The Praxis Legacy

To My Fellow Warriors--

House Qorej of Qaj now stands in mute testament to the devastation of dishonorable pataQ, who are terrorists. These dregs of Klingon society are NOT warriors, not followers of Kahless the Unforgettable.

These animals skulk about like Nausicaan gangsters in grimy alleys on Orion XII Trading Station. My House, now in full Honorable standing with the Imperial High Council, was tainted by the legacy of cowardice. These excreble so-called Klingons stink of striking from cover, not fighting in face-to-face battle like true Followers of the Way. Many in fact were followers of the Cult of Molohr, the tyrant and coward who was Kahless' greatest nemesis.

The tainted House Qorej had been led by my late uncle, now no-named, unsung, and without a shred of Honor to the scraps of memory that remain of him. He is now feeding the thornbushes of my south border lands. This sick topaH thought to "return honor to the Smoothhead Kindred, in a blaze of glory." Destroying the Klingon Defense Forces' dilithium cracking facility on Praxis, Qon'oS' largest moon, was not the way to do it.

My uncle's forces were lucky, fated by their gods of stupidity to be able to get soldiers in position to breach the main warp generator comlex on Praxis. The resulting explosion removed an eighth of Qon'oS' atmosphere, and globally initiated a "Miniature Ice Age" climactic disaster on the Prime hoomeworld of the Klingons. My uncle was actually proud, the unutterable Fool, that he'd dishonorably killed nearly 2 million Klingons, including my uncle's Praxis team, which included my quv'atlH former cousin, firstborn demon-spawn of my uncle.

My Uncle had around thirty relations to defend his undefensible position, including a High Councillor. I defeated the disgusting traitor relation of the house of Duras, and began hunting my former Housemates. I killed each of them in personal combat. I used bare hands--though some heirloom furniture and structural pieces in the Qorej ancestral House are marked with the imprint of the traitors I took out. I cleaned the sarQ stable of House Qorej, including killing my uncle. The brainless idiot thought that trying to poison me with sulphuric acid vapor shot at me as he sat in his Great Hall would rid him of this "upstart."

This upstart went upside his head, to use the eyjo'MIch turn of phrase.

I crushed his Smoothheaded skull like the rotten Rigelian mushmelon it was. I then burned down the hellish domain of this pataQ, and on its ashes, I refounded House Qorej--an Honorable House, a House of Warriors, of True Followers of the Way of Kahless.

To this day, my flagship, IKV Honored Death, is dedicated to serving the empire, in Truth, Strength, and in Honor. I hope to die in glorious battle, that my fate will make a crucial difference in the lives of the Empire and embody the principles Kahless gave us so long ago.

May all True Warriors of the Way of Kahless die for the Empire, and truly Hegh Maj'Qa--Die Well!

Qap'la!--QlarH sutai Qorej.