House of Pragg
Setlick City
Cetlus Minor
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Like any skill, killing became easier the more one did it.
And Eyos was rapidly becoming highly skilled in the art of killing.
She raised her father's disruptor, held the weapon with a grip that Salimov had taught her, and fired two more blasts.
The green bolts cut through the bodies of two more Klingons who charged at was left of the front door, while their squad mates retreated back into cover.
A sniper tried to take aim at the Klingon girl, but before he could squeeze his own trigger, his head exploded in the pink mist of tritanium forcibly replacing his brain.
"You shoot good, little Klingon Girl," Salimov complimented, as he braced his rifle against the wall to reload with his one working arm, "You come work for Salimov. I pay you good wages—"
Eyos fired again, killing yet another sniper, and yelled back, "Talk or fight. Don't do both at the same time!"
They were Father's words, but they had logic behind them.
The Human couldn't concentrate if he was busy talking.
A new target suddenly appeared from behind an overturned transport, and Eyos threw logic to the wind as she took off running.
"Wait little Klingon girl! You get fucking shot!" Salimov cried, but she ignored his words.
Volkol suddenly noticed the female charging at him, and he tried – desperately – to raise his disruptor. But he wasn't fast enough.
Eyos tackled Volkol into the ground and began tearing at him savagely with her bare hands. The older Klingon covered himself up, and used his strength to throw Eyos off.
Around the fighting pair, Volkol's men approached the fray and raised their weapons, but two were gunned by Salimov from the door, and they quickly backed away to allow the duel to continue.
"Was this your father, little girl?!" Volkol taunted, pointing at Mor's body, "Do you miss him that much? Hold still and I'll send you to GretHoR so you can join him!"
Volkol charged, swinging his dual-ended BetleH in a cross move, aiming to remove Eyos' head.
Eyos instead ducked under the blade, and kicked Volkol's knees in, forcing him to the ground.
When she stood up, she looked to the right and noticed the human blade that Father had wielded. Eyos didn't know anything about Klingon Honour, or the fighting rituals of her people, but she suspected she could figure out what to do with a sharp blade.
She picked the weapon up, slowly as it was heavier than she expected, and walked towards Volkol.
Volkol's knees, damaged as they were along with his ribs, failed to answer his brain's commands to stand back up, and he instead looked the girl in her rage-driven eyes.
"Your father was a coward, a liar, and a traitor. Even if you kill me, my men will hunt you to the ends of the galaxy, Little Girl. You can't—"
Once again, her opponent chose to talk instead of fight. The logic of threats escaped Eyos.
She swung the human blade down and sawed through the middle of Volkol's head. His body began twitching violently, while his mouth continued to gargle choked words behind pools of blood.
Not certain if he was dead, she swung down again, driving the blade further into Volkol's skull. But his body kept twitching.
Eyos removed the blade, and swung it down again, again, again and again until, finally, Volkol stopped moving, considering that all that was left of his head were pink coloured chunks of flesh and brain, staining the green grass of the mansion.
Her arms were too tired to lift the blade again, and another Klingon – Colonel Joskar – stepped forward and aimed his disruptor at Eyos.
"You fight well, Daughter of Mor. But I am afraid that duty requires me to kill you. This won't hurt—"
But before the Colonel could finish, a Micro-Photon fired from above and disintegrated his body into many hundreds of ashes.
Five Black Star ECS Raptors surged down from orbit, and laid waste to the Klingon Infantry still reeling from the mansion's phaser cannon assault. Their own streaks of phasers chewed up the ground in orange lines of destruction, while more Micro-Photons blasted apart their transports and hovercars.
Blue and Yellow transporter beams suddenly formed all around Eyos, and Black Star Operators – armoured up and wielding the same weaponry as Federation Marines – mopped up the wounded and scattered Klingons like they were simply performing a training exercise.
After five minutes, the few Klingons not dead had run away as fast as they could, and Eyos was now surrounded by Operators in black armour. One approached Eyos, raised his rifle at her, and ordered, "Put the sword down, or I open fire!"
But before Eyos could join Father in Sto'VoKor, Salimov limped his way from the ruins of the mansion, "Don't fucking shoot swinya! This Boss Mor's little girl, she is VIP Extract!"
The Operator lowered his rifle and helped his boss down the steps, "Sir?! Are you okay? Where's the rest of your team?"
"All fucking dead. Fucking Klingon ship fire torpedo at us. Only me and her left," explained Salimov as he pointed at Eyos.
"Wait, what about the Klingon Cruiser in orbit?!" Eyos shouted, worried she would still die from another torpedo.
"What about it? Stupid bastards left their shields down. The EHMS-C snuck up on her and we beamed in. IKS Kor is now the property of Black Star Emergency Contract Services, miss," said the Operator, hoisting Salimov on his armoured shoulder.
"Then… I'm free?" she said.
"You are, Little Klingon Girl," replied Salimov, "Boss Mor want to take you home. But he dead. You can go anywhere you want, but we should take you to Earth. Boss Mark will know what to do."
Eyos nodded, and started to walk, keeping Father's blade in hand.
But she stopped, and remembered the one thing from Klingon Schools that she had remembered her whole life. How to honour the dead.
She knelt beside Father's body, forced his eyes open, and raised her head to the sky. Eyos roared, loudly and low enough that the armoured operators stepped back, in both respect and fear.
The roar was a cry to Khaless the Unforgettable, warning the honoured dead that a Warrior was due to enter the golden halls of Sto'VoKor. And Mor was indeed a warrior to be feared.
She then retrieved his gauntlet, carrying a blue jewel that matched her own. She then took his disruptor, and his flask, before she rose again and looked at Salimov.
"I'm ready. Let's go home."
