TNG 61 - Diplomatic Implausibility by Star Trek

Author:Star Trek [Star Trek]
Language: deu
Format: epub
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Published: 2011-01-02T07:59:36.520000+00:00

"Hurry up, you fat fool," the guard said, "or I'll leave you behind."

"Hey, you're supposed to do this kind of thing. I'm supposed to sit in an office."

"And eat all the bok-rat liver you can find," the guard said, spitting disdainfully. "You make me ill."

They turned a corner to see another al'Hmatti. "Die, rebel!" the guard said, but Kori recognized the al'Hmatti as ge'Tvrona.

He said, "No, don't shoot! He's all right, he works here, he's a friend."

"A friend? He's jeghpu'wl'." But the guard did lower his disrupter.

Getvrona loped toward them on all fours. "What's going on, Kori?"

"Some rebels are attacking. They put a bomb somewhere. Takus and Kiln are trying to disarm it now. We've got to get out of here." "Damn," ge'Tvrona said.

Then he turned and mauled the guard, slicing his throat open with a quick slash.

Kori stood in shock as the guard fell to the ground, blood pouring from his neck. The guard tried to get off a disrupter shot, but it fired harmlessly into the ceiling.

"Ge'Tvrona, what're you doing?"

"Killing a Klingon. It seems to be the only way to get rid of you."

There was a harshness to ge'Tvrona's voice that Kori had never heard before.

"I don't understand."

"Of course not. You've never understood us. You just rape our planet." "I--ge'Tvrona, I thought we were friends!"

"Friends?" Ge'Tvrona let out a nasty laugh. "I'mjeghpu'wl'." Then ge'Tvrona grabbed the guard's disrupter, stood on his hind legs, and shot Kori.

Every nerve in Kori's body felt like it was set on fire.

Then he felt nothing. He knew he had collapsed to the ground because now all he could see was the green-tinged ceiling, but he felt no impact. The green light started to fade to black.

"Oh, and one more thing," a distant voice that must have been ge'Tvrona's said. "I'm afraid the shipment's going to be late." A laugh followed. Then: "This is ge'Tvrona. The Klingons are trying to disarm the bomb. You'd better send someone down there."

Kori heard nothing after that.

After a moment, he saw nothing. The faint ozone smell that always lingered in the refinery faded, as did the scent of the guard's blood.

Even the taste of the bok-rat liver faded from his tongue. His last thought was: hope I was wrong about the afterlife.

Tiral paced agitatedly around Klag's office on the I

Gorkon as Worf gave the governor and the captain a report of the meeting with em'Rlakun and the follow-up I

research he and Wu had done. Actually, it was more of a waddle than a pace, given Tiral's girth. Also present was one of Tiral's guards--Klag had asked that he remain outside with Krevor and Klag's own guard, but Tiral had insisted that the guard had to be in the same room with him any time he left the confines of the satellite. To Worf's relief, Klag had at least convinced Tiral to order the guard to holster his disrupter. As Worf suspected, the prime minister had performed very few of the tasks Tiral had assigned her that directly related to dealing with the rebels.

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