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Klingon Courtesy

Everyone in the docking room was dead...

 

Except for two klingons.

 

A smoldering pile of rubble and burning limbs was all that remained of the technicians and their cargo.

 

The console officer appeared to be mising most of his head.

 

Various other humans lay in heaps on the floor.

 

But what interested Magek was the officer with the TRAVIS folder. His wound wasn't unremarkable, a disruptor blast in the chest. No it was something else, the expression on his face.

 

He was smiling.

 

Magek crouched over the man. Only a true warrior could die with a grin on his face. Magek gently closed the eyes of this man and said a small prayer to Kahless. Then he picked up his rifle and turned to Imag.

 

"We must keep moving!" he yelled. Imag nodded.

 

The warriors ran out the door and down the coridoor, leaving the bloody mess the room had become as a testemant to Klingon courtesy.

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