Wow. Dang...those are some fireworks between the two! I'd say neither of them comes off looking good in that...but that's just my personal opinion.
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A very powerful installment. Worf, Martok, and Alexander was an especially strong scene. Martok, a basically honorable and decent individual slowly being sucked into the corruption. I'm also glad that you used the scene Ezri and Worf on DS9. Really, since TNG, there has been a tendency in Trek to overly romanticize the Klingons as we see not just in Worf's character, but also in Jadzia, Kurn, and others. Not only did that scene help to differentiate Ezri Dax from Jadzia Dax, it also gave us a much needed "outsider's" perspective on the Klingons.
As regards Hobson, Data, and Picard...I deal quite a bit with Hobson's feelings towards Data in "Ties that Bind" and the reasons for his dislike of both individuals. Hobson is a professional--he'll work with them and he'll treat them with the courtesy and respect that is their due--but he does not like either one of them.
As regards Hobson, Data, and Picard...I deal quite a bit with Hobson's feelings towards Data in "Ties that Bind" and the reasons for his dislike of both individuals. Hobson is a professional--he'll work with them and he'll treat them with the courtesy and respect that is their due--but he does not like either one of them.
Thank you for your continued support on this story, everyone!
CHAPTER 30
Supplemental
USS Independence, MainBridge
At the Gorn Hegemony Border
“Captain Aurelia,” called Lieutenant Faltyne from an aft station.
She joined him and Kimula, “Whatcha got?”
“It’s confirmed,” explained Soma, “we’ve hacked into an encrypted section of the database. The Hacharans recorded physiometric data from the mummies. They’re Gorn.”
Aurelia stood straight, “Alright. That’s what we needed. Open a channel.”
“You’re on.”
“This is Captain…well, by now, you know who I am. I have new data…”
The ships began to move on the screen. She looked to the male Andorian for a report.
He said, “They’re moving off, Captain.”
“It looks like they’ve lost interest in us,” observed Kimula.
Sintina returned to the center of the room. “Oh hell, no. Don’t you turn your backs on me,” she warned. “Charge phasers. I want a warning shot across their bow.”
The order took Jonin by surprise, “Captain?”
The Latina captain looked back with a fire, “Do it or I’ll do it for you.”
Faltyne decided not to press the issue, “Aye, ma’am. Firing.” He scanned his station, “They’re coming back around…and targeting us.”
The captain crossed her arms, content. “That’s more like it.” Calmly, she strode a few steps, “Gorn vessel captain, as I was saying. I have new information you may be interested in. I know how important your culture values its dead and its history.” She made eye contact with Kimula, “Send the data.” She continued, “I’m sending information concerning both. I await your reply.”
The bridge was quiet for several moments.
Just when Aurelia was ready to prod them again, Soma reported, “Incoming message.”
Sintina smiled wide, “On screen.”
A yellow-eyed Gorn with dark green hide appeared on the screen. Its snout shifted as it saw the human female. “I am Muk. Masster of thiss vessel. Where did you get thiss information?”
“As I said,” she responded, “from the database of a planet in a neighboring star system. They are currently being attacked by the Klingons.” She added the next sentence with purpose, “The Klingons are desecrating your dead and your history.”
“Thiss sship was lost to us centuries ago,” said Muk. “And if Gorn sset foot on that planet and rest there, we have a claim on it.”
Sintina cursed herself for her short sightedness. She attempted to recover, “These Hacharans are formidable. You would not want to subjugate them. The Klingons are making that mistake now.”
Muk smiled, at least it might have been a smile. “You need not fear for the Hacharanss. Know that our government has been looking for an excusse to challenge the Klingonss’ claim on a planet so close to our sspace. Now we have one.” The channel closed.
Bewilderment covered the bridge. Kimula was the first to vocalize it, “Did we just help or hurt the Hacharans?”
Captain Aurelia replied honestly, “I’m not sure.”
*****
Supplemental
Do’hachar Submersible One
Near the PortCity of Jato, Go’hachar
Lord Nilu was transfixed to the digital display. The readout changed. It was time. He made eye contact with his commander. “Begin the operation.”
The naval officer ordered, “Equalize the pressure and open the dorsal tubes.”
He received a confirmation from a subordinate and informed his lord, “At your command.”
The young aristocrat thought briefly of the irony. A Do’hachar attack sub launching missiles on a Go’hachar city…this time, at their own request. There would be Go’hachar casualties. He wasn’t sure what to think when the idea gave him pause. Somberly, he said, “Launch.”
*****
Supplemental
Near the PortCity of Jato, Go’hachar
Fu’puk II
The axils several armored vehicles hummed with anticipation of combat. A mismatch of military and civilian ground transports sped to the city. Senior Guardian Pasho knew the aliens would react quickly. He had to have his troops enter Jato just after the bombs hit. The real challenge would be holding the city once the Klingons regrouped. In the still dark dawn, he saw multiple lights arc up from the ocean.
*****
Supplemental
IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The task of installing the invasive program had become old hat. Windslow could do it in his sleep; which was a good thing considering he was going on 40 hours without it.
“How many more levels of security?” asked Carrick in Klingon garb.
Ethan blinked his eyes in an effort to un-blur the characters on the screen. “Just one. It’ll be about five minutes until I can install the program.”
“Do not become complacent now,” warned Kojo, “The mission is not over yet.”
Bin Nadal was a few meters away, keeping watch. He informed his team, “naDev tlhlnganpu’ tu’lu’”
The away team had heard the sentence before. They began to do more than simply loiter and took up a non-conspicuous perimeter around the engineer.
The footfalls became louder on the metal, grated deck.
A small, female Klingon rounded the corner. She was immediately startled to see the others, “bI’Iv”
Kojo flawlessly replied, “jonwI’ tI’ De’wI’”
The Klingon was obviously not convinced. She countered, “I’m the chief engineer on this ship, Sogh Yaava. I would have been informed about any repairs to the computer.” She took a few slow steps backward. She repeated, “bI’Iv”
Everyone saw the caution in Yaava’s face. Kojo realized she was inching toward the intercom panel. The Destrier captain came to a conclusion.
Nandali rushed the Klingon engineer.
Yaava had a split second of reaction time. She lunged for the activation button. It was depressed for only a moment before Kojo tackled her. It was enough, however, for her to relay to the bridge, “’urwI’” – traitors!
With a single furious jab that slammed her head into the grating, the Kriosian rendered the Klingon engineer unconscious.
Kojo got up, “We no longer have the luxury of time.”
END OF CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 30
Supplemental
USS Independence, MainBridge
At the Gorn Hegemony Border
“Captain Aurelia,” called Lieutenant Faltyne from an aft station.
She joined him and Kimula, “Whatcha got?”
“It’s confirmed,” explained Soma, “we’ve hacked into an encrypted section of the database. The Hacharans recorded physiometric data from the mummies. They’re Gorn.”
Aurelia stood straight, “Alright. That’s what we needed. Open a channel.”
“You’re on.”
“This is Captain…well, by now, you know who I am. I have new data…”
The ships began to move on the screen. She looked to the male Andorian for a report.
He said, “They’re moving off, Captain.”
“It looks like they’ve lost interest in us,” observed Kimula.
Sintina returned to the center of the room. “Oh hell, no. Don’t you turn your backs on me,” she warned. “Charge phasers. I want a warning shot across their bow.”
The order took Jonin by surprise, “Captain?”
The Latina captain looked back with a fire, “Do it or I’ll do it for you.”
Faltyne decided not to press the issue, “Aye, ma’am. Firing.” He scanned his station, “They’re coming back around…and targeting us.”
The captain crossed her arms, content. “That’s more like it.” Calmly, she strode a few steps, “Gorn vessel captain, as I was saying. I have new information you may be interested in. I know how important your culture values its dead and its history.” She made eye contact with Kimula, “Send the data.” She continued, “I’m sending information concerning both. I await your reply.”
The bridge was quiet for several moments.
Just when Aurelia was ready to prod them again, Soma reported, “Incoming message.”
Sintina smiled wide, “On screen.”
A yellow-eyed Gorn with dark green hide appeared on the screen. Its snout shifted as it saw the human female. “I am Muk. Masster of thiss vessel. Where did you get thiss information?”
“As I said,” she responded, “from the database of a planet in a neighboring star system. They are currently being attacked by the Klingons.” She added the next sentence with purpose, “The Klingons are desecrating your dead and your history.”
“Thiss sship was lost to us centuries ago,” said Muk. “And if Gorn sset foot on that planet and rest there, we have a claim on it.”
Sintina cursed herself for her short sightedness. She attempted to recover, “These Hacharans are formidable. You would not want to subjugate them. The Klingons are making that mistake now.”
Muk smiled, at least it might have been a smile. “You need not fear for the Hacharanss. Know that our government has been looking for an excusse to challenge the Klingonss’ claim on a planet so close to our sspace. Now we have one.” The channel closed.
Bewilderment covered the bridge. Kimula was the first to vocalize it, “Did we just help or hurt the Hacharans?”
Captain Aurelia replied honestly, “I’m not sure.”
*****
Supplemental
Do’hachar Submersible One
Near the PortCity of Jato, Go’hachar
Lord Nilu was transfixed to the digital display. The readout changed. It was time. He made eye contact with his commander. “Begin the operation.”
The naval officer ordered, “Equalize the pressure and open the dorsal tubes.”
He received a confirmation from a subordinate and informed his lord, “At your command.”
The young aristocrat thought briefly of the irony. A Do’hachar attack sub launching missiles on a Go’hachar city…this time, at their own request. There would be Go’hachar casualties. He wasn’t sure what to think when the idea gave him pause. Somberly, he said, “Launch.”
*****
Supplemental
Near the PortCity of Jato, Go’hachar
Fu’puk II
The axils several armored vehicles hummed with anticipation of combat. A mismatch of military and civilian ground transports sped to the city. Senior Guardian Pasho knew the aliens would react quickly. He had to have his troops enter Jato just after the bombs hit. The real challenge would be holding the city once the Klingons regrouped. In the still dark dawn, he saw multiple lights arc up from the ocean.
*****
Supplemental
IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The task of installing the invasive program had become old hat. Windslow could do it in his sleep; which was a good thing considering he was going on 40 hours without it.
“How many more levels of security?” asked Carrick in Klingon garb.
Ethan blinked his eyes in an effort to un-blur the characters on the screen. “Just one. It’ll be about five minutes until I can install the program.”
“Do not become complacent now,” warned Kojo, “The mission is not over yet.”
Bin Nadal was a few meters away, keeping watch. He informed his team, “naDev tlhlnganpu’ tu’lu’”
The away team had heard the sentence before. They began to do more than simply loiter and took up a non-conspicuous perimeter around the engineer.
The footfalls became louder on the metal, grated deck.
A small, female Klingon rounded the corner. She was immediately startled to see the others, “bI’Iv”
Kojo flawlessly replied, “jonwI’ tI’ De’wI’”
The Klingon was obviously not convinced. She countered, “I’m the chief engineer on this ship, Sogh Yaava. I would have been informed about any repairs to the computer.” She took a few slow steps backward. She repeated, “bI’Iv”
Everyone saw the caution in Yaava’s face. Kojo realized she was inching toward the intercom panel. The Destrier captain came to a conclusion.
Nandali rushed the Klingon engineer.
Yaava had a split second of reaction time. She lunged for the activation button. It was depressed for only a moment before Kojo tackled her. It was enough, however, for her to relay to the bridge, “’urwI’” – traitors!
With a single furious jab that slammed her head into the grating, the Kriosian rendered the Klingon engineer unconscious.
Kojo got up, “We no longer have the luxury of time.”
END OF CHAPTER 30
Whoa! Major cliff-hanger with nukes heading toward Jato and the cover blown for Kojo's team!
You've really shoved the tension level into overdrive - I love it!
You've really shoved the tension level into overdrive - I love it!
Now we finally see the delicacies of Aurelia's diplomatic skills. If they don't want to talk, try some phaser fire.
A great segment and my only, rare concern would be that the Gorn were just a little bit too easy to convince.
As for the infiltration team, it looks as if the game's up. What's their next move? It'll better be made quickly.
A great segment and my only, rare concern would be that the Gorn were just a little bit too easy to convince.
As for the infiltration team, it looks as if the game's up. What's their next move? It'll better be made quickly.
Understandable. In hindsight, I should have put more in about Gorn/Klingon relations earlier in the story. A few scenes explaining how uneasy the Gorn were about the annexation so close to their borders, but this bit of knowledge pushed them over the edge. Also, going into Gorn culture a bit more and how much they cherish their dead and history.
So, I see where you are coming from. Perhaps, it'd be worth adding that before I send it to be up at the United Trek website.
Oh, yeah… things just keep unraveling here. The poor Hacharans, having to target their own cities in order to strike a blow against the Klingons. 
And ultimately, even if the Gorn become involved, will that be any better than living beneath the Klingons’ boot for the average Hacharan? The big lizards aren’t exactly famous for their hands-off approach to diplomacy.
But… then neither is Auralia.
And ultimately, even if the Gorn become involved, will that be any better than living beneath the Klingons’ boot for the average Hacharan? The big lizards aren’t exactly famous for their hands-off approach to diplomacy.
But… then neither is Auralia.
CHAPTER 31
Supplemental
IKS Jev’Iw, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
A tactical officer called out, “Seng ja’Sogh Yaava”
First Officer J’pak moved to the station in the dimly lit command center. “ja’HoD Ch’Pogh,” he said once reviewing the display. The young warrior strode to the captain’s chambers adjacent the bridge.
J’pak saluted before beginning, “Yaava reports trouble. The call came from the lower engineering section.”
“The fools allowed themselves to get discovered!” he spat.
The comment perplexed the first officer, “HoD”
Captain Ch’Pogh didn’t elaborate. Instead he ordered, “Take warriors, isolate that section! I will be there shortly.”
Though still confused, J’pak nodded, “jlyaj” and exited.
*****
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USS Perseus, Captain’s Ready Room
En Route to Rally Point
After offering his guests a drink and a seat near the forward looking windows, the russet-haired Hobson joined them and began, “What do you think Martok will do now?”
The former Ambassador Worf sipped his prune juice and sighed, “He cannot withdraw from that planet without losing supporters in the Council. There are many Houses that resent a commoner coming to power. They will exploit any weakness he shows.”
Alexander chimed in, “I’m sorry I put you in that position, father.”
Worf glanced at Hobson and then back at his son, “It can be discussed later.” He addressed the captain, “What is your next course of action, sir?” Strictly speaking, he didn’t have to add the title. However, for Worf, it wasn’t an option.
The Iceman placed his coffee on a table, “I need to pick up my helmsman near the Fu’puk System. There, we’ll rendezvous with the Independence and the Destrier. After that, the Perseus is scheduled to dock with Starbase 90. Where you go from there is your decision.”
“So all this was for nothing,” grimly commented Alexander.
Hobson offered without explanation, “There’s still hope for the Hacharans.”
*****
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USS Independence, MainBridge
En Route to the Rally Point
“Captain,” started the male Andorian from tactical, “I’m reading multiple contacts at high warp on a parallel trajectory.”
Sintina spun her chair around, “Put your display on the main viewer.” She turned back to see a tactical view of space for one-twentieth of a light year. The Independence, represented by a Starfleet emblem, was traveling at warp five. Point zero-three seven light years away, a fleet of eight Gorn vessels of various configurations were passing them. She asked, already knowing the answer, “What’s their course?”
Faltyne responded, “The Hacharan’s system.”
Aurelia nearly mumbled, “They don’t waste any time, do they?”
One of Weston’s blue eyes found Sintina, “Sir…Ma’am, I’m sorry for bring this up, but…shouldn’t we warn the Klingons?”
She crossed her legs and said, “Warn them of what, Ensign?”
“Well…the Gorn, ma’am.”
She knew he wasn’t the only one that was dubious about these events. Hell, she was before she made her advocate mission personal. But now things had been set in motion and there was nothing to do but sit back and watch. Her aloofness to the situation, now, resumed somewhat. “Nope. Our role in this is over.”
*****
Supplemental
Just outside of Jato
Go’hachar
They were just outside the blast zone. The city grew near. Several small suns lit up the horizon. Pasho covered his eyes from the blasts. Next he felt the ground shake from the impacts. With any luck, Nilu’s sub would be heading into deeper water and avoid getting targeted from orbit. Now, it was his turn. He radioed, “Guardians, we punch through any remaining defenses. Don’t stop until we reach the center of the city. From there take up a perimeter and widen it, just as planned.”
His caravan found a main street that went into the heart of the city. Soon, a Klingon checkpoint could be seen. They were stationed behind a make shift barricade. The small compliment of aliens had their energy weapons at the ready.
Pasho’s armored transport was the third in the convoy. Green disruptor blasts pelted the led vehicle. Luckily, either by intent or in death, the driver swerved out of the way before it exploded.
The transports had no intension of slowing. They raced toward the checkpoint at top speed. The second vehicle, more of a tank, opened up an onslaught of projectile fire. Several of the aliens were mowed down by the automatic weapon.
They were very close now to the Klingon barricade. Pasho wasn’t worried about the obstacle itself. Any of his military transports could demolish it at these speeds.
Suddenly, the led tank was lifted up high into the air with a massive explosion. The Senior Guardian could see the heavy vehicle’s undercarriage as his own passed underneath it. The hulk landed with a mighty crash just behind his transport. It rolled several times and took out at least one more vehicle. Others were able to go around the remains.
Before he realized it, his armored carrier bashed through the barricade. Amazingly, the surviving Klingons didn’t move. Two were crushed under the large, reinforced wheels.
He looked back to see the other members of his convoy penetrate the checkpoint. The aliens never stopped shooting their hand weapons. Another invader’s bones shattered as a vehicle slammed into him.
Pasho had enough experience to not be overly excited about this successful first step. The hard part was yet to come.
END OF CHAPTER 31
Supplemental
IKS Jev’Iw, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
A tactical officer called out, “Seng ja’Sogh Yaava”
First Officer J’pak moved to the station in the dimly lit command center. “ja’HoD Ch’Pogh,” he said once reviewing the display. The young warrior strode to the captain’s chambers adjacent the bridge.
J’pak saluted before beginning, “Yaava reports trouble. The call came from the lower engineering section.”
“The fools allowed themselves to get discovered!” he spat.
The comment perplexed the first officer, “HoD”
Captain Ch’Pogh didn’t elaborate. Instead he ordered, “Take warriors, isolate that section! I will be there shortly.”
Though still confused, J’pak nodded, “jlyaj” and exited.
*****
Supplemental
USS Perseus, Captain’s Ready Room
En Route to Rally Point
After offering his guests a drink and a seat near the forward looking windows, the russet-haired Hobson joined them and began, “What do you think Martok will do now?”
The former Ambassador Worf sipped his prune juice and sighed, “He cannot withdraw from that planet without losing supporters in the Council. There are many Houses that resent a commoner coming to power. They will exploit any weakness he shows.”
Alexander chimed in, “I’m sorry I put you in that position, father.”
Worf glanced at Hobson and then back at his son, “It can be discussed later.” He addressed the captain, “What is your next course of action, sir?” Strictly speaking, he didn’t have to add the title. However, for Worf, it wasn’t an option.
The Iceman placed his coffee on a table, “I need to pick up my helmsman near the Fu’puk System. There, we’ll rendezvous with the Independence and the Destrier. After that, the Perseus is scheduled to dock with Starbase 90. Where you go from there is your decision.”
“So all this was for nothing,” grimly commented Alexander.
Hobson offered without explanation, “There’s still hope for the Hacharans.”
*****
Supplemental
USS Independence, MainBridge
En Route to the Rally Point
“Captain,” started the male Andorian from tactical, “I’m reading multiple contacts at high warp on a parallel trajectory.”
Sintina spun her chair around, “Put your display on the main viewer.” She turned back to see a tactical view of space for one-twentieth of a light year. The Independence, represented by a Starfleet emblem, was traveling at warp five. Point zero-three seven light years away, a fleet of eight Gorn vessels of various configurations were passing them. She asked, already knowing the answer, “What’s their course?”
Faltyne responded, “The Hacharan’s system.”
Aurelia nearly mumbled, “They don’t waste any time, do they?”
One of Weston’s blue eyes found Sintina, “Sir…Ma’am, I’m sorry for bring this up, but…shouldn’t we warn the Klingons?”
She crossed her legs and said, “Warn them of what, Ensign?”
“Well…the Gorn, ma’am.”
She knew he wasn’t the only one that was dubious about these events. Hell, she was before she made her advocate mission personal. But now things had been set in motion and there was nothing to do but sit back and watch. Her aloofness to the situation, now, resumed somewhat. “Nope. Our role in this is over.”
*****
Supplemental
Just outside of Jato
Go’hachar
They were just outside the blast zone. The city grew near. Several small suns lit up the horizon. Pasho covered his eyes from the blasts. Next he felt the ground shake from the impacts. With any luck, Nilu’s sub would be heading into deeper water and avoid getting targeted from orbit. Now, it was his turn. He radioed, “Guardians, we punch through any remaining defenses. Don’t stop until we reach the center of the city. From there take up a perimeter and widen it, just as planned.”
His caravan found a main street that went into the heart of the city. Soon, a Klingon checkpoint could be seen. They were stationed behind a make shift barricade. The small compliment of aliens had their energy weapons at the ready.
Pasho’s armored transport was the third in the convoy. Green disruptor blasts pelted the led vehicle. Luckily, either by intent or in death, the driver swerved out of the way before it exploded.
The transports had no intension of slowing. They raced toward the checkpoint at top speed. The second vehicle, more of a tank, opened up an onslaught of projectile fire. Several of the aliens were mowed down by the automatic weapon.
They were very close now to the Klingon barricade. Pasho wasn’t worried about the obstacle itself. Any of his military transports could demolish it at these speeds.
Suddenly, the led tank was lifted up high into the air with a massive explosion. The Senior Guardian could see the heavy vehicle’s undercarriage as his own passed underneath it. The hulk landed with a mighty crash just behind his transport. It rolled several times and took out at least one more vehicle. Others were able to go around the remains.
Before he realized it, his armored carrier bashed through the barricade. Amazingly, the surviving Klingons didn’t move. Two were crushed under the large, reinforced wheels.
He looked back to see the other members of his convoy penetrate the checkpoint. The aliens never stopped shooting their hand weapons. Another invader’s bones shattered as a vehicle slammed into him.
Pasho had enough experience to not be overly excited about this successful first step. The hard part was yet to come.
END OF CHAPTER 31
Looks like we're about to approach an explosive climax. The lizards are coming, Bin Nadal and his commandoes are trapped, and Alexander and Worf have reached a crossroads in their lives.
Good stuff!
Good stuff!
What a great segment! The Gorn are on the move, the Hacharans are fighting back, and Bin Nadal and his group are about to go toe-to-toe with the Klingons. Whoo-hoo!
Wow, VERY tense...man, Aurelia's stirred up one heck of a hornet's nest when it comes to the Gorn. Let's hope she knows something about THEIR behavior versus that of the Klingons.
It would be very interesting, for instance, if the Hacharans ended up allying with the Gorn somehow instead of going the cliched "Federation protectorate" route, and actually benefitted from it...
It would be very interesting, for instance, if the Hacharans ended up allying with the Gorn somehow instead of going the cliched "Federation protectorate" route, and actually benefitted from it...
Thanks for the comments, everyone. We've got about 3 more chapters to go.
CHATPER 32
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IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
In a dimly lit corridor, Lieutenant Commander Windslow worked franticly to begin the installation process. Any fatigue he felt by the marathon of subterfuge had thoroughly disappeared.
Yaava had been rendered harmless by a hypospray and was placed along the bulkhead. She’d be out for hours.
The rest of the team watched for the inevitable arrival of Klingon warriors. All stood with weapons ready. It wouldn’t be long until…
From a perpendicular corridor, a bolt of green energy hit the bulkhead near Yitzhak. The wall over his shoulder sparked from the impact. He instinctively ducked and returned fire.
Kojo forced herself to remain at her position. She was covering another adjoining hallway. Her turn to be fired at would come soon. There would be no escape. She could call Westin on the shuttle – assuming he hadn’t been discovered – but the job wasn’t done yet. Carrick joined her. The Independence first officer supported Shalev. Down the corridor, she saw Klingons taking up covering positions. She fired.
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IKS Kang, Fleet Commander’s Quarters
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The dark-skinned Klingon captain, H’ta, reported, “General, the Hacharans are launching an attack on our planet-side headquarters.” He added with hatred and embarrassment, “Over 3,000 Klingons were killed in the initial bombardment.”
K’Vada did not yell. He did not pound the desk. He looked from under his brow and stated in the most serious tone, “Redeploy the ship. Temporarily recall the warriors in that city. Then target it with photons. I want that place to be a grave for all of them.”
*****
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The PortCity of Jato
Go’hachar
After establishing a perimeter at the city’s center, Pasho’s forces began expanding outward. His heart swelled as he saw his countrymen come out of the woodwork. They were only armed with sticks and cooking knifes, but they were fighting with passion. It was awe-inspiring.
He observed the Klingons preferred a long, bladed weapon. Therefore, he brought his grandfather’s imchaa, it resembled a nightstick with a blade running along its edge. It didn’t take long for him to have to use it.
The remaining invaders in the city rushed to their position. He was impressed at how quickly they reacted. All throughout the shattered city, small arms fire, energy bursts, and the clanging of metal could be heard.
A few meters away, an alien disemboweled one of his soldiers. The Klingon charged with his bat’leth raised and ready to strike. Pasho was able to block the blow with his imchaa, which protected his forearms as well.
The two warriors were locked in combat as chaos erupted all around them.
S’qI looked down upon the native. He supposed it was one of their more senior leaders the way he carried himself. The young warrior was impressed with the Hacharan’s talent. The native would be a worthy foe, not like the outcast Alexander.
Finally, after several attempts, S’qI got one tip of his bat’leth under Pasho’s guard. The blade penetrated the Hacharan’s side several centimeters. The Senior Guardian let out at howl of pain.
S’qI predatorily smiled as his opponent’s flesh was cut. He assumed victory as he twisted the blade to cause even more damage.
Pasho knew he was going to die. The wound was too large and too deep. It did not mean, however, he would die alone. With great effort, he plunged the elbow tip of his imchaa into the invader’s neck. The look of confidence on the alien disappeared. Pasho could see the Klingon berating himself for easing his defense as he fell to his knees. Then, the life left his opponent and the Klingon landed with a dull thud on the stone road.
The Hacharan military leader pulled the heavy, dangling weapon out of his side with a cry of agony. There was no escaping it. Whether he received treatment of not, he would bleed to death soon. He pushed his fate out of his mind. He had a few minutes and he wasn’t done defending his homeland yet. He painfully hobbled to one of his soldiers to assist him with another foe.
Before he could reach him, however, the invader disappeared in a twinkling, red light. He had heard of this ability, but he expected more warriors to appear; not disappear. Then, the realization came to him.
The soldiers began to celebrate as one-by-one, the invaders vanished. Pasho held his side as a subordinate came to aid him. The senior guardian grabbed his collar and whispered with his last breath, “Get everyone out of the city.”
Pasho’s imchaa hit the ground with a clatter.
*****
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IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
A third Klingon fell by Kojo’s disruptor. But they were advancing…and there was nowhere to go. She resumed her cover and blasts passed her position, “How long, Commander?”
Windslow called back over the sound of battle, “The installation has begun, but it’ll take another fifteen minutes complete.”
Bin Nadal fired a few blasts and commented, “They’ll overrun us in less than one.”
Shalev pointed out, “Four out of five will have to do.”
The Destrier captain looked to her tactical officer for her input. Carrick gave an approving nod. Kojo addressed Ethan, “Prepare to activate the program.”
Windslow stopped his work and retrieved a padd from his satchel.
It took a second for Carrick to observe, “The disruptor fire’s stopped.”
The explanation came quick. A commanding voice came from the Klingon position near Kojo said, “DoH.” ‘Back off?’ she internally questioned. Then, she realized the voice wasn’t taking to them.
Another voice objected, “’Iv machol”
The first voice responded with a thunder, “Haw’”
There was a pause. It was a surreal moment. The team members glanced at each other in an attempt to understand what was happening.
Finally, a dejected voice stated, “jlyajbe’”
“ra’pab”
“HoD HIja’”
Boots could be heard returning in the direction in which they came. Heavy doors closed behind them.
A voice said in Federation Standard, “I am Captain Ch’Pogh, master of this vessel. I know you are a Starfleet infiltration team.”
No one responded.
He continued, “Do you really think you could be so lucky as to go unnoticed until now? There are many who are loyal to me in the fleet. If it were not for their efforts, you would surely be dead by now.”
Again silence.
“Is it not your custom to at least thank an ally?” he prodded.
Nandali suddenly abandoned her cover and looked upon the Klingon captain, “Why would you help us?”
“I have my reasons.” He offered, “I want your mission to succeed as much as you do.”
Kojo eyed the Klingon with suspicion.
Ch’Pogh informed her, “This section will be off limits to all personnel for…say 30 of your minutes? After that, I suggest you leave.” Without further comment, he exited the area. The hatch locked behind him.
Karim looked to the Kriosian captain, “A trap?”
She nodded, “No doubt…but not for us.”
“Now what?” questioned the Perseus helmsman.
Kojo considered. There was obviously more going on here than she thought, but the repercussions would have to be dealt with later. Her purpose here was to help the Hacharans resist the Klingons. That had not changed. “We complete our mission.”
END OF CHAPTER 32
CHATPER 32
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IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
In a dimly lit corridor, Lieutenant Commander Windslow worked franticly to begin the installation process. Any fatigue he felt by the marathon of subterfuge had thoroughly disappeared.
Yaava had been rendered harmless by a hypospray and was placed along the bulkhead. She’d be out for hours.
The rest of the team watched for the inevitable arrival of Klingon warriors. All stood with weapons ready. It wouldn’t be long until…
From a perpendicular corridor, a bolt of green energy hit the bulkhead near Yitzhak. The wall over his shoulder sparked from the impact. He instinctively ducked and returned fire.
Kojo forced herself to remain at her position. She was covering another adjoining hallway. Her turn to be fired at would come soon. There would be no escape. She could call Westin on the shuttle – assuming he hadn’t been discovered – but the job wasn’t done yet. Carrick joined her. The Independence first officer supported Shalev. Down the corridor, she saw Klingons taking up covering positions. She fired.
*****
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IKS Kang, Fleet Commander’s Quarters
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The dark-skinned Klingon captain, H’ta, reported, “General, the Hacharans are launching an attack on our planet-side headquarters.” He added with hatred and embarrassment, “Over 3,000 Klingons were killed in the initial bombardment.”
K’Vada did not yell. He did not pound the desk. He looked from under his brow and stated in the most serious tone, “Redeploy the ship. Temporarily recall the warriors in that city. Then target it with photons. I want that place to be a grave for all of them.”
*****
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The PortCity of Jato
Go’hachar
After establishing a perimeter at the city’s center, Pasho’s forces began expanding outward. His heart swelled as he saw his countrymen come out of the woodwork. They were only armed with sticks and cooking knifes, but they were fighting with passion. It was awe-inspiring.
He observed the Klingons preferred a long, bladed weapon. Therefore, he brought his grandfather’s imchaa, it resembled a nightstick with a blade running along its edge. It didn’t take long for him to have to use it.
The remaining invaders in the city rushed to their position. He was impressed at how quickly they reacted. All throughout the shattered city, small arms fire, energy bursts, and the clanging of metal could be heard.
A few meters away, an alien disemboweled one of his soldiers. The Klingon charged with his bat’leth raised and ready to strike. Pasho was able to block the blow with his imchaa, which protected his forearms as well.
The two warriors were locked in combat as chaos erupted all around them.
S’qI looked down upon the native. He supposed it was one of their more senior leaders the way he carried himself. The young warrior was impressed with the Hacharan’s talent. The native would be a worthy foe, not like the outcast Alexander.
Finally, after several attempts, S’qI got one tip of his bat’leth under Pasho’s guard. The blade penetrated the Hacharan’s side several centimeters. The Senior Guardian let out at howl of pain.
S’qI predatorily smiled as his opponent’s flesh was cut. He assumed victory as he twisted the blade to cause even more damage.
Pasho knew he was going to die. The wound was too large and too deep. It did not mean, however, he would die alone. With great effort, he plunged the elbow tip of his imchaa into the invader’s neck. The look of confidence on the alien disappeared. Pasho could see the Klingon berating himself for easing his defense as he fell to his knees. Then, the life left his opponent and the Klingon landed with a dull thud on the stone road.
The Hacharan military leader pulled the heavy, dangling weapon out of his side with a cry of agony. There was no escaping it. Whether he received treatment of not, he would bleed to death soon. He pushed his fate out of his mind. He had a few minutes and he wasn’t done defending his homeland yet. He painfully hobbled to one of his soldiers to assist him with another foe.
Before he could reach him, however, the invader disappeared in a twinkling, red light. He had heard of this ability, but he expected more warriors to appear; not disappear. Then, the realization came to him.
The soldiers began to celebrate as one-by-one, the invaders vanished. Pasho held his side as a subordinate came to aid him. The senior guardian grabbed his collar and whispered with his last breath, “Get everyone out of the city.”
Pasho’s imchaa hit the ground with a clatter.
*****
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IKS Jev’Iw, Deck Six
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
A third Klingon fell by Kojo’s disruptor. But they were advancing…and there was nowhere to go. She resumed her cover and blasts passed her position, “How long, Commander?”
Windslow called back over the sound of battle, “The installation has begun, but it’ll take another fifteen minutes complete.”
Bin Nadal fired a few blasts and commented, “They’ll overrun us in less than one.”
Shalev pointed out, “Four out of five will have to do.”
The Destrier captain looked to her tactical officer for her input. Carrick gave an approving nod. Kojo addressed Ethan, “Prepare to activate the program.”
Windslow stopped his work and retrieved a padd from his satchel.
It took a second for Carrick to observe, “The disruptor fire’s stopped.”
The explanation came quick. A commanding voice came from the Klingon position near Kojo said, “DoH.” ‘Back off?’ she internally questioned. Then, she realized the voice wasn’t taking to them.
Another voice objected, “’Iv machol”
The first voice responded with a thunder, “Haw’”
There was a pause. It was a surreal moment. The team members glanced at each other in an attempt to understand what was happening.
Finally, a dejected voice stated, “jlyajbe’”
“ra’pab”
“HoD HIja’”
Boots could be heard returning in the direction in which they came. Heavy doors closed behind them.
A voice said in Federation Standard, “I am Captain Ch’Pogh, master of this vessel. I know you are a Starfleet infiltration team.”
No one responded.
He continued, “Do you really think you could be so lucky as to go unnoticed until now? There are many who are loyal to me in the fleet. If it were not for their efforts, you would surely be dead by now.”
Again silence.
“Is it not your custom to at least thank an ally?” he prodded.
Nandali suddenly abandoned her cover and looked upon the Klingon captain, “Why would you help us?”
“I have my reasons.” He offered, “I want your mission to succeed as much as you do.”
Kojo eyed the Klingon with suspicion.
Ch’Pogh informed her, “This section will be off limits to all personnel for…say 30 of your minutes? After that, I suggest you leave.” Without further comment, he exited the area. The hatch locked behind him.
Karim looked to the Kriosian captain, “A trap?”
She nodded, “No doubt…but not for us.”
“Now what?” questioned the Perseus helmsman.
Kojo considered. There was obviously more going on here than she thought, but the repercussions would have to be dealt with later. Her purpose here was to help the Hacharans resist the Klingons. That had not changed. “We complete our mission.”
END OF CHAPTER 32
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A timely reprieve for the infiltration team but it underscores the deep divisions within the Klingon empire. That certainly does not bode well.
The Hacharians demonstrated tremendous courage and grit, fighting the Klingons hand-to-hand. Now it's a race against time to see if they can abandon their city before photon torpedoes begin to rain down. Great stuff!
The Hacharians demonstrated tremendous courage and grit, fighting the Klingons hand-to-hand. Now it's a race against time to see if they can abandon their city before photon torpedoes begin to rain down. Great stuff!
Well, now! I wonder if these Klingons ultimately answer to Worf, Martok, or neither...very interesting wrinkle!
The Klingon Empire is not in very good shape. It's a jerry-built structure built on a foundation its people no longer believe in. Lincoln said that "a house divided cannot stand"; here we're seeing the beginnings of that.
CHAPTER 33
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IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The weapon’s officer reported, “We’re in range.”
Captain H’ta yielded to K’Vada.
The general did not hesitate, “baH”
*****
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Shuttlecraft Bedivere
Silent Running near Fu’puk II
Philip Westin swiveled his chair aft. All five members of the team were now in the shuttle. He ventured, “So I take it everything went well?”
They looked back at him with a mixture of grogginess and annoyance.
After a moment, Yitzhak responded, “It could have been worse.”
Kojo regarded Windslow, “Activate it.”
Without fanfare, the engineer tapped the padd.
*****
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IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
Perplexed the weapon’s officer said, “It’s not working.”
“What do you mean?” blasted H’ta.
“The weapons,” he elaborated, “They’re offline.”
K’Vada pushed the officer side and tried it himself; then, again with the same results. He looked up at H’ta with fire in his eyes. “We’ve been sabotaged!”
H’ta questioned, “Who?”
Another officer informed them, “Milord, all the other ships in the fleet are reporting their weapons and transporter systems are malfunctioning.”
K’Vada roared, “Someone will die for this!”
The Kang captain offered a practical solution, “General, until we determine what has happened, we can utilize dropships to punish the Hacharans.”
Repressing his rage, K’Vada approved the move with a nod. He grabbed H’ta to the side, “You know who will benefit from this.”
“Lorath,” he replied.
The weapon’s officer double checked his displays. He might be killed for the bearer of bad news today. None the less, he called out, “Sir, eight Gorn ships have entered the system.”
The general could only rejoin with, “What?”
*****
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USS Destrier, Shuttlebay
Near the Fu’puk Star
Commander Bolden met his captain as she and the rest of the team disembarked the shuttle. “The Independence reports success in enlisting the help of the Gorn. They are approaching the planet at impulse as we speak.”
Karim observed with some regret in his voice, “The Klingons will be defenseless.”
“Good,” stated Yitzhak, “Turnabout is fair play.”
Nandali ordered a moment later, “Take us to the rendezvous point.”
*****
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IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
“The Gorn have weapons and shields active,” said the weapon’s officer.
Someone else reported, “lurI’”
K’Vada clinched his fist so tight it drew blood. He had suddenly become powerless. These series of events could not be coincidence. He had been set up to fail. There was no point in delaying. The technicians said they didn’t even know what was wrong yet, let alone fixing the problem. He gestured to open a channel.
The reptile predictably said, “We demand you remove your troopss from the planet below and withdraw from the ssystem. The Hegemony officially rejectss your empire’ss claim on it.”
The Klingon general didn’t look surprised in the least. ‘Had this been planned from the beginning?’ he wondered. There was nothing he could do, at least, not now. Grudgingly, he stated, “I will need enough time to recall my troops with shuttles.” He added with an evil irony, “My fleet's transporters are disabled.”
The Gorn was convincingly outraged, “You are sstalling!”
‘As if you didn’t already know about the sabotage,’ mused K’Vada. He rejoined…hoped, perhaps, “Your other option is to destroy my ships.”
The reptilian seemed taken aback by the comment. Finally, he said, “You have one rotation of the planet below to be gone!” The screen returned to the triangular grid of the tactical display.
K’Vada turned to H’ta, “Get our warriors off the planet.” He moved to exit the bridge.
“General,” asked the captain, “Where are you going?”
Silence was his only response. The hatch clanged shut behind him.
*****
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Resistance Camp
Go’hachar
An aide ran up to Tohacha, “Elder, reports are coming in from all over. The invaders are leaving!”
The old man sat in a nearby chair and sighed deeply. People around him expected him to say something inspiring and profound. Instead, he somberly hung his head.
*****
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IKS Jev’Iw, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The metal door slid open with an un-greased screech. Coldly, methodically, General K’Vada crossed the threshold.
Ch’Pogh turned and in mock surprise said, “General? What has happened? Our weapons and transporters are offline.”
Without a word, the fleet commander walked up and backhanded Lorath’s former aide. “I cannot prove it, but I know you had a hand in this.” He unsheathed his d’k tahg, “You are a traitor.”
Quickly, Ch’Pogh struck the dagger out of the general’s hand. It flung to the deck. Being disarmed only seemed to please K’Vada. He didn’t try to recover it. He clutched his subordinate by the throat and squeezed with all his hate.
The Jev’Iw bridge crew watched on as Ch’Pogh struggled and clawed at the general’s face. It didn’t faze him.
K’Vada’s thumbs began to cut into flesh.
Suddenly, a disruptor was pointed at K’Vada’s face. He paused. The wielder was a young warrior, J’pak, he believed. Though his grasp eased, he still had a death grip on the captain. He looked at the newly minted first officer, “You just made a fatal mistake.”
He retorted with, “I don’t think so, General.”
K’Vada heard another weapon being un-holstered…and another. He looked around. All were pointed at him. He eased up on Ch’Pogh, who immediately pulled away coughing and holding his throat. The fleet commander stated, “You man your ships wisely, Ch’Pogh.”
His only response was a barely audible, “Get him back to his shuttle and off my ship.”
Several disruptors emphasized the point.
K’Vada was not afraid. He eyes were cold. This cowardice and treachery would not go unanswered. He calmly began to retreat out of the bridge, “Hide well, Ch’Pogh. Hide well.”
END OF CHAPTER 33
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IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The weapon’s officer reported, “We’re in range.”
Captain H’ta yielded to K’Vada.
The general did not hesitate, “baH”
*****
Supplemental
Shuttlecraft Bedivere
Silent Running near Fu’puk II
Philip Westin swiveled his chair aft. All five members of the team were now in the shuttle. He ventured, “So I take it everything went well?”
They looked back at him with a mixture of grogginess and annoyance.
After a moment, Yitzhak responded, “It could have been worse.”
Kojo regarded Windslow, “Activate it.”
Without fanfare, the engineer tapped the padd.
*****
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IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
Perplexed the weapon’s officer said, “It’s not working.”
“What do you mean?” blasted H’ta.
“The weapons,” he elaborated, “They’re offline.”
K’Vada pushed the officer side and tried it himself; then, again with the same results. He looked up at H’ta with fire in his eyes. “We’ve been sabotaged!”
H’ta questioned, “Who?”
Another officer informed them, “Milord, all the other ships in the fleet are reporting their weapons and transporter systems are malfunctioning.”
K’Vada roared, “Someone will die for this!”
The Kang captain offered a practical solution, “General, until we determine what has happened, we can utilize dropships to punish the Hacharans.”
Repressing his rage, K’Vada approved the move with a nod. He grabbed H’ta to the side, “You know who will benefit from this.”
“Lorath,” he replied.
The weapon’s officer double checked his displays. He might be killed for the bearer of bad news today. None the less, he called out, “Sir, eight Gorn ships have entered the system.”
The general could only rejoin with, “What?”
*****
Supplemental
USS Destrier, Shuttlebay
Near the Fu’puk Star
Commander Bolden met his captain as she and the rest of the team disembarked the shuttle. “The Independence reports success in enlisting the help of the Gorn. They are approaching the planet at impulse as we speak.”
Karim observed with some regret in his voice, “The Klingons will be defenseless.”
“Good,” stated Yitzhak, “Turnabout is fair play.”
Nandali ordered a moment later, “Take us to the rendezvous point.”
*****
Supplemental
IKS Kang, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
“The Gorn have weapons and shields active,” said the weapon’s officer.
Someone else reported, “lurI’”
K’Vada clinched his fist so tight it drew blood. He had suddenly become powerless. These series of events could not be coincidence. He had been set up to fail. There was no point in delaying. The technicians said they didn’t even know what was wrong yet, let alone fixing the problem. He gestured to open a channel.
The reptile predictably said, “We demand you remove your troopss from the planet below and withdraw from the ssystem. The Hegemony officially rejectss your empire’ss claim on it.”
The Klingon general didn’t look surprised in the least. ‘Had this been planned from the beginning?’ he wondered. There was nothing he could do, at least, not now. Grudgingly, he stated, “I will need enough time to recall my troops with shuttles.” He added with an evil irony, “My fleet's transporters are disabled.”
The Gorn was convincingly outraged, “You are sstalling!”
‘As if you didn’t already know about the sabotage,’ mused K’Vada. He rejoined…hoped, perhaps, “Your other option is to destroy my ships.”
The reptilian seemed taken aback by the comment. Finally, he said, “You have one rotation of the planet below to be gone!” The screen returned to the triangular grid of the tactical display.
K’Vada turned to H’ta, “Get our warriors off the planet.” He moved to exit the bridge.
“General,” asked the captain, “Where are you going?”
Silence was his only response. The hatch clanged shut behind him.
*****
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Resistance Camp
Go’hachar
An aide ran up to Tohacha, “Elder, reports are coming in from all over. The invaders are leaving!”
The old man sat in a nearby chair and sighed deeply. People around him expected him to say something inspiring and profound. Instead, he somberly hung his head.
*****
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IKS Jev’Iw, MainBridge
In Orbit of Fu’puk II
The metal door slid open with an un-greased screech. Coldly, methodically, General K’Vada crossed the threshold.
Ch’Pogh turned and in mock surprise said, “General? What has happened? Our weapons and transporters are offline.”
Without a word, the fleet commander walked up and backhanded Lorath’s former aide. “I cannot prove it, but I know you had a hand in this.” He unsheathed his d’k tahg, “You are a traitor.”
Quickly, Ch’Pogh struck the dagger out of the general’s hand. It flung to the deck. Being disarmed only seemed to please K’Vada. He didn’t try to recover it. He clutched his subordinate by the throat and squeezed with all his hate.
The Jev’Iw bridge crew watched on as Ch’Pogh struggled and clawed at the general’s face. It didn’t faze him.
K’Vada’s thumbs began to cut into flesh.
Suddenly, a disruptor was pointed at K’Vada’s face. He paused. The wielder was a young warrior, J’pak, he believed. Though his grasp eased, he still had a death grip on the captain. He looked at the newly minted first officer, “You just made a fatal mistake.”
He retorted with, “I don’t think so, General.”
K’Vada heard another weapon being un-holstered…and another. He looked around. All were pointed at him. He eased up on Ch’Pogh, who immediately pulled away coughing and holding his throat. The fleet commander stated, “You man your ships wisely, Ch’Pogh.”
His only response was a barely audible, “Get him back to his shuttle and off my ship.”
Several disruptors emphasized the point.
K’Vada was not afraid. He eyes were cold. This cowardice and treachery would not go unanswered. He calmly began to retreat out of the bridge, “Hide well, Ch’Pogh. Hide well.”
END OF CHAPTER 33
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