The Klingon and The Augment - Roomies!

[general_chang]

 Chang's first action when getting his room assigned was to visit Khan. Matter accomplished, he took to decorating. 

Naturally, this decoration took the form of his own people. It was important to Chang that, after a long day putting up with the Federation population, he could retire to a place that was a harbour from the enforced cultural bleaching that accompanied humanity wherever it went. 

So his nationalistic form of decorating had nothing to do with Khan and everything to do with Chang. He'd even been so generous as to leave Khan's section (also known as the section that Chang didn't prefer - you get locked up in the Brig, you lose, Khan) more or less untouched in his absence.

The Sword of Kahless, his most prized possession, was displayed above his bed, a red light serving as a highlight (and a forcefield - he didn't exactly trust Khan not to swipe it off the wall and he hadn't earned such an honour). That is, if you could call what he had a bed. Pulling off the mattress wasn't really sufficient, but Chang had replaced it with some kind of anti-grav trolley that he must have pulled from the corner of some cargo bay that was little more than junk. The spare bedding had ended up on Khan's section - he might have some use for it.

Other than that, the lighting in Chang's section was dull with the odd red overtones and even some of the consoles had changed to fit in. It still had the overall Federation style - that took time to wash out - but Chang was making significant progress. 

Right now, Chang was reading a PADD intently, sitting on his bed, with a good view of space outside. He wasn't really interested on what was happening otherwise, only his warrior's instinct making sure he was alert.

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[general_chang]

Well, it was all a matter of perspective. If Khan was stuck in prison before he got here, no doubt he would be chirpy as a new bird. As it was, Chang saw no reason why he couldn't guilt every Starfleet officer he came across in the name of cultural diversity.

Chang knew, if only thanks to the Klingon Intelligence agents that infused Starfleet at the time. But that wasn't the kind of information to be shared unprompted.

He snorted at the holodeck being accomodating. "Fighting lights and force fields is for children and the loners. They have no spirit."

[savagemind]

"And the few crew who would be willing to fight lack savagery," Khan counters. They wouldn't hold up to his strength anyway, and he doubts he'd be permitted to spar with them even if they did. The holodeck constructs, while they lacked the inherent creativity of real opponents, were capable of being altered to suit his superior strength.

Khan turned to face Chang, eyes lingering on the sword mounted above the bed, before coming to rest on the Klingon. "As I'm sure you're aware."

[general_chang]

"They have lost sight of who they've been," he replied, thoughtfully. He wasn't talking of the likes of Khan, but their older relatives still. It was a pity to compare them both. "You are familiar with... the Aztecs?"

[savagemind]

"Academically," Khan replied, raising an eyebrow. He possessed a passing familiarity with pretty much every martial culture on the planet - a thorough education on the ways of war, taught by people who had no idea what they were creating. "A former empire in the Americas, built on ritualistic warfare."

[general_chang]

Human and their dry academic books. "That is how you lose your passion," he said. "Obsess over the details and forget the heart. I knew of these people, of their goddess. Coyolxauhqui."

He smiled, out of genuine fondness. "She understood."

[savagemind]

"Their goddess understood you." Khan doesn't bother to hide the faint note of disbelief in his voice. Really. That a Klingon should be so interested - or speak so fondly of an ancient human deity was... odd, to say the least. If he was looking for warriors, there were pantheons full of them.

[general_chang]

He rose his hands in a shrug. "Do you not grant this... 'title' on wondrous women in your culture?" he asked. "She liked it."

Klingons were theists, technically, they'd just killed their gods. And while Coyo was indeed as troublesome as the Gods of Old undoubtedly were, she wasn't Chang's goddess, so not Chang's problem.