<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitala Oragh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one<br/><br/>Her eyes filling up with tears, the stream of emotions went on. Memorising the words of her uncle, wanting to be brave for the sake of her people. Humans as well as Klingons. If only she could just move, she would've attacked him, but the sharp pain in her arms made her unable to push him off of her. Her head felt dizzy as the Vulcan slammed her harder than anyone had ever done before, her eyesight decreased and a sharp, high tone echoing in her ears. She wanted to fight him off, to rip his ears off and to feast on his copper-coloured blood right at that moment, but that thought was soon put to a stop when he kicked her into her most sensitive body parts, an almost extreme jolt of pain flowing through her body as she brought out a soft cry of pain, a very un-Klingon. Kitala didn't<em>want</em>to be vulnerable. She wanted to crawl back up, but as she had fallen to the floor and needed her arms to get up and a good eyesight, she couldn't and just lay there, looking up at the Vulcan, luckily still able to speak. "Go ahead," She said, now couching up blood but not letting her eyes leave his. "Kick....... Kick me again. Do it. I am..... sober." She said, her throat hoarse and tears streaming down like a waterfall, her arms strangely crooked, trying to cover her abdomen so that she wouldn't have to take in another one of his ruthless kicks there. Kitala bit her lips, closed her eyes and tried to focus on getting up, her abdomen still in a sharp pain as she sat up on her knees and tried to tackle the Vulcan by clinging onto his legs, wanting to bite him if that was all she could do, but falling down and staring at the ceiling instead, incapable of moving any of her limbs, coughing up more blood. A pitiful beast might indeed be the right term, she thought to herself, not saying a word as her tears wet the floor. A pitiful beast with no sense of decency that belonged in a circus, not on a starship. But not even a circus would take her as she wasn't... anything. She wasn't Terran, but wasn't Klingon either. She was a nobody, another "thing" created in a love-affair that never should have happened. Once more, Kitala hated herself for being who she was, and for not being able to get up. The pain didn't go numb, it just went on and on and on, whilst she was unable to do anything about it. She tried to look around for help, but didn't want to pain her eyes any longer. She just needed to feel this pain. "Buurgh-wh, who are you?" She said at the sharp female voice that ordered someone to go somewhere and felt how a pair of strong arms picked her up and held her as she heaved up and down, each step he took sending another jolt of pain through her limbs. The female voice had sounded strangely much like her mother's though, but she was unsure as she had just closed her eyes for comfort.