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Star Trek Hunter Episode 27: Sword of Destiny

The story of Croesus, king of Lydia, captured by Cyrus the Great of the Persian Empire, had Croesus tied to a pyre, in preparation for his execution, while his city, Sardis, was being sacked by Cyrus' soldiers. Croesus pointed out, to Cyrus, that Sardis was his city now, and the Persian army was sacking Cyrus' own city. Cyrus the Great spared Croesus' life.

-Will
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 27: The Sword of Destiny
Scene 20: chal


27.20
chal*​


“You know this planet is under a death sentence. Before my grandchildren grow old, a gamma burst will kill this forest and everything in it. Why are you fighting so hard to kill this planet before its time?” Davoga, the romulan forest manager, was pacing in the small one-room building that served as her office. The klingon guard, l’SaH was in a simple, rude cell in the back of the building.

“I’m not fighting,” l’SaH said.

“Your people are,” Davoga responded simply. “Tell me why.”

“I don’t think I know anymore.”

“That’s a very good answer,” said Captain Geordie LaForge. He was sitting by the door in one of the only two chairs the office afforded. “Don’t you think that’s a good answer, Davoga?”

Davoga turned her irritation toward her unwelcome guest. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be looking after your friend? That bark fellow?”

“Commander Barclay,” Geordie corrected. “He’s fine. He’s just faking it now. That romulan engineer has been spoiling him and he’s letting her do it. Honestly, I think he has a thing for her…”

“You humans, you act like you own everything…” Davoga groused.

“Well… we do…” LaForge teased.

“Even when the klingons are taking it all away from you.”

Geordie leaned his head back. “Just wait until we get our second wind, you’ll see…”

Davoga made a disgusted noise. She started to storm out, then paused, crept quietly toward LaForge and tapped him sharply on the forehead, startling him. “But you won’t, blind man!”

“Hey! That wasn’t nice!” Geordie called as Davoga slammed the door on her way out. l’SaH was laughing raucously.


“You know this is your fault,” Geordie said.

“I was not the cause of this war…”

“My eyes…”

“I had no idea you would be so delicate, human.”

“You know, wine and flowers work a lot better than hitting on me. Good food, laughter… gentleness…”

l’SaH looked about furtively. “There is erotic literature like what you speak of,” she said, quietly. “Gentle caresses, kissing…” her voice lowered. “Holding hands. Lots of eye contact…” She took a breath, shook her head. “It is very taboo. People don’t talk about it openly. They don’t like to admit to even fantasizing about it.”

“Sounds nice to me,” Geordie mused.

“I suppose we’ll have to hold off on the eye contact thing,” l’SaH said in a low voice.

“Well, we seem to be doing okay with the conversation thing,” Geordie replied.

“You can’t be serious, human,” said l’SaH. “You’ve never even seen me.”

“You know, these prosthetics are fairly rugged,” said Geordie, pointing at his eyes. “They’re designed to repair themselves.” He looked at l’SaH. “I like what I’ve seen so far.”

“You can see me? Wait… You tricked that romulan…”

Geordie was laughing. “Yes… Don’t tell her… I have yet to pay her back for that…”

l’SaH laughed again, then: “So you like what you see?”

“Well, my eyes haven’t completely repaired themselves. At the moment I see four of you and all of you are a little blurry,” Geordie laughed again. “But yeah, I think we can move on to wine and flowers…”

“It will have to be blood wine…”

“Blood wine’s not so bad,” Geordie mused, “once you get used to how salty the stuff is…”

“We klingons consider flowers to be a very romantic gift as well,” said l’SaH. “But you must be very careful with the flowers from my homeworld.”


“The flowers on Qo’noS are delicate?”


“They’re carnivorous.”




*chal (thlingn Hol - flowers)



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I enjoyed the latest updates! I enjoyed Geordi appearance!
My favorite scene so far. Gordi is great and the flirtation between l’SaH and him is wonderful. Simply loved the description of forbidden Klingon erotica...

Thanks for the kind words!! One of the fun things about writing the franchise characters is trying to capture each actor's unique voice and cadence in their dialogue.

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 27: The Sword of Destiny
Scene 21: jolpat


27.21
jolpat*​

Jennifer Hopper, the freshman flight specialist for the U.S.S. Hunter, was barely aware of being carried through a raging desert storm. Most of the storm was stinging driving sand sparking with massive amounts of static electricity. Sand devils marauded and thunder crashed as the sky grew dark first with sand, then with massive thunderclouds. The rain settled the sand but made progress even slower and more treacherous.

Through it all, the young flight specialist was only sporadically awakened by massive lightning bolts tearing through the sky. She occasionally glimpsed the malformed face of an enormous romulan under a heavy hood. Vaguely aware of straps buckled over his uniform - the buckles bruising her flesh as she was carried through the storm. Vaguely aware of entering first a large cavern, then being carried through several rooms almost at a run. As fast as this misshapen brute of a romulan could shuffle. Vaguely aware of crowding into a small chamber with too many other people.

There was no longer enough room for her to be carried - she could not stand but was leaning against the romulan’s chest. She had no idea how long he held her there against him. People crowded all around them. Her head rolled and bobbed as she fought to regain consciousness.


Then a roaring sound filled the small chamber and her body was shredded. Jennifer had never imagined such agony - every nerve being burned and separated - her entire body on fire from her toes to the top of her head. It felt as if her brain had been removed from her skull and teams of klingons and jem’hadar were playing rugby with it. She had no idea such detailed pain was possible. Even her hair was hurting. Not just the roots - every inch of her hair.

She tried to scream, but she had no lungs to fill with air, no mouth to form the sounds, no voice to scream with. Gradually, the pain increased and with it she could hear screaming all around her - her own screams tearing her throat as a million jackhammers pounded her on all sides. Jennifer grasped her head with both hands and groaned in agony - but she was definitely conscious. There was no other way she could feel so much pain.

The room was different, but the same. It was as if they had moved forward a few hundred years in time. The room was identical, but dilapidated, the walls stained from condensation. This room had not been maintained.


“Welcome to T’Khut, the sister planet of vulcan,” said Commander Napoleon Boles. “Please do not open the door. This room has been pressurized, but the atmosphere outside is toxic. Standby for transport.”

“You didn’t say anything about how painful this transporter would be,” Hopper said.

“My father is barely hanging on,” said Paul Appian. “He won’t last long. This was a dangerous procedure. This transporter has not been used to transport a living animal for more than 500 years.”

“I can understand why,” said Hopper. “That was torture.”

“Legend has it that this was the first known transporter,” said Centurion Javel. “But it took centuries for the vulcans to develop a transporter that would take them from the temple on Mt. Langon to this room on T’Khut. Something about the confluence of the storms there with the storms here.”

“Dr. Alstars explained it to me,” said Napoleon. “But it went right over my head. And I’m a smart man. I understand how transporters work. But not this thing. I’m not surprised they couldn’t figure out how it worked for a few hundred years. I’m not even sure Geoff really understands this thing.”

“I just hope the next part wor…”


Flight Specialist Jennifer Hopper was unable to complete her sentence as she, Commander Napoleon Boles, Centurion Javel, Commander Nikato, Paul Appian and his father, Premiere Messick of the Vulcan High Command in Exile, were beamed directly into the large surgery of the U.S.S. Hunter’s Medical Department.




*jolpat (thlingn Hol - transporter)


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Transporter that causes pain! That a new one.
I thought it was a fun idea that the first transporter ever invented would just be a screaming nightmare to use. And that it could only go from one particular location to another - because of some strange link between the two locations. Glad you enjoyed!

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 27: The Sword of Destiny
Scene 22: vIt


27.22
vIt*​


“I have to know the truth.”


Greta Leifsdottor’s porcelain skin was reddened, but not from the sun. She had covered herself thoroughly with a large, hooded white robe commonly used by the natives. Her skin was flushed just from the dry, blasting heat of the Forge. It was the only sign she would allow of her intense discomfort in this blazing inferno. She held up the Sword of QeyliS. “I feel it singing in my blood. I feel it calling me to destiny. I feel it telling me to lead our people to greatness.”


In a cavern near the summit of Mt. Langon was one of the holiest of all vulcan sanctuaries. Only two non-vulcans had come close to completing the Kolinahr ritual. One was half-vulcan – the famous Ambassador Spock. The other was seated on the cavern floor before Greta. He was also wearing a voluminous white robe and hood. Only his hands betrayed his race and his age. His pungent musk filled the cavern. The aging klingon allowed the silence to build. Greta was a strong person, not given to self-doubt. She had said what she had come to say and was awaiting an answer.


Worf waited a full five minutes, looking down, thinking. He stood up, removed the hood, revealing his face and looked Chancellor Greta in the eye. She towered over him. His words had a slow, emphatic cadence. “This is not greatness.”


“I cannot give every order by this sword,” said Greta.

“You do not seem to be able to give any orders at all!” Worf observed. “Why are you wandering around in the desert on Vulcan seeking visions while your warriors are killing and dying on a hundred battlefields scattered throughout the Alpha Quadrant?”

“I need to know, and you are the only one who can tell me, is this the true Sword of QeyliS?” Greta handed the sword to Worf.

“If you are able to hand it to me, either this is not the real sword, or you are the only person strong enough to carry it,” said Worf.


It seemed to take several minutes for Greta to hand the sword to Worf – and for him to take it. She stepped back.


“Yes. I remember this. I can feel its song in my heart, calling me to lead our people. But I was not worthy of it. Battle has made its call far, far stronger than when I held it last. It still calls to me, but it is not for me. You must take it from me, Chancellor. Even with all the training I have received here – to master my passions – I do not have the strength to hand it back to you.”


Greta stepped forward and took the sword from Worf. She had to jerk it hard to remove it from Worf’s grasp - he would not let go. He snarled and growled deep in his throat – only for a moment. Once he was no longer touching the sword, he stopped, took a deep breath, then pulled the white hood back over his head, concealing his face. She could only see his dark eyes glinting in reflected light.


“That is the true Sword of QeyliS. You are the heir and the one destined to carry it. You must lead our people to greatness. But to do that, first you must actually lead our people! Leadership is not about giving orders. It is about vision. What makes our people great is victory. This war, it is against our allies. There can be no honor. There can be no victory.”

“Victory over what?” asked Greta.

“Do you not know already?” asked Worf. “We, our friends, our allies, even the romulans – especially the romulans – we all face the same enemy. Not an intelligent enemy but a brute force of nature. That enemy will kill all of our people. That is what you must lead our people to victory against…”




*vIt – (thlingn Hol – The Truth)


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“Do you not know already?” asked Worf. “We, our friends, our allies, even the romulans – especially the romulans – we all face the same enemy. Not an intelligent enemy but a brute force of nature. That enemy will kill all of our people. That is what you must lead our people to victory against…”
Ha ha ha. How funny (funny curious, not humor).

My last writing in the 8th episode of The Vulcan had me creating a Klingon story, to which I alluded, but did not actually tell.

Please pardon the distraction, rbs.

A bar fight from my own story (I believe rbs has already read the bar fight scene):
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S'Talla lets go of her two Klingon captives, casually blocks a punch from one and sits him down in a chair turned out from the table behind him. She does not need to tell the other one to take a seat too. The three Vulcans walk out. There are four other patrons of the bar laying under tables or just sitting up shaking their heads.

The Octilian retrieves his weapon and says to to the Klingons standing from their chairs, "You are Klingon and you just give up because one Vulcan woman got the better of you? Where is that famous Klingon honor?"

One of the Klingons answers, "You don't see us challenging an active volcano to single combat. There is no dishonor to losing to a force of nature."

The other Klingon adds, "There is no honor in failing to understand the futility of trying."
...

This comes from a Klingon parable about a great Klingon warrior, the greatest in his village: He had defended the village against many bands of marauders. However, when an active volcano threatened to destroy the village, it was the oldest and weakest Klingon who argued that they must abandon their village, against the great warrior's insistence that he would continue to defend the village and there was no need for them to abandon their fruitful lives in the valley.

When the volcano gave a mighty puff, after many rumblings, the villagers decided to follow the old man while the great warrior vowed to stay and fight. He would show them what true courage was and that they were wrong to abandon their faith in him.

Alone, with only his armor and two handed kur'leth, the warrior stood his ground against the rolling wall of lava flowing down from the mountain.

It was the weak old man who was the village hero that day. The warrior died without the honor he sought so desperately.

There were probably some accusations of cowardice, and, "You would have our people run away, with no honor, old man?"

Amazing parallel here.

-Will
 
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I guess we're nearing the end.

Very soon now. I'm about to open the final episode... I'll probably do that this weekend...

One of the Klingons answers, "You don't see us challenging an active volcano to single combat. There is no dishonor to losing to a force of nature."

I had been holding Worf in the wings for just this scene. I introduced his philosophy at the beginning of this episode (Old warriors do not sleep well...) and introduced him briefly in 27.16 to place him at Mt. Langon for this meeting with Chancellor Greta. No one can speak truth to power like Worf...

Thanks!! rbs
 
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Star Trek Hunter
Episode 27: The Sword of Destiny
Scene 23: Su


27.23
Su’*​


Despite scattered victories and with the exceptions of the stalemates on and in orbit of Vulcan and Saketh, Star Fleet and the Romulan Star Navy were losing this war. Klingon forces were now entrenched on more than 30 planets within the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire. Wherever klingon ships attacked, Star Fleet and the Romulan Star Navy were forced to retreat.


And then the fighting just stopped. Weapon systems would not respond. Klingon ground forces stopped advancing. With phasers and disruptors suddenly inoperable, Star Fleet and Romulan ground forces retreated.


Every viewscreen in the Alpha Quadrant suddenly went blank. Every tricorder screen went blank. Every reader went blank. All holographic systems went down. On planets where pre-warp populations had developed television and radio but were not yet aware of the vast number of advanced civilizations all around them - those primitive television and computer screens, monitors and cell phones went blank. Screens that did not have power suddenly activated - even if they were not connected to a power source.


Then on each screen, in homes, theaters, offices, ships, and on public billboards, using the language of the people looking at them, were displayed the following words. These same words were spoken throughout the Alpha Quadrant on sophisticated comm systems, wire networks and primitive radio receivers alike:


“PLEASE STAND BY FOR THE FOLLOWING IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT”



*Su’ – (thlingn Hol – Stand By)


27 – The Sword of Destiny


This is the final scene for Episode 27.

The Star Trek Hunter series will conclude with Episode 28: The Covenant.
 
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