A Little Bit of Donatella in my Life

Posted on Wed Feb 14th, 2018 @ 5:03am by Admiral Ke'gak

Mission: S01E02 D-8 With the Devil
Location: Aboard the QIH Qa' | Beta Quadrant

"Sir," the communications officer said.

Ke'gak turned in his chair and eyed the young officer. He had had to call for replacements and this officer was one of them. He was not unpleased with his newest recruits. "Yes, Lieutenant M'lok?" It had been quiet on the bridge for several hours. Ke'gak was planning his next move on the Federation and trying to figure out how he could get one Donatella Figueroa in his sights again. Her and her Musashi.

"The Klingon High Council is reporting a Federation vessel near Klingon space."

Ke'gak grunted. He didn't really care where the Federation wanted to go, as long as they were still on their side of the line. They were at war after all. The enemy was just trying to get a lookie-loo into Klingon space. Then something occurred to him. "M'lok! Where along the border is that Federation ship?"

"Sir?" M'lok questioned.

Ke'gak sighed. Just when he was starting to feel confident. "I said... tell me where along the border that Federation ship is!" He raised his voice just a little, shaking the rest of the bridge crew out of their complacency as well. Everyone seemed to sit up at their stations a little quicker. Ke'gak liked that he still had that effect on people.

"The ship is near the JuO'ku'eH Fleet Yards, Boreth."

Ke'gak grunted again. The Federation must have temporarily lost their minds. It was a dangerous place for them to be roaming about. The Fleet Yards... those particular Fleet Yards. Ke'gak pressed his fingertips together, resting his hands on his chest and thinking hard. Somehow the Federation must have found out what they were building there.

She was a Klingon woman like no other in the Empire, or at least that was how she appeared to be perceived by the men and women she selected to be companions for. She was what some would call a port targ, an enchanting feminine Klingon who strutted around and found herself gaining access to any battlecruiser she could manage to get aboard. To say she was well traveled was a bit of an understatement. She was, however, as ruthless and blood thirsty as she was drop dead beautiful, and many of men and women had succumb to that very fate at her hand.

Sinistra knew her way around a battlecruiser but manned no station unless it entertained her to do so. Why stand at a station when you could sit on the battlecruiser commander's lap and be amused and captivated by the action? Though today was one of those days where she woke with a throbbing pain in the head, flashes so many flashes. The growls of warrior knocking on the gates of Sto-vo-kor. She could taste their blood in her mouth and it made her knees weak and her body tremble in sweet painful ecstasy. But there was more that was revolting her from within, a plague was sweeping across the empire and the stars... oh the stars would drip with blood and soon the Empire would rise in the wake of the faded. Many stars and many moons would change colors and songs would be sung of galliant battles.

But today it was slipping away into the blue abyss. She had awoken in Ke'gak's chambers in pain, grabbing her head trying to make it stop. The cursed sights and sounds from within it were torture, but not in the way that she found gratification from. She slid on the greyish purple evening gown, it was mostly transparent at the top where her Klingon curvature presented a juicy bust. She would make her way onto the battle bridge of the QIH Qa', eyes on her. Eyes of hatred and eyes of envy, but no eyes mattered to her. She simply snarled and snapped at them as she headed down to the commander's chair. "The stars bleed of warrior's blood, but the flames... the flames. Gone gone gone. They are coming," she said shaking her head woefully.

Ke'gak had known this woman for a long time. He grunted at her in way of a greeting. One of his hands unfolded from its position and reached out to grab at her roughly. Ke'gak was not a kind lover, but many Klingon women did not look for kindness. "What are you talking about, woman?" He was trying to wrestle her into his lap.

Sinistra took her position on his lap. She was looking up at the viewer which was off, it was just blackness. "They took the sky from me," she said making a noise that sounded like an animal in pain. "The stars I'm blind! I'm blind!" she squirmed in his lap in a near panic at not being able to see the space on the viewer.

"Woman! You are crazy!" Ke'gak pointed forward at the viewscreen. "Turn the viewscreen on. Now!" His crew was quick to comply. The viewscreen, that had been dark, flicked on, showing space all around them. "There... look... stars. Are you happy now?" Crazy woman. It was too bad that she was so incredibly beautiful. "You have not gone blind. The damn viewer was off." He adjusted her shapely backside on his lap. "Now... who's coming?"

The Klingon woman gleefully looked in amazement at the viewscreen but flinched in pain, shaking her head. "The bad one. She comes, love. She comes. The harbinger of death... The Empress of Tomorrow is arriving at our empire's entrance, but we did not invite her in."

"Oh, you're talking about the Federation..." He grunted again, his mind of whir of thoughts. "Empress of Tomorrow, huh?" His mind immedately went to Donatella Figueroa. With that thought came the realization that Captain Figueroa might just be crazy enough to try for the shipyard, but alone? Didn't that crazy human woman know that she would be outnumbered fast? The Klingon's were not going to just ignore her obviously, since they already knew she was out there. The more he thought about it, the more worried he got, squeezing Sinistra tighter and tighter. He finally let loose of her in a rather aggressive shoving motion, intended to remove her from his lap.

"Change course!" He barked and stood from his seat. If Sinistra wasn't removed before she would be now. "We're going to the shipyards. Don't rush too much and keep an ear on what the Klingon Empire is doing about the Federation interloper."