Ch'thyr'kahh R' Hirogen
Translated (Starfleet Standard [SFS]): Scroll of the Hirogen


R'wekk
Translated (SFS): Three

By His hand and
In His deceiving grace,
Gratta, He Who Governs,
Led Remoor, the Hirogen,
Into the Wild of Etutheria
Where the beasts of the world
Roamed the hills without end.

'These are your brethren?'
Gratta asked,
Raising His finger,
Pointing into the Wild.

Remoor studied the playful beasts.
The K'rta Braves -- the males -- were
Wrestling one another for leadership of the pack.
Nearby, in the shade of a Syrokk Tree,
He saw a K'rta nursling with its mother.
As he watched, the infant tiredly stretched and curled
Its six tiny limbs
As it lay down to sleep
In the warmth of its mother's rising bossom.
In the mother's face, He saw contentment.

Remoor agreed with Gratta.
'I am nothing more than a reflection
Of their whole,'
He said.

'Explain,'
Gratta demanded.

'I have the courage of a K'rta beast,'
He said.
'I, one day, will fight to lead a pack.
I have the speed of an Irro.
I, one day, will race the prairies.
I have the height of a M'rini Reed.
I, one day, will grown strong, undaunted.
I have the humility of the Chepka Grass.
I, one day, will yield to the elements.
I have breath from Etutheria's wind.
I, one day, will strike like thunder.
I have the blood of the Wild in my veins.
I, one day, will become the Wild.
On Breaking Day, I was given shape by Etutheria itself.
I, one day, will be a world unto myself.'

He Who Governs was enraged.

'Who will be your God?'

Remoor thought about the question,
Uncertain of what a God was.

He asked, and Gratta told Him,
'Your God is that which gives you life.'

Remoor smiled.
'That is simple, oh powerful one,'
He said.
'I owe myself to Etutheria.'

Having heard the words He expected,
Gratta smiled at the Hirogen
But, underneath, his rage grew.
'But it is I who govern all things,'
Gratta replied.
'Without my permission,
Etutheria would be dust.
Without my mercy,
Etutheria would be empty.'

Remoor was confused.
'Powerful one, Etutheria exists,'
He said.
'Have you not seen the world before
Your very eyes?'

'It exists because I have made it so,'
Gratta said,
Lying as He Who Governs
Had been known to do.

'Then, I grant you my gratitude,'
Remoor offered.
'I grant you my obedience.'

'And, in this obedience,
You will accept my challenge?'
Gratta asked.

'Whatever you ask of me, I shall serve,'
Remoor consented.

Gratta smiled.

He heard the hoofbeats of the beasts
Cavorting nearby, and
He knew what he wanted to have done.

'There will be many trials,'
Gratta said.

'I understand, powerful one,'
Remoor agreed.

'You must be patient,'
Gratta explained,
'As patient as the Chepka Grass grows.'

'I understand and agree, powerful one,'
Remoor offered his obedience.

Again, Gratta smiled.

'Your first trial will be to
Prove that you are worthy of existence,'
said Gratta.
'You will do so, without question,
By killing every K'rta in the Wild.'

Remoor looked to the prairie.
The infant K'rta was now sleeping
In the arms of its mother, and
A great sadness fell over the Hirogen's heart.

'You will do so, without delay,'
said Gratta.
'Cry out for me when you have finished.'