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Chapter Four

 

 

 

 

         Negh'Var-class Klingon battleships were the newest addition to the Empire's fleet. Their size nearly equaled that of a Sovereign-class starship and was heavily armed with the latest weapons designed by the Klingon Empire. One of the most dangerous vessels ever constructed.

         Even in perfect shape, the Akira-class vessel would barely be able to put up a real fight with the battle ship. And in the shape that it presently was, the Card was a sitting duck.

         "So...What do we do?" Burnel asked.

         "They're hailing us..." Mantion reported.

         Kline stood up: "I see...Put them on screen."

         The screen changed from the view of the battleship to a view of a Klingon bridge, the face of a Klingon was in the middle of the screen. He was young and was smiling.

         "Federation vessel, we are aware of your plan to stop us...Your attempts will not be tolerated and you shall pay the price for your disturbances." The Klingon said.

         "And who exactly are you?" Kline asked.

         "You shall find out soon, Captain. Very soon..." He grinned and severed the communication.

         Sutter frowned: "I don't like the way he said that."

         "Captain," Mantion said. "We're being boarded."

         Gorik pulled a mek'leth short sword out from his jacket: "Let them come...We shall be ready."

         "No." Kline put a hand on the hand that Gorik was using to hold the weapon. "It'll just get us all killed."

         "We will die in battle." Gorik said.

         "But we don't have to die," Kline said. "There's another way out of this."

         "How can you be so sure?"

         "There are always several ways to attain an objective." Kline said. "Trust me."

         Gorik sighed and put the blade back into his jacket.

         Suddenly, five red swirling columns of light appeared at the front of the bridge. Mantion reached for her hand phaser but Kline quickly told her not to.

         The columns reassembled and became large Klingons in armor and holding disruptor rifles: "Surrender or die."

         Kline almost heard Gorik think: 'Die'.

         The captain came forward and said: "We surrender."

         The leader of the Klingon boarding team smiled, he pressed his communicator and said: "Rulok to Doksath, we have captured the vessel."

 

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         The Okarax was a very large starship, it had obviously been constructed for use during the Dominion War; most of the space on board the ship was dedicated to the offensive and defensive systems...And also to the detention areas.

         Most of the Federation crew was squeezed into the brigs, the cargo bays and some of them had been left aboard the Card, detained in their own brig.

         The senior staff was locked up in the Okarax's main cargo bay with most of the Engineering staff and security officers. Kaytan, Gorik and Kline had been taken away from the group by some large Klingons.

         Stevenson was sitting on a large cargo container around which the senior members of Team One were assembled: "So, what do we do now?" He asked, playing with a piece of cable.

         "There's little we can do." Mantion said.

         "Don't we outnumber these Klingons? There are only three guards in here. We outnumber them thirty to one." Stevenson said.

         "Except that they have disruptor rifles..." Burnel said.

         "Yeah...That's true..." He threw the cable onto the floor with a sigh. "But we can't do anything, can we?"

         No one said anything.

         He shrugged: "I guess not."

 

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         The Klingons brought the captain and the operatives to Doksath who was in the ship's theater. Kline had already heard of the Klingon theaters; rich house-lords from Qo'Nos would install these enormous theaters on their personal ships for their enjoyment and that of their guests. However, the Captain had no idea why Doksath had installed a theater on the Okarax.

         "Welcome!" Doksath said from where he was standing on the stage. "Welcome to my personal theater."

         The Klingon guards made them sit in the front row in front of the stage, they then went to the back of the theater to watch.

         "As you can see," Doksath rose his hands up above his head to show them his stage. "I am an avid admirer of all forms of opera and theater. That is the reason why I had this built aboard my flagship. When I have some free time, I come here and watch something from a randomly picked world. I have watched hundreds of plays and operas in this room, from hundreds of different worlds and cultures. Klingon, Human, Andorian, Romulan, Vulcan, Lekarian..."

         "What is your point, Doksath?" Kline said in an exasperated voice.

         Doksath sighed: "How rude of you, captain, to interrupt me. It is strange that, throughout the Alpha and Beta quadrants, Klingons are regarded as the rudest of all. I certainly see no reason to believe we are rude, no?"

         Kline frowned.

         "You see..." Doksath said, pacing around his stage. "The collective thoughts of a society are controlled by a very dangerous thing...Preconceptions and stereotypes...These things are the principle cause of some...unfortunate things that happen in the minds of people.

         "Klingons are regarded as a rather primitive race; the Federation is our long time ally and yet, still, one can see that they still see us as a bunch of cavemen. The reason for this is not because of a preconception which began in the Federation...No. The reason for this is because of the other Klingons...These Klingons that believe in the way of honor and glory...Pah." He had a disgusted expression. "Ridiculous...It doesn't take a genius to know that our society will never grow if we continue believing in such ridiculous things and people such as Kahless...

         "Kahless the Great...the Unforgettable, oh please...Spare me from this talk. Kahless is the reason for the descent of our civilization. Klingons who believe in dying in battle and a place in Sto-Vo-Kor with Kahless are the main cause of the auto destruction of our Empire. That is why I am doing what I am doing...That is why I am making myself heard throughout the Empire. Things must change!"

         "So you are saving the Empire by killing it from the inside, correct?" Kline said.

         "No," Doksath wagged his finger at Kline. "You have not understood, captain...I am not the one who is destroying the Empire...The Empire is destroying itself by believing in such ridiculous things. I am stopping those who are attempting to continue the words of Kahless and of honor, and who are destroying us!"

         Gorik spat onto the carpeted floor of the theater: "You are insane, Doksath. I am going to kill you slowly."

         Doksath smiled: "I'm sure..." He turned back to Kline and pointed at Gorik. "You see, captain? Now don't tell me that you don't think that Gorik is acting like a caveman?"

         "He's right." Kline said. "You are insane."

         Doksath shook his head: "You do not understand...But do not worry...Soon, everything will be all right."

         The back wall of the stage turned into a giant viewscreen, Kline saw the Card on the screen, drifting in space. Suddenly, one by one, Klingon starships began decloaking...Birds-of-prey, warships, battleships...Dozens of dozens of Klingon ships assembled in a giant fleet.

         "Kahless..." Kaytan breathed, staring at the armada.

         "This is the fleet of the River of Blood, my friends. It shall be the beginning of the New Klingon Empire." Doksath said, gesturing to the screen.

         "You're going to attack the Empire?!" Gorik asked.

         "Indeed," Doksath nodded.

         "Where did you get all these starships?" Kline asked.

         Doksath gestured to someone that was standing at the back of the theater, the man came up onto the stage and smiled down at Kline and the two Klingon operatives.

         "General Rax..." Kaytan stared at the old, fat Klingon.

         "Hello, Kaytan." The director of Klingon Intelligence said.

         "Why?" Gorik demanded.

         "The future of the Empire is doubtful." Rax said. "Doksath has given us a sure passage into a stable future."

         "You believe this madman?!" Kline asked.

         "Yes." Rax nodded.

         Doksath put his hand on Rax's shoulder: "We shall bring the Empire into a new era."

         Kline shook his head in exasperation.

         "The Empire will fight you!" Gorik snarled.

         "They will...I know..." Doksath said. "And they will lose...The believers of Kahless shall be punished, just like in the tale of the River of Blood."

         "What?!" Kline asked.

         "Like the death of Karx in the River of Blood brought flowers to grow on its shore in new life...The destruction of the old Empire thanks to the River of Blood will make a new era flourish..." Doksath smiled, then took a communicator from his pocket and brought it to his mouth: "This is Doksath to all ships...This day, the River of Blood shall take control of the Klingon Empire...And we shall bring all who believe in us into our new era! Get your starships into formation...We are setting course for our first target."

         On the screen, the horrified eyes of Kline, Kaytan and Gorik watched as the Klingon ships slowly began moving.

         "The time has come..." Doksath said. "The time for our freedom..."

         The Klingon ships went to warp...

They were headed for Qo'Nos, the Home world...

 

 

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