K'Tossagh

The door to K'Tossagh's private laboratory and office swung into the metal-clad wall, creating a clamor that echoed through the installation. "We have visitors," a guard grunted, and if the strength he used in opening the door was any indication, he was seething. He stared at the dark-faced Klingon, one eyebrow arching. "Visitors?" "From the surface." He paused, and his voice twisted around the next word disgustedly. "Humans." "Ghuy'cha'!" he swore. "Have we fallen so far from a warrior race that the Federation is welcome on Qo'NoS?" "So it seems," the guard answered. "They've requested to speak to the leader of the complex." "And you agreed?" he asked, flabbergasted. "They should have been executed the moment they were sighted! Have you forgotten what is at stake here, Gragh?" He answered lowly. "I have not forgotten." "Then I don't need to remind you what's at stake with this project, do I? The lives and honor of every Klingon man, woman, and child?" K'Tossagh added, regardless. "Q'o." "maJ. I will meet with these humans. And so will you -- and we will determine whether or not they should have d'k'tahgs in their hearts." * * * The purpose of the laboratory Challenger's unwitting away team had, quite by accident, stumbled into, was a rather desperate one. The destruction of Praxis had left the ecological environment of the Klingon homeworld in permanent jeopardy, and despite the government's assurances to the contrary, there was much debate in the scientific community regarding just how much effort was being put into a solution. Hence, the Praxis Project, an underground (both metaphorical and literal) development project created to examine the options for cleansing the atmosphere. However, the results for such, they found, were mediocre at best, expensive, and purely theoretical. The Praxis Project had, however, developed another solution, a solution they were hoping, perhaps, might be accepted by the Klingon people: relocation. A new homeworld; a new Qo'NoS. A new, clean atmosphere.