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.”
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“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
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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