Idiots! Idiots Everywhere!
Posted on 01/03/2023 @ 9:22am by Commander Aer Feshau-Patton
937 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Mini Mission: Lighting Up Shadows
Location: Krax's Criminal Headquarters
Timeline: Soon After 'Where Is Your Honour?'
Krax spat a wad of something most unpleasant on the ground near where he sat. There were a number of large Targs that sat by his side taking no notice of his behaviour like most well trained beasts who had been with their master for many a year.
He grunted as he read a report and gulped a large mouthful of bloodwine. It was a report of the latest acquisition from a certain Starfleet installation and the ‘trouble’ they’d encountered. A toothy grin then formed however as he’d gotten what he wanted and little trouble was made.
The looming red light of his ‘throne room’ hung on the walls and the smells were something that would make even the most nose blind (cant smell) people cringe. Large doors at one end of the room cracked open, the noise alone causing the targs to stir. Krax threw them a small piece of food to watch them fight over it and laughed with a quiet sinister tone.
Krax glanced up, “Your exploits on the Starfleet station Poseidon, I enjoyed reading about them.” he said gruffly.
In walked a massively large Klingon, Storkuth. He was a former Klingon Captain with the KDF who left due to his disbelief in how the Empire was being run. His crew followed him to achieve a more honourable fate in pushing back enemies of the Empire by any means.
“Yes, that smuggler. It wasn’t a glorious strike but the sound of my bat’leth piercing skin was still enjoyable.” Storkuth grinned his own toothy smile. “And we got what we needed from him. The Humans are almost as greedy as the Ferengi when it comes to making money or changing allegiances when they feel it suits them.” he shook his head.
“Your report shows you picked up the merchandise. How many do we have in total?” Krax asked.
“We have 25, 20 photon and 5 quantum. I promised him extra for the quantum but sadly he met his end before payment could be released. Any more than the 25 would have raised the suspicion of security at the station.” Storkuth commented.
Krax nodded. “Plans are already underway to strike some non-Federation installations with their Starfleet weapons. Maybe sell a few for a higher profit. I have a Nausicaan that is extremely interested in one or two of the quantum torpedoes.” he began to flip a small piece of latinum through the fingers on one hand.
“There was an incident on board that was not in my report.” Storkuth admitted as he watched the enjoyment strip from his employers face.
Krax rose to his feet and looked menacingly down at Storkuth from his higher position. “Do not keep me waiting, Storkuth. Keeping me in suspense leads to a blade to your throat.”
“We were being watched by what I can assume was a Starfleet officer. Puny, tiny, blonde thing that took one of my blades to her chest. She put up little fight as I lifted her from the ground with one hand and thrust my blade true.” Storkuth grinned smugly.
“And is she dead?” Krax asked moving closer towards Storkuth.
“I am positive she did not make it. She went limp in my hands Boss.”
“Did you confirm her last breath, Storkuth?” Krax asked more seriously.
“I made the call to make a quick exit. She could not have survived such an assault. Humans are not made for battle sir.” Storkuth tried to sway Krax.
A roar erupted from Krax as he threw a tantrum that tossed most of a nearby desk to the floor. He then smashed a bloodwine flask and held it at Storkuth’s throat. “She may yet still live, you fool! And thanks to your stupidity has seen your face quite clearly as you watched what may or may not have been the life drain from her body. Little beings have a habit of being more resilient than you realise.” Krax said in reference to his eye injury, although he’d never shared how it happened.
“We also seemingly have a traitor. If word of your meeting with the smuggler attracted outside attention then someone has spoken, and has led them to your door. Not mine… and you do not want them to find my door Storkuth. Remember Varix?” Krax asked.
“No Boss?” Storkuth asked, half confused.
“Exactly… no-one remembers those that cross me. The Shadow supports our work because of our professionalism in removing problems from their path. For having the bloodlust and desire to see a Klingon nation reborn. Do not forget The Unseen pay for your ship, your ‘health’...” he emphasised that last part.
“I don’t Boss.” Storkuth replied with a note of nervousness to his voice, often not heard.
“Find out who this female was. If they are dead then consider this forgotten and be sure to remove the head of the next one.” Krax moved back to his throne. “If she is alive then you know what must be done. Remove her. Permanently and any information she has collected on you and this operation is to be erased. Am I clear?”
“Yes Boss.” Storkuth said with confidence.
“Then why are you still standing here in front of me like a lost whelp! GO!” he yelled and watched as Storkuth rushed out of the room at pace.
Krax gruntled and threw the previous report from his side. “Idiots! I have idiots working for me!” And drank the rest of the bloodwine in one go.
Krax Hactizh, son of Asorf Hacitzh (npc Aer)
Crime Boss
Storkuth Vork, son of W’stal Vork (npc Aer)
Krax's Lieutenant
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