Caught a Klingon

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I had an idea lately and well this is the first fruition of it. Basically my own redesign on traditional StarTrek species. ^^ In this case the Klingons. So I used my old Klingon charactr Karn for this. ^^

Karn panted and ran a hand over his cranial plate and down through his hair. That had been quite the work out session. He could feel beads of sweat run down between the plates on his back as he pulled off his work out clothes. A simple grey tank top with gold on the shoulders to denote his area, security, and a matching pair of shorts which were a bit baggy to hide a little something. Klingons are usually quite remarkable in their resistance to physical injury. It takes a huge weight to break bones and their plating acts as natural armor in vital spots but even Klingons aren't immune to illness. Karn's father was Klingon ambassador to the Federation. He believed in honor through noble deeds and that preventing a fight as as honorable as winning one. He was also a family man and so brought his wife and child as he'd traveled Federation territory for his job. During these travels Karn became deathly ill thanks to a particularly virulent Vulcan illness. Thankfully Karn survived it but suffered some permanent neurological damage leaving him largely incontinent. Karn had to learn to live with it and overcome what others would see as a weakness. He worked hard to push himself to be stronger and smarter. Always ready to fend off a bully with some well chosen words or a well placed strike. This habit had followed him to this day even as he now enjoyed a position as a Security officer aboard a Federation station. He always kept himself on top of his game. His father had stated his pride in his son more than once and as Karn finished cleaning himself up and taping on a new diaper he was lost in thought about what to write to his father this week. That is until he saw someone round the corner and stop dead in their tracks staring at him. Karn froze for a moment recognizing one of his co-workers.

"Th-this...this is...Alright this is exactly what it looks like. Just laugh already and get it out." Karn told him rubbing the back of his head and trying to put on a smile as he blushed, eyes cast down a bit at the shorter humanoid.

"I..." Was all the Bajoran managed at first. "Well that's a first."

"Heh. Yeah I know not something one expects." Karn managed. "It's a medical condition. Mind not spreading this around? I'd hate to have to crack a skull to earn my respect back."

"N-no problem! S-sorry for walking in on you like this. I...I'll leave you to get dressed." The young Bajoran officer stammered blushing much more than Karn as he turned around and scampered out and having to mentally tell himself that this indeed did just happen.

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the lil story.

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