The Story of the IKS Kotar

Preface to the Story of the IKS Kotar

This is the story of the beginnings of the IKS Kotar, how it came about and who will serve on it in the Krios Sector. The story is written in small episodic like submissions; akin to chapters of a book, just a lot smaller for the reader. To many times in fandom we write long drawn out stories in an Email or Blog, (that scrolls down to oblivion). When the average reader looks at it they tend to skip it over because of the length, which might be a bad thing because the story could be a good one. Each submission I put in for this will have a title and I will try to keep it down to less than 2 pages. This will allow you to read one, come back in a and see what happens next. I hope this and the story itself will keep your interest. Enjoy.

Kevin Howard
Playing: Captain Kurgar son of Kurdan

Breshtanti Ale

He concluded that it was his forearms actually keeping his chin from slamming down on the table below. He made a mental note to put his forearms in for a commendation. His eyes surveyed the room yet again. It was a motley mix of Klingons, Orions, Ferengis, Nausicaans, a few races of no consequence and a very tall Andorian Barkeep. Hours before he instructed his waiter on how much and at what frequency he wanted his Breshtanti Ale refilled. His waiter was going above and beyond the call of duty.

With one eye watching the room the other in hindsight he played back in his mind yet again what had just recently happened. What was that Terran word to what he gave his Line Leader…ultimatum; ahh yes that went well. The Line Juriss; House Angarr would not move against Line Reshtarc. Yet he would not back down. The only answer to him was to offer his blade to his brother to do the “Honourable” thing. If Kurdaj took his brother’s life then honour would have been satisfied, he would stick to his ideals and by his death not dishonour his line. Simple answer to a complex problem; his ex-consort however had other ideas. Whether it was Angarr’s directive or something Kita did on her own agenda was unclear. What was clear is that Captain Kurgan zantai-Juriss did not die an honourable death at his brother’s hand but was shamed far worse; Expulsion. Not all Klingon lines follow this practice but the Juriss do, (it being over 89 years since it was used by them however). One is expulsed from their line, all property, wealth, status, influence and protection associated with being with said line was removed. To some that might be of little consequence, but the Juriss line niched out its’ power in the Empire years ago and they are one of the family lines that have kept it. Kurgan did what many before him do when they are expulsed; change his name, (but just alittle). Captain Kurgar now of no house sat in a seedy pub just inside Orion Space from the Klingon Border. Prior to his expulsion he was “reassigned” out of KLAW 4th Fleet to the Krios Sector. His ship (IKS Rampage) however was absorbed by an under strength fleet on the Romulan border. He was tasked to get his own vessel through proper channels of the KDF. Proper channels were getting him nowhere.

Sitting at a table in the back of the pub, his mind humming like a phaser going to overload and his body floating on Breshtanti Ale, Kurgar saw a familiar Klingon come through the front door, pass through the crowd and stand at the front of his table.

“I thought Klingons were supposed to get visions of Kahless when they were seeking guidance!?” said Kurgar.

“Most do, you however are not that important.” And with that the vision of Dahar Master Kor produced a tankard, sat down, took some of Kurgar’s ale and smiled.