Mairsa Vl'Tang

**Mairsa Vl'Tang** was the Klingon Diplomatic Officer assigned to the USS Augustus in 2295. Mairsa's purpose on being on the ship and her exact relationship with the crew was a source of much trouble during her stay.

## BIOGRAPHY

Mairsa was born to a pair of Klingon warriors. At the time of her birth her family house, House Vl'Tang was one of the minor houses under the great house of Mo'Kai. When she was only an ankle biter, less than two years old. Her father died. With all of her brothers too young to claim their minor houses name, their house lost it's standing and it's title. To make matters worse her mother would remarry, and she would not marry a Klingon warrior, but instead a human. This made her family's House lose even more of it's standing.

From a young age her and her full blooded Klingon siblings formed a tight bond, vowing to one another in a blood oath that they would restore their family's honor and standing within the Empire. She took this oath very seriously. She even wanted her youngest brother to be part of this new House, even if he was a half breed dog, he was still her blood kin and she valued family above all else.

At the age of 14 she joined the Klingon Academy of Martial Combat and Klingon Defense Force Training. For two years she trained to be a warrior, earning herself a reputation as a cunning warrior. 2 years later when her half breed brother joined she made it a point to challenge him, to push him to grow strong. A year after that she was told he died on a training exercise. She mourned him, as with him dying another in her family had come to an end without Honor. She vowed then to ensure that her family House was restored, to ensure all of her family would have a place in Sto'Vo'Kor.

Years would pass and she would earn her way up in rank. First serving aboard the *IKS MaQmIgh* as nothing more than a Bekk. As a member of a house without honor, she was forced to fight for her meals, fight for respect from the crew, fight to even get a good seat when reporting for her duty station. Before long her own strength as a warrior outweighed the talk of her family's lack of title and she was proud. She had taken her first step in reclaiming honor for her family, by claiming honor for herself.

After a few years on the *IKS MaQmIgh* she was moved up in rank and moved to the *IKS bIQyIn*, this time as the first mate and a lieutenant. She had earned somewhat of a name for herself, but her cocky attitude and willingness to accept any challenge, either in combat, in drinking, or even in the bedroom, made her a force to be reckoned with. She was respected by those who served under her and she treated them well. No mission was complete without at least one barrel of Blood Wine, courtesy of her own commission from her duties.

That would all change when she returned home after completing a mission, what she would call a milk run, and found several Romulan data chips. She checked them and found a great deal of information on them, including the truth about her younger brother. He was alive and working for Klingon Intelligence. She was overjoyed, at least at first. But she soon found out where the data chips had come from. One of her older brothers, Tvaun, had made a deal with the Romulans for the data, which he had hoped to use to gain political power. Mairsa challenged him to combat, but like the treacherous coward he refused to accept, as he had already claimed the right to lead the house and she had no authority to take it from him.

Enraged Mairsa made a new vow. She would find her lost brother. She would ensure he was fit to lead their house, and she would help him kill Tvaun. She began her plan by speaking with the nobles she had made contact over her years of service, making her case to bring honor back to her family. She managed to convince one who agreed to give her a ship and a crew, the *IKS Be´joY´*.

Her next action was to destroy what remained of her family house. She went to the family shrine and stole the family bat'leth and D'k tahg, both of which she promptly broke. She then cut her hair, vowing to not let it grow beyond her shoulders until her family had been restored. With the cut hair and the broken blades she went to one of the honored weapon smiths of her home and requested the weapons be reforged. A new House would be made from the ashes of her old House. When asked what name should be put on the blades she committed herself to her new course and told the weapon smith to put her younger brothers name on the weapons. From then on their family House would be known as "House \*INFORMATION REDACTED\*" and she would ensure it was held in a place of Honor and Glory or she would die trying.

Only this proved hard than she had expected. Her connections and a ship got her so far, but she only knew that her brother was with Klingon intelligence, and nothing more. She needed more help than that. For a year and a half she hunted down Klingon Intelligence officers, torturing out information. She would get closer and closer, but still he remained just out of reach.

And then one day she got word that a member of the High Council wished to see her. Expecting to be put to death for killing so many intelligence officers she prepared herself, but instead she found an ally. The member of the High Council, the leader of House Mar'Ak knew where her brother was, and was willing to share the information with her if she was willing to use her skills to help him. With little choice she agreed and the two began to plan.

The plan, complex as it was, would involve her getting assigned to a Starfleet ship as a diplomat, to not only secure her own interests, her brother was undercover as a member of that wretched fleet, but would allow House Mar'Ak to gain some much needed clout within the Klingon Empire through it's connections with her.

It did not take much for her to get diplomatic papers and took very little to assure the Federation that a Klingon Ambassador would be needed to ensure that the Federation was not making new arrangments to stab the Klingons in the back. It was all done through a level of manipulation and skill, all needed to get her on a ship, any ship would do, but she just so happened to be stationed on one called the USS Augustus.

## PERSONALITY PROFILE

There were two things about Mairsa that defined her, or more accurately that she defined herself with. First and foremost was her pride. Though she was a member of a House with no standing and no name, she refused to allow that to affect her pride. Instead she has vowed to claim both of those things, by her own hand if need be. And secondly was her love of her family. Family was key to most Klingons, but for Mairsa it ran deeper than that. She had vowed to reclaim her family honor and she wanted all of her family to share in that honor. If a family member betrayed what she believed to be honorable, as Tvaun had done, then they have damaged her deeper than any other simply betrayal, as they have damaged her family.

Though most Klingons had long abandoned any religious beliefs Mairsa was a member of a unique order, though some would call it a cult, that engaged in a form of veneration of the honored dead. Those in the order believed that honored dead in Sto'Vo'Kor were capable of changing to outcome of certain battles in minor ways, weather it be ensuring one's own blade stayed sharp or breaking an enemy's blade. The practice was discouraged by the High Council, though not outright forbidden. For Mairsa this practice involved a daily prayer after her morning exercise routine, during which she would light a cone of blood incense and meditate until the cone burnt itself out.

Like many high ranking Klingons she knew Federation Standard and could be quite eloquent in speaking it, though she preferred her native Klingon for speaking to those who knew it. This was simply for ease of communication. When frustrated or upset she was known to speak only in Klingon and to curse a lot, she believed Klingon curse words sounded more powerful than Federation Standard ones.

## PHYSICAL PROFILE

With skin that was a rich chocolatey brown and deep blue eyes, most would have called Mairsa a beautiful creature.

Like any other Klingon, Mairsa shared the same distinctive feature on her forehead; the exoskeleton tricipital lobe that encased over her cranium. Her ridges extended from her brow over the top of her head, though his was covered by hair, down her spine, and formed a ridged pattern over her vulva.

Like all Klingons she possessed multiple redundancy in her organs. With twenty-three ribs, two livers, an eight-chambered heart, three lungs and even multiple stomachs. Though she remained quite lithe considering, she was still quite densely packed in terms of muscles and skeletal tissue, making her weigh more than most would expect.

Thanks to a tradition she started as first mate of the *IKS bIQyIn*, she had a number of tattoos. This tradition was simple. After a successful mission she would allow a number of the crew to challenge her to non-lethal combat. Should they be able to best her, or convince her to allow herself to be bested, she would take them to her bed and then once they made port again she would allow them to pick out her next tattoo. it became a humorous joke to make her get tattoos of human design. She obliged this tradition as it kept the men in fighting spirits and it kept her bed warm.