Declarations of Intent - Part Two

Posted on Fri Mar 6th, 2020 @ 2:21pm by Fleet Admiral Dominique Jes-Tereth

Mission: Mission 65: And Death Rained Down
Location: High Orbit Space Station - Mempha
Timeline: 1000Hrs - Feb 12th 2392

L'gran, son of Shestrurg sighed softly as he hefted the spear in his hands, he smiled wolfishly as he bared his fangs. "Ahh this hunt will be glorious."

"So.. You are not going to declare for the leadership?" came the voice of his brother, a man that L'gran loathed passionately for he hated most of his family, the majority of them were simply hangers on and acted as his advisors regardless if he wanted their advice or not, most of which was always stupid as many of them were simply civilians and had not served in the military in any capacity, this made matters even worse as they felt they were able and capable where they were actually anything but qualified or competent.

"I have decided... I'm going to go hunting while my fleet prepares itself for departure."

"You are a fool.." N'grain responded. "I challenge-"

"Silence fool." L'gran responded as he turned his back on his brother. "You are unworthy of my blade." he responded in a dismissal tone.

Suddenly there was a clattering of something metal hitting the deck plating behind him. "Pick it up.. if you dare. Coward."

"You are a fool for provoking this, you are also a fool for believing that this will cow me into acting on your behalf.."

"Cowards are to be challenged and replaced." N'grain responded as he twirled his blade over his wrist before he double looped it in in a sideways figure eight.

L'gran sighed. "Imbecile." and with that he went for his younger brother who was clearly determined to challenge him for leadership not only of his forces but also of his house.

The two men circled each other as the younger brother began swinging wildly. L'gran sighed softly before he swung his blade once as N'grain began screaming, as his sword hand plus blade simply dropped away, splattering the area with a smattering of fuchsia colored blood.

L'gran kicked his brother once, the man went reeling backwards, screaming as he clutched his destroyed wrist arm as he fell back on his copious buttocks.

"This dual... Is over. I am house head.. and you were a poor challenge to me." and with that he turned and walked out the door, snatching a spear off of the rack as he went.

Several decades earlier some fool or other had set loose two dozen or so Targs on this continent and then had his house's authority to declare the places wildlife sanctuary, to violate it would have carried the most severe sanction from the highest authority. In truth there was one reason why L'gran liked this place. Whenever he had a hankering for fresh meat he could simply seize a spear and take the day off.

Out the door he went into the mists of the local area, he smiled as he regarded the half dozen or so Targs that were nearby as there were now Targ beyond counting here now.

He smiled as he moved slowly and then he selected his target, a large male was downrange of him, the ground was perfect for hunting with mild mist and low wind. He lifted his spear and fired it at the Targ.

His aim was true and it pierced through the Targ's neck and out the other side, splattering the ground in blood. L'gran moved in closer before he whispered into the dying beasts eat after drawing a large knife from his belt. "Noble beast. I honor your sacrifice... I will feast upon your heart tonight as your strength will become mine.. You will live in within me... and you will be honored by me... I thank you." and with that L'Gran plunged his blade into the gut, spilling its intestines out onto the damp ground.

He smiled as he trussed the Targ, he then slid the spear between its pound feet and then he went back to his stronghold.

As he neared the fortresses gates. "IO come bearing todays lunch.. Open up!"

"Identify yourself."

"I am L'gran, son of Shestrurg."

"The gates parted like the parting of an ocean before him and he entered the building, several Klingon troops came to meet him. "Take this to the kitchen and see to it the Chef saves the heart for me this time.." he responded.

"Sier. the Fleet has reported in. They are ready to depart."

L'gran smiled as he bared his fangs. "I will take my dinner with me then..." as he produced his combadge. "Beam me up." and with that statement, L'gran was beamed up to his ship.