>> "I hate this situation as much as I hate them right now. We focus on the >> vermin from within the fleet for now, and let the FBI take on the others. >> Make what ever resources they need available to them, just make sure that >> when they are arrested that Starfleet is part of it. What the FBI can't >> catch, we will deal with, but only when the time is right and we are burried >> the dead and the blind hate. " He wanted to throw more, destroy more, but >> there was little sense in it. Perhaps later in a halodeck.... > >"Understood, Sir," she replied simply.
Kit put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. "We will destrrroy the cancerrr that gnaws at us, that made this day possible." It had taken some time, but Carrhae's words finally sunk into her rage-filled mind as well. In the land of her father, on Klinzhai, the perpetrators entire network would already be on the run, hunted like targs until they were exterminated. Blood would spill in rivers, and the screams of those unfortunate enough to be captured would echo in the Emperor's throne room. But Carrhae was right. This was the Federation, and while she admired the simplicity of the Klingon way, she had not chosen that path. Her father had wanted her to be in Starfleet, Klingon though he was and proud of it. He had seen the terrifying results of such pogroms, people who had no knowledge of the events but were unfortunate enough to have been born to the same house executed for no crime other than being born to the wrong family. He had turned away from that path, and he had taught her to turn away, too. If she wished for that path now, she would dishonor his memory, and she was Klingon enough that she would rather die than do such a thing. "Samuel," she said softly. "Tonight, when the hunt is underrrway and the darrrkness closes in, I will be on the holodeck. M'Rrenn was not of my clan, but he was an honorrrable warrrriorr. I will honorrr his memorrry and send him on his jourrrney with the most ancient prrrayerr of the Mikan, the Grrreat Hunt." It was an offer, which Lasiter could choose to accept or not, but she would do this for her friend. It could not bring him back, nor could it bring back Lasiter's son, but the act of honoring the fallen, especially through the battle, released the anger and helped to bring peace. The Hunt, in it's actual form, was forbidden on Cait because of the prey the Mikan traditionally used, but it was the oldest death ritual, and still existed on holodecks, in symbolic form, and in the hearts of the Mikan. (resp?) She turned to Carrhae. "I have been trrrying forrr weeks to stop this plague that devourrrs the hearrrt of the Fleet. I know who it is, but I cannot connect him to what I suspect is months, orrr even yearrrs of illegal, even murrrderrous acts, that have sucked the life frrrom us. We arrre not an intelligence orrranization, and have limited rrresourrrces in that arrrea. If you can find the connections, Spec Ops will rrrreel him in and his crrrimes can be exposed in courrrrt forrr all to see." (resp?) "Adm. Keterrring," she said simply. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
