"An audience"
 by Lieutenant T'Kang
 Chief Tactical Officer - USS Tempest
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The turbolift ride to the bridge of the Tempest was a short 
one.  The proud Klingon warrior stood in contemplative 
silence and listened to the hum of the floors as the lift sped 
upwards to deck 1.   When he arrived, the lift stopped and 
the doors opened with a swish.

T'Kang put his tree stumps he had for legs into motion, 
immediately marching down to the command well towards 
Lieutenant Cowan who swiveled in the Captain's chair to 
face the relieved Chief Tactical Officer.

"Mister T'Kang, you were confined to your quarters."  Cowan 
restated his earlier orders.

"Yes.  I was."  T'Kang said in his deep Klingon voice.  He 
continued to walk until he was standing before Lieutenant 
Cowan, beckoning him to stand up as well in Klingon 
fashion.   The culture must have been lost on the Lieutenant 
who chose to remain seated.   T'Kang's expression was sour 
as typical of the grumpy officer.  Upon seeing Cowan would 
not stand to face him directly, which was granted a Klingon 
custom and not a Terran one, he decided to make his 
request.   "It is my understanding that Lieutenant 
Commander Lee is on board Starbase 202 *sir*."  the 
Klingon stated both sharply and boisterously in Klingon 
fashion.

"That is correct Lieutenant."  Cowan nodded in calm, sage 
like fashion.

"Request permission to board the Starbase with the intent of 
speaking to Lieutenant Commander Lee *sir*."   the Klingon 
stated, again with a stabbing bite to the way the address of 
"sir" was pronounced and held.   T'Kang stood boldly.  His 
bear-like frame waiting the acting Executive Officer's 
response.