Assignment: Eternity
by Greg Cox
P1 Camp Khitomer,
Khitomer Outpost, UFP, 2293
Regal looking Klingon
woman Chancellor Azetbur, daughter of martyred Klingon leader Gorkon
Ministers and ambassadors
from many different worlds rose to applaud
P21 Kirk relieved
Gary Seven’s cat is not a tribble
P24 not even a Klingon
really wanted to know the day of his own death
It had been less than
one standard year since the Romulans had formed an alliance with the Klingon
Empire, and the situation with the Fed remained tense.
P55 a Romulan battle
cruiser, of Klingon design, accompanied by two warbirds
Painful experience,
including mankind’s disastrous first contact wit the Klingons, had taught
Starfleet how dangerous it could be to interfere in the natural development
of an alien culture
P81 the Romulans had
originally developed the cloaking technology now used by both them and
the Klingons
P141 Klingon mind-sifter
set at force three, is the highest level that does not yet inflict permanent
brain damage on its subjects
To Romulan Commander
Dellas, mind-sifter typically Klingon, crude, brutal, at the highest settings
they tend to destroy as much of a brain as they expose. Dellas as seen
them reduce a brilliant scholar or poet to a babbling imbecile
P148 Romulan Vithrok
removed the mind-sifter from a pocket of his lab coat. Although of Klingon
design, the device did not look intimidating, consisting of a collapsible
metal ring affixed to a folded leather hood. The ring fitted over the dome
of the subject’s skull while the hood provided a degree of sensory deprivation
that heighten the effects of the mind-sifter, which operated by passing
modulated baryon waves through cerebral cortex of its victims. The waves
interacted with the brain’s electrical impulses to produce interference
patterns that could be recorded and translated into a crude approximation
of the subject’s personal synaptic pathways. The technology was not unlike
that employed by the mnemonic teaching machines of the ancient Eymorgs
of Sigma Draconis VI but infinitely less subtle. When the device was set
at it highest levels, the baryon waves provoked synaptic overlords that
could lead to seizures, brain damaged, and even death. Headaches and nausea,
blackouts and memory loss at lowest settings. Delicate silver circuitry
glittered around the metal ring. Miniature display lights, adjust energy
levels by tapping gently on a touch sensitive pad along the edge of the
ring. Force four, force six.
P190 the rage on the
Romulan woman’s face looked almost Klingon in its intensity
Dellas to Kirk – You
may have had some small success outwitting thick-skulled Klingons over
the years, but you cannot begin to grasp the full subtlety of the Romulan
mind
P211 Dellas – I suppose
such displays of bravado impress Klingons, but a Romulan commander is less
easily swayed. Kirk has a long history with the Klingons, but never the
mind-sifter
P254 the tawny mane
of a regal Klingon delegate, Colonel Worf
Dellas wondered if
Azetbur’s lass pronounced brow ridges indicated a trace of human blood
Even the ranks of
the Klingon soldiers, their scarlet sashes stretched tightly across their
dark leather armor, applauded Kirk and the others. Klingons cheering for
Kirk? Astounding.
Yesterday's Son by
A.C. Crispin
P89 there are casinos
from the Center to the Klingon Empire
P163 the Romulans
will rule the Galaxy because they act, not out of cruelty, as do the Klingons,
but out of efficiency.
If I lose Thee, Strange
New Worlds III
no Klingon content
The Quick and the Dead,
Strange New Worlds II
no Klingon content
Killing Time by Della
Van Hise
no Klingon content
The Three-Minute Universe
by Barbara Paul
P17 who would
wish to trigger an uncontrollable destructive force of such magnitude?
Klingons.
Memory Prime by Gar
and Judith Reeves-Stevens
P1 even a Klingon
heavy-assault scientific survey vessel had passed by the dead planet, TNC
F3459-9-SF-50, scanned for dilithium, and departed.
P3 on small backwater
planet TNC 50 a tavern pieced together from scavenged survey structures.
The sign carried a two-dimensional image of a monstrously fat Vulcan clutching
two Orion slave women. The Vulcan's face was distorted in a terrible grimace.
Beneath the image, set in the angular pIqaD of Klinzhai, glowed the tavern's
name: vulqangan Hagh. Other races might secretly whisper the name, but
only a Klingon would be insulting enough to display it in public.
Central serving area
smoke filled and dimly lit, sensor devices in the fire pit. the server
behind the counter was a old Klingon. He limped on an improperly matched
leg graft and wore a veteran's ruby honorstone in the empty socket of his
left eye. A Klingon with an honorstone would be revered on Klinzhai, given
line and land. A veteran with such a medal would never submit to being
a menial tavern server, which meant the tavern server had stolen the honorstone.
The concept of a Klingon without honor was as unsettling as the laughing
Vulcan on the tavern's sign.
After ignoring him
for several trips back and forth, the server finally stopped in front of
Starn. NuqneH, vulqangan?
In this setting the
standard Klingon greeting actually made sense. 'bIQ' he snarled in reply
The Klingon paused
as if puzzled by Starn's perfect accent, ten filled the trader's order
by spitting on the counter in front of him.
Other beings nearby,
who had listened to the exchange, froze. Had Starn been Klingon, a glorious
blood feud would have started that might have lasted generations. Starn's
knowledge of the empire's customs was comprehensive.
The server waited
tensely for Starn to respond to the insult, his single eye burning with
expectation. Keeping his eyes locked on the Klingon, Starn slowly took
out a cloth and delicately dabbed it in the spittle on the counter and
began to raise the cloth to his forehead. The server began to tremble.
Two Klingon mercenaries standing father down the counter began to snicker.
The cloth was centimeters from Starn's forehead when the server finally
realized the mad creature was not going to stop.
Ghobe! The server
snatched the cloth from Starn and used it to wipe up the counter and then
stormed away, his rage almost comical in its intensity. The mercenaries
broke out in gales of harsh laughter. One of them motioned to a server,
who guided an antigrav tray through the tables. A few moments later the
server stopped by Starn and passed him a sealed bubble of stasis water,
compliments of the officers.
The Klingon mercenaries
smiled at him and made clumsy attempts at saluting him with third and fourth
fingers splayed. The water was from Vulcan. The mercenaries had sought
to honor him. The tavern has other serving areas, with Orion dancing music,
the scent of outlawed drugs, screams of pleasure and pain.
Karth, a young Klingon,
sits behind a simple desk in a room in the bowels of the building. His
eyes were deeply shadowed beneath his prominent crest. Impressively muscled
physique. Hundreds of military tunic designs relate to place within the
Klingon hierarchy. The rarest of Klingon garb - a civilian outfit
Karth smiled, respectfully
keeping his teeth unbarred
There is no crime
in the empire
If Starn had touched
the server's spit to his forehead they would have been betrothed, before
witnesses. That would have qualified the server for criminal proceedings.
Kai the trader, Starn,
real name Tr'Nele, Romulan, of the Adepts of T'Pel.
Kai the Karth who
gives such generous presents, an Iopene cutter weapon. Iopene was a dead
world whose now-extinct indigenous life had proven to be too competent
in building lethal weapons. Even the empire banned Iopene relics from all
but the noblest houses. Iopene Cutters with feedback shields. Invincible
weapons of Iopene.
Karth considers Federation
Standard a foul language, so many ways around the point, nothing direct.
ChotneS
The Andorian serving
girl with withered antennae at the tavern speaks Hol better than Standard.
We will stay with
this tera'ngan chirping
I must call on Klingon
honor to seal our bargain. A subtle insult. For a non-Klingon to bargain
on Klingon honor implied either that the non-Klingon was an equal of a
Klingon or that Klingon honor was suitable for animals. At the very least
Karth should have demanded a test of blood, if not death.
Karth has hired Starn
in an assassination plot that in one single action would reduce Starfleet
to an uncoordinated swarm of helpless ships and starbases. The entire Federation
could be brought to its knees.
Should I leave evidence
implicating the empire in this crime?
Karth is a mechanical
device attempting to pass itself off as a Klingon. Karth jumped back from
the desk, aiming a disruptor at Starn. He dodged the Iopene cutter's particle
beam. The Klingon robot leveled its disruptor and fired, the Andorian girl
was engulfed in a sputtering orange corona and collapsed on the floor.
Her body had not disintegrated, she was still breathing. A Klingon disruptor
set for stun? What kind of madness was this? Neural disruption only, she
won't remember anything of the last 12 hours.
The robot repairs
itself.
Starn suddenly doubted
that the Klingons had anything at all to do with this.
P25 all of life was
a life-or-death conspiracy to an Andorian
P30 the Pathfinders
were a bit of an embarrassment to the Federation way back when. The Klingons
still like to bring them up whenever a condemnation vote against slavery
goes through the council
P55 the military types
are running around as if we're all Klingons in disguise
P83 early voyages
between Vulcan and Earth, and even Klinzhai, took months instead of days,
before dilithium's four-dimensional structure was discovered
P88 the Memory Prime
asteroid facility has warp engines to power a battery of photon torpedoes
powerful enough to hold back a fleet of Klingon battle cruisers as well
as defensive shields
P106 the Vulcan Sradek,
an eminent historian, analyzed the dynamics that led to the political
unification of the Jovian colonies, successful peace proposals for the
civil war on Katja II earned him the Nobel Peace Prize nomination, he then
went on to sit on the Sherman's Planet famine board of inquiry. The new
grain did not take hold on the planet as quickly as projected, the economic
ramifications in that quadrant were serious.
P133 Uhura explains
the antiquated marcocircuit boards - a 20 year old cruiser's circuit complex
after its been hit by a Klingon broad-beam disruptor while traveling at
warp seven, can drop the ship out of warp so fast that any quantum switches
tunneling when the ship hits normal space are liable to pop back
into existence three meters from where they should be. Old fashioned circuits
come out of rapid warp translation in the same shape they went into it.
We can rebuild every circuit on this ship by hand
P146 Commodore Wolfe
- what a load of tribble droppings
Uhura - Tribbles don't
leave droppings
P159 the Klingons
loved to tell the story of al Fred ber'nhard Nob'l, the tera'ngan inventor
who, as had happened so many times on so many worlds, once felt he had
gone too far and had created the ultimate weapon. Nob'l attempted to salve
his conscience and bring forth the best in humans by using the profits
from his inventions to award prizes in honor of the most outstanding achievements
in science and peace. Of course, in typical tera'ngan fashion, as the Klingons
were quick to point out, those profits were not set aside for that purpose
until after the inventor's death. In fact, and this invariably had the
Klingons brushing the tears of laughter from their eyes no matter how many
times they heard the story, the only real casualty of the great Terran
wars fueled by Nob'l's inventions over the century in which his prizes
were awarded, were the prizes themselves. Three times they were suspended
because of hostilities between nations. The third time, as Earth shuddered
beneath the multiple onslaughts of its warriors Klingons admired most -
k'Han and g'Reen - the suspended prizes were not resurrected, and lay buried
amid the ashes of so much of the Earth that the Klingons considered foul
and weak and better lost. Klingons had a bit more respect for events on
Alpha Centauri. The warlord Zalar Mag'nees, ruler of her planet's greatest
city state, established an elaborate educational system designed to attract
greatest intellects to the problems of war. Under her rule, with the brilliant
work of her honored scientists and engineers, the whole planet was soon
united, or conquered, as the Klingons told it, under one ruler, beginning
two centuries of peace. The Klingons bitterly regretted the circumstance
of history - to the Klingons' everlasting disappointment, when the tera'ngan
humans, too tired of war, made first contact with the centaur'ngan humans
long unschooled in war, peace was inevitable. Zeyafram Co'akran's brilliant
insights into warp theory. Joint colonization of the second life-bearing
world in the Centauran system was accomplished with goodwill. The Klingon
psychologists who had studied that abnormal enterprise felt the experience
was what had most influenced the incomprehensible optimism and peaceful
nature of the Federation when it was first formed.
Pressure was mounting
to offer the Klingons a chance to participate in the Nob'l and Z.Mag'nees
Prizes. The Klingons, no surprisingly, would have nothing to do with it.
The whole concept of the competition was alien and repugnant to them. The
Klingons did have their own competitions for scientific achievement that,
on first study, seemed somewhat similar to the Federation's awards; each
decade on Klinzhai, a great celebration was held for those workers who
had won the coveted Emperor's Decoration for Science in Aid of Destruction
of the Enemy.
The Klingons could
easily understand the concept of honoring the winners, but what they could
never comprehend was why, in the human competition, the losers were allowed
to live.
P217 the robots that
captured Scott and Kirk were more advanced than any Kirk has seen. If the
Romulans, or their suppliers, the Klingons, have come up with impressive
breakthroughs in robotics -
Spock points out that
every rapid breakthrough in Klingon science has followed the subjugation
of a technologically advanced culture. He doubts that Klingons could have
developed such technologies on their own, he is also skeptical of their
ability to conquer a race that had already developed them.
P255 Two wings of
eight Demon-class short range raiders are setting down by the shuttle dome
on the Memory Prime asteroid. Klingon demon raiders could never penetrate
this far. Wave after wave of ground assault troops could be seen streaking
out of the raiders' holds, thruster packs flaring behind them. The Klingons
totally jammed subspace. The residential dome is breached.
Andorian Commander
Farl to Andorian private - Be brave my little brother; revenge for our
deathss will fill the next thousand yearss of our planet'ss history. Thiss
great war may be but an illusion, but there iss still an enemy to fight
and glory to be won. Andorian combat dialect. Andorian whistles and clicks.
P304 the Andorian
girl working for the mysterious Klingon trader was an agent for the Federation.
She brought them information that he was planning an assassination at the
prize ceremonies.
Renegade by Gene DeWeese
P42 on Tyree’s world,
Neural, the technological advance had been the work of a small band of
Klingons, secretly doling out inventions, subverting the natives and stirring
up war.
P50 Delkondros, President
of Independence Council of Vancadia, shoots man with a projectile weapon.
Struck the man solidly. McCoy, examining the seriously wounded man, notices
the heart rate, even basic metabolic indications, are all wrong. He isn’t
a man at all! He’s a Klingon! Spock aware of Klingon presence earlier.
Delkondros is a Klingon,
too. Spock seemingly helpless in Delkondros’ iron grip. McCoy knocks Delkondros
out with a hyprospray. A guttural sound, almost a growl, welled up in the
President’s throat. He’s never used that drug on a Klingon before, doesn’t
know how long he’ll be out.
McCoy can’t leave
the other wounded man, even if he is a Klingon.
Spock – it is a logical
assumption that their next course of action will be to kill everyone here,
in order to keep their presence on this world a secret. A moment later
the deadly sizzle of a laser at the door.
The only lifeforms
that register where the 6 council members were now are Klingon.
P69 Carmody,
commander of the Chafee, a small explorer scout in the days before the
establishment of the Neutral Zone. Ignoring his subordinates’ urgings of
caution, he beamed down to the surface of Delar Seven, a primitive world
only parsecs from an area of known Klingon activity, in a hurry to check
out what proved later to be false readings indicating the presence of dilithium.
He and his crew found themselves in the middle of a pitched battle between
Klingon-sponsored forces and another native faction, and instead of beaming
out immediately, as the Prime Directive, and just plain common sense, demanded,
Carmody, when one of his party was wounded, took out his phaser and began
firing. He killed or wounded dozens before his men could overpower him
and get the entire party beamed back to their ship. The entire crew of
the Chafee had later gone missing in space.
Klingons certainly
explained why the situation between Chyrellka and Vancadia had gone to
the devil in less than 10 years. Unless Spock or McCoy can get word back
to the Enterprise chances were good that they’d succeed. And having the
Klingons succeed at anything was bad news. The last time they’d gone to
the trouble of passing one of themselves off as human, it had been in order
to poison a shipload of quadrotriticale on its way to a starving planet
they had designs on. No one knew how many would have died if they’d succeeded
in that little scheme.
Delkondros hatched
his hostage plot, and the other council members couldn’t talk him out of
it.
Vancadian council
member Tylmaurek has read about Klingons on Federation histories.
Spock – Once they
realize some council members have escaped, I would not discount the possibility
that they would go to your homes and wait for you to return. Nor would
it be at all out of character for them to take your families hostage in
an attempt to force you to give yourselves up.
McCoy added darkly
– And if you did give yourself up, they’ll most likely kill you and your
families. I wouldn’t put it past them. Life, even Klingon life, doesn’t
men much to them, unless it’s their own. Winning, that’s all that matters
to them. And to a Klingon, the winner is the one who’s still alive at the
end.
McCoy suddenly realized
that Klingons were even more alien to these people than to himself or Spock.
The history of Chyrellka wasn’t filled with the kind of villains, the Hitlers
and the Genghis Khans, that would prepare them for the Klingons. it was
hard to believe just how far the Klingons would go, that they would go
after totally innocent bystanders if it suited their purpose.
Tylmaurek – To go
to this much trouble, they have to have a reason, don’t they?
McCoy – You’d think
so, but I wouldn’t bet my life on it. At least, not any reason any of us
would recognize. Klingons do things for no more reason than sheer Klingon
cussedness. Hell, I’ve always thought that was the only reason that other
bunch had for stirring up trouble on Neural. What did they really get out
of it? Even if they’d been left alone, what would they have gotten out
of it, besides the pleasure of watching a couple of once-peaceful tribes
slaughter each other!
Spock – It would appear
at first glance that their pattern of behavior here in the Chyrellkan system
is generally similar.
Spock explained how
the Klingons had given advanced weapons to one tribe and then encouraged
it to make war on another.
The Klingons are the
source of the shield preventing transport. What if the Klingons have come
up with some new type of shield, something that doesn’t show up on the
tricorder?
Kaulidren – Now that
I have heard you speak of these Klingons and their disruptive ways, I can
see it. The Vancadians discovered a better interplanetary drive, or were
given it by these Klingons. four years ago. Delkondros agitating for instant
independence. First he attacked and destroyed a fleet of our own interplanetary
vessels. Attacked factory satellite. Something when wrong with new drive
and Vancadian ship destroyed itself before it could do more than minor
damage to factory. Delkondros had been overeager to use his first two ships.
Too impatient for new drive to be perfected. He attacked and lost his only
two fully operational ships. Attempted three more launches in the following
months. Shot down before they achieved orbit. The first one destroyed a
half dozen ships before it was downed. The so called inventor of the new
drive was conveniently killed in an early test flight.
P95 Delkondros was
first elected to the Council following the murder o f his chief opponent.
They put up Delkondros and killed the only other candidate who had a chance
of beating him. At least a hundred similar instances in the last five years.
Deaths, poisonings. It must have been the Klingons who were doing all the
killing.
It would be foolhardy
for even the mist human appearing Klingon to willingly board the Enterprise.
It would take only the most rudimentary of sensor scans to reveal his true
nature. Simple tricorder scan.
McCoy - What’s foolhardy
for a Vulcan might make perfect sense to a Klingon. Any race that considers
assassination to be an acceptable, an admired method of career advancement
is a race that has its bolts snugged down a little too tight for its own
good.
The unsatisfactory
conclusion of the Neural affair.
Since the Klingons
have given the Vancadians the shield and the improved drive, what’s to
stop them from giving them phasers to photon torpedoes? Very little, as
long as the Vancadians are willing to accept and use such things.
If the Klingons were
lurking about, monitoring communications, they would have known about the
council election and local political situation.
P108 a more sophisticated
shield than even the Klingons posses, undetectable to even Enterprise?
A preliminary review
of the records of our contacts with non-Fed worlds in the Chyrellkan sector
has revealed other indications of possible external influence. Nothing
is conclusive, but based on post experience, the Klingons are the most
likely to be involved.
P124 three lifeforms
have just entered the building. Two are human, third is Klingon, who is
carrying an energy weapon similar to the laser that was used earlier.
The Klingon looked
just as human as Delkondros had.
The injection, made
within inches of the brain, the Klingon had time to raise and fire his
laser before, his face just beginning to register rage, the Klingon fell.
P134 chances were
that Delkondros and the rest of the Klingons had known about Rohgan’s conspiracy
with the engineers from the start.
P137 smiling, Hargemon
thought of the Klingon battlecrusier that would be darting in to pick them
up when he and the commander and the others had completed their business
on the Chyrellkan system. The Klingon system Hargemon was using did not
have voice command capability. Was the whole project about to come down
around his head because of this primitive Klingon technology?
This was not the job
of the bungler he had taken the Klingon, Kelgar, to be. This was the work
of someone who knew precisely what he was doing. I see you’ve found it,
Kelgar’s grating voice came from somewhere. I’m not surprised, not disappointed.
I told the commander that you would very likely find it. It was the commander’s
idea.
Kelgar, in good Klingon
tradition, was about to assassinate his immediate superior, Hargemon. He
would put a different face on it for the commander, of course, but the
commander would accept it. The commander himself would soon be assassinated,
and the credit for bringing the Fed to its knees would go to a true Klingon.
Kelgar – The commander
and I were right in not trusting you, Hargemon. I set up blocks to keep
you from sending the reset code to the Enterprise. You would have destroyed
our entire project before it had even gotten a good start.
P147 the first, and
so far only, time they had encountered the Organians had been during another
conflict with the Klingons. a conflict that Kirk remembered uneasily could
have developed into a full-scale human-Klingon war.
They had to assume,
until proven otherwise, that it was something the Klingons or some new
ally of the Klingons had managed to accomplish.
Hargemon had underestimated
Kelgar. The Klingon must have realized almost instantly that the navigation
system was not working the way it should. It had probably taken him only
another instant to realize the reason: last-minute sabotage by Hargemon.
Little more than a minute had passed before Kelgar had righted the ship
and zoomed after the fleeing shuttle. Hargemon thought grimly Kelgar would
probably prefer to make the kill manually. Kelgar’s ship couldn’t enter
the atmosphere, at least not very far, and the beams form its energy weapons,
designed for the vacuum of space, would be blunted and scattered.
It had been obvious
that Kelgar had only scorn for such human precautions, but he had said
nothing.
Kelgar’s Klingon manufactured
sensors.
The Klingons had most
likely arrived within months of the Fed initial contact. Ht first rumors
of Chyrellka’s change of heart about Vancadian independence had started
about then, and the first timely death of a political candidate only months
later. Delkondros another year after that, as well as Kaulidren on Chyrellka.
Then obviously violent deaths. The Klingons destroyed the spaceports on
Vancadia.
The antimatter had
to come from the Klingons. two of the lifeforms near the antimatter register
as Klingon.
Blasted paranoid Klingons,
McCoy muttered, they think of everything. Hovercraft homing signal engineered
to prevent hijackings.
The Klingons and their
inborn suspicion and paranoia would prompt them to notify their commander
if an unscheduled and unexpected shuttle came in.
The tiny computer
that operated the shuttle’s controls and sensors overloaded by feedback.
Damn Klingon design. The manual controls were designed for Klingon strength,
not for mere humans.
P170 once the beacon
of the hijacked hovercraft had gone off, Klingons back in the city had
probably contacted their launch-site counterparts and sent them out to
kill the hijackers.
P177 the Klingons
were no longer coming after them. They had stopped their hovercraft 100
meters from shuttle preparing to launch, presumably watching and reporting
and asking for new instructions.
Starfleet as always
assumed Jason Carmody was killed or taken prisoner by the Klingons. he
is Kaulidren. He was taken prisoner by the Klingons after Delar Seven,
along with most of the Chafee’s personnel. But since he was already a prisoner
in a Fed ship’s brig, the Klingons were naturally curious. In the end they
reached a meeting of minds. Carmody found Klingon philosophy more compatible
with his own than the Fed’s. willful violation of the Prime Directive.
Lt. Commander Finney
is Carmody’s assistant. aka Hargemon.
P213 Kelgar is probably
the one controlling the computer now. Finney underestimated him in the
past, simply because he’s a Klingon. He tripped Finney up easily enough,
stabbed him in the back.
Carmody had essentially
become a Klingon, in command of a Klingon team of soldiers and scientists.
Carmody – Ability
is what counts with us, ability and loyalty. The Prime Directive ties a
starship captain’s hands and keeps the Fed from becoming a force to truly
be reckoned with, like the Klingon Empire. with me, with the Klingons,
you will get credit for your contributions, all for doing what any honorable
Klingon would do, for seeking justice on your own terms.
Finney, as Hargemon,
had worked out of contact with everyone but Carmody and Kelgar and a few
Klingons.
The original plan
was to get a starship captain, who requested the Chyrellkan request for
help in mediating, to fire on an unarmed ship. The computer records will
show that. Starfleet will be humiliated, in the future they will bend over
backward not to violate the Prime Directive. According to Carmody, that
will give the Klingons an edge. It will make the Fed more cautious, ripe
for a Klingon challenge, a challenge that Carmody was planning to lead.
Finney’s program would
allow Klingon ships to enter the Federation at will, controlling what the
Fed ships see, destroying them at their leisure. Kelgar and or Carmody
made changes to the program.
P232 Kelgar had inserted
changes into the program, a fragment here, a line there, Kelgar had hidden
the changes well, kept the code as simple as possible.
P240 Spock was impressed
by the sophistication of the Klingon programmer’s changes, under different
circumstance he would have enjoyed speaking to Kelgar about them.
P248 Commander Jason
Carmody, late of Starfleet, currently serving with a more congenial organization,
the Klingons.
That Klingons on their
own could have learned how to sabotage the Enterprise’s computer had not
been easy to believe.
P264 a second ship,
filled with Klingon technology, hovered less than a kilometer below Enterprise.
A limited range transporter to Enterprise, either Carmody or the Klingon
Kelgar, trying to restore power to the computer, to retake control.
P272 subspace signal
transmitted from vicinity of Klingon ship. Antimatter generator in Carmody’s
ship purposely overloaded. The dissipating cloud of what had been Carmody
and his Klingon manufactured ship.
Kirk – I guess they
didn’t want us to get our hands on Mr. Carmody.
No trace found of
the Klingon ship. We assume it altered its course as soon as it was out
of sensor range and managed to evade our search. Wouldn’t have been hard
to do, with only two Fed ships in area. They undoubtedly had their escape
well planned. It looks as if they delayed their departure only until they
were absolutely certain Carmody had failed. Delkondros and at least a dozen
others who may or may not have been Klingons masquerading as humans vanished
shortly after the surveillance ships were destroyed. We assume it
was an evacuation. The Klingons weren’t planning to give Carmody a second
chance. Even if he had succeeded, they would have found away to get rid
of him. Since he was so ready to betray the Federation, how could they
trust him not to betray the empire? Carmody was out for himself and no
one else. He fit right in with the Klingons. thought their advancement
by assassination way of doing things was just dandy and wouldn’t have hesitated
a second to use it himself.
Admiral Brady – Will
we ever be able to understand the Klingons? what are the chances the Klingons
took a copy of Finney’s program with them?
Kirk – Virtually a
certainty. But I doubt they’ll ever try to use it. For one thing, they
were undoubtedly listening in on everything that happened right up to the
second they took off, so they know that we’ll have protection against that
or any similar program. But even if they do, Finney’s helping Starfleet.
From the Depths by
Victor Milan
P16 the headquarters
had been hewn from lava rock by raw gouts of power. Only the floor had
been fused to a glassy smoothness. Walls and ceiling remained jagged, ready
to claw at the unwary.
Klingons were not
indifferent to comfort. But they liked to act as if they were.
The young ensign prostrated
himself on the polished black stone where he had been thrown by two burly
ratings. His face was young and pale. A burn glowed on one cheek. His beard
was still far from full.
Qeyn HoD wa’Dich he
said to the polished boots of the man who stood before him. We lost two
craft, PajwI’ and ‘urng died with them. The herd beasts ran again, First
Captain. The fault is mine. We failed.
A rumble ran through
the officers assembled at the captain’s back. They had been on this accursed
planet for nearly half a Klingon year, fighting with one arm tied against
a foe far more resolute and resourceful than their allies. Frustration
and the grinding discomfort of life on this hot, wet, foul world was beginning
to eat away at morale.
Captain of the First
Rank Kain, good left eye, patch over right eye. Long chin, shaven clean
in a departure from the normal Klingon style. As if to compensate, his
mustache swept dramatically to either side of full lipped mouth. Tal, broad
in the chest and shoulders, narrow hips, striking figure.
Black-gauntleted tip
of a thumb. Resonant voice, far smoother than the usual guttural Klingon
snarl. Those who didn’t know him sometimes made fun of what they considered
his prissy mode of speech. Once.
Curious circular,
multiple-bladed weapon slung at his waist.
The ensign lowered
his cranial ridge to the floor.
I request permission
to die by my hand, to atone for my failure.
Kain – Denied. We
are few, too few to waste. luHoHta’
The last was spoken
over his shoulder to his aide, a handsome young woman who wore the insignia
of a senior lieutenant on her gold rank sash.
The ensign is sentenced
to ten minutes’ confinement in the QIghpej. The agonizer booth, which directly
stimulated the pain center of the brain, ten minutes a virtual eternity.
Yet it would mean he lived, and kept honor intact.
Such lenience was
an act of grandmotherly kindness.
A heavy face twisted
in a snarl and a heavy hand snatched for a phaser – Your father’s
toadying to the tera’ngan turned you soft and spineless as they are! The
grizzled operations officer roared. Die, worm!
Sudden gout of blood
around the kligat, the curious throwing weapon that was suddenly lodged
between his beard and the collar of his tunic.
For a moment Kain
stood looking down at the would-be mutineer as his life gushed onto polished
black stone
That kligat slew my
bond-brother, Juk. It’s really more than you deserved.
He wiped the weapon
carefully clean on Juk’s tunic. He held it negligently in his hand.
Kain - Is anyone else
inclined to mistake judiciousness for weakness? Let us not forget what
we do here. We have not come to wrest this planet form the lost tera’ngan
on behalf of our foolish allies. When the time comes we shall take it for
ourselves.
He made a snatching
gesture with his free hand. The others nodded and growled assent. This
was how a Klingon talked. Juk must have been crazy.
Kain – It matters
little how the war goes. All that matters is that it goes. We are here
to forge the weapons that will split the hated Federation asunder, here
to serve the Devil in the Sea. And we are bait. Set to draw the Earther
who has done our empire more harm than any other.
Kain hauled the ensign
to his feet by the back of his torn tunic and sent him stumbling toward
luHoHta’ with a shove. She caught his arm and held him upright without
deigning to show strain.
Kain – Already the
rock rolls downhill, gathering momentum. Our allies have summoned the Federation,
thinking it is their own idea. When that rock strikes bottom, it will crush
the man who cost me my eye and my brother. We are the stone upon which
James Kirk and his Enterprise shall be broken!
P22 Scotty is reading
a Klingon dictionary. It showed a column of English phrases accompanied
by transliterations of equivalent phrases in the alien tongue. It made
Kirk’s throat hurt just to read the rasping consonants, harsh gutturals,
and glottal stops. Then the sounds came together in his mind and he raised
an astonished gaze.
Kirk – Regardless
of what Captain-Lieutenant Korax said back at Station K-7, half the sector
is not learning Klingon. You’ll remember we got the better of them pretty
decisively on that occasion, not to mention a few times since.
Scott smiles at the
reminiscence – I guess we taught those Sassenach to speak ill of the Enterprise.
With the Klingons giving technical assistance to the Romulans, and then
this latest round of peace talks with the Fed, there’s a great lot of Klingon
engineering manuals floatin’ around.
Waterworld Okeanos,
natives Susuru. A meter and half tall, Walked on toes of long slender forelegs,
hind legs were held together at the rear of long narrow torso. Slim hands
at body’s centerline. Huge forward looking eyes, wide nostrils, honey-colored
fur. Crested skull, ears high.
P43 what dangerous
life-form is Sulu transporting? Denebian slime devils? Tribbles?
Orion dance-fighting
P59 A lot of older
Starfleet officers spoke of Cornelius Wayne, Fed Council member for Jotunhein
and notable foe of Starfleet, wit the fondness they usually reserved for
Orion pirates, Klingons, and the catastrophic decay of dilithium crystals.
P68 there is a Klingon
battlecruiser orbiting Okeanos, Chekov said in wonder. It’s magnificent,
said Federation Commissioner for Interspecies Affairs Moriah Wayne.
The vessel is broadcasting
a standard Klingon recognition sequence. Kirk made a sound low in his throat.
Wayne – What are they
doing here?
Kirk – No good, no
doubt.
A snarl of syllables
that sounded like a lion gargling came – taj may’Duj tlhIngan wo’
The translator kicked
in – Imperial Klingon Battlecruiser Dagger. Leave the system at once or
you will be destroyed.
They are not transmitting
any visuals.
A face appeared on
the screen. It was darkly handsome, notwithstanding the bony ridge that
thrust up from the crown of the skull to part heavy black hair that hung
to broad shoulders. A long face, gaunt almost, with black mustaches sweeping
down to either side of a full-lipped mouth and jutting narrow chin. A pale
scar slashed down from the high forehead and across the right eye to gouge
deeply into the cheek .the eye itself was covered with a black patch.
His good eye more than made up for its lack of a partner. It was hot and
black as the core stuff of a sun. energy and dangerous charisma seemed
to shine from him like hard radiation.
Kain – We tender fraternal
assistance to the natives of this world, who are being unjustly oppressed
by members of your race.
McCoy – This from
the galactic experts on the subject.
Kain – Captain Kirk!
Welcome! You honor us with your presence. I see that the years have been
kinder to you than they generally are to members of your species.
Kain settled back
in his command chair, which had the shaggy black and purple pelt of some
animal thrown over it. He wore the customary Klingon jerkin of silver mesh
and over it the gold sash of his rank.
Kirk was trying not
to stare. It was not the Klingon way to so much as offer greetings. Here
was a Klingon being effusive.
A black-gauntleted
hand dropped to the hilt of a curious multi-bladed knife slung at the Klingon’s
waist.
Kain – Much time has
passed since last we met in the flesh, Kirk. I am Kain, now Captain of
the First Rank and officer commanding the Klingon Imperial advisory detachment
to this unhappy world.
Kirk sat back in his
chair as if the other had reached through the screen and punched him in
the sternum. Kain! The years, the savage scar, Kirk thought he could just
recognize the youthful junior lieutenant, fresh-faced for a Klingon and
painfully eager to prove himself, who had stared out from behind his father’s
shoulders in the receiving line.
Kirk – The Axanar
peace conference. It has been a long time.
Kain – Our paths have
crossed since then. I was a senior lieutenant on the Fist of Retribution
at Endikon. I commanded a certain landing party.
Kirk goggled – That
was you? I can’t laugh now. I have to keep a straight face!
Kain – We Klingons
believe that third meetings are fateful.
Kain speaks from mission
on Homesward, the chief island of the Susuru archipelago.
He smoothed a wing
of his mustache with a thumb.
Kain – Klingon generosity
is widely known.
Kirk – That’s true.
It was known in precisely the same way Klingon mercy was, for the purity
of its absence.
Kain – We have come
to help them, with strong hands and strong hearts. Why would they summon
Earthers? He was able to keep most of the contempt from his voice.
Kain laughed. It was
a hearty, rich laugh. It put Kirk in mind of flaying knives and white-hot
pokers. He smiled, his teeth were very white.
Kain – So they do
not slight us. It is good. You arrival greatly eases my mind. The situation
here is highly volatile, skirmishes and worse occur daily. Surely with
your powerful assistance we will find a peaceable solution to the problems
of this world.
Kirk – Captain-First,
it’s an honor to speak with you.
P73 Kain – The remarkable
Mr. Spock.
Kain walked up to
the commissioner, took her hand, and raised it to his lips. Her hand looked
fragile and white against his black gauntlet.
P76 Kain is at meeting
of Susuru Lead Walker Swift and Wayne, to advise Swift. Their experiences
of your fellow Earthers has been anything but reassuring.
Swift – With the aid
of our friends from far stars, we shall mount a mighty offensive and scour
your folk from the face of the planet!
P79 Spock – If they
have had extensive dealings with the Klingons, perhaps they have grown
wary of spacefaring cultures in general.
Wayne- Captain Kain
is obviously a ma of great integrity and sensitivity.
Kirk – Those aren’t
traits the Klingon culture values highly.
P88 Wayne – The Fed
has had wars with the Klingons and Romulans and Gorn.
P92 Kirk to Wayne
– You make Kahless the Unforgettable look like Talleyrand.
P116 since the Klingons
arrival the Susuru had become aggressive about launching over the horizon
missile attacks to test the Discordian antimissile defenses. So far these
had proven excellent.
Would the Klingons
give their clients nuclear weapons? Kain was a rogue, but no account had
ever made Kain out to be a fool. Not even the fact that Kirk had bested
him on Endikon, Kirk had been quicker then, that was all. Introducing nukes
to a planetary conflict would bring a fed battlefleet at warp eight, with
the full weight of the Organian Peace treaty to back them up.
P120 Ms. Aileea dinAthos’s
family’s ranch was raided by Stilters two weeks ago. They killed her father
and sank the house. Or maybe these Klingons of yours did it, they used
one of their off-world energy beams that makes a man vanish if it so much
as brushes him.
P125 the three power
sources are imperfectly shielded mobile matter-antimatter generators of
standard Klingon issue. Scotty shuddered at the shoddiness of Klingon design.
Any decent m/am unit converts output into usable energy with 100 percent
efficiency.
P135 Captain of the
first Rank Kain.
Kain – Okeanos a harsh
world, not unlike my own. Exacting environments.
McCoy- Klingon is
cold and dry.
Kain – the very ferocity
of the world adds savor, do you not think? Beauty without danger is insipid,
like a rose without a thorn.
McCoy – I thought
the Klingon appreciation for natural beauty ran along the lines of ‘Up
on that crag a few well-armed warriors could stand off an army.’
Kain’s molten-amber
baritone. Kain offers Commissioner Wayne his helping hand over the rocks.
McCoy – Beware of
Romulans bearing gifts and polite Klingons.
P139 ignoring the
fact that the field was cultivated, the Klingon flyer settled down, crushing
several rows of bushes into the soil. Showing no concern Kain leapt down
from the craft and assisted Wayne out after him.
Spock – The Klingons
seem a bit abrupt for fraternal advisers.
Kirk – Klingons have
a different concept of brotherly love than the rest of us.
Wayne and the Klingon
captain walking side by side, close together, speaking very earnestly.
Kain only smiled back
encouragingly, if a Klingon’s smile could be said to be encouraging.
Swift thrust his muzzle
at Kain – Our friends from the stars, they give us much, show us much.
Kirk – Introducing
advanced weaponry to a planetary conflict constitutes a violation of the
Organian Peace Accords. The Discordians describe new weapons being used
that sound like phasers.
Kain – My people are
warriors, Kirk, as you’re well aware. They are under strict orders not
to violate the Peace Accords. Nonetheless, in the heat of battle, their
blood might overwhelm even their sense of duty.
Kirk – I trust the
usual Draconian standards of Klingon discipline will be applied.
Kain fingered the
hilt of the bladed weapon at his belt – Of course.
Kain – The Susuru
are apt pupils. Properly stimulated, they have a marked talent for tactical
innovation. The Earther colonists can expect no one of surprises in the
not-too-distant future.
P146 Hagbard’s Select,
brown liquid, Susuru local fierce whiskey
McCoy – I’d swear
that silver-tongued Klingon bastard is beating your time.
Kirk – Do you really
think that’s likely?
McCoy – Klingons and
humans are anatomically compatible, reproductively speaking, much as it
might gripe them to admit it.
McCoy – How did that
Klingon son of a gun Kain get to be so damned smooth, anyway? Most Klingons
think etiquette means you don’t wipe your hands on your sash after you
stab the person next to you at the dinner table. Most Klingons talk like
a handful of gravel being shaken on a washboard. This one has a voice Wu
Shanxi [the Fed’s leading operatic baritone] would kill for.
Kirk – He does show
a lot of polish for a Klingon. You contradicted him over the similarity
of Discord and his homeworld and he didn’t even try to kill you.
Kirk – His father
was a diplomat.
McCoy – I didn’t know
the Klingons grew any of those.
Kirk – They don’t,
many. But even a fanatical warrior culture needs a negotiator sometimes.
And given the stakes that’re liable to be involved wherever Klingons are
concerned, they tend to be good ones. Kain accompanied his father to a
conference I attended, when I was still at the Academy. Axanar. His father
was a big man, imposing, very dignified. aside from height, Kain doesn’t
look a thing like him.
P150 Krodan, QoDang.
Kirk – I think that’
why Kain is such a swashbuckler, trying to compensate for the dishonor
of his father’s occupation. In his heyday Krodan was one of the 4 or 5
most powerful men in the Empire.
On planet Endikon,
Kirk and Kain never saw each other. Kirk was Lieutenant on Farragut, after
Captain Garrovick died. Fed and Klingons were vying for the right to trade
for life-extending pharmaceuticals from yet another crabby, zealous race
with bony heads. The Klingon captain sent a party down to steal a valuable
holy relic to hold for ransom. It disappeared before they had the chance
to take it. Kirk removed it himself, for safekeeping. The local authorities
had been tipped off. The Klingon group walked right into their arms. Repercussions
blew them clean off the planet. The party was commanded by a kid ensign,
Kain. Given the usual Klingon response to failure, that was a pretty rough
trick top play on a kid.
Kirk – that wasn’t
the kind of thing I thought about back then, when I was young and wild
and full of beans.
McCoy – My old friends
the Capellans are even crankier than Klingon, as that Klingon spy found
out. Kras. Killed by kligat.
McCoy – It they’ve
got many more like Kain, we’re in a peck of trouble.
P151 There’s only
one Qeyn HoD wa’DIch.
Kirk said, making
fairly heavy weather of the Klingon.
P157 What will Kirk
do if the Klingon ship in orbit fires at Discordians? Warn her. If she
doesn’t stop, I’ll blast her out of orbit. That kind of intervention is
way outside the rules and the Klingons know it.
P174 Kain toast –
To the success of your mission and the return of peace to this planet.
The Klingon mission
was headquartered in bunkers blasted out of the lava of cliffs on the coast
not far from Swift’s capital. Klingon doctrine preached austerity and resistance
to discomfort, but the Klingons weren’t deranged on the subject. Or at
least Kain wasn’t. he kept the rock-walled bunkers air-conditioned to approach
the norm of the Klingon homeworld. He warmed it a few degrees to Earth
temperature. Kain was a most considerate host.
Kain well aware the
Susuru not native to the planet.
Torches burn in black
iron sconces on the walls
Kain had a greyhound
build, long-legged, narrow at hip and belly, big in the chest and shoulders.
Kain invites Commissioner
Wayne to dinner, Susuru wine, steamed sweet grasses and broiled fillets
of the white flesh of some sea beast, served with an stringent green sauce.
It did not accord with the reputation Klingon cuisine enjoyed in the federation
for being as fierce as the warriors who ate it.
Kain’s one good eye
was looking at her in just the right way, forthright, challenging, yet
not judgmental.
Kain – The duty of
the warrior is to serve. To obey, in the interests of the greater good.
Is it otherwise in the Federation?
He turned the wineglass
in fingers that seemed to her capable of crushing it at a squeeze. She
had never known a man as powerful as this.
Kain – We Klingons
practice abnegation of the self in service of the whole. He smiled. Doubtless
you are more advanced than we.
He shook his splendid
black-maned head.
Kain’s lips curved
in a bitter smile – The Susuru are peaceful folk, they have no skill at
bloodletting. We are mighty warriors, but we are also few. The settlers
are violent criminals.
Kain’s voice rang
with the steel of command.
His lone eye bored
through her like a neutronium drill
Kain – Everything
I do, I do for the good of this world, and the Susuru to whom it belongs.
We can watch the fury of the storm and revel in the wild power of this
world.
Kain threw back his
head and laughed, it was not the polite laugh he showed the Earthers, hearty
as it seemed to them. It was a full-throated Klingon laugh, wild and raw,
like the roar of an elemental beast.
P179 luHoHta’ Sogh
nuqneH = Lieutenant Lu Kok Tak, what do you want?
Qeyn HoD wa’DIch,
she replied, speaking his main and rank and offering the appropriate salute.
Lu Kok Tak was a tall
young woman who bore the insignia of a senior lieutenant. She had a straight
nose and high, slanting cheekbones. Most Klingons would have called her
features overfine, indeed, insipid. Kain found her quite appealing. But
then, everybody said he had degenerate tastes, from long contact with Earthers.
Her name had the meaning, poetic and evocative to Klingon ears, of They
killed him. It hearkened back to the upshot of a particularly glorious
episode in the long history of her clan.
Lu – The monitors
functioned perfectly. The whole disgusting scene is recorded.
Kain – maj.
She stood beside the
table, distaste twisting her face. She spilled the food deliberately onto
the white cloth that had been laid across the table of native hardwood.
Lu – Why do you subject
yourself to such insipid filth? Where is the pipius claw, where the good
serpent worm? The thlIngan food? Do you now find pale tera’ngan meat more
to your liking?
Kain – Lieutenant,
you are an exemplary officer and have made yourself highly useful to me.
You are of the lineage of the tlheDon, my first captain, to whom I owe
a heavy dent of blood. Still, do not take it upon yourself to presume too
much upon my tolerance, luHoHta’.
She lowered her head,
but her strong jaw worked. Kain walked to her, put his hand under her chin,
and raised her face.
Lu – Why do you degrade
yourself, catering to this foolish Earther woman? She is no part of the
plan. What of your vengeance?
Kain scowled. She
did not give ground.
Kain – It is my plain,
it was my conception. It is mine to implement. Vengeance, too, must wait.
For all that they
were bound by an iron discipline that knew neither mercy nor exception,
it was unheard of for a Klingon to place anything in the way of revenge.
Not even duty.
Kain –Who are you
to talk of my vengeance? Who? The last word was a bark that rocked her
back on her boot heels.
Kain – Do you think
I do not know what Kirk has cost me? When my mission failed on Endikon,
and my party was discovered and trapped by the local authorities, it was
my captain on whom the bulk of the blame fell. Your grandfather, Kledon.
A superior is responsible for the failures of his underlings. Mine cost
him his life. I was permitted to atone by putting out my own eye with a
red-hot dagger. That was the first debt I own to James Kirk. and then,
two years ago, his allies in Capella IV murdered QaS, my brother, with
this very weapon!
The lieutenant stood
listening with head bowed. She had heard this story before. But a Klingon
did not interrupt her superior officer. Especially when he was Qeyn, and
when this mood was on him.
Then why do you delay,
my captain? Blurted Lu Kok Tak.
bortaS bIr jablu’DI’reH
QaQqu’ nay
Revenge is a dish
that is best served cold
Lu – My grandfather
is 20years cold. Your eye is 20 years gone. How much colder must your vengeance
be before you dine?
Kain – There is more
at stake here. This planet is rich beyond imagining in resources. Our empire
is poor. Our enemies are richer than we and more numerous. This planet
is not merely an instrument in my hands that I can use up in the fulfillment
of my vengeance and toss away like an empty wrapper. It is a treasure,
which must be secured for the Empire. As for my revenge, it will come.
But how much sweeter will the destruction of the Enterprise and her captain
James Kirk taste, when captain and ship have disgraced themselves and their
Federation by playing party to the destruction of a colony of their own
Earthers?
P193 Discordian Aileea
shoots a young Klingon with an ensign’s emblem on his sash. Blood streaming
down his face from a gouge on his cranial crest. He staggered back with
half a dozen holes in his chest. He clutched at himself and collapsed to
the deck.
Aileea – They killed
my father, the ridgeheads, the Kofirlar. For 40 years we fought the Stilters.
Now these Klingons have come, and everything has changed. They’re promising
the Stilters the means to wipe us off the planet. If they can’t get you
to do the job for them.
P205 the great hardwood
table in the Klingon’s underground chamber. Kain stood beside the table
with one arm folded across his chest, the other elbow propped upon it,
the palm cupping his chin.
Kain – This will end
as so many similar episodes have ended, with more Earther perfidy. Another
helpless native race beaten down by human arrogance, another planet falling
victim to human greed. A piquant irony, don’t you think, that your human-dominated
Fed favors even its outlaws over the natives they exploit. The men of Starfleet
stick together. It’s just a fact of life.
P208 the ‘ur’ a spiny
rock lizard from a little visited world of the Klingon Empire, produced
a neurotoxin that had the property of putting all its victim’s physical
processes on hold, for 100 seconds. Then begin to function again with no
memory of any interruption, or of the preceding few minutes. Delivered
via small gold tube pressed to neck.
Commissioner Wayne
transports a nuclear bomb, a dark metallic cylinder, from Klingons to Discordian
city of Harmony, killing three quarters of a million people
P218 Kirk notices
the striking young Klingon woman on the Enterprise, just before she stuns
him.
P220 Moriah Wayne
and a pack of surly Klingons. The weapon had been set on the lightest possible
stun, but the crude calibration of Klingon weaponry meant Kirk had still
taken a pretty hefty jolt. Pounding headache and roiling stomach.
The flower of Klingon
femininity who had stunned him caught a fistful of his shirt, hauled him
upright, and slammed him up against the wall. She pinned him there with
a forearm bar across the throat.
Senior Lt. Lu Kok
Tak – I want to kill you, but my captain reserves that right for himself.
You cost him his captain, his eye, and his brother.
Lu Kok Tak gave Wayne
a look as if she’d like to take a crack at her.
Kirk – Klingons aren’t
usually the first people I’d look to for setting things right.
Shall we leave a guard?
The Klingon woman asked. She obviously did not like the taste asking Wayne
for orders left in her mouth.
The lieutenant nodded
curt agreement.
Wayne went out, followed
by Lu Kok Tak and her two male Klingon escorts. They weld him into the
storage compartment.
Lt. Lu stared at that
pale throat and longed to crush it. To endure the usual Earther pronunciation
of her name was bad enough. Lu was grossly over familiar, ht child name
her grandmother called her by before she was even blooded as a hunter in
the cold hills of Klingon.
Lu considered herself,
unarmed, the equal of a male Earther warrior, if not his better. One of
their pallid flabby women was beneath her contempt. But the lieutenant
must let her live, for now. Not for this arrogant Earther’s sake, but out
of obedience to Kain.
It shall be as you
wish, she said huskily, and thought about dishes best served cold.
The turbolift doors
opened. Klingons burst upon the bridge. The security men wheeled. One clawed
for his phaser and was shot down himself before he got the weapon clear.
The other launched himself at the man who had stunned his partner and grappled
with him, trying to wrest the weapon from his grip. Lt. Lu Kok Tak stepped
from the lift, saw the two struggling, and fired her phaser at them, both
fell. Sulu entered a quick code into the helm then jumped up reaching for
his own phaser. The Klingon lieutenant caught the motion for the corner
of her eye. She spun toward him, dropping to one knee. His beam whined
over her head, her’s dead-centered his chest. He dropped. There were half
a dozen Klingons still standing. They covered the entire bridge with their
phasers. Lu reached back and pulled the manual override next to the turbolift,
preventing hostile parties reaching the bridge. She smiled. Earthers did
some things right. A Klingon ran to the helm and stabbed at buttons with
his finger. Then he turned and snarled syllables at Lu.
P225 Her lips writhed
back from her teeth. The yIntag has locked the board. The controls will
not respond.
P227 those Klingon
phasers must have more of a kick to them than Kirk had ever realized. The
only part of his body that had any energy at the moment was his chest muscle
where the Klingon had shot him. That kept twitching. Still numb limbs.
So Kain had been up
to some skullduggery all along, that was not exactly a surprise.
A waver in air, a
spill of gold. A new Klingon stood on the bridge next to the helm. He was
of medium height, with black hair hanging lank from his cranial ridge,
in the breast pocket of his tunic he wore a sheath of serpent-worm skin,
to protect the fabric from wear by his light stylus and other small instruments.
There was that about him which said he was a computer technician.
P229 Q’reygh will
figure out how to unlock the fire-control console long before the other
tera’ngan have discovered anything is wrong. he nodded and smiled at Wayne.
He was so impressed with her that he kept nodding and smiling until Lu
reached out from behind and rapped him smartly on the ridge with her fingertips.
He whined a peevish complaint. Then he got down to work
Kain sits in his hide-covered
chair in his underground command post, watching events on Enterprise bridge.
P2312 Wayne sat in
he char of command with Lu on one side and a giant Klingon brute on the
other. These Klingons could be a fairly coarse lot, but she could clearly
see the innate nobility in them.
Kain was bearing the
delay with far less grace. He was slumping, frowning and drumming fingers
on the arm of his chair when the lumpy tech sat upright with a cry of pItl!
= It’s done!
Lu jumped for the
helm, she’d been itching to fire a ship’s main phasers her whole life.
Lu had a magnified overhead view of the city Storm up on the viewscreen.
The picture scrolled this way and that as she spun the trackball mounted
on the console, looking for targets. Ht tip of her tongue protruded from
her mouth in concentration.
Wayne to Uhura – Contact
the inhabitants, or I’ll have him hake you by the scruff of your neck.
The big Klingon growled.
Sulu was reluctantly
returning to consciousness. He muttered, which earned him a gouge in the
ribs with a truncheon from one of the two Klingons who stood flanking him.
Lu succeeded in locking
on to her target. With a triumphant cry she slammed the heel of her hand
down on the firing switch.
Lu gave Wayne a lethal
look and then a Can-I-kill-her-now look to her real commander onscreen.
Kain gave a minute shake of his head.
Kain – Forgive her,
Moriah. She is young, her natural exuberance has the better of her.
Wayne was disappointed,
she had expected better discipline than this from the Klingons.
Behind Kain Klingons
were visible moving purposefully about.
A command to beat
Chekov unconscious quivered on the tip of her tongue.
P235 Gurg was a Klingon
rating whose MOS was being big and ugly. A task for which nature had generously
equipped him. He stood right up next to the command chair, phaser in hand,
intimidating these Denebian slime-devils-who walked-like-men with scowls
from brows that didn’t so much beetle as battleship. He was a man who loved
his work, and he was an artist at it.
The Earther bridge
design, something a good thlIngan could appreciate, at least one who thought
a bit more profoundly about such things than Gurg. Gurg was more the direct
experimental type. Kirk phasers Gurg unconscious.
Lu was already spinning
to draw her own sidearm she was fast as a leopard. She was smart, too.
As she came around she took a step to the right and went to one knee to
spoil her enemy’s targeting solution. Kirk's blast struck the biceps of
her weapon arm. The phaser dropped from her fingers. She was a blur of
motion, flying forward at him. Her boot scythed around and kicked the phaser
spinning from his hand.
Uhura stood up abruptly.
The Klingon standing watch over her communications station gaped at her
impertinence. She kneed him in the groin. As he bent double, she seized
his head by the hair and dragged his face down to meet he other knee coming
up. Then she let him go. He staggered back ward, trying to clutch himself
in two places at once. He backed into the technician, who was standing
there looking befuddled.
Ferocious Klingon
instinct took over. Still clutching himself with one hand, the guard half
turned and began striking savagely at what he took for his new antagonist
with the other. The tech wailed and fell on his rump.
Sulu pivoted and plucked
the truncheon from the inattentive fingers of the Klingon on his left.
He drove its heavy brass head into the solar plexus of the Klingon to his
right. He stopped an overhand right to the head by whacking the Klingon
hard on the inside of the attacking forearm. Then he slammed the truncheon
upside the Klingon’s head. The Klingon went down.
Lu had Kirk trapped
in the Jeffries tube. She was firing knees into him, trying to crush his
groin. He managed a desperate shove with a boot to her midriff. She reeled
back three steps and caught herself. Before she could start forward again
Kirk was on her, fists up. Screaming with fury she struck at his face.
She could only use her left hand, her right still dangled. She cocked her
hand to strike for his eyes, fingers clawed. Kirk’s jab caught her right
on her fine, narrow-bridged nose and broke it.
Lu straightened, eyes
wide, blood pouring down her upper lip. The slimy Earther had actually
hurt her. Then the slimy Earther caught her with an overhand right to the
jaw. Bone crunched. She fell in a graceless sprawl.
Sulu battered down
the Klingon he had poked in the belly with his own stick.
The bridge was clear
of functional enemies.
P240 Security began
to shackle the unconscious Klingons and carry them out.
Lu’s hands were bound
behind her. She swayed and glared at Kirk – It was luck that let you beat
me, she spat. Luck alone!
She spat Klingon gutturals
at him and tried to writhe free.
Petite blonde security
woman van Pelt gripped the Klingon’s left arm just above the elbow and
squeezed. Lu stiffened.
We know just how to
handle her.
Sensors report only
a skeleton crew on board the battlecruiser
P244 in the bottom
of a sea trench was a big Klingon battlecrusier. Instead of the attenuated
turtle-with-wings shape of the classic Klingon may’Duj, this ship was a
gigantic blocky arrowhead, its nose and wingtips truncated at blunt angles.
It gave an impression of terrible strength. She must mass a quarter-million
tonnes. She was hidden with great skill, under an enormous mass of water,
metal walls, fluctuating magnetic field.
Zellich and Tenny
were drugged and taped up in the Enterprise transporter room.
P248 Qeyn HoD wa’DIch
settled himself in his captain’s chair. The thrill of impending battle
sang in his veins, ht rush all true Klingons found more addicting than
any drug. Moriah Wayne stood at his side. He paid her no attention.
Kain – Get me Kirk!
I want to watch his face as he dies! He threw back his head and laughed.
If they had kissed
a wall, his helmsman would kiss his kligat. He had not waited and worked
and forborne so long to have his wild ride ended before it fair began.
Instrument officer
reported – a small craft rammed us near the outboard starboard impulse
drive nozzle. No damage.
Wayne snuggled happily
against his powerful biceps.
Kain – Captain Kirk,
we meet again. Prepare to die. my intent has always been peaceful. I shall
not know peace until you are dead. I am about to kill you. Than I shall
be a peacemaker indeed.
Kain – Behold my ship,
5 years in the building, at a yard so secret the Fed had no inkling of
its existence, until eight of our months ago. Then we caught one of your
robot probes skulking about. We had to assume the facility was compromised.
Our discovery of this world was a gift of Destiny. It enabled us to bring
her here and conceal her at the bottom of the sea, where you would never
find her with all your sensors and spycraft, while finishing touches were
applied. She is a prototype battleship. I helped design her myself. When
we have destroyed you, she and I, she will have proven herself worthy to
spawn a long line of warcraft. Monster you called her, and you spoke truly.
I have the discretion of naming this vessel. I have held off doing so,
since it is most propitious to name a ship on the very brink of battle,
that she may be christened in enemy blood. I am a generous man. So I shall
honor the superstitions of your friends and allies.
P250 I name her bIQ’a’
veqlarg’a’ . Great Demon of the Ocean. Or to be succinct, Leviathan. Coming
to kill you. Phasers fire! 5000 meters of water still lay above Leviathan.
No matter, the water molecules in the path of her phaser beams simply ceased
to exist. The weapons bored twin holes through the water and leapt toward
space.
Chekov – The power
of those weapons is unbelievable!
The Klingon beams
winked out. Their batteries exhausted.
Leviathan could not
move fast enough to escape the searing caress of Enterprise’s main battery.
Her shields flared flickered, and fell. Her armor was thick and tough but
it simply vanished in puffs of superheated gas at the touch of those energy
lances. Leviathan’s phaser bank accumulators are approaching full charge.
Enterprise shields won’t stand up long to what he’s mounting.
Kirk – Kain’s liable
to greet us with a spread of disruptor bolts.
Sulu – we hurt him.
Chekov – The next
time he hits us, he’s liable to finish us.
Kain smelled smoke
on Leviathan’s bridge and frowned. He had heard screams when Enterprise’s
beams struck home. It took a lot to make a Klingon scream. Screams and
smoke, not good. Damage reports showed he had taken heavy losses in lives
and metal. But Leviathan had both in profusion.
Kain to Moriah, not
hiding his contempt – If you were a Klingon, lack of fear would be a given,
not a virtue.
P254 Vang, tactical
officer. At weapons console. Vang hesitated to offer opinions to a man
with Kain’s reputation, either as a tactician or as a man possessed of
a dangerously unpredictable temper. One time at which Kain’s temper was
absolutely predictable, though, was when his orders were not obeyed instantly
and fully.
Vang – Enterprise
is wounded, but remains a dangerous foe.
Kain - Fagh!
You are as vague as an Earther. Tell me something I can use, damn you.
Vang – We can wait,
remain stationary, let him come to us. We outgun Enterprise.
Kain leaned forward,
a dangerous shine in his eye.
Kain – You are advising
us to sit passively and wait? What are we, Susuru, that we fear to seize
the initiative? Is this the best you have to offer, Tactical Officer? Perhaps
you would prefer to watch the final battle from outside the ship, without
the encumbrance of a suit.
Vang turned ashen
He rushed the words
from himself, fearful of saying them, but more fearful of holding back.
Vang – Response times
for Fed crews are consistently quicker than our own. We can negate that
advantage if we can dictate the instant at which the engagement begins
and then get close enough that our greater firepower can quickly overwhelm
our foe.
Kain – I begin to
believe you can think, Vang. Well done.
Neutrino baffle on
outboard starboard impulse drive, at stern, on Leviathan, damaged, allows
trail of neutrinos, and ship, to be tracked.
12 Klingons on battlecruiser
Dagger, 2 on bridge, 4 in engineering, 6 manning phaser and disruptor batteries.
Klingons at weapons stations are split into two groups of three. They can
be isolated in place.
Kirk sends message
to dagger, three minutes to lower their shields and stand by to be boarded.
Receives standard abuse in reply.
Enterprise fires on
Dagger until her shields go down, then Kirk, Sulu, and 6 Security volunteers,
with phasers and body armor, beam over.
The Klingon bridge
took form, cramped and dark.
A portly Klingon lieutenant
with a fringe beard stood talking to the slight Captain-Third in the command
chair. A warrant sat at the helm.
Toothy Os of surprise
Kirk and van Pelt
take bridge. Sulu secures engineering. Herring is down doesn’t look good.
Kirk sat in the Dagger’s
captain’s chair. Van Pelt wrapped restrains around three hairy sets of
Klingon wrists, who were beginning to stir and make seismic noises deep
in their bellies. Transported over to Enterprise.
A blast of Klingon
vocables came from the intercom. The Klingons remaining on board the dagger
have activated anti-intrusion screens. Prevents beaming in or out of their
position in weapons area.
Kirk snapped up a
cover beneath his right palm and depressed a rocker switch, a klaxon sounded.
All compartments are now sealed by vacuum proof blast doors, with mutiny
locks activated. We should be thankful for Klingon paranoia. Nobody can
move from his station now. Weapons stores and even service access panels
are locked out.
The Klingons made
an ideal of total obedience, like the ancient Japanese. They were kidding
themselves, assassination and revolt were routine means of advancement.
If a superior was not capable of protecting himself against the ambitions
of his underlings, he was clearly unfit to hold his position. The warrior
who supplanted him, with to without confederates, was deemed his rightful
successor. It worked in its way. But it produced certain inefficiencies.
Unrestricted access to any part of a vessel did not exist in the Klingon
service, no matter how severely that complicated damage control or even
routine maintenance. It had not occurred to Lt. Lu that Kirk might be able
to find a way out of his cell or onto the bridge.
Klingon officers all
spoke English, advanced education was an important mark of caste distinction
among Klingons. If the ratings didn’t understand, their officers could
translate.
P263 Kirk calls on
Dagger crew to surrender.
Never! A voice shouted
back, ragged with rage. It is Lieutenant Vokh who speaks, and I cast defiance
in your pale face. We shall die at our stations. And we shall take you
with us, tera’ngan.
The controls were
labeled in Klingon script, of which Kirk had only minimal command. Kirk
had a good grasp of the layout of a battlecruiser’s bridge, just
as the Klingon boarding party had known how to operate the Enterprise.
He could tell phaser
banks were full and ready to fire, the two forward photon torpedo tubes
were loaded. Kirk could fly and fight the Klingon vessel. At least until
the Klingons in the various weapons stations figured out a way to cause
mischief.
It took the Klingons
on Dagger just over 10 minutes to figure out a way to cause mischief. The
clock display on the Klingon tactical display showed one hundred eleven
seconds when a purple light began to blink on the arm of the captain’s
chair.
A roar of triumph
burst from the intercom – Qapla’! we have breached the photon torpedo locker.
We will now manually detonate the torpedo and take you with us to oblivion.
Still several minutes to get cover off weapon’s manual override panel.
Do not make sport
of me, Earther.
Vokh – Prepare for
death, Earther.
Kirk – I have, Lieutenant.
P266 Kain tapped gauntleted
fingertips on the arm of his chair.
The helmsman goggled
at his panel – IFF transmissions received. She’s taj, sir! Her shields
are up.
Enterprise could take
taj at one swallow. Lock phasers on to her and keep an eye out for Enterprise.
I smell a trap.
The Dagger’s screens
can withstand Leviathan’s main phaser batteries for no more than 20 point
2 seconds. The shield-strength indicator bar on Dagger dropped steadily
toward zero.
And now, Earther,
Vokh’s voice bellowed from the intercom, we all die!
Dagger blew up.
Vang – Qapla’!
Kain – you fool, we’ve
just destroyed one of our own ships. Can’t you see it was just a diversion?
Kain leaned forward
with a predator’s smile.
Vang shrieked – Photon
torpedoes incoming! One missed entirely. One spent itself overloading the
shields, leaving Leviathan’s hull unprotected. Third ate along centerline
of ship, destroying central warp drive tube and inboard impellers to either
side. The torpedo and secondary explosions killed a quarter of Leviathan’s
crew in less than half a second. Fourth torpedo struck starboard wing,
locker for starboard photon torpedo tubes and set off a chain reaction
that simply ripped that side of the ship away.
All systems on Leviathan
were failing fast. Over 400 lives gone. Secondary explosions continued.
Phaser batteries almost intact, their awesome power burned through Enterprise’s
remaining screens.
Vang killed, A black
cloud of his own blood
Kain and Moriah Wayne
escape through afterhatch, armored emergency panel slammed shut.
Kain, a bloody gash
on his cheek, left leg severed just below the knee. Pucker of pink scar
tissue where left eye had been. Huddled in emergency bridge with a handful
of officers. Crude pressure bandage on stump of his leg.
Kirk calls on Kain
to surrender. You and your crew will be treated honorably.
Kain wheeled, the
kligat flew from his hand, a glittering wheel, it struck Moriah Wayne in
the pit of her stomach. I grew tried of her yapping, and she had served
her purpose. She was only a means to an end, a means to strike at Kirk.
Kirk – What point
is there in continuing this carnage?
Kain – Honor, Revenge.
Kirk – Mere words.
Kain pointed to his
raw socket – You cost me an eye. Is that mere words? You cost me my bond-brother
as well. How, oh, how do you explain that away?
Kirk – Kras was your
bond-brother?
Kain – He was.
Kirk – I’m sorry.
I didn’t know.
Kain stared at him
in white-faced fury –Almost 20 years of my life I devote to stalking you,
to planning the perfection of my revenge, for this? So you can say you’re
sorry?
He raised his hands
above his head – Phasers
Captain of the first
Rank Kain, his crew, and Leviathan all became a giant ball of plasma that
glowed like a sun and quickly dissipated into nothing.
P277 the Klingon captives
taken aboard the Enterprise had been contemptuously straightforward about
their intention of enslaving the Susuru and looting their planet, as soon
as they’d served their function of baiting the Empire’s worst enemy to
his destruction.
The Susuru didn’t
like the Klingons when the Empire stumbled across them. But they were easy
marks for experienced operators like the Klingons. Their leaders were hungry
to consolidate power over their own people and rabid at the prospect of
being able to purge the planet of the hated intruders. And the Klingons
promised to do it all with a minimum of muss and fuss. The Susuru were
not the first race to bite on that one. Kirk doubted they would be the
last.
Prime Directive by
Gar and Judith Reeves-Stevens
P10 The Tellerite
shift boss for Interworld considers the hardcase humans who worked for
Interworld - some fugitive, all desperate - might just as well be Klingons
for all the honor and diligence they exhibited.
P27 Mr. Scott didn't
care if the insufferable, self-righteous ass, Lt. Styles, had wrestled
the swagger stick away from a Klingon in hand to hand combat, it was still
a damned annoying affectation.
P32 even the Klingons
knew how fortunate they were to have survived global warfare and ecological
collapse to become spacefarers.
P57 there was only
one Klingon ear nailed to the wall above the cash box of the tavern on
Rigel VIII, so it wasn't the toughest Sulu has been in
P63 the naming of
ships was not a universal habit. Scholars speculated that the root of the
practice might lie in ancient instincts, common to Klingons and humans,
from which sprang such strife-ridden concepts as territory and combat.
P126 the planet Talin
IV is hundreds of lightyears away from any disputed territory with the
Klingons or the Romulans.
P138 Elderly Dr. Alonzo
Richter of the First Contact office curses - I'm not some patak admiral.
Uhura and Kirk are aware of the Klingon curse word. Richter muttered a
few more barely audible Klingon epithets.
P155 Klingons and
Romulan cloaking devices could be getting past the First Contact Office's
sensor stations, except Talin IV is so far removed from the Klingon Empire
that even they would realize that the Organian Peace Treaty would give
them no right of claim over this system.
P277 in the past Spock
had experienced no moral qualms in telling outright lies to Klingons and
others who would do violence to the innocent.
P286 Chekov decides
with a ship named Heart of the Storm, the pirate Black Ire had to be a
Klingon.
'Black Ire does not
travel in filthy shuttles like cargo,' the pirate growled. 'my mate and
I must be beamed aboard your ship.'
Definitely a Klingon,
Chekov thought
'Black Ire is not
fool enough to drop all shields for Ur'eon scum!'
Chekov has given up
trying to understand the Orions, at least a Klingon could be reasoned with.
After a fashion. Compared with Orions.
Unless, of course,
Heart of the Storm opened fire on her own commander. And if they were Klingons,
that was a distinct possibility.
P315 let me know if
the Klingon Armada shows up
P396 Spock recalls
McCoy's suggestion that there were Klingons with Romulan cloaking devices
lurking about. [p155]
Beyond the Farthest Star
no Klingon content
Yesteryear
no Klingon content
One of Our Planets is Missing
no Klingon content
The Survivor
no Klingon content
The Lorelei Signal
P71 in view of the
Federation-Klingon Treaty of 5260 limiting offensive weaponry in this quadrant
of space, it appears - [Kirk interrupted in his log]
P75 recent joint discussions
with Romulans and Klingons reveal that a starship of theirs or the Federation
has disappeared in the Cicada Sector [disputed territory for 150 years,
little of value, nothing worth fighting over] precisely every 27.34 star-years
since its initial mapping. [that makes six starships]
The Infinite Vulcan
P129 the Enterprise
diverted from escort duty to survey duty. The discovery of a potentially
colonizable unclaimed world took precedence over any but the direst emergency.
It was imperative to make an official survey and lay claim to the world
quickly – before the Klingons or the Romulans discovered it. Inhabitable
worlds were not all that common, and competition for expansion was fierce.
P171 Dr. Keniclius
still believes there is a need for a peacekeeping master race because of
the depredations of the Romulans, the Klingons, and others
Once Upon A Planet
p82 M'ress, communications
officer, teases Captain Kirk "Famine, seismic disturbances, threat of war
- the Klingons making trouble again?"<
Mudd's Passion
no Klingon content
The Magicks of Megas-Tu
p186 Denebian spider
has twelve legs
The Terratin Incident
p13 Arex, Enterprise
Edoan navigator, won his commission as Lt. in the field, during skirmish
with ever-present Klingons testing Federation borders. When all the officers
aboard a small Fed cruiser were killed, Ensign Arex took command. Retreat,
concealment, then re-engagement with the much larger, far more powerful
Klingon ship, which was damaged and taken as a prize - charged with violating
neutral space. Unassuming posture enables Edoans to coexist alongside Klingons,
Romulans and Kzinti in loose alliance with Federation.
The Time Trap
p103 Delta Triangle,
reputation for number of disappearances of ships of all races
p103 imperial Klingon
battle cruiser, vaguely patterned after great bird of prey
p103 Klingons not
considered among the more adventurous races where space abnormalities are
concerned
p103 Kirk least expect
to find Klingons in Delta Triangle
p103 Spock doesn't
recognize the ship off the view screen, just the class type
p103 klolode-class
equivalent to constitution class Enterprise
p103 Klingons fire
disruptor bolts on Enterprise, momentarily blinding Enterprise sensors
p103 Klingon ship
turns away at a high warp arc after firing
p104 clever and thoroughly
slimy to attempt to destroy Enterprise and blame disappearance on unstable
region of space
p104 if Enterprise
did not respond to Klingon provocation of surprise attack Klingons would
take that as rationalization of carte blanc to try similar adventures in
other sectors - against less well defended Federation vessels
p104 a strong response
will be a deterrent to the Klingons
p104 Klingon's deflector
screens hit by Enterprise phaser fire
p104 at a hit, Klingon
shields either flare with strain of absorbing energy, or ship damage occur
if phaser hit weak spot in shield
p105 what is the possibility
the Klingons are using a variety of the invisibility shield the Enterprise
has encountered before? Probably not
p105 Klingon ship
up and vanishes
p107 two Klingon battle
cruisers appear
p107 mouse trapped.
If the surprise attack by the first ship doesn't succeed, the pair of reserves
are ready to make sure Enterprise doesn't get away to tell the story, an
excellent tactical idea, says Spock
p107 Klingons apparently
most concerned that word of altercation never reach Starfleet central,
signal would take three weeks just to reach nearest star base
p107 Klingons send
a Class Two signal to Enterprise, audio and visual
p107 Klingons can
try to jam Enterprise communications
p108 view of high
ranking Klingon officer, Commander Kuri of the Imperial Klingon fleet.
heavy set and stiff faced, beard and thin drooping mustache. Especially
displeasing appearance. Impressive eyes. Standard manner for Klingon commander.
Blunt, overbearing, irritatingly condescending when in a position of incontrovertible
tactical superiority
p108 Klingons ID ship
as Federation Starship Enterprise, Captain James T Kirk commanding at last
record
p108 a grunt of satisfaction
p108 Kuri holds Enterprise
responsible for destruction of the Klothos
p108 surrender immediately
or we will destroy you
p108 diplomacy figures
in Klingon requests about as much as semantic inventiveness - not at all
p108 Klingons are
not good poker players - Spock points out
p109 Spock reads Kuri
as confused and frightened over the disappearance of the Klothos
p109 Klingons are
aware of the numerous ship disappearances in Delta triangle region of space
p109 Klingons speak
with care for unseen persons listening in on them
p109 Kuri - Fools,
idiots! Thinking they can escape! As Enterprise runs away
p109 "Accelerate to
maximum, use emergency power if necessary.
p109 both Klingon
cruisers leap forward in pursuit, using emergency power they close
on the Federation craft
p110 gunner aboard
lead Klingon cruiser looks back at his commander, Kuri, questioningly
p110 Kuri intends
to fire, but he has just the tiniest touch of uncertainty at the back of
his mind
p110 Kuri does not
know Kirk personally, but he knows his reputation and the reputation of
his ship
p110 both ships fire
at will, disruptor bolts
p111 a senior Klingon
officer jumped halfway out of his seat when Enterprise disappeared from
viewscreen. Examines gauges and telltales
p111 Navigator - position
on Klingon ship
p111 Kuri spoken to
as "Exalted One"
p111 our detectors
p111 it was not permitted
a cruiser commander to appear frightened before his men
p111 manual of battlefield
posture
p111 sounding concerned
is ok
p111 "Slow to minimum
speed”
p111 retreat at battle
speed
p111 communications
officer - position on Klingon ships
p111 hailing channels,
Federation and Imperial frequencies
p111 this could be
another Federation trick
p111 Kuri has learned
through the years never to underestimate the deviousness of the Federation
mind
p111 but he was grasping
at f'korr [straw?]
p111 it was time to
proceed with utmost caution
p115 entry into the
Delta Triangle has a momentary disorientating effect
p115 the Klothos sprang
a totally unprovoked, premeditated surprise attack on Enterprise
p117 Senior Officer
Kaas, aboard Klothos, station at main sensor console
p117 Kaas addresses
Kor as "Exalted One."
p117 Commander Kor,
captain of the Klothos
p117 Klothos is hiding
among the empty hulks, life-systems screened out
p117 Kor views hated
silhouette
p117 Kor doesn’t understand
what happened to Klothos
p117 all hands to
battle stations, prepare to open fire, full disruptors
p118 let's get her
the first time, this time
p118 First Engineer
- position on Klingon battlecruiser
p118 minimum motive
power
p118 on Klothos, sirens
and horns howl in warning
p118 Commander Kor
shouted an obscene word and made a violent gesture
p118 every disruptor
that could be brought to bear immediately cut loose
p118 the Klothos shook
with the release of energy
p118 a Kalusian sand
serpent a hundred kuvits long - strange sight
p118 Kaas reports
entire weapons system frozen
p118 Kor always ready
with an appropriate comment
p119 a Klingon sits
on Elysia council, everyone there lives for centuries
p120 Kor's reaction
typical of Klingon warrior suddenly thrust into an inexplicable situation
- he reached for his side arm/font>
p120 objections to
being weaponless occur to Kor without thought
p121 Kor doesn't care
how or where he is, unfreeze his weapons
p122 Kirk notices
less of the natural bile in Kor’s tone
p125 the pseudo-barbaric
chamber that is Commander Kor's chambers
p125 Kor studies sheaf
of forms and printouts
p125 Kor berates First
Officer Kaas, his science officer
p125 you can't compute
your way out of the defecatory
p125 defecatory =
bathroom
p125 Kaas salutes,
his lip trembles
p125 Kor paces nervously
p125 circular sleeping
platform, with multidepth picture set into the ceiling
p125 Kor feels caged
p128 Klingon S-Two
Graph unit, roughly the equivalent of Starfleet warp drive, uses dilithium
p129 Kirk refers to
a megalomaniac like Kor
p129 Spock's
take on Klingon mentality: it concludes that the guiding law of life is
that all laws are made to be violated. The Klingon’s treaties with the
natural universe are as tenuous as those they make with other peoples.
This is why Klingon advancement in the physical sciences was held back
for so long
p129 Spock mentions
that pride is everything to a Klingon - especially to a commanding officer
like Kor
p129 Kor would do
personal battle with a sun if his pride was at stake
p129 Kor could not
live with his trampled ego without at least making an escape attempt
p130 Kor and officers
ignore deck trembling and alarm lights flashing, deafening whine
p130 Kaas is prepared
to die, he only wishes for a less indifferent opponent
p130 approaching maximum
drive
p131 Kaas knocked
unconscious, injured bridge personnel cry out
p131 mangled and dented
Klothos comes to rest back where it started, some desperate engineer shuts
the engines down completely
p131 frozen atmosphere
bleeds from a broad crack near the rear of the tilted hull
p132 Uhura has more
reason than any of the other Enterprise officers to dislike the Klingons
p133 Scotty disgusted
at prospect of working with vipers, engine dregs, murderers. Scotty has
little reason to love the Klingons
p134 Kirk knows Kor
and his people will like working with Enterprise even less
p134 Klingons have
a pathological hatred of non-Klingons
p134 McCoy calls Klingons
backstabbers
p136 main briefing
room on Klothos elaborately decorated - central table inlaid with rough-cut
gemstones, spotted, striped, diamond patterned furs pad the seats. Archaic
heraldic banners on the walls, sealed in transparent plastic.
p136 Kor screeching,
Kaas aloof in meeting with Kirk and Spock
p136 fourteen natural
objections leaped to the fore in Kor's mind
p137 Kor’s natural
reaction to such intimate and uninvited personal contact would have been
a fast stab to the throat with his nails
p137 Spock hugs Kor
and shakes hands with Kor and Kaas, to read their minds
p137 Kor and Kaas
speculate that the stories of Spock being half human must be true
p138 Kaas wonders
at Kor’s willingness to work closely with an old enemy like Kirk
p138 Kirk has thwarted
so many thrusts of the Empire
p138 a Klingon chuckle
- a sound as devoid of humor as a cobrra's hiss
p138 Kaas has been
Kor’s first officer for a long time, can’t conceal much form him any longer
p138 Kaas would think
his Commander had maneuvered brilliantly if the Enterprise blows up once
they get out of the void
p138 Kaas runs clawed
fingers over the polished wood of the briefing table
p138 Kor leaves the
details of destroying Enterprise to Kaas
p138 the two Klingon
officers exchanged vows
p139 Enterprise Second
Engineer Gabler and drive tech Bell catch Klingon engineer around dilithium
storage tanks
p140 the Klingon engineer
couldn’t have been more shocked than if he'd been bitten by a malachite
tree viper
p142 Kor objected
to every suggestion made about working together
p144 as every good
Klingon crew ought, the other members of the bridge complement ignore conversation
of Kor, Kaas and female Lt Kali
p144 crew attend strictly
to their assigned tasks, closing ears and eyes and minds to all that occurred
around them that did not require personal concern
p144 Kaas has the
device in his belt pouch
p144 Engineer Kanff
on Klothos makes very small explosive device
p144 Kor always appreciates
fine workmanship
p144 Kanff and his
staff are due a decoration
p144 an admirable
plan with an admirable end
p145 Kor looks at
Kali - for a brief moment he considered virtues other than those of a top
officer
p145 this evening-time
p145 Kali disgusted
at mingling on a social basis with humans and other species
p145 Kali has a waistband
pocket
p146 psychology staffs
of both Klothos and Enterprise
p146 Klingon decorations
clash on Enterprise
p147 Klingon library
technician
p147 Klingon ever-present
unsubtle sense of supercilious superiority
p147 McCoy thinks
Kali, member of inimical race or not, was one of the most beautiful women
p149 McCoy and Kali
dance
p149 Kaas drinking
and trying to avoid contact with Enterprise crew
p149 Kor moves around
talking to various people
p149 Kaas picks a
fight with McCoy over Kali "She is my woman!"
p149 Kaas howls, not
wanting to be distracted by facts
p150 a blow under
the bridge of the nose, exceptionally painful
p150 the sight of
his blood makes Kaas reach for his concealed disruptor pistol
p150 Kor’s frantic
call "Khaba dej' , Kaas!"
p150 Kor curses, which
translates as The idiot will ruin everything
p151 Kaas gets a killing
bolt off at McCoy and Kirk, but the Elaysians neutralize it
p151 Kaas had been
in a berserker frenzy, milky gaze in eyes
p151 what a time to
let a little blood intervene
p151 not Kaas' fault,
really, considering blood had been drawn
p151 Kali makes
her way to central computer room, takes compact tools from another pocket,
slides component into place
p151 schematics of
Enterprise on board Klothos
p151 Kanff has calculated
position
p152 it was not meet
to question the actions of a superior officer
p154 Kirk and Kor
regard each other with something less than brotherly affection
p154 Kor smiled toothily
p154 Kor forces himself
to look nominally repentant
p154 better to sleep
than be forced to endure an eternity of this repugnant civility
p154 humans and other
Federation grass eaters
p154 a precision universal
chronometer is mounted on Kor's commander chair
p157 the roar of escaping
the void was never to be forgotten
p158 unrestrained
cheering indicated the emotions on the Klothos' bridge
p159 anyone would
have thought the crew had just won a major battle against overwhelming
odds
p159 this is a great
moment for the Empire
p159 may I have the
honor of . . .
p159 Kor’s predatory
smile
p159 Kor heads for
his home station, thinking Enterprise has been destroyed, trumpets his
triumph all the way back to Klingon Imperial Headquarters
p160 Kor’s typical
egocentrism
p160 try to visualize
Kor’s face when the Empire's emissaries in the Federation send back word
that Enterprise is still in excellent condition
Animation-
Grillwork behind Kuri's
chair
Green lights on side
of Klingon bulb prow
Sulu calls Klothos
a her
Nothing in front of
captain's chair. Consoles on the side
Seated and standing
officers
Markings on sections
of wing
Klingon computer -
sloping front panel, five vertical rows of 4 buttons each, red bar ten
oval apparatus on squat pedestal. Front red triangle and dark side slit
mirror upside down triangle in next lower panel
Walls green with white
horizontal bands
Klingon conference
room - triangle room, triangle table, point toward door, Klingon trefoil
on table main spur red, pointing away from door. Smaller side spurs black,
on orange circle. Two chairs each side, oval backs red upholstery with
orange circle. Computer consoles on walls either side. One with white base
thick legs to floor. Appears panel is very high. Dark panels of buttons,
large dark display screens above each. Thick purple buttons. Grey smaller
panel near door.
On wall by door the
Klingon trefoil is longest point DOWN!
Hexagonal dark panel
with three long white bars, top and sides, three rows of five white buttons
between. Round button? speaker at base. Cord to the floor. Other side of
door - white panel, three rows of more than 6 square buttons with top row
of triangle buttons
Kaz instead of Kaas
Kali sports an afro
hairdo
Tonight they entertain
us, but the gift they receive will be their destruction
Enterprise mounted
on Klothos
More Tribbles, More Troubles
p166 Federation farmers
on Sherman's Planet in need of two robot ships of quinto-triticale seed
p168 small ship with
Klingon battle cruiser ship of the line in close pursuit
p169 rumors from Federation
agents that the Klingons have a new weapon, abilities unknown
p169 the Klothos didn't
have it, or Kor would have used it in Timetrap
p169 multiple ripples
of light flare from warship's prow as she fires secondary disruptor batteries
p169 Klingon gunners
miss several times, warship's electronic predictors must be off
p169 disruptor fire
could obliterate much larger prey
p170 Klingon ship
far within Federation territory - no "navigational error"
p172 Klingon cruiser
turns to head directly toward Enterprise
p173 silhouette and
class identification from Enterprise computer Imperial battle cruiser Devisor,
Captain Koloth commanding
p173 just before effective
phaser range - strange blue halo forms at the ship's bow, faint at first
but growing steadily in size. Thickens until it is like blue smoke, sharp
flash, tenuous blob leaps from Devisor toward Enterprise. Four seconds
to impact.
p173 new weapon projected
stasis field, kills engines, phasers and lights, makes ship lurch 45 degrees,
neutralize all high-order field and warp functions, all hand phasers
p174 energy drain
on Klingon ship to send out weapon enormous
p174 Koloth smiles
ingratiatingly, fighting natural instincts to achieve a patina of politeness
p174 this is Captain
Koloth of the battlecruiser Devisor. Have I the honor of addressing the
renowned Captain James Kirk who...
p175 Koloth will gladly,
happily release Enterprise, after they turn over the pilot of the little
ship the Klingons were escorting
p175 Klingon sensors
recorded certain powerful energies on the small ship. Computer analysis
IDs it as a transporter beam of constitution class cruiser
p175 sensors indicate
probability of better than half that pilot successfully removed
p175 you lie about
as well as you navigate, Captain Koloth
p175 Koloth's face
turned the color of a bad apple, trembles
p175 the pilot has
committed ecological sabotage against the Imperium.
p175 if he has to
be taken by force, Koloth will
p175 Federation's
archaic democratic principles
p177 Klingon laughter
- hacking, unmelodious, unamusing
p177 Devisor shoots
blue fogs at the two robot ships
p178 too much power
drain, all three fields dissolve
p178 flashes of deeper
blue from prow - main disruptor batteries
p178 Devisor shoots
one robot ship, misses other badly
p178 missing a shot
indicates a definite lack of offensive power for the moment at least
p178 power cells almost
exhausted, minimal deflector capability
p178 Koloth knew what
he was asking from his ship. He took a gamble and lost. The Enterprise
could destroy him now
p178 Cyrano Jones
was worth the loss of his ship and an interstellar incident bordering on
act of war
p178 Jones made the
Klingons awfully angry
p180 the Klingons
place a great deal of importance on revenge
p180 Captain Koloth
had been as angry as any Klingon Kirk had ever seen
p181 Cyrano Jones
had tribbles with him on his ship
p183 Jones had tribbles
genetically engineered for compatibility with humanoid ecologies
p183 Jones cleared
Space Station K-Seven got a short parole found some help - the glommer
p184 the glommer,
red, numerous arms or legs or both, looks decidedly unfriendly tribble
predator, rumbles like toy volcano. Stiffens, creeps toward tribble, tenses,
suddenly springs like a wolf spider, land on tribble. Spreads body surface,
engulfing tribble, slurping sounds, violent quivering.
p184 glommer ravenous
p184 Klingons have
notoriously bad tempers, everybody knows that
p184 Klingon mental
state tends toward the bellicose, they still retain a sense of proportion
when exercising their animosities - Spock
p185 liver was bothering
him
p185 Jones sold tribbles
on a planet he didn't know was a Klingon planet, mongrel world - Tellerites,
Sironians, a few Romulans, and Klingons at the spaceport customs and reception
station. Mostly Klingons outside the customs port
p186 while not preferring
to be handed over to tender mercies of the Klingons, Jones not enamored
of Federation criminal psychoengineers' mind-wipe techniques
p188 Jones' new tribbles
just get fat
p188 Koloth was adamant
about getting his hands on Jones, we may not have seen the last of him
p188 new weapon initial
overwhelming effect, but leaves attacker helpless too
p188 if Captain Koloth
has any ability in tactics he will destroy robot ships first, before attacking
Enterprise again
p189 Klingons in the
quadrant, its enough to ruin your whole day
p190 glommer stalks
tribbles in Enterprise corridors, they are getting too big for it. Discharges
another deposit of converted tribble
p190 Sherman's Planet
five days from their current location
p190 damn the Klingons'
persistence
p191 power cells can
recharge in a matter of hours
p191 Devisor fires
single powerful disruptor bolt at robot ship, disables it
p191 Sulu - only wrecked
propulsion units, cargo pod intact. Maybe we should modify our opinion
of Captain Koloth's marksman
p192 Devisor fires
disruptors at Enterprise, several minutes of intership battle wheeling
about a common center
p193 long phaser battle
might convince Koloth Enterprise only has phasers, and adjust defenses
accordingly
p193 Devisor runs
from photon torpedoes
p193 Koloth's actions
don't make sense to Kirk
p196 big tribbles
eat a lot
p197 the Klingons
have a lot of pride, Jones. No wonder they want you
p198 stasis field
paralyze drive and detonation mechanisms of torpedoes
p198 Devisor back,
with recharged stasis field
p198 Enterprise enveloped
in rippling miasma of brilliant blue
p198 broadly grinning
self-satisfied Captain Koloth
p199 Koloth barely
controlled fury colors his cheeks
p199 control yourself
Koloth or you'll burst a blood vessel
p199 for an unguarded
moment he sounded almost regretful - for a Klingon
p199 Koloth - I regret
any emotional upset it has caused you
p199 Koloth - Don't
force me to take steps we will both regret
p200 Captain Koloth
first officer deep in strategy conference
p200 First Officer
Korax
p200 Initiate Boarding
Plan C
p200 Korax's personal
timer
p200 twenty-two kuvits
have passed
p200 assemble forces
necessary to implement assault plan
p200 chief transporter
officer
p200 platoon of Klingon
marines
p201 transporter alcove
p201 Kirk transports
giant emotionally disturbed tribbles
p201 no self-respecting
tribble would have anything to do with a Klingon
p202 Klingon junior
officer
p202 Koloth - I am
compelled by circumstances to reveal an Imperial scientific secret. When
the full report of this incident is known, I shall probably be chastised
for it. I may be broken. But under the circumstances I see no alternative
p202 the glommer is
a Klingon genetic construct, Cyrano Jones stole it from a Klingon world.
It was designed to be a tribble predator. It is the prototype, the only
one to survive hundreds of attempts at cross breeding
p203 Klingons must
have glommer back. Koloth authorized to use any means to secure its return.
The Imperium is willing to chance war to gain its return
p203 the glommer was
as much the result of chance as careful planning
p203 this glommer
can reproduce asexually, only it can produce others
p203 glommers needed
to save world Jones sold them on, before the world is completely overrun
p203 Koloth - I am
prepared to forgo my demand for the return of Jones. But we must have the
glommer
p204 Kirk transports
glommer over
p204 Devisor moves
away at high speed
p204 Jones genetic
engineering slipshod - tribbles still reproduce, grow with little tribbles
inside
p205 Koloth holds
glommer and strokes it gently
p205 glommers share
Klingon disposition
p205 frantic excited
Korax
p205 Chief Engineer
Kurr
p205 Devisor operating
on automatic as engine room full of giant tribbles
p205 after they take
care of the tribbles they are going back after the Enterprise
p205 glommer runs
from giant tribble
p206 Kirk - that plated,
overbearing excuse for a starship captain
p206 deep-throated
pulsing horrible, ghastly tribble cooing
p206 even an Imperial
board of inquiry would find reasons for absolving Koloth for an instinctive
reaction
p206 Korax didn't
stop to think. He whipped out his disruptor pistol and fired with admirable
speed
p206 hip deep in normal
sized tribbles
p206 "let us not panic,
Korax." Koloth tells himself that he is calm, quite calm.
p206 "If you ever
do that again I'll break you to sanitation engineer, twelfth class."
p207 McCoy, with a
simple shot of neo-ethylene induces tribble colony to break down into individual
members and still be sterile
Animated-
Klingon side marking
in white, trefoil pointing down the wing toward nacelle tip
Chair shaped to head
and shoulders
Fire orange globs
Stasis field is white,
cone funnel shape
Same golden grillwork
behind chair, punched with circles
Dark green walls,
horizontal lighter green lines
Red glommer in Jones'
pocket, sits in his hand. Red body and four legs, 6 white boot spur like
projections, two eyes on tall thin stalks
View along wall of
series of control consoles and display screens in a dark green hue. Tapered
column between. Round light fixtures.
Hallway, arching tapered
columns with Klingon trefoil at shoulder height, on walls, alternating
with flattened hexagonal yellow shape. arched engine room doors, rise vertically.
square ceiling panels. Lines on floor
Kirk, you are monotonous
Koloth orders Korax
to shot the thing
The Ambergris Element
no Klingon content
The Pirates of Orion
p326 barrage from
Orion ship wasn’t anything on the order of what a Klingon battle cruiser
could put out
p326 Orion, an isolated,
humanoid race from system of three inhabited worlds, not interested in
joining Federation or Klingon Empire, or anyone else.
P343 Orion neutral
piracy exposed, Klingons and Romulans lose a potentially mischievous ally
The Jihad
P396 Spock warns Tchar
of Skorr that his planned revitalization of his warrior race will be defeated
by the warrior races of the Federation as well as the empires of the Klingons
and Romulans, and all the others
Albatross
P433 McCoy visited
Draymian system 20 years ago, during medical crisis. Starfleet felt that
if they did not respond to request for assistance at that time, someone
else might be only too happy to oblige. The Klingons for example.
The Practical Joker
P488 Enterprise survives
attack by three Romulan cruisers. Romulan discipline had a way of breaking
down when a large measure of glory was at stake. The Enterprise is lucky
it hadn’t been a Klingon attack. By now a Klingon commander would have
executed the entire Fire-Control section for jumping the gun.
How Sharper Than A Serpent's
Tooth
P545 a measure of
the importance attached to the enigmatic probe was the readiness with which
the Klingons and Romulans cooperated. Both opponents of the Federation
had been surveyed by the probe before it approached earth. A few zealots
warned that it might be an elaborate plot concocted by the Klingons and/or
Romulans, to obtain military information. Impartial engineering experts
pointed out neither Klingon nor adaptive physics were close to producing
something as advanced as the probe, and if they could, they would use it
more effectively than surveillance
P550 try every hailing
frequency, Federation, special Klingon, Romulan and lesser alliance levels
P596 Federation working
to bring about multiracial civilization in which everyone can live in peace.
A few persistent throwbacks like the Klingons and Romulans will come around
in time.
The Counter-Clock Incident
P10 Robert April,
when he is being assigned first captain of the Enterprise "give me to the
Klingons . . . "
P73 Klingon cruiser
suddenly appears above Theta Draconis V while Enterprise picking up Van
and Char Delminnen
P74 tall, relaxed
in his chair, bushy eyebrows, tight lips, Klingon Commander Kumara. Old
friend of Jim Kirk.
P74 Theta Draconis
far from Imperial trade routes, but not claimed by Federation
P74 Kumara has been
instructed by the Imperial Resources Bureau to survey this system for salvageable
resources
P75 there is practically
nothing here worthy of Imperial attention, doubly true when you consider
the distance to the nearest Imperial world
P75 Kumara invites
Jim to share a container of Gellian vitz with him. In ten of your minutes
P75 Red alert with
Klingon cruiser in the area. All Enterprise personnel are to beam down
with one hand on their sidearms
P75 Kirk - Kumara
may be the best starship commander the Klingons have. The Emperor didn't
send him this far from base to play prospector. Klingon intelligence got
wind of Fed prospector's report - mine scientist Van Delminnen for all
he's worth. And they won't be too concerned about putting him back
together when they're finished
P76 Kumara and Kirk
knew each other on an informal basis in the FEA - Friendship Exchange Action.
Set up during brief friendly period between Fed and Klingons. Academy command
cadets from both cultures spend time together. Roommates.
P76 Kumara sharpest,
smartest, only Klingon not so puffed up with his own importance that he
ignores opponent's capabilities
P76 firefight on moon
surface between Fed and Klingon landing parties
P78 Kumara usually
doesn't take defensive posture and engage in fire fights, he won't hesitate
to destroy the Delminnen device
P79 Kumara beams to
Delminnen complex, grabs Van Delminnen
P79 "Up fool, Beam
us up or it's your head."
P83 Kumara's techs
P84 Kumara and ship
depart with Van Delminnen
P84 Kumara's trying
to get into shadow of gas giant then move to maximum speed
P85 traveling at their
maximum safe speed
P85 Delminnen complex
completely destroyed by timed device planted by Klingons
P85 Kumara never liked
to take chances. Having captured one major piece, he opted to blow up the
board
P86 Klingons can be
most persuasive
P86 nearest Klingon
military base of importance in the region is a naval base of considerable
size on Shahkur Nine, about 100 hours away
P87 interstellar war
possible if Enterprise calls for reinforcements to meet 3 or 4 reinforcements
Kumara has called in
P87 Kumara not your
normal, belligerent, cocky commander
P87 Kumara will laugh
fit to split his collar
P87 he's go on emergency
power and run until overload
P87 charred converters
P88 jubilation on
Klingon bridge for partly successful mission
P88 elder officers
grumble at not turning to confront Enterprise, running away is alien to
the soul of any Klingon warrior
P8 younger officers
realize Commander Kumara's order best for the Empire, ship and themselves
P88 Lt. Kritt, helmsman/navigator,
reports smartly, abases himself
P88 restrain from
public exhibition of foolishness
P88 this area of space
would one day be a part of the Empire, as the Great Gods intended it should
be
P89 most Klingons
prefer to languish in contempt of anything not Klingon
P89 chess like bagap,
though bagap is much faster and played with live slaves
P89 Kumara is difficult
to surprise, but his subordinates are the usual Klingon ratings - contemptuous,
secure, overconfident, lazy
P91 Kumara has not
contacted Shahkur Base for reinforcements yet
P91 Prepare to go
on emergency power
P91 Kumara mutters
into a pickup
P92 Exalted Commander
P93 sometimes Kumara
could be as impassive as a Vulcan
P93 Kirk should know
better than to try to panic Kumara
P93 Fah! I am assisted
by blind men
P93 close enough to
read our registration numbers, to sense our smiles
P94 Kumara's ship
the Klathas
P94 mechanicals are
immune to insult
P94 electing to tempt
the gods
P94 Korreg, scanner-control
officer
P95 he turned a light
purple
P95 Kanndad, Engineer
P95 I'll personally
pull your eyes from your head
P95 full emergency
power, maximum thrust
P96 exploding Enterprise
shuttlecraft damages Klathas
P96 I need this ship
back up to speed in ten aines or I'll have you all fed to the converters!
P97 Kanndad responds
sarcastically to Kumara's demands
P97 you offspring
of a worm's slave
P97 arm all rearward
projectors and fire at will
P97 Korreg, gunner
P98 rear projector
banks
P98 running battle
for an hour
P99 glancing phaser
shot off Klingon engine nacelle kills twenty technicians and wounds many
others
P99 secondary engineering
P99 left converter
potential
P99 engineering reports
that unless total engine shutdown occurs within five du-aines, all light-multiple
drive capability will be lost
P99 forced to surrender
or ship-suicide
P100 Auxiliary Landing
Craft Hanger
P100 Life Support
Station
P100 wrist chronometer
P100 in three-quarters
du-aines [time]
P100 your commander
and officers salute you, warriors of Klingon!
P101 I am depending
on Kirk to act like a human
P106 I abase myself,
my head is yours
P106 within a hundred
aines
P106 human scientist
Delminnen kept in the restraining chamber
P106 for the Sequa's
sake
P106 the feel of the
soft human difficult for the burly guards to stomach
P106 bow in the presence
of the commander, weak one
P107 how many times
do I have to tell you to utilize your head for something other than shoulder
ballast?
P107 one can not coerce
a corpse
P107 executing an
earnest grin - no mean feat for a Klingon
P107 the empire has
learned of Van Delminnen's device capable of reducing worlds to debris
P107 Officers of the
Klathas, attend to your duties!
P108 I swear on my
ancestors
P108 infirmary chambers,
chief medical officer
P109 infuriating example
of a lower order
P109 the persuasion
chamber
P110 Karau, officer
in Humanoid Psychology, perhaps they can figure Delminnen out
P120 report yourself
P120 Korreg restores
partial drive capability [?bad editor should be Kanndad]
P121 a shrill battle
cry broke out on the bridge
P121 worm's offspring;
product of a misaligned mating
P123 Shahkur is at
the extreme fringe of the Empire
P123 Klingons do not
normally patrol this region of space
P128 the ships drift
for several days
P134 all this unnatural
courtesy and politeness must be upsetting your liver
P134 Kumara proposes
a contest on the non-system planet Gypsy the ships have come across
P136 lifted his arms
in a peculiar salute that was half military, half religious in origin
P136 I swear as commander
of a warship of the Imperial Fleet, as a Klingon lord, by the sacred warrior's
soul of his Imperial Majesty Emperor Karhammur the Fortieth, and by the
God of Gods, Great Kinkuthanza
P136 exchange of ship's
nadas
P136 can you recall
a Klingon officer's breaking an oath sworn on the Emperor’s soul and on
Kinkuthanza? To do so would be the equivalent of murdering one's honor,
and the honor of one's line back to the first generation. One of the few
things binding on a Klingon
P139 young Kirk found
young Kumara would steal you blind at the first opportunity, stab you in
the back if he could get away with it, lie, cheat, anything for an advantage.
But not break an oath, or violate his own guidelines
P140 Nada - Klingon
god-patron of medicine. Klingons never harm physicians. Part of their warrior-tainted
cultural pattern.
P142 Kumara's SIB,
Surgeon-in-Battle Kattrun dek Prenn, exchanged for McCoy
P153 Kumara would
beam down, find a nice hotel, hire local cut-throats to do his dirty work
for him
P153 Kumara's an atypical
Klingon, but he's still a Klingon
P157 Kirk and Kumara
sword fight
P158 Kritt killed
by Spock
P161 what a way for
a Klingon officer to die - helpless among my enemies, doomed to die via
some no doubt unimaginative method
P161 fighting with
advanced weaponry could have stimulated latent cowardice
P163 I will sell it
to you for two pahds and a good killing joke
P168 Kirk and Kumara
have been victims of the Wanderers Who Play, Those Who Meddle, energy beings
P170 the experimental
animals offer their apologies
P170 Kumara experienced
a negative universe two tri-aines ago. Named Nognilk.
P171 Imperial Sector
Headquarters
P171 the Delminnens
are part of the energy beings' game
P171 I'd hit it if
I could be sure of contacting something
The Eye of the Beholder
P356 The Boqu joining
the Federation would be extremely discomforting to the Klingons and the
Romulans
Bem
P368 both the Klingons
and the Romulans had expressed interest in deepening their ties with the
Pandronians
P415 delicate negotiations
between planet Pandro and Federation, and Pandro and Klingon Empire
P480 the source of
the weapons, and probably the explanation for a great many other occurrences,
was found in the middle of the Pandronian rebels – three Klingons
P481 Captain Kor of
the Imperial Science Division. “Captain James Kirk, I presume?”
P481 Kor did not acknowledge
the introductions – after all the officers were prisoners
P482 the presence
of armed Klingons on a world of high sentience like Pandro, without the
knowledge and consent of the Pandronian government, is strictly forbidden
by all Federation-Klingon treaties. Your presence here constitutes a violation
of the most serious order, Captain Kor
P482 that depends
on who you chose to recognize as the official government
P482 a question of
figures, mere quibbling
P483 Kor has aided
the brave Pandronian patriots every step of the way
P483 Lub eb Riss,
Pandronian, Klingon operative
P484 a cluster of
fairly large prefabricated structures of Klingon style, convey an impression
of solidity, a barracks for Klingon regulars, interconnected science labs,
well camouflaged from the air, extremely powerful energy barriers, a radiation
source detectable from space, chemical type fuel tanks
P485 Kor’s threats
were hardly idle – given the severity of the treaty violation he couldn’t
chance releasing the Enterprise officers alive
P485 widespread use
of the frequency modulator might bring in busybodies like the Organians
– parties that might frown on aid to one group of dissidents on an independent
world. And there is that awkward treaty.
P486 the Klingons
would step in as selfless benefactors and commence restoring Klingon order
amid the chaos they themselves helped bring about
P486 the Klingons
have assured the Pandronian rebels that they will leave them in free disassociation.
The Klingons only want a base or two, and to count Pandro among their worlds
of influence
P487 “It will get
worse,” Kor said, without a trace of compassion
P487 Kor coldly ignored
Pandronians writhing in pain and turned a deaf ear to McCoy’s entreaties
P488 weighs many thousands
of qons
P488 there as an evil
pride in his voice as he enumerated the virtues of his crime against nature
P489 the universe
is full of weapons. Not all need to be inorganic.
P489 Pandro will be
an organic arsenal for the Empire!
P491 “Would I lie
to you?” grinned Kor
P492 The Pandronians’
natural bellicosity will come to fore and cusim – no more planetary government
P492 arrow-straight
Klingon guards – chamber guards
P492 electronic key
turned to electron levels of the lock alloy
P493 eight fluas ago
[time]
P493 Kirk, Spock and
McCoy understand Klingon language reasonably well
P493 rest period
P493 would you like
your head separated from its shoulders like a Pandronian? You’ll find reattaching
it not so simple
P493 kicked at a cabinet
as if it were personally responsible for his troubles
P493 you lower-grade
moron
P494 Security Central
P494 voice dripping
with venom
P494 bring him back,
to know the exquisite refinements of Klingon justice
P494 Kor referred
to as Honored One
P495 standard naval
issue Imperial energy weapon
P498 Lub eb Riss working
for himself, Klingon station reduced to rubble.
P501 the Klingons
will be lucky to get off the island alive
P502 suffice it to
say the Klingons had some typical Klingon ideas about exploiting the peculiar
Pandronian ecology for their own uses
P503 watch for Klingon
warships, the base had to be supplied periodically from outside
P503 Klingon cruiser
escorting a cargo ship
P509 took Klingon
scientists a considerable period of time to accomplish
P514 Klingons puzzle
over what happened to their secret ground installation
P526 organic weapon
- it was only the Klingon hormones andd frequency controller that induced
the component integrals to combine into huge, unnatural associations, hormone
broken down by dissolution chemicals
P530 the Klingons
have methods of handling anything, no matter how corrosive, supplied rebels
who stole Tam Paupa with everything they needed, advanced medical technology
P535 Pandro application
for associate member status with United Federation of Planets ought to
make the Klingons happy
P535 Klingons have
experienced a severe case of diplomatic foot-in-mouth disease
P536 Klingons Pandronian
allies were so unstable and unpredictable that they couldn’t be trusted
with really dangerous weapons
P537 the Klingons
are going to feel particularly hostile when they find out what happen to
their secret installation on Pandro
P538 Kor and his people
like children playing with building blocks that got out of hand, didn’t
understand their toys
Slaver Weapon
ani - Spock speculates
that the powerful Slaver Weapon would never have made it to a museum. If
not the Kzinti, the Klingons or some other species would have tried to
possess it.
Foster -
P197 planet Briamos
holding conference to decide whether or not they will enter into preliminary
alliance, social, cultural and military, with either the Fed or the Klingon
Empire. Observers and representatives of both the Fed and the Klingon Empire
have been invited to participate in the conference and to present their
respective positions regarding the Briamosites’ intentions. Briamosites
noted for their impatience. Guilty of insult if not arrive on time.
With the Romulans
on one side and the Klingons on the other, plus assorted bellicose organizations
in between, the United Federation of Planets had special need of men like
logistical tactical expert Commodore Musashi.
The Briamosites could
become a powerful ally of the Klingons. Their natural temperament, which
borders on brusqueness at times, could blend in well with the Klingons
Should the Briamosites
decide to link themselves with the Klingon Empire, and should the relationship
be cemented in the future, it would do much more than simply gain the Klingons
a powerful friend. Because of their position on the flank of the Empire,
the Briamosites could be counted on by the Klingons to anchor that portion
of their empire and protect it from attack. Doing so would free their ships
immediately to create considerably more mischief elsewhere.
Kirk – I wish we didn’t
have to be civil to a bunch of Klingons at the same time.
P249 most of Kzinti
technology was derivative of Federation or Klingon engineering. The Treaty
of Sirius does not permit the belligerent Kzinti any weapons capabilities
at all.
P294 it was as silent
as a Klingon consulate on Federation Day.
P329 Kirk is willing
to be deceitful when something as vital as an interstellar alliance with
a race as important as the Briamosites is at stake, and especially when
the matter also involves Klingons
Kirk - Barbarous is
the right word when negotiating with Klingons. You know the Klingon watch
phrase when it comes to diplomacy. That which is expedient rather than
that which is truthful.
Spock – we must show
ourselves as adaptable as the Klingons
Both the Feds and
the Klingons could offer Briamos high-speed FTL technology [faster than
light]
The Klingons have
been on Briamos for 3 days before the Enterprise arrives
P343 Klingon cruiser
analog to the Fed’s Constitution class, an immaculate technological vision,
every centimeter of its surface shone brilliant and mirror bright. The
winged shape looked as if it had rested in a vacuum dock for months. The
Klingons must have polished her hull.
The Klingons scan
the Enterprise, have a hailing signal out
Kirk recognizes the
ship.
Kumara – dignified,
impressive, with a very un-Klingon bent toward humor, dangerously familiar.
The Klingon Kirk went to the old experimental Interspecies Academy with.
The Klingons have
clearly chosen their best to represent them.
The Klingon captain’s
eyebrows lifted in recognition. James Kirk, twice in one year.
It too quite an effort
for Kumara to stay diplomatic in the face of the Briamosites arrogant reception.
There were 4 warships boxing his ship. The Briamosites vessels and civilization
are impressive for a primitive race. Kumara tested secure communications
with a shuttlecraft several days ago. The Briamosites do not possess the
equipment to break in to this particular frequency.
Kumara – to say that
my ship was responsible for the destruction of an interstellar navigation
beacon is inflammatory besides being personally insulting
While finding something
of extreme interest in the underside of his fingernails
We were however, patrolling
routinely on our way to this conference through the fringes of the disputed
territories. We did encounter a couple of malfunctioning fragments of space
debris, hazards to navigation, actually, which we promptly eliminated so
as to prevent the possibility of an accident to any vessel
The destruction of
Fed property, in particular something of a nonmilitary nature such as a
navigational beacon, is in direct violation of the Klingon-Federation subsidiary
articles of peace as appended to the Treaty of Organia
We of Klingon always
seek ways to improve the space lanes and make them safer for travel by
any ship
Kumara’s veneer of
good fellowship, never thicker than need be, abruptly vanished
He had turned thoroughly
Klingon in expression and manner, although his reply was still more controlled
than the average Klingon captain would have managed, considering the implications
of the threat Kirk had just made
If it’s a fight you’re
looking for, Jim, we’ll be most happy to oblige you
Kirk – I was just
getting tired of that oily grin of yours
Kumara had a real
sense of humor, a genuine rarity among Klingons, making him all the more
dangerous
Once our fiends and
allies the Briamosites learn first hand of the natural, ingrained duplicity
of the Federation
Without giving Kirk
a chance to reply the transmission from the Klingon cruiser terminated
Kirk – Klingons have
an excellent intelligence service. Undoubtedly they knew Enterprise was
coming from Starbase 25.
McCoy – Klingons have
a built-in aversion to diplomacy that will eventually undo their standing
in the eyes of the Briamosites
Kumara not a typical
Klingon. He appears capable of subtlety and even courtesy.
Briamosites attach
a good deal of importance to personal appearance. A detail Kumara and crew
have clearly paid much attention to.
None of the Klingon
delegation is likely to be lugging a nullifier of the Slaver stasis box
field around
Klingons have enough
familiarity with stasis fields to construct a stasis nullifier
P365 Klingons think
all humans are a little crazy in their behavior anyhow
P374 Captain Kumara
was flanked by four officers, in dress uniforms, a blaze of barbaric design
and color
Kumara made a Klingon
sign of greeting.
A derisive snort sounded
from the knot of Klingon officers around Kumara
One of the Klingon
officers bridled at the hidden insult, but was restrained by a dour Kumara.
One of the officers
was smiling the particularly unhumorous Klingon smile
Kumara was always
more dangerous when relaxed
Humor was one area
where the Klingons couldn’t hope to compete, lacking much of any kind of
humor other than the sadistic.
The inflexible Klingons
were beginning to twitch noticeably. Kirk knew the sight of inferior beings
passing in seemingly endless parade before them was enough to crack even
Klingon self-control, and only a harsh, single word whispered by Kumara
kept them from fighting on the stand
After two hours Kumara
looked ready to scream
Very impressive, Kumara
lied quickly, always first to flatter
Why haul an old bottle
or some such relic into as critically balanced a conference as this?
Kumara was worried
about the mysterious artifact, the more it troubled him the less ordered
his dangerously fertile mind would be and the fewer opportunities for creating
mischief of his own
Klingon has encountered
only one stasis box in its entire history of stellar exploration, and that
was several hundred years ago. They are not as familiar with the artifacts
as we are and so are unlikely to know enough to expose the fraud
P394 Kumara’s executive
officer loudly proclaimed the Klingon’s hopes and intentions. Kirk bristled
at some of the claims and outright falsehoods. Looking smug and satisfied
Kumara’s first officer concluded his speech in a burst of fiery rhetoric
accusing the Fed of intending everything for Briamos from childstealing
to slavery, and resumed his seat.
Once, another Klingon
officer replied to a question when the executive officer seemed at a loss
for words
Even the Klingons
appeared impressed by the literate, thorough responses the Fed provided
in response to certain difficult questions
Once a particularly
unsubtle inquiry was made in reference to something the Klingon executive
officer had mentioned in his speech.
Kumara’s knowledge
of the removal of the starship group monitoring Starbase 14 two months
ago showed the extent and efficiency of Klingon intelligence. Normal maintenance
and overhauling, will return in another 2 months
P398 Kumara eyed his
subordinate Kaldin, carries standard issue imperial science ‘corder
Sulu took the compact
instrument from the glaring officer who proffered it
Kaldin read the readouts
on the device, performed a few hasty calculations with a separate instrument,
conferred with the other subofficer on his left and turned a grim solemn
gaze on his captain
Kaldin knows Slaver
metal cannot be faked, read over a billion years old
Kumara wrenched the
small instrument away from the officer
Among Klingons, who
were familiar with stasis boxes and their properties the reaction was they
were all on their feet, staring in disbelief except for one officer who
was hunting frantically for a place to hide
All of Kumara’s usual
poise temporarily deserted him. He was waving both hands wildly his gaze
switching nervously
The two Klingon subofficers
yelped despairingly and dove behind their seats when the Slaver stasis
box was pushed to the floor. Kumara’s executive officer winced visibly.
Kumara was wholly
Klingon now, his veneer of carefully cultivated gentility obliterated by
the brusque finality of the Briamosite decision to ally itself with the
Federation
The irrational obstinacy
of so many of the more primitive races
Kumara touched a switch
at his waist
Kumara beams the Fed
delegates to his ship
This is a direct violation
of the Federation-Klingon treaty. Such an action is tantamount to a declaration
of war.
The Federation-Imperial
treaties have power only within Federation-Imperial space. The systems
of Briamos lie within the areas covered by the treaty. However, within
a inhabited, intelligence-dominated, technologically advanced system, the
treaties have no force. System independence takes precedence over outside
agreements. Local jurisdiction has precedence.
Kumara seemed less
apoplectic now that he was safely aboard his own ship and once more in
control of events
The prisoners were
escorted down a corridor and into an elevator shaft, the elevator doors
slid aside onto the bridge of Kumara’s ship.
Several Klingon officers
looked back briefly from their respective stations.
Honored Captain
Give me an open channel
Kumara instructed his communications operator
A few adjustments
to his instrumentation and the Klingon nodded to his captain
A report came from
the Klingon science station
P408 calm down, Kivord.
reports Enterprise raising defensive screens. Energy readings indicate
that she is activating her phasers
Whatever chance the
Klingon Empire might have retained for future assignations with Briamos
has been obliterated forever by Kumara’s action of kidnapping Leader Sarvus
and Enterprise officers
Kumara wants Briamos
to declare itself permanently neutral.
Kumara executed the
Klingon equivalent of a shrug
I can see that in
order to convince you to see clearly, some persuasion beyond mere logic
is going to be necessary
The Klingon bridge
was silent save for the steady thrumming of instruments
Kumara - one
of our respective moral codes is not necessarily better than the other,
simply different.
Kumara – I think we
can demonstrate the sniveling sentimentality of the Federation races in
the face of danger.
Kumara – Humans are
absurdly irrational when it comes to threats to females of their species,
threaten one of their females and they will rapidly capitulate to the most
unreasonable demands
P411 Kora, one of
the guards on the bridge, a young massive tall Klingon ensign
Kora, present yourself!
Kora grinned wickedly
Kirk – this is barbaric
Kumara – Sometimes
old methods are best.
Kora would change
Uhura’s attitude fast enough, and perhaps her face as well
Kumara – I don’t want
her killed. Rearranged convincingly, yes.
Kora – I will be careful,
Honored Captain
The Klingon’s solar
plexus
If it had been Spock,
Kora would not be getting off the deck.
Doubly embarrassed
now in front of his crewmates and captain, the ensign had turned an apparently
routine assignment into a personal vendetta.
Uhura defeated Kora
fairly by Klingon standards and by Klingon law Uhura can’t be forced to
fight again
The honor of Klingon
had suffered in the eyes of an inferior race. That was embarrassing.
Klingon – one of the
most militaristic societies in galactic history, you have no room for honest
feelings, for the good things of civilization such as art and poetry and
song.
I am not a believer
in useless causes
I will not kill you
when there is no benefit to it
P416 Klaythia, Kumara’s
chief science officer, male
Perhaps the Slaver
stasis box will contain the final weapon, the device which will enable
us to achieve our destiny and wipe the decadent Federation from this part
of the galaxy, so that we may expand as was intended for us in the Great
Scheme of Things.
Scott has less tolerance
for the Klingons than other Enterprise officers. Scotty’s well-known dislike
for the Klingons
Kumara and his science
staff adjourned to a sealed, double walled room
Behind a portable
shield, superdense but transparent viewspace
Lower ranking science
specialist
Even with Slaver box
threatening to explode, Klaythia was more afraid of his commander’s wrath
than of what the box might do
Kumara recognized
the Federation script – Federation forever! Down Klingon!
Imbecile! Kumara belted
his science chief hard across the mouth
That wailing that
passes for music among humans
Let this always remain
in your memory, Klaythia, as an indication of the fiendish way in which
the human mind works |