The first 32 lines.
They are coming.
Atom by atom...
they will coil around us...
and take all that we are.
There is one way to confront this threat.
By reuniting the 24 warring houses
of our own empire.
We have forgotten the Unforgettable...
the last to unify our tribes:
Kahless.
Together, under one creed...
remain Klingon!
That is why we light our beacon this day.
To assemble our people.
To lock arms against those whose fatal greeting is...
Witness our brother, our torchbearer,
killed by the Federation interloper on our sacred beacon.
I see you as you see the end.
Our Torchbearer honors us...
first to die in our crusade for self-preservation.
Our ancestors welcome our fallen brother, Rejac,
to their Black Fleet.
They fight with us,
as we fight against our enemy.
Remain Klingon!
All is as it is meant to be.
Who is Rejac's next in line?
I am his brother.
Or'Eq.
The honor falls to you to be our new Torchbearer.
With respect...
I find great wisdom in your teachings...
No comments yet. Be the first to leave one.