The Slaughter of the Peasants Revolt - Part Two

Posted on Fri Mar 6th, 2020 @ 5:30pm by Fleet Admiral Dominique Jes-Tereth

Mission: Mission 65: And Death Rained Down
Location: Various Locations - Kronos
Timeline: 1230Hrs - February 24th, 2392

The time and place was nigh and none could stop it, of the twenty four houses that had been warned their slaughter was coming, many of the people had fled on various ships owned by the house, many of them were fleeing to the Federation and the like, fleeing from this insane witch hunt, by forces who should not have been doing such a thing by a Chancellor who was clearly insane.

General Vinrook regarded the assault that he was personaly leading against House Mi'rok on the Klingon world of Mempa, he had simply moved a Bird of prey in to stun everyone from close range with their disruptors.

The effect was that everyone in the house, all two dozen members were simply raided and carried off like pieces of loot, fit for theft and rapine as members of the defense forces proceeded to strip the compound bare of any traces of their former owners before putting the place to the sword.

The scene where the greatest affront to Klingon honor took place at House Nal'leek. This was a small house of two families with a large number of children.

A single klingon man wearing defense force armor went up to the door, with his left hand he banged on the front door and was answered by the eldest female in the house, he then punched her in the face, grabbed her and forced her to open the door, when she refused he simply blasted her hand off with his disruptor.

Her screams alerted everyone present that something was going on and out poured everyone else, the ten children were of various ages from six to sixteen, two middle aged females and three men all emerged with weapons.

The house head was gunned down where he stood as the band of Klingon mercenaries simply began shooting everyone with phasers set to stun, they also wore head coverings to hide their faces.

They dealt with the three men quickly and efficiently, with disruptor blasts at max power that disintegrated them, then they did the same to the youngest two children. "The rest, men, are yours to enjoy at your leisure."

The men smiled. Satisfied with their handiwork, they each selected a female and then dragged them off. The team leader smiled as he draped the old woman over a sofa before he pulled her pants off and he proceeded to rape her.

All over the compound, the scene was repeated as scenes of rape were repeated again and again. None were spared as all; of the children got it at least twice each before the men decided to end their suffering with phasers and disruptors at maximum power, disintegrating each child, one after another, their screams fading into nothingness.

The ruthlessness at which this house was violated and then butchered was frightening, even by Klingon standards. The Images of women and children being tormented and finally slain for the privilege of the mad Chancellor as she was now known was quickly becoming public knowledge.

The Klingon prisoners were carted off and were all brought to the most notorious prison on Kronos but there were not going to remain here for very long, the word was spread about the prisoners that Wohavi would have them all die in various and horrible ways.

Garan, son of No'thar and scion of house Halsi regarded the situation before him. "This is intolerable.. We are Klingons... Let us die honorably.."

His reward of swords was a simple slap across the face. "Silence honorless traitors.. You will die in whatever manner the Chancellor deems worthy."'

"You dammn yourselves by helping her.. you korrets." which roughly meant idiot in the human tongue.

"Lets go." as the guard handled the Klingon female next to her, hauling her out and shoving him back into the massive cell.

As the hours went by, they came for the prisoners one at a time before taking them outside to be judged, they had one of four deaths available to them, being burnt like a piece of wood, boiled in tar, hung by the next then being drawn and quartered or being buried alive.

Garan looked around as he noticed dozens of bodies nearby from all of the various punishments and body parts from being drawn and quartered. What affected him most was the body of a child, its body constricted in the throes of death, covered in a thick layer of black oil.
"We will have vengeance for this.."

"Move.." and with that Garan spun, his bindings came loose as he wrapped his hands around the closest guardsman before he proceeded to quickly throttle the man, he snapped the man's neck before he was but-stroked by another who bashed him with his rifle.

The man reached down but a third simply disintegrated the prisoner where he lay. "Move in. Get me another prisoner... we finish this today... Move!"

"Yessir." and with that the nameless guardsman went about getting on with this honorless task.