RobertScorpio
Pariah
STAR TREK FRANK GRAYSON centers around a Starship Enterprise that is brought into our "real" world. But unknown to our hero, Frank Grayson, the man who dreamed the Enterprise into existence, and who is also a San Diego homicide detective, two Klingon ships were brought into this reality too..and they are "somehwere out there", and they will find Earth!
Kor leads these Klingons; and in this short story, we see why...
The large open plane of grass, settled between two hills on either side of the flat valley, was where the herd was now peacefully grazing. Confident that no praetors were near, the large bucks, who sniffed the air for the scent of any danger, began to graze as well, which was a signal to the rest of the herd that all was safe; they were wrong. Because, unfortunately for herd of more than the two-hundred large six legged mammals, Klingons were expert hunters. They prided themselves on their trained skills at the hunt, and were joyous when the kill was made. The hunting party had tracked the animals, and had moved down wind of their position, and were positioned to attack once the order was given; and the Klingons would be successful, they had to be.
Klingon ships, unlike their Federation counterparts, did not come equipped with food dispensers. Food was stored fresh, and with the food supply aboard the two Klingon ship’s running low, Kor had ordered both ships to search for any life bearing worlds, and luckily, one was found. There were no sentient civilizations, just several thousand species of animals, as well as vegetables and fruits.
Scouting parties were sent to the planet, and once the large herd of animals was found on one of the three land masses, in an area easy to hunt them, a hunting party, led by Kor himself, was sent down to the planet for the hunt. Kor had hand picked the hunting party, and made but one request; he, Kor, would cut the heart out of the biggest buck and eat it raw before any other Klingon was granted permission to eat.
Kor, with his Bat’leth gripped in his hands, looked back to the thirty Klingon soldiers, armed with various weapons, and ready pounce. There was no talking, just silence, as each warrior looked to Kor for the attack signal. Feeling the moment nearing, Kor smiled, bearing his teeth as he did. Then, he turned to face the open plane, and raised his Bat’leth. On the opposite side of the field, another group of Klingon warriors were waiting for the signal to attack. A lone Klingon, in a tree where the others could see him, saw the raised Bat’leth, then began a mental countdown, thrusting his left fist for the others to see. And, on the seventh pump of his fist, both groups of Klingons erupted from their hiding areas, behind shrubbery and large boulders, and ran toward the herd.
The animals were slow to respond, and while some were able to run in either direction and escaped, most of the herd was trapped in the middle, too confused to flee. And then the Klingons began to mercilessly hack at animals, with the orange blood of the animals being spraying, and splattering the attack Klingons. The dieing groans of the animals were load, as their necks were slit. From all over the large grazing areas Klingons could be heard yelling in pride as they slaughtered an animal.
Even the young animals were not spared. One of the smaller, younger animals, tried to leap over a slaughtered animal, but was tackled by a Klingon warrior who took out his Tajtiq, and thrust it into the belly of the animal, slicing it open, and then the Klingon warrior reached into the animal’s wound and pulled out the barely digested grass from its stomach, mixed with other innards, and spread it on the dieing animal’s face.
The butchering lasted for nearly a half hour, and then, it subsided; the hunt was over.
The largest buck, which was nearly twice the size of an Elephant, was kept alive on the perimeter of the killing field. And as the warriors gathered around the large animal, as it was gasping for its last breath, Kor emerged from the gathering throng of warriors, and took his place, standing before the dieing animal. Nearly all of the warriors were covered in blood, and the stench of death mixed with the odor of blood and guts, brought a fiendish grin to Kor’s face.
“Qaplaaaaaa!!!!!” Kor yelled, and his warriors replied by yelling Qapla back at him. Then, again, Kor yelled “Qapla!!!,” and again they yelled it back to him.
Then, with the Klingon warriors chanting KOR--KOR--KOR!!!,! Kor turned to face the animal, and then used the Tajtiq that his own father had given him; and then thrust the sharp blade into the animal’s midsection. Then, after sheathing his knife, Kor used his hands and ripped screeching animal’s wound open, and then dug his hands into the animal’s body, and finding what had to be the heard, Kor ripped the heart from its protective place, in the center of the animal’s ring of rips, and pulled it out of the animal.
Kor faced his warriors, who were now silent. And without any ceremony, Kor dug his teeth into the animal’s heart, biting off a large chuck of the raw organ, and swallowed it.
“Feast, my warriors!” Kor yelled, as chewed fragments of the animal’s heart fell from his now bloodied mouth.
The hungry warrior hacked apart their prey, and feasted as never before!
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They were stranded in an unknown universe, far from the Klingon Empire. And Kor was not only their commander, he was their inspiration. If any Klingon could bring them through this test of character, it was Kor! And he would not let them down!!!!
Qapla!
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follow the adventure as FRANK GRAYSON must prepare Earth, our Earth, right here in the 2010, for a coming war with the Klingons!!! STAR TREK FRANK GRAYSON >>>>>>>>>> engage
Kor leads these Klingons; and in this short story, we see why...
The large open plane of grass, settled between two hills on either side of the flat valley, was where the herd was now peacefully grazing. Confident that no praetors were near, the large bucks, who sniffed the air for the scent of any danger, began to graze as well, which was a signal to the rest of the herd that all was safe; they were wrong. Because, unfortunately for herd of more than the two-hundred large six legged mammals, Klingons were expert hunters. They prided themselves on their trained skills at the hunt, and were joyous when the kill was made. The hunting party had tracked the animals, and had moved down wind of their position, and were positioned to attack once the order was given; and the Klingons would be successful, they had to be.
Klingon ships, unlike their Federation counterparts, did not come equipped with food dispensers. Food was stored fresh, and with the food supply aboard the two Klingon ship’s running low, Kor had ordered both ships to search for any life bearing worlds, and luckily, one was found. There were no sentient civilizations, just several thousand species of animals, as well as vegetables and fruits.
Scouting parties were sent to the planet, and once the large herd of animals was found on one of the three land masses, in an area easy to hunt them, a hunting party, led by Kor himself, was sent down to the planet for the hunt. Kor had hand picked the hunting party, and made but one request; he, Kor, would cut the heart out of the biggest buck and eat it raw before any other Klingon was granted permission to eat.
Kor, with his Bat’leth gripped in his hands, looked back to the thirty Klingon soldiers, armed with various weapons, and ready pounce. There was no talking, just silence, as each warrior looked to Kor for the attack signal. Feeling the moment nearing, Kor smiled, bearing his teeth as he did. Then, he turned to face the open plane, and raised his Bat’leth. On the opposite side of the field, another group of Klingon warriors were waiting for the signal to attack. A lone Klingon, in a tree where the others could see him, saw the raised Bat’leth, then began a mental countdown, thrusting his left fist for the others to see. And, on the seventh pump of his fist, both groups of Klingons erupted from their hiding areas, behind shrubbery and large boulders, and ran toward the herd.
The animals were slow to respond, and while some were able to run in either direction and escaped, most of the herd was trapped in the middle, too confused to flee. And then the Klingons began to mercilessly hack at animals, with the orange blood of the animals being spraying, and splattering the attack Klingons. The dieing groans of the animals were load, as their necks were slit. From all over the large grazing areas Klingons could be heard yelling in pride as they slaughtered an animal.
Even the young animals were not spared. One of the smaller, younger animals, tried to leap over a slaughtered animal, but was tackled by a Klingon warrior who took out his Tajtiq, and thrust it into the belly of the animal, slicing it open, and then the Klingon warrior reached into the animal’s wound and pulled out the barely digested grass from its stomach, mixed with other innards, and spread it on the dieing animal’s face.
The butchering lasted for nearly a half hour, and then, it subsided; the hunt was over.
The largest buck, which was nearly twice the size of an Elephant, was kept alive on the perimeter of the killing field. And as the warriors gathered around the large animal, as it was gasping for its last breath, Kor emerged from the gathering throng of warriors, and took his place, standing before the dieing animal. Nearly all of the warriors were covered in blood, and the stench of death mixed with the odor of blood and guts, brought a fiendish grin to Kor’s face.
“Qaplaaaaaa!!!!!” Kor yelled, and his warriors replied by yelling Qapla back at him. Then, again, Kor yelled “Qapla!!!,” and again they yelled it back to him.
Then, with the Klingon warriors chanting KOR--KOR--KOR!!!,! Kor turned to face the animal, and then used the Tajtiq that his own father had given him; and then thrust the sharp blade into the animal’s midsection. Then, after sheathing his knife, Kor used his hands and ripped screeching animal’s wound open, and then dug his hands into the animal’s body, and finding what had to be the heard, Kor ripped the heart from its protective place, in the center of the animal’s ring of rips, and pulled it out of the animal.
Kor faced his warriors, who were now silent. And without any ceremony, Kor dug his teeth into the animal’s heart, biting off a large chuck of the raw organ, and swallowed it.
“Feast, my warriors!” Kor yelled, as chewed fragments of the animal’s heart fell from his now bloodied mouth.
The hungry warrior hacked apart their prey, and feasted as never before!
--
They were stranded in an unknown universe, far from the Klingon Empire. And Kor was not only their commander, he was their inspiration. If any Klingon could bring them through this test of character, it was Kor! And he would not let them down!!!!
Qapla!
---
follow the adventure as FRANK GRAYSON must prepare Earth, our Earth, right here in the 2010, for a coming war with the Klingons!!! STAR TREK FRANK GRAYSON >>>>>>>>>> engage
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