Ensign Ba'el - 1 Hypo makes you larger, and 1 hypo makes you small

[Jalana]

((This is the continuation of "White Tribble" ))

 

(( Ba'el's Mind, Paoike Colony-Drever IV))

 

W'mar: Ba'el, daughter of Laneth, of the house of Konjah.  We need to talk.

Ba'el: Talk? ::Tilts her head in confusion:: About what?

The old monk simply grunted with amusement. He pulled a flask from within his robes, opened the cap and took a deep drink before he returned his gaze to her.

W'mar: About why you are here.

Ba'el was even more confused now. 

Ba'el: Why I am here?  I do not even know how I got here! The last thing I remember was....was

W'mar: Drever IV?

Ba'el looked up sharply. The memory coming back to her.

Ba'el:  Yes! I was helping one of the colonists and went to get some water for his garden and..

The old monk laughed. Shaking his head upon hearing her words.

W'Mar: Getting a colonist some water for his garden? Is THIS the path you left us to follow?  And then what happened?

Ba'el bristled at the old monks mocking a moment before she tried to recall what had happened.

Ba'el: ::furrows her brow:: I went to get the water, as I started to walking back, I heard a noise in the underbrush, and tried to see what it was. Then it starts to get blurry and I must have blacked out. 

The old monk gave her an incredulous look before he took another drink from his flask.

W'mar:  Yes, that sort of thing can happen when you get shot in the 'oSrlq  by a couple of darts!  Not exactly the sort of tale to inspire your fellow Klingons with.

The younger Klingon woman was now confused, embarrassed and angry

Ba'el: Darts? ::Shakes her head in confusion:: Wait, am I dead?

W'mar: No. Merely unconscious. 

Ba'el: Merely unconscious? ::looks around  then back to W'mar:: So this is all in mind mind.

W'mar: ::nods approvingly:: Just so. It's nice to see your wits haven't been completely dulled yet.

Ba'el: If this is all simply in my mind, then you aren't really W'mar. 

The older Klingon again nodded approvingly to her. A look of approval on his face,

W'mar: No, I am not. :: Takes another drink from his flask before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand:: So, if I am not really W'mar, as you say, then what am I?

((TBC: Gotta stop to make dinner, I will pick this up again soon.))

 

 

Ensign Ba'el

Counselor
USS Constitution-B
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