[Chang's reaction to his return to the barge was subdued, particularly given that he was a Klingon. He stood stock-solid for a few moments, until K'Nera brushed up against him, clearly confused ( Read more... )

[Here is a woman with the most perfect of postures. She's Irving Braxton's wife but keeps her name as 'Chang'. She is not full of the Christmas spirit, though no one should expect this from her.] I would like to remind our esteemed neighbours that we are expected to continue living in our homes after the Christmas season and thus it is ill advised ( Read more... )

[There's a long pause here.] I require more furs.[Klingons do not like the cold.]

[Instead of dinosaurs, Chang's object of interest is this, if a little more scuffed up. He holds it to the camera, holding it at various angles. His voice appears from behind the camera.] It is the month of Merruthj[He finds that funny. It is the Klingon for 'retreat'. The camera's focus goes to him.] It is the second time we have arrived at a ( Read more... )

Who is Abetzur? [It's on the tip of his tongue, he swears.]

Warden, I wish for the CES.

[People Chang's cool with]

Which one of you will join me on a hunt?

[Chang looks thoughtful, saddened.] I would speak with you. Face to face. [Worded like an order, but the tone shows that it is a request.]

[Chang has been brooding in his room, feeling increasingly unsatisfied. The ever-creeping feeling that he's just accepting what's being dealt his way, missing a battle-port and realising how meekly he waits for each one doesn't sit well with him ( Read more... )

[One minute he was stepping through the door, the next she was standing in the middle of a hallway. She looked down at herself, dressed in a suit. Then she brought her hand to her stomach. Her responses was loud enough to be heard down the hall.] Hu'tegh!

[Those with in earshot of level 2, room 18 will hear the melodic sounds of a Klingon trashing his room, in the mess Chang's communicator gets knocked and active ( Read more... )