Matok entered Freeport 6 from the airlock after leaving his command ship. He was all smiles. Unfortunately for him, word of his nuptial had reached the base before he did. He would walk into the Deadbeat to a small gathering of his friends. One of them, a senior officer of his, questioned him.
"Is it true, Commander, that you married a......human," he asked with a hint of disgust.
"It is," Matok grinned. As he explained, he indicated with his finger where the mark was on her, "She now wears my mark from the shoulder, just over the top of her right breast to just before the sternum. That does not include the bruising from my grip."
"And she survived?" he asked, impressed.
"Mmhmm," replied Matok, "she even refused pain killers and proper medical afterward." He then drew his dag'tagh and held it for viewing. It still had her blood on it which he licked clean.
The senior officer smirked and gave a laugh, "Well, if she survived it then she must be a warrior."
Matok then removed his robes to reveal the bite marks and wounds inflicted by Fyre, all of which were still fresh and damp with his blood.
"She is a warrior!" one declared. "Maj'QA!" he yelled.
"So when do we get to see this warrior?" the senior officer asked.
"Soon. She is collecting her belongings to move here. I will wait here for her arrival," Matok explained. "For now, drinks are on me all day to all who enter!"
There was loud cheering from his own and the patrons visiting as the celebration began.