Settling Business

Posted on Fri Mar 13th, 2020 @ 3:50am by Captain Worf, Son of Mogh & Commander Shireen Stark-Yamaguchi

Mission: Mission 92: O War! Thou Holy Son of Hell, Whom angry Heavens do Make their Minister,
Location: IKS Bortasque
Timeline: June 26th, 2392

Martok casually walked onto the bridge of the Bortasque, and looking at his transporter officer, he ordered. "Beam the fake Chancellor B'humkass to our bridge, now."

Doran nodded. "Yes Chancellor." as he went to work on his panel.

Meanwhile nearby was Commander Shireen Yamaguchi, she had herself replicated a new Starfleet uniform since she was able to go home for the first time, it was time she started acting the part as she watched in silence. She liked the new uniform as it hugged her curves and lines, she could see that she made the uniform look good but this was an observation that she kept to herself.

The false Chancellor appeared before Martok as Worf, who was standing nearby, watched with amusement in his eyes.

B'humkass gave Martok a poisonous look and sneered. "So, the coward Chancellor has returned."

Martok smiled, amused, "Funny how you accuse me of being the coward, and yet you are the one who stinks of fear."

"I am merely trying to restore the glory of the empire," B'humkass asserted angrily, "You have let the empire rot and decay and become soft, while I bring strength back into it."

Martok looked at the viewscreen which showed the shattered remnants of B'humkasses fleet. "Yes, you have done a fine job of that." Martok then paused as he chose his next words, "I knew people like you would be a problem. people like you who were so terrified of the inevitable change our people would undergo, so you try to restore the old ways, or destroy the empire in the process, because of your irrational fear of change." During his explanation, Martok turned his back to B'humkass, and the rage took hold of the man. B'humkass grabbed his Dak'tag, and made a move to stab Martok in the back, however, he didn't watch his footing, and the spike on his boot got caught in one of the steps on the bridge.

B'humkass went down with a loud thump, his face painfully smacking into the deck plating, and he inadvertently drove his Dak'tag into his own chest. The resulting howl caught Martok's attention and he turned back around, only to find himself staring at B'humkass lying on the floor, slowly dying from the wound inflicted by his own weapon.

Worf watched in silence, a rather wide smile on his face as Shireen was the one who spoke up. "You shall not cross the river of blood Klingon. You have died by your own hand. That wound is mortal. I can't fix that." as she went over to him, quickly depriving the Klingon of his knife. "Your heart is beating, faster and faster as it tries to keep you going, you're losing a lot of blood due to hemorrhage, eventually you'll suffocate." the small female smiled as she backed away. "Dying with your hands around the throat of your enemy will be honorable... But I believe the honored dead would speak poorly of you." she added as she backed away out of his reach.

Worf regarded the small female before him, clearly impressed. "You learned well."

"I did. Doran was a fine teacher." Shireen responded. "You Whatever-your-name-is. Will disappear. Your name will be forgotten and people will not recall who... or what you were..."

Martok nudged the dying B'humkass with his boot. "You know, it would be satisfying for me to kill you, but really, this is much more poetic. You dying by your own stupidity."

B'humkass coughed up blood and sputtered, but failed to say anything as he laid there, bleeding out from his self-inflicted wound.

Yamaguchi smiled as she watched the event take place in silence. "Well.. this was tragically brief."

B'humkass's departure was not particularly brief, however, Martok ignored his pathetic dying moans as he turned to his officers. "Alright, we need to get in touch with whatever surviving high councils and high house heads are left in the empire. Then figure out what exactly is going on in the empire first. Plus if anyone on the ship wants to try and get in contact with their families, they are free to do so."

Worf nodded. "What if they have no homes to go to?" he inquired.

Shireen watched in silence, she was going home and she too, had no home to go to since she was a century and a half out of time.

"Then they are free to make a new home where they see fit," Martok answered, "Even if it is not with the empire. Providing that there is still an empire left."

Worf watched the Chancellor leave in silence, he knew that forthcoming events would be hardest on him and the house that both men were a part of. That was assuming that there was a House Martok left alive.

Martok didn't even care to notice that B'humkass had finally given off one last moan and died.