A United Trek Tale - "For the Empire"

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  1. Dnoth

    Dnoth Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Authors’ Note: This story has been developed as a collaboration between David Falkayn, D’noth, DarKush, and Gibraltar. It was spawned with a simple idea: Despite their alliance with the Federation, the Klingons are still an empire…and still conquers.

    The first draft was written by D’noth and then it was reviewed by the other authors before posting.

    Oh yes, and any Klingonese grammatical or syntax errors is solely the mistake of D’noth; to paraphrase a famous engineer…“reading (and writing) Klingon…that’s hard.” :)

    >>>>>>

    “Yojbe’ ta’,voDleH mo’che’Daj poH ‘ach, ‘a mo’wIvDaj nuwuq”
    - lIjbe’ qeylIS

    "A leader is judged not by the length of his reign but by the decisions he makes." – Kahless the Unforgettable
    (DS9: “Tacking into the Wind”)


    PROLOGUE

    Stardate: 54279.5 (13 April 2377)
    In Orbit of Hachar (Klingon Designation: Fo’puk II)
    Unclaimed Space Near the Federation and the Klingon Empire

    A single bi-stage rocket left the confines of the planet. It separated. The second fuel source ignited and it speed away with new vigor. Just as it neared its target, a disruptor beam annihilated the nuclear device.

    *****

    Supplemental

    State of Ko’hachar
    Hachar, Northwestern Continent

    General Vacham watched the nightmare overhead from a tracking station as her planet’s desperate bid to ward off the alien ships failed. She, like most Harcharans, stood about two meters in height. Her thick, long locks of hair whipped around as she strode to another display. “Launch warheads 11 through 20! All at the lead space ship!”

    The launch never came. A subordinate reported, “Ma’am, the aliens have destroyed our launchers!”

    “Which ones?”

    The response sent a cold chill down the general’s spine, “All of them.”

    Dumbfounded, Vacham sat. There was an inevitability to her tone, “The Universe is against us.”

    *****

    Supplemental
    State of Go’hachar
    Hachar, Southern Continent

    “Elder Tahocha!” called his aide, “It has been confirmed by observatories on all three nations! Five alien spacecraft are in orbit and have begun bombardment of the planet!”

    Tahocha was 78 years old. His age and war record earned him the governorship of Go’hachar. He examined his petrified wood desk in contemplation. His already tired face looked up, “Evacuate our cities and military bases. Hide as many of our fighters and tanks as possible. Go’hachar has been occupied once. We will not be occupied again.”

    The aide replied, “At once!” and ran out of the office.

    The elder whispered to himself, “So this is how it ends.”

    *****

    Supplemental
    State of Do’hachar
    Hachar, Northeastern Continent

    Lord Rachu pounded his fist on the wardroom table, “What do you mean our fighters can’t reach them!”

    His vassal explained, “Milord, we have to wait until the invasion fleet enters our atmosphere. Our fighters can’t operate in outer space.”

    Rachu growled, “They can wait like cowards in orbit and destroy my fighters from there!”

    One of Rachu’s lieutenants stepped forward, “Milord, we are defenseless…until they come to us.”

    IF they come to us,” the lord complained.

    *****

    Supplemental
    IKS Jev’Iw
    In Orbit of Fo’puk II

    The voice of General K’vada could be heard in the transporter bay. Six individual transporter stations ran along the perimeter of the large room. The stench was thick of bloodwine and body odor as warriors filed onto the daises. …“batlh Daqawlu’taH!...You will be remembered with honor!” continued the general’s speech through the intercom.

    The newly minted first officer observed the chaos from the upper catwalk. It was time for him to join the invasion force. Though, he was of noble blood; he wouldn’t have been made officer…first officer, no less…without the influence of others. It was a fact, he…and the second officer, J’pak…was keenly aware of. He needed to prove himself to survive. This was his chance. The first officer stepped onto the officers’ transporter platform and commanded, “jol ylchu’.”

    *****

    The Jev’Iw’s second-in-command found himself in the middle of a large group of his keen. As soon as they materialized, they ran and roared battle cries. Some wielded disruptors, others bat’leths, many only held a d’k tahg as they charged. The first officer joined them. He didn’t know where he was running to…he simply followed the group in front of him. He knew the transport site was identified as a military compound.

    Soon, the first officer heard the sounds of combat, grunts, small arms fire, and death groans. Despite his better judgment, he moved toward it. His warriors were meeting resistance from the natives.

    The first officer got a first glimpse of their victims. The Hacharans were tall and strong. He remembered Captain Ch’Pogh saying, “They would make great subjects for the Empire.” The Hacharans used magnetic projectile weapons. Many Klingons fell in their charge, only to have others step over their dead bodies.

    The officer picked his first target. A single Hacharan was fighting his warriors with a bat’leth from a fallen Klingon. The Hacharan fought with ferocity. Two…three…Klingons fell at his hand in as many seconds.

    Without thinking, the young Klingon officer drew his mek’leth and screamed as his legs propelled him to the imposing fighter. In the chaos, he lunged. After a blur, the first officer found himself face to face with the dark-skinned soldier. The Harcharan’s hand was around his throat, but he wasn’t squeezing. The expression on his enemy’s face changed.

    The anger in the Hacharan’s face faded, his eyes dulled. Blood spouted from his mouth. Slowly, he slowly fell to the ground.

    Only then, did the Klingon realize his blade was protruding from the fighter’s chest. He was in shock. The officer had fired torpedoes, but he had never killed like this. …Not this close.

    One of his warriors, an old male named Gow’ka, joined him and looked down upon the dead man. Gow’ka clutched his superior’s shoulder, “Well done, Alexander, son of Worf!”

    END OF PROLOGUE
     
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  2. mirandafave

    mirandafave Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Have been looking forward to this :scream: and this first segment teases the interest.

    Aggressive moves by the Klingons sets up the possibilities of conflict with the Federation and then you throw in Alexander. Will we see Worf? Other canon characters? and which members from the United Trek universe will be involved in the story?

    I guess there's lots to look forward to.

    I take it think should be thick
     
  3. Mistral

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    ...they ran roared with battle cries...

    I found an 'oopsie' too, do I get a gold star? Hey, Dnoth, this is a great beginning. I can't wait to see what you and the others come up with. I have always loved the Klingons(to misquote a certain captain) and I always will. I found Alexander an intriguing character throughout the series and I'm looking forward to how you play him. I was actually wondering about the First Officer having such thoughts prior to the battle and wondering-there was a reasonable tone to them! Now I understand.
     
  4. Dnoth

    Dnoth Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Dooh! What's sad is, those mistakes got passed more than just me. :alienblush:

    They've been fixed.

    I was thinking about not telling, but...yes, yes, and the UT captains involved will be Hobson(from Perseus), Aurelia (from Independence), and Kojo (from Dark Territory)...that's the plan so far, anyway. :)
     
  5. DavidFalkayn

    DavidFalkayn Commodore Premium Member

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    It's harder to proofread from a monitor than it is from a hardcopy--thank heavens for edit functions! :)

    Talk about your captains with different personalities here...

    A good beginning by Dnoth to what we all hope you think will be a strong story.
     
  6. TheLoneRedshirt

    TheLoneRedshirt Commodore Commodore

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    I've also been looking forward to this - Great opening segment! Now Alexander has experienced combat up close and personal. How will the Federation respond to the Klingon invasion of Hachar? Will President Satie turn a blind eye, or will there be a response?

    I have my suspicions. ;)
     
  7. CeJay

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    In the past I've been supporting a different, softer approach for the Klingons but now I see the wisdom - especially from a dramatic point of view - for once again focusing on the brutal and belligerent side of the Empire. The potential for conflict here is brilliant.

    And by the way so is this beginning. I love the inclusion of Alexander as he will with no doubt provide a lot of conflict himself. And to feature four (!!!) series in one story is a monumental task. I'm very excited to see how this one will work out.

    I'm getting a very good vibe so far.
     
  8. mirandafave

    mirandafave Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Wow wee! Quite a task to put so many characters into the pot but it should be a very interesting concotion. And as TLR points out there are lots of ramifications to the Klingon actions - Especially in light of their other actions in the United Trek world. There's bound to be a Federation backlash and those Captains named are very able to provide that backlash.
     
  9. Dnoth

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    Thanks for the comments everyone. Hopefully, the story will live up to expectations.

    CHAPTER 1

    Stardate: 54333.1 (2 May 2377)
    Hachar (Fo’puk II)
    Unclaimed Space Near the Federation and the Klingon Empire

    “First Officer’s Log: the 1,005th year of Kahless, the ninth day of Lay’tok. Ra'wl'Sogh Alexander, reporting. It’s been over two weeks since we first landed on this planet. I never liked to idea of doing…this. At first, the Hacharans fought bravely…but soon, they were overwhelmed.

    As per my responsibly, I sometimes tour the labor camps. Those people…they’re in shock. I can see the disbelief in their eyes. A month ago, they only knew of aliens in myths and legends; add to that, their new servitude… Now, they are a lost and demoralized race.

    On more than one occasion, I’ve stopped the troops from…well, going too far. Everyone else seems to look the other way. The warriors now look at me with suspicion.

    I hate myself for being a part of this.”

    *****

    A black, heavy, leather boot, with a protruding spike smacked the face of a Hacharan female. She cried out as her body tumbled to the concrete ground.

    Echi lay there for a moment on the street. The few Hacharans that dared to venture outside quickly scattered, including her daughter, Uli. The city was in ruins. The only movements were of Klingon patrols, small animals, and the occasional Hacharan that scurried about the devastation looking for food or survivors. Bodies littered the area.

    As Echi spittled blood, her eyes found Uli. She silently pleaded to her to stay hidden…to not cry out.

    A Klingon Defense Force solider picked her up. His uniform crackled as he moved. He clutched her by the throat. “You have not earned the right to look me in the eye, Ha’DIbaH!”

    The last syllable produced a bit of phlegm that landed upon her cheek. The other Klingons laughed in amusement.

    The ebony Hacharan sunk her thumbs into her attacker’s eyes. He immediately let go and wailed.

    “Then you will have no eyes!” Echi taunted.

    Two KDF soldiers leveled their disruptors.

    “No!” called the injured warrior as he took his hand from his bloodshot eyes. “I will teach this bitch respect!”

    He grabbed her by the jaw and bit her shoulder, drawing blood. “I enjoy a challenge. I…and my warriors…will break you and then I will kill you.”

    Over the next hour, Uli looked on with horror as the aliens beat, raped, and eventually murdered her mother. Tears flowed, but she made no noise.

    *****

    Supplemental
    IKS Jev'Iw
    In Orbit of Fu’puk II

    Alexander entered the dimly lit engineering section of the Fek’lhr class vessel. Smoke and sparks emitted from workers’ tools. He maneuvered around engineers in the cramped compartment and made his way to one of the control stations.

    A relatively small Klingon female manned it. Her skin was light and her hair bound in a ponytail. She, unlike some other females, didn’t reveal much skin in her uniform. It was more a matter of practicality, being an engineer.

    She smiled as she saw his approach, “Alexander.”

    “Hello Yaava.” He stood behind her and put his arms around her waist, “How has your day been, mate?”

    She raised his hand and sniffed his wrist. Yaava turned to face him, “Fine…but it isn’t over yet.”

    “Expecting trouble?”

    She gently raked his cheek with her nails. “With you around, always.”

    The ship’s second officer, J’pak, could be heard barking orders and walking closer to the couple. “Yaava, why is the coolant pressure low?”

    Alexander and the engineer separated. J’pak didn’t acknowledge the first officer; itself could be perceived as an insult.

    She responded, “We’re bleeding the lines. Coolant has to be replaced occasionally, Sogh. It will rise again when we are done.”

    Getting a satisfactory answer only seemed to perturb him further. It was well known what J’pak thought of Alexander. In Klingon tradition, J’pak had a right to challenge Alexander for his position at any time. It was a wonder why he hadn’t done so yet.
    He added with intent, “I just want to make sure you weren’t…distracted.”

    The subtle attack went unaddressed by Alex. He stumbled, “I need to upload this week’s security report, anyway. I’ll see you later, Yaava.”

    She nodded as he left.

    As soon as Alexander was out of hear shot, J’pak commented, “What do you see in that nuch?”

    The engineer went toe to toe with the warrior, “You confuse morality with cowardice, J’pak.” She chided, “I’m not surprised you don’t know the difference.”

    The second officer snapped, “Watch your tongue, lagh. Your mate is weak. He does not even defend you. He disgusts me.” He leaned in, “Soon, I will have his post and when I do, you had better choose your words more carefully!”

    “Is that a threat?”

    J’pak gave her more space, “It is the way of things.”

    *****

    The heavy, metal door slid open with a clang. Alexander strode in to Captain Ch’Pogh’s office with a padd and tossed it on the steal desk. “The report for this week: 80,000 Hacharans dead. Several were raped before being murdered.”

    Ch’Pogh, obviously annoyed, put down a handful of gagh and slid the bowl aside. He sniffed before saying, “There is a saying on Earth, I’m told; ‘boys will be boys.’” The response was not only meant to provide an excuse, but by referencing Earth, Ch’Pogh took a slight jab at Alexander as well. He continued, “How many warriors have we lost?”

    “This week, thirty-seven.”

    “Good, the Hacharans are still fighting. They have strong spirits,” the captain said as he put a clump of worms in his mouth.

    Alexander stepped forward, “Captain, we should control our troops better. Their behavior is unacceptable.”

    Ch’Pogh’s expression became one of cold malice. He chewed for a moment and swallowed. “You were raised by humans. I would not expect you to understand.” He added, “Your position is a precarious one, Alexander, son of Worf. You would be wise to return to your duties and not bring this up again.”

    “But sir…”

    He snapped, “If you want to make a fool of yourself, go ahead and send a complaint to Qo’noS. But I will hear no more of this!”

    Slowly, Alex realized he got what he wanted: permission to send a complaint up the chain of command. He nodded and exited. On the surface it felt like a victory, but he knew it was only a small step…and perhaps a step in the wrong direction for his career.

    After the son of Worf left, Ch’Pogh sighed and activated his communications terminal. The face of the General Lorath, the governor of the prosperous Khemet Sector, appeared.

    The gray haired General grinned slightly, “Ch’Pogh, my old adjunct, nuqneH?”

    “Circumstances have provided an opportunity for us to advance our cause, General. My first officer is the son of Worf…and he does not approve of our mission at Fo’puk II.”

    Lorath’s grin grew, showing his jagged teeth.

    END OF CHAPTER 1
     
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  10. TheLoneRedshirt

    TheLoneRedshirt Commodore Commodore

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    Alexander's "humanity" is clashing with the prevailing Klingon mindset. What intrigue are Ch’Pogh and General Lorath planning? Apparently Alexander is to be a pawn in their game.

    I really like the feel you are giving to this story. The language, the interaction has an authentic Klingon ring to it. Great job - I'm looking forward to how this story progresses!

    Q'plaH! :klingon: :lol:
     
  11. CeJay

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    One has to wonder if the Imperial Defense (yeah, right) Force is the right place for Alexander. With his human sensibilities he would probably better fit into Starfleet. On the other hand these particular Klingons are clearly of the more brutal kind.

    But I guess they have a saying on Qo’noS: Klingons will be Klingons.

    I foresee a lot of trouble here. Excellent stuff.
     
  12. mirandafave

    mirandafave Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Looks like Alexander is walking himself into a trap - but to what end? Is it to embroil the Federation in a war or to discredit Worf and perhaps by proxy Murtok. ... mmmmm ... you're setting up a very interesting premise and it is no doubt going to get more complicated by the Chapter. Great job.
     
  13. DavidFalkayn

    DavidFalkayn Commodore Premium Member

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    I do agree with the others, Dnoth, you're giving excellent depth to Alexander--a sensitive soul trapped between two worlds--Klingon and human--trying to find his place.
     
  14. Dnoth

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    Again, thanks everybody for reading! Here's the next part...

    CHAPTER 2

    Stardate: 54354.3 (10 May 2377)
    State of Do’hachar
    Hachar, Northeastern Continent

    Magnetically propelled bullets shredded through the Klingon uniform. The warrior taking point fell erratically to the deck as he rounded the corner of the underground bunker.

    “They’ve found us!” called out the Hacharan with the automatic weapon, “Get to Lord Rachu! Get him out!”

    Those were the guard’s last words. Less than a second later, multiple distruptor beams slammed into him.

    Duke Nilu saw the carnage from down the corridor. There were still two guards between him and the aliens, but that’s all. He didn’t need to be prompted to run deeper into the compound.

    Within moments, he reached the wardroom. The duke franticly opened and resealed the blast door. He breathed heavily and was barely able to sputter, “Milord…the aliens…they’re in the bunker!”

    Lord Rachu, a rather dark and bulky man, said with defiance, “Arm your selves! These creatures die as well as we do!”

    The young duke ignored the order, though many others didn’t. Nilu made his way through the chaos to the rear exit. As he reached it, the blast doors of the forward entrance exploded out. He knew what would come next. He ran and didn’t look back.

    An onslaught of red disruptor fire streamed out of the smoke filled corridor. Two natives fell in the first volley. A few Hacharans were able to return fire. Like the warriors they were, the Klingon charged into the room. They took no notice of the enemy fire. If they were shot; they were shot. If they died; they died.

    Lord Rachu was more cautious. He took cover behind a console. The aliens seemed to keep flooding into the room. How many were there? He shot one…two of the invaders. But they were nearly on top of him.

    One of the aliens reached his position. The creature swung down at him with a long, curved blade. Rachu was able to roll in time to avoid the impact. In desperation, he kicked at the alien and quickly grabbed the handles of the blade. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his guards floundering against the menace.

    Both fought for possession of the bat’leth. Rachu saw the eyes of his opponent. The Klingon had a look of intense, brutal, satisfaction on his face. The creature was actually smiling.

    The ruler of Do’hachar felt his muscles failing against the alien’s. It was only a matter of time. If this one didn’t kill him, one of the others would.

    Even in his last moments of life, Lord Rachu’s ego would not allow regret or defeat. He fought with all his might to gain control, but the alien had maneuvered the blade in the direction of his throat. It crept closer and closer. Rachu began to feel the cold steel press against him. The flow of blood…blackness came.

    *****

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    Starbase 90
    In Orbit of Cestus III

    Lieutenant Jonin Faltyne adjusted his golden, security undershirt as he looked in the mirror. The Andorian scratched his antenna; it instinctively flicked in response. His new ship was scheduled to arrive tomorrow.

    Though he’d miss Deep Space Nine, there were too many memories there. It was there where he recovered from his months of imprisonment by the Cardassian insurgent group, known as the Crimson Shadow. The counselor there, Ezri Dax, suggested group activities with Bajoran science officer Okala Lahn and Lieutenant Commander Aquiel Uhnari to ‘take his mind off things.’ He developed a fondness for Lahn, but she was dealing with her own loss. It just wouldn’t work out.

    He decided it was time to get his career back on track. He applied to all open security/tactical chief slots aboard starships. Personnel cut him orders to the USS Independence. Apparently, they lost several security people during a recent mission.

    Jonin went on to research more about the ship and crew. Just last year, the Independence was the Jaap Penraat. This Captain Aurelia must have some connections for her to get that privilege, he thought.

    Sintina Aurelia’s record looked impressive on the surface. On the Hood, she got the Prentares Ribbon. While serving on the Renegade, she received the Starfleet Citation for Valor. Then, at 35, she was made captain of the Midas during the war. Aurelia then had one of two Courageous class vessels for less than a year, before a design flaw destroyed it. Most of the crew was lost.

    He knew all too well what that feeling was like; having lost two ships he served on. The destruction of his previous ship, the Phoenix, is what led to his captivity. Ironically, the dead on that ship were more lucky than the survivors, which were still at Starfleet Medical; victims of a neural toxin.

    The Andorian picked up a padd to read further on his new CO. Aurelia, along with others, saved Norah Satie, the new UFP president, from an assassination attempt. ‘That answers the connection question,’ he concluded.

    Her psychological profile was, of course, restricted. But via the ‘grape vine,’ Jonin heard Aurelia had a reputation as being impulsive; a shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later throw back from the last century. On one occasion, she even engaged a Sovereign class ship. The other captain, according to the newscasts, had mental issues and was a rapist, however.

    ‘A captain forged from the Dominion War,’ he mused, ‘maybe this will work out after all.’

    *****

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    IKS Jev'Iw
    In Orbit of Fu’puk II

    Alexander got up from his padded bed…he was often criticized for it. He just couldn’t sleep on the metal rack that other Klingons were accustomed to. Yaava, whom slept beside him, rustled but didn’t wake.

    He logged on to the communications network. Red light reflected off his face. After a moment, he puffed, leaned back, and hung his head.

    “What is it?”

    The first officer looked to his mate. He obviously had made too much noise. “The High Command still hasn’t responded to my protest.”

    Yaava held a unique view on the ship. She was raised on a rather liberal Klingon colony on the far side of the Empire. There, the warrior caste didn’t dominate. Her colony promoted the arts and sciences. It was quite a culture shock when she decided to join the KDF during the war. She had no idea how narrow minded many Klingons really were.

    Then she meant Alexander, the only Klingon she could relate to. Later, she understood why. He was born of a hybrid mother and raised, either on a Starfleet ship, or on Earth.

    “I’m not surprised,” she commented, “If they did, they’d have acknowledge they’re doing something wrong.”

    “It’s so frustrating!” exclaimed Alex, “I was taught to believe our people were honorable…noble…respectable. In my time here, I’ve seen very little to back that up.” He returned to bed and wrapped his arm around Yaava. “Of course, my father didn’t spend much time around Klingons anyway, so how would he know?”

    “Maybe you should contact him,” she suggested, “You said he is close to Martok.”

    Alexander shook his head, “I’d rather not. He’s done too much for me already. I wouldn’t be first officer if I wasn’t a member of the House of Martok.”

    “Martok offered you that privilege, not Worf.”

    He countered, “Martok felt pressured to allow me in because my father was already a member.”

    “Still,” Yaava said, “you have options you have not yet explored. If you think what we are doing here is wrong, you must set your pride aside.” She scooted closer and licked his cheek, “That’s why I love you, Alexander. You’re one of the few Klingons around here that can set their ego aside.”

    *****

    After bathing and dressing, Alexander took his mate’s advice. He looked upon his father over sub-space.

    Worf shook his head, “It is not wise to question the chancellor on this right now.”

    “Father,” Alex continued, “if you had seen the things that I’ve seen, you would agree.”

    “Alexander, there are more things going on at the High Council than you know. Chancellor Martok cannot afford this criticism now. The rest of the council members are always testing him...looking for weakness.” He looked off screen for a moment in disgust, “They plot like Romulans.”

    The son’s anger boiled, “So you refuse to address this because it is politically inconvenient?” Without thinking, he added, “Now who is acting like a Romulan?”

    The comment took Worf off guard. He snapped all his attention on his son and growled quietly.

    Alexander immediately realized his mistake, but he did his best to not show fear.

    The ambassador visually calmed himself just enough to prevent an outburst. He said in a low, menacing tone, “Ever since the Second Empire, our people have been expanding in this way. It is what we have done for centuries. Many times, we improve the lives of our subjects.”

    The response was surprisingly cool and even, “Do you really believe that, father?”

    Worf’s jaw went tight and he looked down. A part of him was very proud of his son for standing up to him. The situation caused conflict, however.

    Alexander saw his father’s defenses dwindling, just as they used to when he pleaded to go to the holodeck when he was a child. He pressed on, “Our people are pillaging, raping, and murdering the Hacharans. What is honorable about that?”

    With a deep sigh, the son of Mogh found the eyes of his son. He ended the conversation with, “I will…discuss it with Martok.”

    END OF CHAPTER 2
     
  15. mirandafave

    mirandafave Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    Surely Alexander should know better than to make his da angry! Really like the excahnage between father and son with their own conflicting feelings and duties getting in the way of their relationship. pride mixed with anger and disgust and honour - all adding to the underlying tensions.

    Also of note is Worf's hint at trouble a'brewin' in the High Council.
    Things appear to be a foot and only makes it more than certain that Alexander is springing a trap. Good stuff.
     
  16. Dnoth

    Dnoth Fleet Captain Fleet Captain

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    I want to give a heart felt 'thank you' to mirandafave! He made this picture and it looks great! :techman: Thank you so much!

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  17. Gibraltar

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    Alexander's really got himself between a rock and a hard place. No one, most especially the Klingons, likes to have their faces rubbed in their own hypocrisy. And now young Mr. Rozhenko's dragged his father into this as well, a doubly awkward situation for Worf, who may well become caught between his son and his benefactor.

    And after all, Klingons will be Klingons, right? You can make them your allies, drink blood-wine with them, sing songs and practice diplomacy with them... but at the end of the day they're still Klingons.

    The Federation might do well to remember that.

    A fantastic start to what promises to be a very interesting story.

    P.S. - Great title pic from Mirandafave! Very cool. :bolian:
     
  18. DavidFalkayn

    DavidFalkayn Commodore Premium Member

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    Klingons is as Klingons do--something often forgotten by the 24th century Federation. Dnoth, you're doing an excellent job with this story.

    Mirandafave--that is a sharp title picture! Very sharp!
     
  19. RobertScorpio

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    I'm with David on this one. I really like this story. I never really cared for Alexander, so you are doing something here, for me, that RDM couldn't even do!!

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  20. BrotherBenny

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    Very well done to all involved, I like what is being done with the Klingons in this, showing that honour is all but dead, except for the outsiders.