nadrojneirbo
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RADM (ret.) Nadroj Neirbo
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Droj had been adversed to violence all of his live, likely the product of being raised by an ambassador and a politician who favour pacifism. Even upon joining Starfleet, he had never been keen on violent conflict, he was a strong believer in the old mantra of a peaceful organization only concerned with exploration.
Despite this, he had long had an interest in Klingon culture. He had picked up a Klingon history course in his first year at the academy largely because it fit his schedule best, he was instantly intrigued by the unique race of warriors who held honour above all else. He delved deeply into the study, having majored in history at the academy his focus soon became Klingon history. He had learned a passable command of the language and a great respect for the people. Though he understood why violence played such a key role in their culture, it was something he never adopted for himself.
As an officer, he always knew he may be called on to fight, but it was his intention to avoid it. As a historical specialist in the science department, he was quite sure he would never be expected to do such a thing. Later, as an engineer, he thought it was more likely but still not that probable. He had in fact turned down a promotion that would put him into security early on in his career. As a chief engineer, his ability to think outside of the box earned him some respect and a promotion to commanding officer of a ship. The ship was Intimidator-class and Droj fretted for a long time. He took command and didn't manage to avoid battle for long. His first mission was participation in a C'haklakian conflict but he was able to justify the violence as necessary for the protection of Starfleet, there was no unnecessary brutal attacks. Following that he had managed to avoid open battle, he spent some time on a remote Klingon base and got to see much of the culture he had admired in theory though not necessarily in practice. Though he was enraged by the killing of his chief of security on that base, he was far more able to come to terms with it than the rest of his crew having a better understanding of the culture and, much to the chargrin of his crew, actually believing that the "murder" was justified.
From there he became involved in the betleH tournament which was organized by a casual acquaintance who would become a close friend: Wade Duerkes. He enjoyed his experience at the second annual tournament as a judge thoroughly. It was his first true test with real blood spilling battle that caused him to miss the third and resign his commission.
He had been sent to chase down some Gorn ships with classified information on the position of ships and other strategic assets along the Gorn border where battle was ongoing. He had to stop the Gorn at all costs. He came to face a choice which he had come to terms with but one which he did not understand through the Klingon lens. He had killed two entire crews by illegally using transphasic torpedoes on the Gorn. He had killed them with a weapon, which he thought was likely dishonourable, but to stop them from an ambush that was in itself dishonourable. Was this an honourable undertaking? He did not know.
He had become the fall guy, for the good of the fleet he had resigned. But he had also resigned to avoid a court martial that also would have taken place for the good of the fleet had he not. Was this honourable? He did not know.
He had spent the last year on Vulcan, meditating and trying to come to peace with his demons. He had gained a lot of mental clarity but he still did not have answers to his questions.
It was time for him to show his mettle, and it was time for him to test the honour in his heart if there were any there. His friend was seemingly murdered for no good reason. It was clear that the dishonour on this base was far greater than any real or imagined sins in which Droj had engaged over the past few years.
He had never weilded a blade before, at least not in real combat, but he understood what had to be done. He may not have been Klingon, and he may not have embraced their ways before but now it seemed to be the only thing to do. Wade was dead. Wade was no more Klingon than Droj and probably had not studied them as extensively but in his heart, where it mattered, Wade was 10 times the Klingon Droj could ever imagine being. He owed it to Wade.
He reached out his hand, and in his command of Klingon which was largely correct in syntax, if not in pronounciation, he asked for a blade.
"I may not make it far enough to avenge Wade's death, but I hope to help you there and..." He paused for a long moment before finishing, "I will die well."
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