Star Beagle Adventures, Episode 1: The Eye of the Beholder

[Robert Bruce Scott]

Happy Thanksgiving! Here is the opening of The Star Beagle Adventures.

I am currently writing Episode 8. I'm going to try to post this series at a much more leisurely pace than I posted the Star Trek Hunter series - in part because when I started posting STH, that series was complete. This series is far from it...

Special thanks to CeJay, who has been helping shape this series with criticism and suggestions.

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: The Eye of the Beholder
Prelude: Tyr’phoyx 8

Prelude
Tyr’phoyx 8​

Project Manager Kiasias Tidun wrestled desperately with the computer, trying in vain to undo what she had just done. But she couldn’t remember the command codes - nothing worked. She seemed to remember scrambling them, but her memories were rapidly fading. She was fading. It was like her spots were fading - she didn’t even feel like a trill anymore. And she wasn’t just any trill.

Tidun had clawed her way to the top of the Tyr’phonyx exo-mining operation - from ore processor to mine construction engineer to prospector and eventually project manager. It was extremely rare for an unjoined trill to move up through so many different hierarchies so quickly - or even at all. Layers of tradition and racial prejudice tended to block trills from her background from climbing out of the lowest, dirtiest, most menial jobs, not to mention into project management - which, for the purposes of this operation, essentially meant captaining a mining ship.

But all of that was slipping away. She could barely remember any of it. She remembered setting the self-destruct and scrambling the codes so that she could not undo it. She could barely remember how to use the controls at all - only that she had to - even as her memories were slipping away.

She couldn’t stop the overload in the warp core. Somewhere in her mind, the tiny part that was still Kiasias Tidun went into the same problem solving mode that had won her this job; she jettisoned the warp engine and hit it not with a torpedo - which would tear the ship apart - but with a tractor beam from a mining skiff to carry it away from the ship at maximum speed. The explosion was enough to rock the Try’phoyx 8, sending a few of the trill mining engineers to their knees, but not enough to harm them otherwise.


Not that any of the trill miners could remember who they were anymore. Not even Project Manager Tidun. Their minds had finally been assimilated. Not by the borg, but by another collective. The more minds they could link, the more they began to feel… something… like there was something it was like to be them. 127 trill minds pulling together - that was enough for them. More than enough. Supergenius material…

But Tidun wasn’t finished yet - even though nothing was left of her personality. There was one more trap to spring - a countdown she had put in place in case she could not stop the assimilation of her crew - and herself. Most of the crew was currently locked in the main ore processing floor - originally called there to await an announcement from their project manager. When Project Manager Tidun failed to enter the failsafe codes in time, the compartment vented to space, blowing most of the former trills out of the back of the ship. The collective was now restricted to only 18 survivors scattered in other compartments on the Tyr’phoyx 8.


It was still more than they had had in centuries. It would be enough…

Star Beagle Enterprises on Trek BBS:

Episode 1: The Eye of the Beholder (you are here)
Episode 2: Astral Traveller
Episode 3: Yours is no Disgrace
Episode 4: Starship Trooper
Episode 5: All Good People

Episode 6: Perpetual Change
Episode 7: The Roundabout
Episode 8: South Side of the Sky
Episode 9: Long Distance Runaround
Episode 10: Schindler's Fish
Episode 11: Heart of the Sunrise
Episode 12: Close to the Edge part I - The Solid Time of Change
Episode 13: Close to the Edge part II - Total Mass Retain
Episode 14: Close to the Edge part III - I Get Up, I Get Down (now in drafting)
Episode 15: Close to the Edge part IV - Seasons of Man (projected)​

 

[CeJay]

Another beautifully twisted tale of a decidedly different flavor than Hunter. If you like your Trek freaky, twisty, and funny, this is the story for you.

 

[Bynar0110]

I've been reading bits and pieces of this on Ad Astra

 

[BountyTrek]

Very intriguing start. Glad to get in on the ground floor for this one after playing catch-up with ST:Hunter for so long!

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

Another beautifully twisted tale of a decidedly different flavor than Hunter. If you like your Trek freaky, twisty, and funny, this is the story for you.

Thanks again for the promo! ...and a little steamy...

I've been reading bits and pieces of this on Ad Astra

Thanks for reading!!

Very intriguing start. Glad to get in on the ground floor for this one after playing catch-up with ST:Hunter for so long!

And we're off... I do want to keep this one slow. But it's Thanksgiving...

Thanks!! rbs

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: Eye of the Beholder
Scene 1: The Beautiful Vulcan

1.1
The Beautiful Vulcan​

Ensign Tara Peterman found Transporter Chief Stephanie Wales just standing in Corridor H-6, eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open. Peterman couldn’t look at Wales without being somewhat envious. Most of the nearly 80 women aboard the U.S.S. Mako were envious of Wales’ looks and perfect figure - this in a culture of physical fitness maintained by Captain Yui Song.


“Chief, why are you not at your station?” Ensign Peterman did not make it a habit to harass enlisted crew, but Wales was just standing, as if in a trance, seemingly unaware of the junior security officer walking up in front of her.

No reaction.

Peterman raised her voice: “Chief?”

Wales shook herself, then looked about. “Where is he? What?” She seemed to gradually notice the ensign’s presence. “Sir?”

“Are you all right, Chief?”

Wales shook herself again. “Yes sir.” She still looked confused.

“Your station, Chief?” Peterman said gently, more to help the transporter chief than to scold her for being away from her station. It still took a moment for Wales to reorient herself.

“Aye, sir,” Wales responded, then turned toward the transporter room, only a few feet down the corridor.


Peterman paused only a moment to observe the transporter chief returning to her station before returning to her own assignment, a conference room nearby. A single security crewman was on guard outside the door - one of Peterman’s charges. “You are relieved, Crewman Lin. You may return to your patrol.”

Crewman Lin Jiang came to attention, saluted, then left his post to continue his duties as Ensign Peterman took his place.




“To Qo’noS with a cloaked escort?” At 83, Captain Yui Song was one of the oldest captains in Star Fleet. At least one of the oldest humans. She regarded the vulcan across the table from her with a mixture of suspicion and empathy. Vulcans had often been compared to the Chinese - at least in terms of inscrutability and utilitarian morality. Both were unfair comparisons, but there was one thing that truly was similar - underneath a veneer of emotional self-control lurked a passion as strong as that of any human. And she had no doubt that the vulcan across the conference table was concealing a lot of it.

“A gift from the Federation. Do not allow the klingons to characterize it otherwise,” Lt. Commander Senek replied. “We are removing an embarrassment for them and obtaining a valuable asset for the Federation. At least that is what my captain believes.”

“Am I to understand this embarrassing asset has a name?”

“Captain Howard has requested that he be treated with the respect due a hero of the Klingon Empire. And that your crew address him as ‘General’ when they encounter him.”

Captain Yui’s eyes narrowed. “General…”

Senek’s oddly large, forest green eyes registered no change - just a mournful world-weariness uncharacteristic of vulcans. “Star Fleet has requested the temporary services of General Krank as a military analyst, and Chancellor Martok has graciously leant him to us. Indefinitely.”

Captain Yui suppressed any reaction, but, truth be told, her internal response was admirably mirrored in the habitual expression of mournful world-weariness of the vulcan across the table from her. “And your ship could not be dispatched for this mission because?”

“This mission is outside the U.S.S. Beagle’s mission profile,” Senek responded.

Yui Song allowed the silence to stretch long enough to confirm that the Beagle’s science officer was not going to elaborate - was quite probably under orders not to. She took a deep breath. “We have prepared quarters for the General according to your captain’s request. Now I understand why. A klingon warrior with post traumatic stress. I can understand why the klingons are willing to part with him. A hero of the empire who must be hidden from the empire. But why the cloaked escort?”

“To prevent open contact with any klingon vessels while unofficially granting passage through imperial space for your ship,” Senek replied. “My captain believes the klingons will do their best to pretend that we are not there. He has provided me a response formula for any communication we may have with our escort.”

Captain Yui watched Senek’s face closely, but the vulcan betrayed no hint that there was any humor in his words. “So you are charged with conducting diplomatic relations with the klingons for this mission.”

Lt. Cmdr. Senek did not respond. If anything, he managed to look slightly more morose.

Yui Song took a breath, then stood up. “Thank you, Lieutenant Commander. Ensign Peterman is waiting outside to escort you to your quarters.” She watched as the Beagle’s 2nd officer rose, bowed and exited. He was an exceptionally unusual looking vulcan. Fair skin was very unusual among a people from a sunwashed planet and golden-blonde hair was even more unusual. Senek’s hair fell straight and fine to his waist. And he was, simply put, stunningly beautiful. Yui had put this persistent, uncomfortable observation out of her mind while talking with him, but it was the most powerful impression left behind in his absence. That and a lingering sense of mournful world-weariness.




“Ensign…”

Ensign Tara Peterman’s beleaguered brain had not yet registered that she was being addressed by a superior officer.

“Ensign,” Lt. Cmdr. Senek repeated.

“Yes sir?” Peterman managed.

“You were assigned to escort me to my quarters?” It was phrased as a question.

“Yes sir? Oh, yes sir,” Peterman replied. She shook herself and managed to pry her eyes away from the vulcan in front of her. Men weren’t supposed to be that beautiful. And vulcans were famous for not trying. She tried not to stare at him while they were in the turbolift. He was too tall and too pretty for a vulcan - if someone had been casting for Frey, god of the elves, they couldn’t have done better. Except for the perpetually mournful expression.


Peterman stopped in the doorway for Lt. Cmdr. Senek’s temporary quarters aboard the U.S.S. Mako.

“Ensign…”

“Sir?”

“You appear to be… drooling.”

Peterman shook herself in embarrassment and wiped her face with her sleeve. “I’m sorry, sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

If anything, Senek seemed even more morose. “I know you are not in my command, but as a superior officer, I’m going to give you an order.”

Peterman’s heart skipped a beat, desperately hoping for some illegally naughty order.

“Return to your quarters, regain your composure and… um… freshen up before returning to your post.”

“Sir?”

“Your scent, Ensign. Strive to return it to neutral. As much as that is possible.”

1.1 (of 33)​

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: Eye of the Beholder
Scene 2: General Krank

1.2
General Krank​

Ensign Tara Peterman had almost run back to her quarters, but it felt a bit more like swimming - her pants had gotten a little boggy. For the next several days, as the U.S.S. Mako traveled toward the border with the Klingon Empire, Lt. Cmdr. Senek (to the dismay of the female crew members as rumor of his extreme beauty grew) remained isolated in his quarters, apparently impervious to the growing, largely feminine traffic in the corridor outside.

Peterman had, herself, deliberately included this corridor in her patrol route. She found herself regularly shooing other crew, including a few young lieutenants, out of the area where they had been lingering, hoping for a glimpse of the elusive vulcan. She had just finished assigning a particularly recalcitrant pair of young, female crewmen to clean out the nastiest bio dump in sick bay and sternly sending them on their way when Senek finally emerged from his quarters.


“We are required on the bridge, Ensign.”

Peterman fell in step behind the gorgeous vulcan and was somewhat disturbed to find herself on the turbolift with him.

“Discipline your mind, Ensign,” Senek said quietly.

“Sir?”

“Your… urges are… leaking… from your mind.”

The words “leaking” and “discipline” made things much worse for Peterman as now she had to add images of the gorgeous vulcan decked in tight leather and wielding a horse whip to the dozens of things she was desperately trying to not think about. She panicked momentarily when he touched her forehead with two fingers - until she felt his mind briefly in contact with hers, lending her some of his discipline. Underneath the discipline, she could feel immense sadness and world-weariness.


“Thank you, Sir,” Ensign Peterman said. She took a deep, shuddering breath. Then: “I suppose you have to deal with this a lot, Sir…”

Lt. Cmdr. Senek turned his enormous, soulful, forest green eyes on her - his calm, seemingly emotionless voice managed to convey a depth of feeling that shot all the way through to her soul:


“It’s so annoying…”


Then he stepped off the turbolift onto the bridge. The doors closed before Peterman recovered her composure and by the time she had managed to re-route the lift back to the bridge, the doors opened only to reveal Lt. Cmdr. Senek standing, along with Captain Yui Song, waiting to re-enter the lift. Ensign Peterman accompanied them to Transporter Room 1, where Chief Stephanie Wales was, once again, on duty.


“Energize,” Captain Yui ordered.

With a familiar whine and whirring of lights, an ancient and evidently horribly crippled klingon appeared on the transporter pad.

“Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Mako, General Krank,” said Captain Yui.

“Do not call me that!” the klingon croaked in a loud, badly damaged voice.

“My apologies, General,” Lt. Commander Senek responded, “But by order of Captain Yui of this vessel, and Captain Howard of the U.S.S. Beagle, and at the request of Chancellor Martok, we are to address and refer to you exclusively by your rank.”

General Krank grunted unhappily and hobbled off the transporter pad, leaning heavily on a large, black cane.

“Please follow me,” said Senek.


Peterman and Wales watched as their captain and the beautiful vulcan led the severely damaged klingon out of the transporter room.


“That’s Krank?” Wales asked. “He was supposed to be some legendary fighter - killed hundreds of jem’hadar with his bare hands during the battle for Selem VI - the only allied war leader who defeated the Dominion in every battle…”

“They captured him,” Peterman responded. “And returned him to the Klingon Empire after they got their revenge - years of systematic torture. They wanted to make him an example… Psychological warfare.”

“I was having a hard time dealing with Lieutenant Commander Gorgeous, but… wow…”

“Do not pity a klingon, Chief. Not good for your health,” said Ensign Peterman.

“Neither is lusting after vulcans…” Wales responded, and was rewarded with a snort and a laugh.


And a new friendship was formed aboard the U.S.S. Mako.

1.2​

 

[Bynar0110]

When is story set timeline wise?

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

Immediately after the Dominion War, which makes it 15 years before the start of Star Trek Hunter.

At this point, Dr. Kenny Dolphin is still a Harvard professor and is just starting to become infamous.

Thanks!! rbs

 

[Will The Serious]

These are some very interesting environs you are setting the stage with: A Klingon general/ war hero who had been undefeated, yet captured and tortured to the point that even a Klingon suffered PTSD, and a world-weary Vulcan with illogically long blond hair, exceptional height and almost a pheromone emitting effect on all the women who see him.

“This mission is outside the U.S.S. Beagle’s mission profile,” Senek responded.

I'm sure we will learn exactly what that mission profile is soon enough.

Very good reading, as we have come to expect from you, rbs.

-Will

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

I'm sure we will learn exactly what that mission profile is soon enough...Very good reading, as we have come to expect from you...

Thanks for the kind words!! I wouldn't be too certain about learning the Beagle's exact mission profile...

Thanks!! rbs

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: Eye of the Beholder
Scene 3: Skip Howard

1.3
Skip Howard​

Captain Yui Song was beginning to understand she might well have encountered the most eccentric crew in Star Fleet as she observed her counterpart seated on the sofa in her captain’s lounge. If Captain Yui was one of the oldest captains in Star Fleet, Captain Ronald Howard XIV, was easily the youngest. And, undoubtedly, the most controversial. And, quite possibly, the weirdest. The Howard family were Star Fleet legends, having produced four admirals over the past three centuries that Star Fleet had been in existence. And none of them, including the current Admiral Ronald Howard XII, would have approved of the admiral’s grandson.


Captain Howard had the characteristic thinning red hair, early baldness, freckles, and irrepressible smile that seemed to be baked into the family’s genetic code. He was also oddly feminine in behavior, wore his thinning hair long to the shoulder and played with it often, revealing long, well-tended fingernails complete with glossy black nail polish. His hazel eyes were oddly accentuated by green eye shadow.


“We will be delighted to provide a tour for you and your science officer,” Howard said with the warm, folksy charm that also seemed to be part of his genetic inheritance. “Of course, there are some assurances for you to sign. The Beagle is a joint project among Star Fleet, the Vulcan Science Academy and Nakamura Enterprises. Lots of top secret stuff - corporate secrets - vulcan secrets - I’m really not sure which is worse.”

“If you don’t mind the question, Captain,” Yui Song asked, maintaining a light tone, “How did the Beagle come to be your top secret assignment?”

“Skip, if you don’t mind, Captain.”


“Skip?”


“That’s what people call me,” Howard replied. “And the Beagle is my dog by special request of Nakamura Enterprises. I wouldn’t have gotten my third pip, much less the fourth if it hadn’t been for them. Not that any other captain in Star Fleet would want this assignment. I’m not widely envied. The Beagle is one really annoying dog.”

Captain Yui found herself laughing merrily. “Song,” she said.

“Song.” Howard repeated. “I love Chinese names. So beautiful.” He produced a tri-corder. “The forms you need to review are here. I’m not even allowed to download these to your computer.” He touched a control on the device and a complex legal document was displayed holographically. “Your science officer will need to read and sign as well… In my presence, I’m afraid. I’m not even allowed to hand this tri-corder to you.”

“That does sound quite annoying, Skip,” said Yui.

Howard giggled lightly: “Ohhh, you have no idea…”

1.3​

 

[Will The Serious]

The beagle, a medium sized hunting dog that excels at rabbit hunting by chasing them in a circle, braying or, as I like to describe it, honking, just behind the fleeing prey, alerting the hunter and giving away the prey's position. They generally don't point and they don't retrieve, they flush, follow, and herd. Though that last bit is very loosely applied to what they do.

-Will

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The beagle, a medium sized hunting dog that excels at rabbit hunting... They generally don't point and they don't retrieve, they flush, follow, and herd. Though that last bit is very loosely applied to what they do...

I have only known a few beagles, but from my experience, they are cute, extremely affectionate, annoyingly noisy and whiney eating machines. Every beagle owner I have known says the most difficult part about owning a beagle involves trying to prevent it from eating itself to death.

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: Eye of the Beholder
Scene 4: The U.S.S. Beagle

1.4
The U.S.S. Beagle​

The U.S.S. Beagle was a complete surprise to the crew of the U.S.S. Mako. It wasn’t built by Star Fleet - or any human endeavor… The Beagle was a renovated and re-christened Vulcan Science Academy cruiser - formerly the D’Metlesits. It was one of the largest cruisers the Vulcan Science Academy had ever constructed, but small by Star Fleet standards - somewhat smaller than Intrepid class cruisers.

The Beagle was shaped somewhat like a tri-bladed arrowhead interrupted about 1/3 from the rear by three interlocking rings that constituted the warp nacelles. A central strut, jutting out from the primary hull into the center of each of the rings, housed separate warp engines that powered each nacelle - a completely alien configuration from Star Fleet engine design. Vulcan ships were generally considered to be extremely fat on sensor equipment, lean on weaponry and not quite as fast as Star Fleet ships - but comparable in speed to pretty much everyone else.


An odd party materialized in the Beagle’s primary transporter room. It wasn’t so much a room as a node in a vast nerve center, with large openings leading variously to areas dedicated to cargo, medicine and security, each secured by large, translucent overhead doors. A large security force of heavily armed United States Marines stood watch behind these various doors and within the transporter room.

A lovely Japanese woman in a silk, flower-print dress, stepped out from behind the transporter console. “Welcome back, Skip, Senek. And welcome to the U.S.S. Beagle, General Krank, Captain Yui and Lieutenant Commander Clark. I assume you have signed your confidentiality agreements and liability waivers?”

“I signed nothing,” croaked the damaged klingon general.

“Nor were you asked to,” rejoined Captain Skip Howard, turning to the general as he stepped off the transporter pad. “Those forms are for our visitors. You’re one of us, now.” He giggled lightly and minced away.

The Hero of Al Selem VI drew himself painfully to full height, filled his lungs to deliver a retort, then looked around and realized there really was no point. He deflated visibly with a long, audible sigh and a look of mingled pain and annoyance.

Captain Yui Song couldn’t keep a sad smile of sympathy from her face. But it was Lt. Cmdr. Senek who caught the klingon general’s eye:

“So you understand already. That should make things slightly less unbearable for you.”

"Is he always this way?” Krank grunted.

“Oh no,” Senek replied, his large, forest-green eyes as mournful as ever. “No. Today, he is on his best behavior.”

The klingon general managed to look even more pained and annoyed. He hobbled painfully after the gorgeous vulcan. Captain Yui and her science officer, Lt. Cmdr. Gregg Clark, followed and were themselves followed by a rather large contingent of heavily armed U.S. Marines.


“I don’t understand how Skip Howard got a command,” Clark whispered to his captain. “His grandfather opposed him even getting a commission. They called him ‘Skip’ because he skipped classes.”

“This is Captain Howard’s ship, Lieutenant Commander,” Yui warned. Quietly.

They caught up to Lt. Cmdr. Senek and General Krank. The vulcan turned to his counterpart from the U.S.S. Mako: “Skip Howard was requested by Nakamura Enterprises. It was their condition for involving Star Fleet in this project. Which, in their opinion, gives them enormous influence over him.”

“Surely there’s more to it than that,” Captain Yui responded.

“You are correct, Captain. He has demonstrated a reliable instinct for self-preservation that will hopefully serve this crew well. But the larger reason is that Skip Howard is quite probably the only person in the Milky Way who can give Commander Dutch Holland an order.”

1.4​

 

[Will The Serious]

The setting gets more intriguing by the word.

-Will

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

The Star Beagle Adventures
Episode 1: Eye of the Beholder
Scene 5: Dr. Tentis Uto

1.5
Dr. Tentis Uto​

It was a short, but slow and painful hobble from the transporter junction to the U.S.S. Beagle’s Medical Center. Painful for General Krank and slow for everyone except Captain Skip Howard, who had pranced ahead and was waiting for the tour in Medical, along with a number of doctors.


“General Krank,” said Howard, “Please allow me to introduce Dr. Tentis Uto.” He indicated the doctor standing next to him - a short, bald, pale man with enormous brown eyes and a thin, greying goatee. “Your part in this tour ends here,” he added as Lt. Cmdr. Senek stepped up behind the ancient klingon and delivered a nerve pinch, then caught the suddenly unconscious general.

“That’s going to hurt when he wakes up,” said Dr. Uto. “It hurts right now.”

“That would be your department, Ten,” Howard replied. “Time to work your magic. I want him fully mobile and ready for a fight.” He turned away and muttered, “Klingon medicine is a disgrace.”

Dr. Uto grunted empathetically as his medical staff collected the unconscious Krank from the beautiful, blonde vulcan and lifted the inert general onto a hover-gurney.

“And the tour is this way, people!” burbled Captain Howard, leading a stunned Captain Yui Song and her science officer out of the medical center. The friendly, but firm presence of a half-dozen heavily armed U.S. Marines made it eloquently clear that remaining with the doctors and the unconscious klingon would not be an option.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*​

“Okay people, I’m going to need him conscious for this,” said Uto. “Wake him up. I’m going to have to feel his pain…”


General Krank woke to see his son breaking his fingers - removing them one by one, shattering them, then re-attaching them - the nerve endings enhanced to deliver mind bending pain that cycled from one finger to the next. As his son was slowly removing the fingers of his other hand, the familiar face gradually transformed into the familiar form of a changeling.

“Ah, you’re awake again, General,” the changeling said. “Of course, you know that you have been replaced. Would you like to see your son again? Or perhaps your wife?”

Krank said nothing. Only to find that it was his mother that was now cutting directly into his organs. Whatever the Dominion knew about klingon physiology, they definitely understood how to deliver unendurable agony.

It was this moment, after months of slow torment, periods of recovery only long enough to prevent him from adjusting to the trauma, that Krank finally broke. He cried out. He told them every truth that was in his head. He told them every lie he thought they wanted to hear. There was no attempt at disinformation. His only motive, his only tactic, his only thought was to make it stop.

So he could finally die the death of a dishonored traitor.


And they had denied him even that.


If Krank’s arms had been free, he would have throttled the life out of Dr. Uto.

“What have you done to me?”

“What my captain ordered,” Uto replied. “And we’re not done. You have many painful operations ahead. For now, I’m focused on enabling you to walk without that thing.” The betazoid doctor gestured with his bald head at the general’s heavy, black cane leaning in the corner.

“I CAN walk without the cane!” the klingon croaked loudly.

“Correction,” said Uto. “You can walk without the cane… now. We will work on your voice next. Then your hands. Then your back. Then your internal organs. We have a very long way to go.”

“Why?” Krank asked.

“Because Chancellor Martok wants you ready for a fight. And so does Skip Howard.”

“You like him?” the klingon general asked.

Uto had a serious expression. “He is the best captain I have ever served with.”


“How many captains have you served with?”

1.5​

 

[Will The Serious]

It will be interesting to see where this goes. Apparently friendship is not the goal here.

-Will

 

[BountyTrek]

I'm a big fan of General Krank(-y) already. They can rebuild him, better, stronger, faster.

 

[Robert Bruce Scott]

...Apparently friendship is not the goal here...

...They can rebuild him, better, stronger, faster...

The Six Million Dollar Klingon...