KLINGON # 13: Contact Made

Posted on Tue Nov 12th, 2024 @ 8:31pm by Commander Kehlani & Lieutenant Marz

Mission: IT'S A KLINGON THING {CD&Missions}
Location: Kor'Kang Colony
Timeline: Current

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On Kor'Kang colony, Marz had gathered a company of Klingon troops for the assault on the village that held his Par'Mach (love). The airship troop carriers were all full as they lifted off, side doors open on both sides as the troops within held onto the handles to prevent falling out as the airships turned and the wind howled passed them all. The turrets each had a Klingon in them, ready to open fire on anything perceived as a threat, the pilot and co-pilot readying the forward cannon and the missile launchers on the wings. The cockpit gunner had control of said weapons, so that the pilots could focus on flying and angling the minimal deflectors.

The comm officer in the cockpit looked back into the passenger area where his Patriarch was. "Lord Marz, we are picking up a transmission. It is a weak signal, full of static, but I swear I heard your name mentioned by a female voice."

Marz looked to a trooper on each side of the airship, motioning to them in turn. "Close the doors." The door control was slapped on each side and they slid shut, greatly reducing the sound of howling wind rushing passed the craft. "On speakers."

The comm officer tapped the keys on his panel, the familiar voice of Matriarch Kehlani coming through the fuzzy signal. "Commander Kehlani to any Klingon craft. Respond."

Marz stepped forward and took up a wireless headset handed to him, moving the head piece aside and holding it to his ear with the mic near to his mouth. "Kehlani! Marz here, my love!"

"Thank, Kahless!" She said in response to hearing her husband's voice.

Gavin grinned to himself as he heard that. For a Klingon, thanking Kahless was akin to a Human thanking Jesus, if they believed in such things.

Kehlani continued. "The group responsible for my capture," the last word coming out as a growling testament to her dislike for such. "Has proposed a cease fire. They wish to talk. To reach an accord. What say you, Patriarch? Do we hear them out?" Standing around her in the abandoned village's meeting hall, the leader Gorvak by her side.

On the transport craft, Marz glanced around at his warriors. They all shared a look. Without a word spoken, and with his eyes and body language, he was telling his soldiers that he would play along for now. "Where do we meet these creatures?" He asked.

Looking to Gorvak, who gave a nod, Kehlani tapped in coordinates. "An abandoned village at these coordinates. We are all in the Main Hall."

Grovak spoke up. "Know this, Lord Marz. Should you decide to come in with an air raid I shall gut your wife like a targ and leave her to bleed out while your child dies next to her on the floor. It will be her last sight as she leaves for Sto-Vo-Kor."

Marz, his body now trembling with wrath, closed his eyes to calm himself enough to respond without giving away his emotional content. "She will die well, then! Tell me, petaQ, what is your name?"

"My name is not important," said Gorvak. "That I have her, is. Three drop ships only. Any more than that lands in this village, she dies. Soldiers get spotted in the mountains around us, trying to surround us, she dies. You have but one option for her safe return. Make it happen. Out." He reached out and flipped the comm switch to off. Gorvak's eyes went to Kehlani. "His reason is all that will save you. Pray he is that smart." He turned from her and walked away, giving a motion to some of his men. They came and grabbed Kehlani by her arms and push-pulled her over to a table near to the fire pit. She was unceremoniously made to sit as they practically tossed her into a chair. The three of them then took up sentry post around her.

On the dropship, Marz handed the headset back to the comm officer, his eyes having a far away look in them even as they showed the depth of his anger and hatred. "We will do as they say. Lady Kehlani will live to fight another day! Then, we hunt them for the rest of their days!"

The warriors all around him gave grunts and nods of agreement. Not the typical Klingon response to a similar situation, but they had all come to realize that Lord Marz was not your typical Klingon, nor was his mate.

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