SD901215.16 Personal Log, Kaarg Civilian
KLok Maarg
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[Corridor A215 Star Base 512]
'Find out who they are and deal with them,' were the last words from The
General to the Klingon officer now skulking down a corridor......
The Effeminate (by Klingon standards) Klingon minced down the corridor. He
needed to report on the meeting between the General and the Cardassian so was
in quite a hurry. He was only aware of the tail at the last moment, not really
reacting before an arm went under his, wrapping across the Klingon's chest,
holding him close the point of a D'k tagh pressed against his chin. Death
would be quick and relatively painless should the attacker press the blade
upwards quickly.
"I don't know you. What's your interest in the General?" came the gruff voice
from behind him, very close to the effeminate one's ear. It wasn't the
General's voice, but whoever it was was very good at sneaking about. "Who are
you?" He responded, his voice squeaking somewhat. That gave away more to the
assailant than the victim realised until the assailant said, "I suggest you
leave this station, Human. Your cover is blown. Go back home, or things will
get.... ugly. No more pretending to be a Klingon and if I catch you
eavesdropping or tailing anyone again, you'll be floating in space before you
know it. Now Go!" The effeminate one was pushed into a turbo lift, the doors
shutting almost immediately. The effeminate one turned round, only to see a
shadow disappear off down the corridor as the turbo lift doors closed on him.
Leutenant Tha'Lek of the 5th Phalanx of the Imperial foot dashed down a number
of jefferies tubes before coming to a stop. He scraped the blade of his D'k
tagh onto a phial, letting the blood sample drip into it, after all, you cannot
sheath a d'k tagh without drawing blood, can you? He grinned, holding a small
device that allowed him to track the one he had assaulted. A small nano bot
beneath the skin. Hopefully, the 'fake' Klingon wouldn't even notice, after
all, there was quite a substantial amount of surgery that went into making a
Human look like a Klingon. 'Now for the other one,' thought the Leutenent.
=/\= End Log =/\=
Lt Tha'Lek, 5th Phalanx, Imperial Foot (Formerly) - NPC.
With Honour I Walk,
With Honour I Fight,
With Honour I Die,
With The Blood Of My Enemies On My Blade.
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