Thousands of light years from where the capture of Voq there was a attack being launched on a starbase in the front lines.
The planet bound starbase was burning in flames in the night.
The camera flew down toward the surface to reveal several parked Klingon Birds Of Prey lying around. The camera moved over through the fleeing Federation civilians in crowds. Klingons were firing their Romulan disruptors sending the civilians falling. Smaller and shorter humans were making their escape easier in plain sight. The camera shook as it went between the survivors then went into the nearby still building. This was Starbase 42. Doctors in medical blues were guiding the children to a shelter. And one of them was held back at the entrance. There were limping civilians being directed to different parts of the building by a southern, baby blue eyed man.
"McCoy, get out of there!" Nurse Joy called.
McCoy looked over seeing the crowd was getting smaller before his eyes.
"Coming!" McCoy called back.
They were dropping before his eyes one by one.
A short toddler was standing alongside him crying while holding onto a teddy bear with six inch teddy fang additions. McCoy fled in the other direction running from the entrance way. The child had slightly pointed ears and a blonde bowl like hair cut. Tears were streaming down the child's green cheeks. McCoy came into a patient room then closed the door behind him.
"Sshh, shhh," McCoy said, as the child softly wept. "Sssh." he gently patted on the child's back." the child let go of the toy. "I am going to put ya down into the closet."
The weeping had stopped. He set the child down to the floor where there was a thud. The child had collapsed. McCoy knelt then checked for a pulse. He then applied CPR. McCoy stopped looking down in horror. He slowly closed the child's eyes lowering his head toward the floor. The child had cried to death. Powerful feelings had lead to the child's death. There was nothing that he could have done in this case. McCoy was strongly hurt by the loss. McCoy lowered his head down and placed the teddy bear into the child's arm.
A loud bang came from the door.
McCoy turned toward the door as the bang came twice.
McCoy slid under the bed moments before the door was torn open.
Several Klingons walked into the room then strolled about.
McCoy counted there being four Klingons on both sides. There could be two in front of the bed. McCoy felt death was imminent. Terror was coursing through him as his forehead was placed against the floor. He was going to die. He looked over toward his mother's ring on his left hand with the green gem facing up. McCoy balanced his breathing thinking of Joanna. Holding the baby girl in his arms alongside Jocelyn and let her hold his finger. Suddenly, the bed was flipped over. McCoy was picked up then slammed against the wall by his blue medical uniform.
They didn't look Klingon with that blue skin.
They were intimidating while armor that highlighted their difference.
"Any last words?" the blue Klingon asked.
"Yeah," McCoy said. "I do," he looked down then moved the Klingon's d'k tahg to the place where his heart located. "You're a lousy Klingon. If you wanted to kill me instantly then you would have aimed in the right place."
There were sounds of phaser shots in the room and then there was the sound of bodies falling.
"How dare-" A phaser shot vaporized the blue Klingon's companion.
McCoy looked over to see Klingons stormed into the room earning a smile.
"About time you joined us, brothers," the blue Klingon said, with a pleased smile.
"We're not joining," Koloth said. "we're cleaning up Voq's mess."
McCoy was shoved aside getting a scar on his left cheek.
Klingons with baldrics entered the room dealt with the remaining rogue Klingons. McCoy was trembling like a leaf. Koloth looked over toward the silent human then grew a sinister smile. Koloth picked up McCoy then guided him into the closet. Koloth gave a small wave then shut the door on him. McCoy heard the screams of the rogue Klingons being slaughtered. McCoy was puzzled, trying to process the sudden interruption. Then it sounded like the Klingons fled the room leaving him behind. McCoy opened the door a crack hearing the shouts of "WE ARE KLINGON!" echoing down the hall.
McCoy picked up the Vulcan corpse then placed it onto the white bed.