Boys will be Boys - Part One

Posted on Thu Mar 5th, 2020 @ 6:20am by Fleet Admiral Dominique Jes-Tereth
Edited on on Fri May 28th, 2021 @ 12:15am

Mission: Mission 59: Stirrings of Treason
Location: Council Chambers - Kronos, OMEGA LEONIS
Timeline: 1200Hrs - Feb 8th, 2392

The new Klingon Chancellor growled as he sat in the massive throne that easily dwarfed him by several orders of magnitude as he regarded the Klingon High Council that had assembled around him. He had to step down from the Klingon Defense force as he held the rank of HoD, he frowned as he received a data slate. "Lets see." he read the data slate before he slapped it facedown on the throne. "Bah.. Tell those shipwrights to move faster, I want that ship operational as soon as possible."

"What you ask for is impossible." responded a voice.

"Step forward." Ku'tor responded softly.

The crowd parted and out stepped General Makar, a highly respected and decorated Klingon war veteran. "The shipyard is under the domain of my house and what you ask is clearly impossible."

"I am the Chancellor. I say what is possible and what is not." Ku'tor responded evenly.

Makar knew that challenging the Chancellor on this matter was ultimately foolhardy and would gain him nothing but the manner the Chancellor was going about things left him little option or room to maneuver, so he was faced with an option he hated. "Are you an engineer... Chancellor?" Makar inquired.

"No.."

"Then kindly leave the affairs of Engineers to themselves.. I will relay your concerns to them and let them handle things on their end." Makar responded.

The Chancellor felt slighted. "If you fail... I will have your house discommendated."

Makar growled softly. "You can try." he responded with a dark smile that promised much pain. "Whelp. Martok was twice the man you are and how in gre'thor's name did you take the post of Chancellor... Its beyond me."

The mutterings from the other members of the council got louder. "Enough... I wish to battle on the energy policy that has languished for too long." Ku'tor announced.

Makar backed away, his battle was over and he had retained the honor of his house for one more day but this fool of a whelp was getting out of hand as he made a mental note that when he returned to his family's seat of power. He would call up his ships and prepare them for anything that came their way.

The Chancellor meanwhile was back, sitting on the throne he held for Kahless who didn't want it. He looked bored and uninterested in the works being told to him. "Yes yes... I want more ships for the defense force.." he commented.

"That will take time to build... We must consol-" was as far as Makar got before he was interrupted.

"No. We must Expand the Empire.. for we are Klingons!"

Makar was incensed but he managed to keep the poker face as the humans called it on his face through sheer thought of will.

"I'm surrounded by fools." Ku'tor smacked his hand down on the cold stone that made up the throne, the sound echoed off the back walls of the council chambers which effectively silenced the room.

Meanwhile at the back of the room, a servant named L'Grin sighed softly, after almost ten years of service to the Klingons, the Phebian man had no idea anymore of what offended him more, whether it was the smell of the food, the Klingons themselves or the way their maintained their living spaces, in that they didn't maintain them. They left that nebulous chore to others and today it was the job of workers and slaves like L'Grin.

He neared the main dining table with another large bowl of their hideous food, the table was already festooned with a ornate and overflowing amount of food already on it which the high council had been feeding on and snacking on all day already. L'grin placed the bowl on the edge of the table before a large meaty hand all but shoved him aside as the Klingon seized a handful of food and then wiped his hand on L'Grin's tunic like he was a simple dishrag to be used and discarded at their whims. The trouble was that L'Grin knew this was all true.

Suddenly the Chancellor declared a recess and with that the session of the High Council was over. L'Grin smiled as he alone knew of what was to come as he moved out of the chambers and off to fulfill his own errand.