Person Log - A memory of a good day

Posted on Thursday October 22nd, 2020 @ 12:56pm by Lieutenant Kimpok
Edited on on Thursday October 22nd, 2020 @ 1:13pm

Mission: Jeepers Creepers!
Timeline: Current

Personal log Lieutenant Kimpok. Chief Of Security Deep Space Three.

I believe there is an ancient holiday celebrated on Earth called Halloween. When scary stories are told , people dress up and apples covered in glutinous sweet hardened liquids. Are usually consumed.

At the moment Deep Space Three is going through what could be felt a worthy tale , for this Halloween.

But I have my own tale.

I had always been considered to be the runt of the litter. My three older brothers were big muscular Klingons. They hunted wild Jackal Targs with father. While I tended to my grandmother. Who would tell me tales of my departed Grandfathers deeds. In the service of the Empire.

I wanted to follow in his footsteps. To one day be a great warrior , to have songs sung about me. But of course my height was always going to be a problem. Due to a birth defect my growth was a lot slower then normal. For a Klingon child.

“ HA! Your not even into double figures yet boy.” My eldest brother would say. “ When you have more hair on your face. Then you can think about joining the hunt.”

A few days later the same brother was injured. When the alpha male of the Jackal Targ pack. Attacked him when he lost his footing. But he managed to scar the creatures face. So next time they met it would be a fine battle to sing about. As a wounded beast was more dangerous.

I decided to sneak out and kill scar. Then my family would see that I was just as brave. As any of the older siblings.Armed with my own Daqtag ( knife ) I went on the hunt for the elusive Jackal Targ. Kronos is the one planet that is more dangerous during day. Then at night. But, I did not care. I wanted to kill Scar and show my family.By dragging it’s carcass back our ancestral hall. That would show them I was young and small. But my heart was Klingon!

The terrain became quite treacherous . I kept my nerve after all Kimpok was a warrior. At a cross roads I came upon a young Klingon. Who was sitting on a rock. I was sure I knew most of the young people in the area. But could not place this young man.

The boy put his finger on his lip and gestured along the path. We could see blood. I opened my mouth but the boy just shook his head. Putting his finger to his lip for quiet. So slowly we moved through the undergrowth. I could hear whimpering and looking ahead. We saw Scar curled up trying to lick his face.

Grabbing my knife I was ready to pounce. But the silent young Klingon stopped me.
Pointing to an area near by. Where a pair of watchful eyes and teeth guarded the leader.

If I had moved in. The creature would of killed me.Instead we crept down wind through the undergrowth. The boy then gestured for me to stay. Then he ran into clearing where the Targs had been laying. All but Scar chased after him.

Slowly I crept up behind Scar. Then drove my Daqtag into the the back of Scars skull. Killing him instantly.

Then started to dragged the corpse back home. I was a little worried for the other boy. He did not reappear again.

My father and brothers had gone searching for me.When it was discovered I had vanished. They expected to find the me dead. Not happily dragging the corpse of Scar along the path. To the my surprise father grabbed and hugged me.Declaring that now he had four warrior sons.

I had been expecting to be punished. But father and my brothers treated him like a hero. It was after we returned home and got the usual ear twisting. All relieved mothers give their runaway children. That the I discovered why my father and brothers.Acted they way they did.

Many years ago before I was born. I had another brother. He to was considered to young to go on the hunt. So like me he snuck out one night. But he was not so lucky and his remains. Were discovered the next day. My grandmother showed a drawing of my dead brother.

It was the boy he had met in the forest............

Pity my father soon forgot what I did. Maybe if he had. I would be dressed in a uniform of the Klingon fleet. Not Starfleet.

End log.