General Chang

[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.

He looked down at her before moving briskly towards his room, the panther close on his tail. Only upon entering his room did he permit the growl that had slowly been building loose into a roar.

The next he knew he was leaning against the cool plating that served as a wall in his quarters, his hands bloodied, panting.

He found a seat, grabbed an old bottle of blood wine and uncorked it. K'Nera, brave creature that she was, sat up next to him, gnawing slightly on his free hand. The bond they had soothed him some.]

[Chang is holding the communicator with one hand, the other stroking her panther, K'nera, who's trying to hog the lime light. Chang is amused. And covered by a fur blanket. Nothing else, but that seems to do the trick for now.] It appears we've encountered some 'turbulence' hmm? Even the Admiral desires too much of a good thing.

[That last is said with relish and a smirk, given that refers to a line of Shakespeare, by woman in a man's guise and is innuendo.]

The disturbance is very obvious for those whose minds are left intact.

[Her attention back on K'nera, Chang closes the connection.]