Warrior's Angst

[Konath 0]

Councilman Konath

0408.19

IKS MaQja

 

~Start~

 

Konath sat in deep thought aboard the MeH on the MaQja contemplating the situation. He did not agree with the Chancellor’s decision to release the QoB crew to their own devices, but there was little he could do about that decision, Martok would not tolerate Konath questioning the decision, and it was most likely a decision backed by Qun'Jatlh.

 

While Konath did not fear either of them, he would choose not to anger them unless it was necessary. However, he was not so sure about letting them roam free for three months unchecked.

 

Yes, Konath had decided to keep an eye on them, especially this ‘Messner.’ This one perplexed Konath. Had Konath not seen the smooth forehead, he would have swore Messner had the heart of Klingon warrior.

 

His thoughts were broken by his OPS officer.

 

“Councilman,” he said. “Martok wonders if you will be attending the celebration banquet.”

 

Konath grunted. “What is there to celebrate?”

 

The OPS officer hesitated a moment. “With all respect, should we not celebrate the return of great warriors to the Empire, from a long quest?”

 

Again Konath grunted. “Great Warriors? They have not conquered; they have not won glorious battles. You act as if the Quest of QoB should be legendary. That it should be sung of in great songs and tales in the Hall of Warriors!.”

 

The OPS officer was silent, obviously Konath was in a foul mood.

 

Konath grunted at the silence. “Inform the Chancellor that I will be attending the banquet. Also send word to HoD Gre’tQ that I wish to speak with him, I have a mission for him. Also send word to Qun’Jalth. I wish to consult his ‘wisdom.’ He may be old, and growing senile, but he is a source I can not over look.”

 

The OPS officer nodded and quickly scurried back to his station, leaving Konath to stare at the view screen once more.

 

The QoB had returned for a long and dangerous journey. It was a symbol of what the Klingons had become, brothers with the Federation.

 

And that is what so troubled Konath, since Khitomer all those years ago, the Klingon heart had been tamed by the Federation. His heart raged with the furry of Kahless, but he felt weak, docile.

 

The QoB was a symbol of that, to him, and he yearned to simply tap a button and erase that symbol from history.

 

He sighed, he knew he could not do that, he knew that his angst would continue. And that the glory days of the past were long dead. The QoB/Lakota was the future of the Empire and the Federation.

 

~End~