Honor & Treachery

Posted on Thu May 21st, 2026 @ 9:48pm by Captain Shran dh'Klar & Commander Jonathan Grayson & Commander Samantha Howard

1,080 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Sins of the Empire
Location: USS Washington

Shran made his way out of the turbolift and down the corridor on his way to sickbay. He had much on his mind considering what had just happened. He would need to inform Command of this incident, and the fallout could be dire. He entered sickbay and found himself entering chaos.

Klingons were strewn everywhere. Sam and the rest of the medical staff appeared strained. He knew things were bad when he saw that Sam had even activated the EMH to assist in treatment. Based on the looks of several of the Klingons, Shran expected that these Klingons had taken the brunt of the fight with the Romulans. A single bird of prey was no match for a Romulan warbird.

He knew he couldn't interrupt Sam while she was occupied like this. She appeared to be dealing with a Klingon needed surgery of some sort, her hands wrist deep into the Klingon's chest. Suddenly, Shran's attention was drawn to a voice in the crowd.

"Shran? 'Itlaw' ghaH, qar'a'? poH qeylIS naDta'." the female voice spoke.

Shran turned and looked to see who was speaking to him, seeing Ba'el. It was her appearance on the viewscreen that had made him instantly come to their aid, and now she was here. "Ba'el. It is good to find you alive."

"Worf did not tell me that you had been given a ship" Ba'el responded.

"There is much that Worf is not informed about. Why were you in Romulan space, and why were the Duras attacking you?" the Andorian asked.

"This is something we should speak on in private" Ba'el replied.

Shran looked around and then saw that Sam's office was currently unoccupied. "Come with me."


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Jon was in hid quarters with Callie and their children when the summons calling him to the bridge came through. Kissing Callie, he made his way to the bridge to find Ayana in the center seat.

"What's up and where's the captain?"

"Received a distress call from a Klingon bird of prey being fired on by a Romulan warbird. " Ayana replied straight to the point.

"And?" Jon prompted.

"They were still on the Romulan side of the Neutral Zone and the captain fired on the warbird." Ayana answered.

"Where's the warbird now?"

"Turned back into Romulan space and cloaked. Captain is in Sickbay checking on the survivors."

Jon nodded, "You still have the bridge Ayana, I'm headed to Sickbay." Jon replied as he turned on his heel, got back in the lift and announced "Sickbay" as the doors hissed shut.

Moments later he arrived to organized chaos, Washington medical personnel were treating multiple Klingon survivors, all with varying degrees of injuries. He scanned the crowd looking for Shran.

Shran was still in Sam's office speaking with Ba'el, a stern contemplative look on his face. The talk stopped suddenly when Jon arrived, and Shran turned to look at his XO, "Jon, good. Jon, this is Ba'el captain of the Klingon ship Ch'Tang that we just rescued."

"It is an honor to meet you Commander" Ba'el said in typical Klingon fashion.

Shran continued to address Jon, "I'm sure you have been to the bridge and probably need an explanation. And I'll give you one, just as soon as I deal with the current situation. We need to discuss things with several of the senior staff. We also need to get teams over to the Ch'Tang and at least stabilize her systems. I'm sure the Chief will enjoy the change of pace."

"Yes sir, Ayana gave me an overview of the situation." Jon replied crisply before addressing Ba'el. "The honor is mine Captain." He looked to Shran, "I'm sure the chief will love the change of pace as well as the change of scenery."

Shran remained contemplative and stern. It was obvious something was running through his mind that he hadn't addressed as yet. "I'd like you, Sam, Kate, Imik, Deanna, and Aidan in the conference room in one hour. In the interim, I'd like you to return to the bridge. Make sure we are back in Federation space, keep us at yellow alert, and begin full scans of the Neutral Zone, all sections in range, particularly the sectors where the zone meets between Klingon and Romulan space."

Jon took in all Shran said. It was obvious to him that something major was going on and it concerned the Romulans. "Yes sir. I'll keep us at yellow alert and we'll do full sensor sweeps of the Neutral Zone." He turned to leave but stopped and turned back to Shran and Ba'el. "An honor again Captain Ba'el and welcome to the Washington, I just wish it would have been under better circumstances."

"As do I Commander" Ba'el replied.

Sam was still elbow deep in Klingon anatomy, shouting orders to her team as they worked fervently to save the lives of those that had beamed on board. "Computer, time" she barked, checking the neurological levels as she clamped a bleeder between two slippery fingers. "14 minutes since cessation of cardiac function"

"Damn" she only had a minute, maybe two before serious neurological consequence, even with the modern medical equipment.

"Dana, begin cardiac stimulation" Sam instructed the nurse who was assisting, knowing it was a gamble. She still had to secure the bleeding venous return, if she got this wrong, the Klingon would bleed to death all over again.

The monitors began to beep. "Doctor, we have complete systems failure" Dana responded.

Meanwhile, Viviana was treating two Klingon females, both with injuries consistent with stations exploding. They were obviously bridge officers, their ranks indicating they were both lieutenants. She was shocked when she heard Klingons growling and screaming behind her. As she looked back, she recognized the death ritual; another warrior on the way to Sto-Vo-Kor.

Sam stepped back, bloodied hands raised as the Klingons performed their death ritual. She sighed in defeat, taking a moment before heading to the basin to wash up before heading to the next patient that required her attention. The nurse would cover the body and remove it to the morgue once the ritual was finished.

Ba'el walked over and looked at the dead Klingon on the operating table. "Kolos...you died well. Sto-Vo-Kor awaits you my friend." She looked to Sam, "I thank you for your efforts to save my first officer. Your captain speaks well of you, doctor. Do not trouble yourself at one lost patient. We are Klingons, and to die in battle is our greatest honor."

 

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