"A Taste of Power"

[Guest TroNoQ]

For thirty seconds, victory was sweet.

 

Tro'NoQ nearly wept with the poignancy of his swift rise to power. One moment he was the unrespected, unfeared qrazy qel in the MRF. The next... Grand HoD Tro'NoQ was a beautiful sound. He was riding on a high from it, and glory was his...

 

... until K'walus decided to interfere. Tro'NoQ did have to say... considering she was a woman, she was a damned forbidable fighter. He might never have acquiesced to her rediculous demands of surrender, but... he didn't want to have an argument that he was going to lose in front of Bch.

 

He sighed, looking longingly at the command chair. At least K'walus couldn't have it either, since it was guarded by Thing. Though he knew better, Tro liked to think that Thing was safeguarding it for him... but deep down, he knew that he was not The One.

 

From qel to Grand HoD, and then down to... what was he? X.O., now?

 

A sigh escaped him, and in spite of himself, he started scheming. The taste of power was seductive, and someday, he planned to have another.