Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <1a8.2c756176.2ee28f27@aol.com> From: Istannor@Aol.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New: TOS: A Higher Duty: PG: 9/28 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 107 Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 05:55:07 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1102139707 209.198.142.218 (Sat, 04 Dec 2004 00:55:07 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 04 Dec 2004 00:55:07 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85907 X-Received-Date: Fri, 03 Dec 2004 21:55:10 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: A Higher Duty Author: Istannor Contact: Istannor@aol.com Series: TOS Rating: PG13 for violence Part: 9/28 Codes:TOS Summary: This is set during the second 5 year voyage of the Starship Chapter 9 "What do you mean, they haven't come back? You can't have lost contact with both of those ships?" The Klingon screamed at the Orions cowering in front of him. "I give your wing one simple assignment, bring me the Praetor's whores, and what do you do? You lose the cursed bitches, and their whelp, along with two ships. If I didn't need you now to guard all of these sniveling excuses for Deneebian slime devils, I would blast you into space dust where you stand. Who else is not accounted for?" He waited but no one seemed to want to answer his last question. Finally, he turned and grabbed the nearest person by his neck, and lifted him by one hand, off of the ground. "Tell me, you spineless worm, or die, now." The Orion whispered as he choked, but what he said was garbled. "What did you say?" "Sir, he is unable to speak, if he is unable to breathe," a quiet presence to the side of the Klingon spoke into his ear. K'Rath, turned to look at the Romulan who stood beside him. He hated Romulans, but he hated poverty more, and this Romulan was paying a lot for his efforts. The dog had offered even more at the end. It did not hurt to listen to one such as he, if only until the credits exchanged hands. K'Rath let the Orion down. "Speak, worm." The man gasped for air and moved slightly back out of the Klingons reach. "Kirk." He had not moved far enough. K'Rath's blow knocked the Orion across the room, to thud tonelessly against the wall. "Kirk. Of all the plagues you had to let loose, you let Kirk get away? C'Thuth, take a squad into the mountains after them, we need those women and Kirk, the rest of these worms in total are not worth what those four will bring." "K'Rath, they can not search for them by air," the Romulan interjected, "the Cygnians almost have control of the airspace again. Let them go overland and use the terrain to keep out of site." "C'Thuth, do it, but find the crash site first, and drop the squad there. You can use one of the smaller transports to get them there. Tell them, either bring back those hostages, or do not come back." "It is done," the other Klingon left to make ready. K'Rath was still fuming, "I do not understand how they could have gotten away. This was planned down to the last second. None of the delegates were armed, and our contacts were suppose to take out any major resistance before we landed. How in the prophets name could one Starfleet captain, two women, an old man, and a boy slip away, and destroy two of our ships at that?" "I told you to kill Kirk, not to try to capture him." The Romulan was snarling in frustration. "Our simulations all had him pegged as a major variable in all the scenarios. He is too dangerous, and once his Vulcan and that cursed ship arrives, our chances of success are reduced by 53.4%. It is your pride that has brought us to this point." "No. I will have Kirk as a pelt to hang on my wall. All of the Klingon empire will know that I, K'Rath, son of chKruth, took Kirk in battle, not like a coward with poison. You Romulans have no honor. Kirk will see my dagger when it falls. Of course, I will collect the credits first, then I will kill him. Go back to the hall with those babbling diplomats, and get them quiet before we start killing them one at a time. We wouldn't want to cut into the profits, now would we." The Romulan spat in anger and stalked from the room, leaving the Klingon to glare after him. "Soon my friend you, too, will see the dagger," K'Rath sent silently to the retreating figure. "You," he pointed to his communications station, "start calling the home worlds with our ransom demands and our terms. I want responses from them all within 8 hours, or we start killing the first set of hostages." [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. 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