New Klingons on the Block – New Blood
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@Maikull
Qo’nos
“This will be my last address. It marks the end of the Academy’s term, and your graduating mission. Whether you fail or succeed in this last trial, I again urge you to remember: You are all Klingons. You carry a legacy in your blood that lends strength to your deeds and strikes terror in the hearts of your enemies. The hope of every Klingon is to die in the service of the Empire. There is no dishonor in dying before a superior foe, if your heart is pure, your actions forthright! What you have been taught will serve you throughout your battles to come, until one day, you earn an honorable and glorious death.”
Kronq, son of Kuz’Koh, of House Antaak; stood before the Giant Statue of Kahless the Unforgettable one last time on the hollowed grounds of the Training Academy, the words of his mentor echoing in his mind as he raised his D’k Tahg in final respects to the years of training (and torment) he had endured. Even with the Civil War erupting mid-way through his training, all the trials and tribulations he had endured would only have made him a better man, a better warrior, a better Klingon.
Sheathing his blade, he turned and headed for the transport pad for the next shuttle to the Shipyard. A part of him was going to miss this place; a place where he had learned so many life lessons, a place that took more of his blood, sweat, and tears to mold him into the tool the Empire needed him to be. Yet the other, more sensible side of him could not wait to get out of this dust ridden gulch and hope to never lay eyes on it, or the hell-razing instructors ever again!
Miles above the planet, Kronq looked through the large viewing port. A B’rel Class Bird-of-Prey and a Bortasqu’ Class Battlecruiser sat docked just outside. He had served on a B’rel Class Training Ship for his days at the academy, and even piloted one during the war, defending the very Shipyards he stood on. But that ship was an ancient relic, too old and rustic for his liking.
On the other hand, the Bortasqu’ was a marvel of Klingon Engineering. Armed to the teeth, with Armor to match, it was a frightening presence to bare on any battlefront. Yet the Klingon shook his head, she was too large, too slow for him. Kronq was a Battle Pilot, receiving top marks in his class and even carving his name on the stone of achievements for his accolades behind the helm. Though always taught to not sully his skill with ego, he could not help to feel the sense of accomplishment as some referred to him a ‘prodigy’.
That is why he stood here now, waiting for confirmation. While the other Graduates scrambled and begged for the left-over and unwanted assignments, he was already granted a commission aboard a Kortar-class Raptor! Small and agile with frightening fire power and speed; that was the ship for him! His mind raced with the glorious conquests he could achieve in a ship like that!
“GET your head out of your ass tlhol!” an elderly Klingon barked, shoving Kronq away from the window and out of his daydreaming. Kronq quickly regained himself and focused his attention on the Transport Officer, “Yes, sorry.” He said, half motioning to the ships beyond. “Yes yes, you’ll have plenty of time to see them.” The old one growled, “They are pretty when they sit in dock…not so good a sight when you’re looking at a whole sector full of hollow carcass after a battle.” The old one lamented, waving his hand for the recruit to follow.
They crossed over to the Elders terminal where he pulled up the data he needed. “I received approval for your transfer aboard the Qul Cha’bIp. They are ready to receive you now, I don’t suggest making your first command wait.” Kronq began to breath quickly, hyping himself up. This was really happening, he was excited!! “Yes YES!” he hailed, dashing over to the Transporter Pad. The Old Officer could only shake his head in disbelief of the youth’s ignorant vigor. “Who is the commanding officer?” He asked, as he prepare for his Glorious Debut into the Cosmos!
The old man only cackled menacingly at Kronq’s question, “Oh don’t worry little one…you’ll find that out REAL quick” he exclaimed before initiating the transport. The world went red before his eyes as the Shipyard and its attendant faded from view, and a new scene appeared before him. As the transport settled, Kronq found himself in a smaller transport room, one attendant in traditional garb sat at the terminal while a second Klingon stood at the base. Though saying she was standing would have been incorrect, as SHE wasted no time approaching the Transport Pad towards Kronq. This Female wore a much decorative uniform than the one at the station, and had a metal eye-patch over her left eye. She was now nearly face to face with him, standing maybe a hair shorter than him and staring intently into his eyes.
There was a sense of un-easiness about the whole situation, but his Gut was screaming this officer clearly outranked him by the adornments on her wear. Could she be the Captain? Did…she need the transport pad? A simple ‘Get the hell out of my way’ would have sufficed, but in case of the former, he did not want to move without offending a superior officer. He could see her nostrils flare as she took in his scent, her face contorting into a slight snarl as she did so which made him shift his weight back some subconsciously, but that’s where he had made the error. He shifted too much too quickly and to keep from falling backwards had to take a step back to support himself.
She had purposely invaded his personal space as a sign of dominance, and in his folly, he had made a retreating gesture, one that was quickly followed by a swift and painful response from the female. Her snarling face turned into a raging one as she reared back and slammed her forehead smack into Kronq’s face, sending him tumbling backwards anyway to the transporter pad floor. He groaned in pain as he covered his nose with his hand, a trace of blood falling from it already as he quickly prepared to defend himself, his flaring eyes remaining locked on the aggressor. Yet she made no move, only intently staring him down for another few seconds.
“I am Commander V’ecna, Daughter of Creel, of House Grilka; And First Officer aboard this ship.” She proclaimed, towering over the prone graduate as he nursed his nose. Her hands folded behind her as she took a more relaxed position, a sign she did not see him as a threat, yet her gaze was still piercing. “I hope for all of our sakes your reaction time is better at the helm than it is in combat, or we shall all see Suto’vo’qor sooner, rather than later.” Before he could even muster a Response, Commander V’ecna turned and headed out of the room, giving sharp ‘SNAP’ with her hand and Barking “Ha’!” to him.
So much for first impressions. Kronq quickly picked himself up off the floor, smearing the blood off his face and onto the ground. As he passed, he took sight of the Transport Officer who was nodding his head and gave him a thumbs up, mouthing “That went VERY well!”.
He quickly caught up with Commander V’enca who was walking down the hallways in a brisk pace. “You find yourself lucky we were in need of a replacement pilot. This ship is a Tactically inclined Raptor, cant just throw any qoH at the helm, and you came ‘Highly Recommended’.” She added a bit of sarcasm at the end to which Kronq did not respond too. They came to a stop at a door as the commander turned and faced him, “You will fall under the supervision of our Tactical Officer, Lt. Thra’ssk; He will be on the bridge waiting for you.” She stated firmly. Kronq highly suspected that the added ‘s’ to the name inferred he was Gorn…joy. “But first you will find your way to Engineering and speak with Lt. Gormesh, our Engineer. He will fill you in on modifications we have made to the ship that’s privy to your operations as Pilot.”
Kronq began to look around the hall with a slight blank look on his face, which only added to V’ecna’s irritation. “Find it on your own, you’ll need to learn soon enough anyway” she snapped before he could even ask the obvious. “But before you do that, settle in…” she said, hitting a button on the side of the door they stood before.
Kronq could see that inside was a small studio sized room, furnished with a dusty table, shelving, a desk and a metal slab for a bed. The confusion glowed apparent on his face as to why she would bring him here and not the barracks where most all junior officers slept. “All bridge officers have their own quarters. This is not as roomy or amendable as others, but will keep you from sleeping with the Targ’s. Don’t need our Pilot half asleep because he stayed up playing Dabo, or whatever you enlisted do to entertain yourselves…” she snapped. Kronq quickly snapped to attention, and followed with a respectable “Yes Ma’am!” V’ecna perked her brow, “Oh, he does speak…” she mused to herself. “Get too it Pilot. Don’t make me repeat myself” she ordered, before turning heel and leaving him in the hall.
Kronq walked into the room which secured behind him. First Commission, His Own Room…This almost made up for the possible broken nose! He could NOT mess this up again, and slapped himself in the face to knock him out of the stupor his mind was wandering. There would be time to replicate what he wanted or needed for here, but first he had to find Engineering! He already blundered his First Impression with the commander, he did not want to make the same mistake twice!
Translation Log
Singular Klingon Word Translations come from: https://hol.kag.org/ If you have a better resource for translation, please share and let me know. But I will try to keep this as a reference to any words I may use, as well as ‘intentional’ meanings as they apply.
Klingon Words used in this Post:
- [tlhol] – Raw or Unprocessed. (Because I couldn’t find “Noob” or “Novice”) meant as a mild insult.
- [Qul Cha’blp] – the name of the Starship, roughly translates to “Firebird”
(Because Pontiac wouldn’t translate, lol)
** [Qul] – Fire
** [Cha’blp] – a Bird noted for its speed. - [Ha’] – “Come with me”
- [qoH] – Fool
OOC Welcome to the Klingon Starship ‘Firebird’! Kronq is NOT my main character, he is an extra/alt I made to subsidize my crew, but for the purpose of introduction, I felt it might be better telling this from HIS perspective. If you go to the Ship Records Page, under ‘Personnel’ for this vessel, you can see specalized Dossiers on each of the main Crewmembers/Alts I have created (as I did for the Sun Tzu Crew). Hope you all enjoy this tidbit. I plan to do a couple of more short stories added here to flush out the rest of the crew, and formally introduce the ‘Captain’ as well as their introduction into ZP! Thanks to @Mudd and @gulremal for enduring my constant badgering as I gained ground and understanding enough to get this started!
