glory'. It is perhaps fitting that I should meet my other self in such a month. He did glory to his people and those who he encountered upon those ship.

Each attempt to strip his Klingon honour away from him was repelled and he found honour in resistance. Honour here, I find, is thin on the ground. There are few enemies to fight, beyond those childish to believe that a tantrum against our Exalted Admiral will gain them points or fear is a valued weapon where amnesia is common and ennui more so.

Death has no meaning. And I mean not in the human sense of the meaning of death, yes, I see the oblivion as much as a human or Vulcan or Time Lord would, but it is a mere shutdown, not unlike what an AI might experience should you deactivate it, but that is not meaning.

It is so limited. It pays no respect to the life led before it, reducing it to mere automatic functions to be reset if it 'malfunctions'.

I have never felt the desire to simply vanish before I arrived in this place.

In that other ship, there were enemies. True injustices to be fought, honour existed in the hearts of those inmates, it made them strong, powerful. Vital. Each of their deaths had meaning. Each smile, each act of generosity, had meaning.

I share my former warden's enthusiasm [Enthusiasm, blood lust, same difference, right?] to return, if only to restore meaning to my own existence, regardless of the death stolen from me.

It has given me a purpose.

[Filtered away from Sexby]

I do not expect understanding on this matter. I can only say that a soldier forms an attachment to his weapon, it is part of his identity, to hold a weapon, to defend with it, to make it an extension of self. Sentimental perhaps, but nonetheless a strong feeling.

We all know of Sexby, of his crimes, but of the man beyond them. Perhaps this version is a unpolished man, one given to baser instincts but we know him, even if this youth has not known us.

I have thus deemed him suitable to bear a blade. I am no warden, but I am a general. A warrior does not wield a weapon carelessly, particularly in a place unknown to him. Do not remove it. I warn you only as a courtesy.

Comments

you are his first soldier bro, chang. have a measure of nihilism

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

What is glory if there is blood on your hands? An existence in blood is not one of glory. But neither is an existence in cowardice.

Injustice and brutality will never be destroyed, and honour never truly realised. There is death or dying. Your only corner of glory is ensuring that you do not do the latter.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

There is glory in defiance, in serving your people, in adhering to your own code. Death in surrender is more important to avoid than death reaffirm who you decided to become, whether that was a life in blood, in the soil of the land or serving your people.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

But what is serving your people when those you fight against do the same?

There is glory alone in fighting with fire in your blood, and fighting as if you were three seconds from Paradise, no matter who for.

The rest is not glory, it is naught but politics.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

I do not see the contradiction. They serve and you serve. As you say, beyond that is nothing but politics.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

Glory is not in service, that is my point, sir.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

My point is that glory comes in serving the cause you believe is right, whether or not the other side believes it so.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

And if there is no cause worth it, sir?

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

Then you are a hollow creature, soulless.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it is the world which is without soul.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

The world create its creatures as the creatures create the world.

[accountsettled.livejournal.com]

And they, sir, make each other what they are.