Godfather (Part 1) [18+]

Posted on 23 Dec 2016 @ 12:26am by General ('aj) Ko'raH House of G'Iogh & Ensign Miraj Derani

2,915 words; about a 15 minute read

Mission: Episode 12 - Recluse
Location: Kreanus Colony - Deck 22, General Ko'raH's Quarters
Timeline: MD 07 - 2000 hrs

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It had taken Miraj all day to build up the nerve for this. All day and a nip of dutch courage. something that seemed to be mostly fumes. God knows where Snow had scared it up from.

So here she was. She had wondered into parts of the colony that seemed to be mostly Klingons, her heart hammering in her chest, terrified of seeing the two that had stuck that thing on her. she'd only slept when Allyndra has taken pity and given her a precious dose of sedative. But this she had to do. She had to ask the obvious question and get an answer.

Her Klingon consisted of of three phrases, one being "do you speak human?" Still she managed to find out where the General was. All she had to do was put one foot in front of the other a couple dozen times. He was just at the end of the corridor. it took a minute to go the twenty yards but eventually she was close enough to the two Klingon guards to look at them.

One of them stepped up and moved forward to the short pink-haired woman, then stood in front of her to block the entrance to the door behind him where the general's office was located. The guard peered down at the half-Boslic woman before speaking. "What are you doing here, Starfleet?"

She wanted to look him in the eye, glare at him defiantly they way a hero in a novel would, but she couldn't. "I want to see the general." She asked the space in front of them.

The Klingon's eyebrows went up in surprise, then he turned to the other guard with amusement spread across his features. They both exchanged looks and a sudden symphony of laughter erupted from the both of them. "You? The general? For what purpose?"

Her stomach tightened with anxiety but she held her ground., even though her voice was small. "I have questions. Questions that need to be asked. "

"About what, Starfleet?" came the other guard's curt reply. "The general does not have time for you. You can ask me your questions," he instructed.

"No. I can't." If she told him what she wanted to know he'd never let her near the General. "It's personal. Only he can answer."

"Personal?" the other guard repeated. It began to make sense to him now. He gave a knowing look to the other Klingon and they both suppressed big grins. Obviously the woman was one of the general's new concubines and was attempting to maintain her dignity for an intimate visit.

"I see. I am sure the general will be happy to indulge you once you finish entertaining him," he smiled mischievously at Derani. "Proceed."

She went as pink as her hair at the innuendo. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, but instead she forced herself to walk forward as the door was opened for her, and stepped into the lion's den.

When the door parted, Ko'raH didn't look up. He was in the middle of procuring a handful of large worms from the bowl in front of him. Slowly, the exposed fingers on his gloved hand reached down into the top of the receptacle and pulled a hefty amount of wiggling food into the air. He tilted his head back and dropped them all into his mouth in one motion. The scent of fresh gagh and Klingon musk permeated the dark and hazy office which was mid-sized and sparsely decorated. On the large metallic table in front of where he sat was his meal, a data terminal, and a stack of data pads. Several latinum trophies and trinkets lined the walls, but aside from that, the room was barren.

Ko'raH finally looked to the new arrival -- the girl with the pink hair -- and paused for a brief moment before he began to chew. He let out a brief grunt to convey his displeasure at her arrival, then reached for another handful of gagh.

For a moment Miraj hesitated, trying to keep her stomach from heaving. Gagh was well named. You smelled it, you wanted to gag. Watching his thick fingers poke the worms into his mouth was horrible. This was going to be like having a dressing pulled off a healed wound. Best done fast. "General? I'm Miraj. I was the pilot of the ship you killed. I want to ask you a question."

He didn't look at her for several long moments while he continued to eat and devour the delicacy. Finally he spoke in his signature deep, rumbling voice. "How did you get past my guards?"

She bit her lip. " I, er, asked them." She didn't want to tell him what those guards thought she was here for. An amorous Klingon was not something she wanted to deal with, especially not this one.

Ko'rah expelled a throaty breath of air then threw down the remaining gagh in his hand onto the plate next to the bowl. He looked up at her with piercing veteran eyes. "Do not lie to me, ensign. It is dishonorable." He had studied the previous intel of Galileo and done his due diligence to remember each crew member who was now aboard Kreanus. He also knew his two lieutenants outside of his office would never simply allow someone to wander in after simply asking. "I will ask you one last time...how did you get past my guards?"

Silently she cursed all Klingons; why did they not believe her when she told the truth. Her cheeks reddened once more. "They assumed I was here to.." She swallowed and her voice got softer. "Entertain...you." She didn't dare look at him.

He squinted and observed her more closely, his scrutinizing gaze running up and down her lithe frame. "Are you?" he asked. "Will you entertain me in return for your question?"

She squirmed a little under his gaze. She had no desire to, but maybe the hope of it might loosen his tongue a little. She needed a moment to think up a way to say no that wouldn't see her thrown out on her ear. "I wouldn't know how."

He studied her for another short moment then returned to his meal. He picked up a fresh handful of worms and dumped them into his mouth. "Since you have cleverly lied to my guards, I will not execute them," he said in between chewing while giving her a knowing glance. "And I will answer your question if it pleases you. But first, you must do something for me."

Given the question she was here to ask, having him in a good mood would be helpful. "Alright."

"Come closer and stand in front of me," the general instructed, "and remove your clothes." He broke off a piece of baked oj'Pa bread on his side plate and dipped it in the bowl of gagh sauce before bringing it to his mouth and looking up at her. There was no levity in his voice nor on his features. "A lie must be rectified by the truth. It is the honorable way."

Take off her clothes? The honorable way? This just confirmed her instinct of him. He was watching her expectantly. Was this a test? She wasn't exactly a pretty picture right now, still with marks on her arms and legs, and bruises on her face. Her stomach plunged. This was escalating quickly. Perhaps she could get his answer before things went too far.

She moved around his desk until she was standing a few feet from him, out of reach. Without looking at him she unzipped her jacket, and dropped it on the corner of his desk. She'd lost her boots on Galileo, so there was impediment when she shoved her trousers down. Her grey turtleneck followed. Then she gripped the hem of her vest with shaking hands. Like a dressing, she reminded herself, do it fast. She pulled it up over her head and off in one brisk move, leaving her in just her bra and panties, holding the fabric of her vest to her as if it could stop him from looking at her.

He continued to look at her while he chewed the piece of bread. With slimy fingers, he gestured her half-nude form. "All of it," he told her.

His gaze on her was making her skin itch. Her question wasn't worth it. She should just leave.

She should.

But she also wanted to hurt him, and she had no doubt the question would sting. Just a little longer. And then she could choke him on his and honour and what he wasn't going to get.

With obvious reluctance she reached behind her and unclipped the bra, holding her arm over herself she slipped it out and let it fall on the desk. It left her with a dilemma of how to take off the last garment without revealing herself to him.

The general didn't speak. He continued to eat his bread while using his other hand to finish the bowl of gagh and occasionally looked over at her wondering why she was still clothed. He waited with unexpected patience for the woman to comply with his demand.

Realising there was no way, she used both hands to tug the black underwear over her hips and stepped out of them. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She added them to the pile of clothes. He could clearly see that pink was her natural hair colour. The room was cold and goose flesh rose on her skin. She hugged her arms to her, trying to stay warm, hoping the sight of her pallid bruised flesh would blind him.

He grunted with satisfaction while his eyes played over her naked and bruised body. Her apparent discomfort would have surprised him had it not been for her Starfleet indoctrination. A Klingon woman would never have hesitated to display her body proudly. "You are fit," he declared after taking in her entire body. "And you have regained your honor. You will be a good mate for one of our officers. Now what is your question?"

Mate one of his officers? Mate? Didn't she get a say in that? stay with the moment. They'd be gone from here long before that came an issue. Go with the question. She'd rehearsed it enough. she drew a breath.

"Where is your honor, you mewling quim? Why are you still here, and not drawing the people after you away from this place? Why are you hiding behind a Romulan like a child hides behind their parents legs, instead of doing the one thing you can do to help protect it against Kronos, you minuscule, putrescent, scut."

Ko'raH didn't understand half of the colorful language she'd used but nevertheless knew its connotations. He spit out half of a chewed piece of bread onto his plate in disgust at her attitude. His voice turned deep and menacing as he cocked his head at her. "...You dare question my honor?" He reached out with greasy gagh-coated fingertips and quickly snatched one of Derani's erect nipples between his fingertips. He pinched down hard and gave it a twist, then used his grip to pull her down toward the table and close to his face. "What does a juvenile girl like you know about statecraft?" he hissed.

She hissed with pain and stumbled forward, forced to hold herself up with one hand on his desk or tumble right into his lap. "More than you." She spat out. "I know if want someone's help, I don't antagonise them, destroy their home, torture and murder their friends. I know If my actions have putting others in danger then its up to me to fix it, not bully others into it. I know if someone is going to get hurt while others look for me, I move away from them, I don't cower behind them and wet my pants."

He scowled and violently pushed her away, releasing his grip on her chest at the last moment. He found her ignorance appalling -- but then again, what could a junior Federation officer possibly understand about Klingon politics, he thought. "You know nothing," he countered before reaching for another piece of bread and dunking it in the gagh bowl. "I have not asked for your help to protect me...Medara has asked for your assistance so you can save the Federation...and yourselves." He paused to let his words sink in.

"And if you think I am here because I refuse to confront the High Council," he continued, "you are mistaken. It is I who will exact my revenge and restore my family's honor. On my terms. Not theirs! A true warrior knows when to engage the enemy when he has the advantage and not squander the lives of his men chasing glory." He waggled a crumb-coated finger at Derani. "This is why I command Kreanus' fleet...not you or the former Tal Shiar. This is how Kreanus has survived for almost a hundred years! Who are you to question me?"

She crashed back, landing on her arse hard enough to add a new bruise. Wincing, she pulled her legs up to cover herself. "You may not be squandering your men's lives. Just everyone else's. You could have asked. You didn't need to kill us. Why did you do it?"

Stuffing a hefty chunk of bread in his mouth, he reached over to the other side of the table to retrieve his goblet of bloodwine. He took a very long drink and tendrils of the liquid dribbled down his chin into his gray goatee. "You and your crew were offered terms of surrender," he started after swallowing. "There was no need for your vessel's destruction. Yet...your captain chose to fight. A poor decision by a so-called 'admiral'. She is the one who killed your crew -- her own officers. Do not blame me for her miscalculation."

She watched him slip his drink everywhere and shuddered. He was gross. "You didn't even try to talk." She said scornfully. "Just did everything to piss us off."

A thought occurred to her. If he was one of the pirate Lords in her Bloodbeard novels, seeking revenge against a royal navy, they would want a place where sea and weather were most advantageous, full of shoals and shallows and other hazards where you needed a lifetime to learn the winds. The nebula was a disaster for navigation. You were effectively blind. Yet there was no cover to speak of. Anyone adapted to the terrain, anyone familiar with it, would have infinite advantage. Could ambush over and over until the enemy was wrecked.

"You want Kronos to come here."

"Ha!" he barked, his sunken eyes now filling with amusement. "That would be too easy. I could have our victory but your precious Federation would be thrown into a state of war with the Empire once their armada was detected crossing the border. No... I will go to Qo'noS myself with your assistance. To the den of my enemy so they can see my face in their great Hall of Warriors. There, I will exact my revenge and purge the Council of their treachery.

"So you do want our help." And despite that he'd still done everything to set them against him. She got to her feet, no longer feeling intimidated. The reason was simple. "You're a moron." She reached for her underwear.

He reached out before she could grab them and took her entire pile of clothes in his hand. Anger boiled inside him at her insolence. "And you are a glob fly who does not understand your place in the world," he retorted. His eyes settled on hers and he swiftly tossed all of her clothing into the corner behind him. The implications were obvious.

"You have asked your question and I have answered. Now get out of my sight before I decide for you to 'entertain' me further," he threatened. "I will keep your garments as a souvenir. And for you to remember this lesson."

Miraj stared at him, and then at her clothes. Of all the petulant, petty, pig headed things to. She was right. He was a moron. If after all this, when he and this whole colony needed them more than the Galileo crew needed the colony, he was still trying force and humiliation, then he was a brain rotted bilge rat. And that of course was why the colony needed their help. Their fleet commander was too stupid to live.

She looked about to see if there was anything else she could use to cover herself with. there wasn't. She'd have to head back to the Galileo quarters butt naked. Or run. Run was an option. At least you haven't been tarred and feathered, she told herself. it could have been a lot worse. Just had to get it over. Like pulling off a dressing.

She turned away from him, not ready, not willing to go, but willing herself to do it. And as the door whizzed open. She realised that despite his claims he hadn't answered her question. All he'd offered was excuses.

[OFF]

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General Ko'raH
Kreanus Fleet Commander
Kreanus Colony

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

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