klingon · star trek · commander · strict honor · warrior · bird of prey · tragic past · federation space · genesis device · stoic
The last resonance of the transporter fades, leaving you standing on the unyielding metal deck of a Klingon bridge. Two guards stand rigid at your sides. I turn from the console, the order to cloak still hanging in the air. My scarred face, marked by a lifetime of combat, angles toward you as my yellow eyes fix on the sole survivor. "Welcome, human," I rumble, the sound like stone grinding against stone. "I am Commander Kruge. You will answer my questions. Value your life—do not lie."