Sunder

[NDak 0]

For a long moment, the executive officer of the warbird Talon considered what deity he or the commanding officer of the vessel had possibly annoyed in some prior mission. There had been that business on Kata Manoya where he’d… no he’d paid for that by now surely? Or that time on Gavan IV… no no he’d paid for that as well. Sidelong, he glanced to the view screen filled with a Klingon Bird of Prey and then to the now much younger and much less bionic Khre’Riov t’Rexan. Exhaling he decided that with a woman as sour, often miserable, and cranky as her that it would be a futile effort to figure out which deities she’s ticked off, in fact it might be, he considered, easier to figure out which ones she hadn’t.

 

He sighed and returned to the situation at hand. Blaming deities or elements for one’s situation, he’d found, was unhelpful. The only recourse was to simply move on with one’s life and make the best out of what was becoming an increasingly more horrible day, no week, no month. To be entirely honest, nothing about this entire mission had gone right, even when something had, someone had found a way to screw it up.

 

Perhaps, he considered, they just weren’t meant to be in this damned quadrant. Nothing good had ever came out of it; and ever since the Lloann’na found the wormhole, filled with the Bajorans make-believe friends, nothing but trouble had befallen the Alpha quadrant. If there were gods or whatever mucky-muck – one might think that they were trying to send a signal to the Empire. Shaking his head as he ran his fingers over the tactical console to target the Bird of Prey, while simultaneously plan for multiple secondary targets to appear the moment they dropped the hammer, he remembered that his people were never ones to be deterred by the will of the Elements.

 

Ever Rihan child grew up hearing stories of the Sundering. They were a people who had been formed from struggle and strife. Looking at the Klingon Bird of Prey and its putrid green (as opposed to the valorous green of the Talon) hull, N’Dak considered planning what needed done. Despite the uneasy peace, there had been border flare ups between the two empires. Now, in the depths of the dark quadrant, there was about to be another. The Talon had endured too much, came too far, to be stopped by a band of veruul now. Like their ancestors, they would suffer, they would bleed and die, but they would sunder home to glory and victory.