general_chang | ChamaH Soch

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.

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I get your point, but we still don't know if he's the type to attack people and he's going to be facing a lot of threats. Besides, you know he's not going to give that up without force and whoever forces him has to deal with the backlash.

And a man should be able to defend himself against threats. And I do know what kind of man he is, even at his most savage, I have fought alongside him.

I have warned the entire barge.

If you've fought alongside him then you should know he can defend himself with his fists. He's not the man you knew. There's nothing to say he didn't come from another universe or a different story or timeline and that he's a completely different version of the Sexby we knew. You're taking a gamble that, unlike every twin and the different versions of people we've already had here, he'll be the only one to be himself. That's a gamble that could murder a dozen people before it's stopped and that doesn't bother you?

I met and spoke with him first.

Your scenario is unlikely. It is a close quarters weapon and he is human. There are many here, who take it upon themselves to protect the lives of others, few of them are human and those that are have guns.

Still doesn't mean he's not different.

I think less people have guns and more people could piss him off in that time than you realize.

I think you are paranoid.

I think you're retarded.

I don't know that word in the context you seem to be using it.

It means you're being stupid in this situation.

I'm informing the barge of a potential situation, if a member of the barge decides to engage him, they'll understand what faces them. If they chose to disregard it, it is their own choice and, should they become harmed, their foolishness if they do so.

You're informing the Barge of a situation you created that's dangerous.

I 'created' nothing. He is no more or no less dangerous with the weapon than he is without. He is a soldier, a man tried to follow orders and to kill, a man who has lived in war. He does not need a mere blade to accomplish this, but his mind and his skill.

But a blade makes it a whole lot fuckin' easier.

It does not, not to a man trained.

Listen, asshole. I'm a man trained and I could do a shitload of damage if I'm trying, but that doesn't mean a knife doesn't make it easier and more appealing. I know what you are. I get why you gave it to him and if I thought we could trust him at all, I'd agree with you. But he might not be the guy you think he is and fuck you if he hurts anyone or it gets out of hand.

You clearly have no idea 'what' I am, human, do not presume.

You said he's like you, so I can assume a little.

However much you believe you understand, you are human and I am Klingon, the difference is so large that you could not begin to comprehend it.

I have been forced by this ship to endure humanity time and again, so I understand you far more than you could ever hope to me. It is not an understanding I wish for, but I have it.

I'm not trying to comprehend shit except how you had a knife already and why you gave it to someone who can use it to the most damage before he showed he could be trusted with it. I don't give a fuck what you are or how well you think you know me.

Fuck, I hope you're not graduating any time soon.

Then don't say what I am nor decide what I should do, you are an inmate and even if I were interested in your weak, human morality, I would not rely upon one who failed to hold to even that. I have explained my motives, if it is beyond you still, go bother someone else.

You can use whatever excuses you want to avoid the issue, but it still fuckin' stands. You're retarded, you made a mistake, and I hope it comes back to fuck you.

I made no mistake, I do not regret what I have done, nor will I.

I wasn't asking.

No, you were just wrong. Ascribing to me human morality. They weren't excuses, they were the values I was brought up with, which you ignore and which this barge reviles. If graduation means the removal of these values, I will fight it until eternity.

It's not a matter of morality. It's fucking common sense. If you were really brought up to hand out weapons to the first unstable soldier you see? Then yeah, it's wrong here. Maybe not where you come from, but here.

Edited 2011-08-25 05:34 (UTC)