The Defence of Pek-ta V ------------------------------ *Note: This log takes place 32 years ago* ------------------------------ The klaxon sounded and it was deafening. Empet stared at the field medic whose table she was lying on. The news he had just given her dizzied her but she had no time to process it as she grabbed her disruptor and belted out to take up her post. A son... The young woman had to shake herself to make her mind focus on what she was doing. The doctor had told her she was pregnant after she'd collapsed on duty. She was having a son and she knew whose it was. The old man had asked her if she was mated or married but she hadn't answered him because right at that moment, the klaxon had declared that they were under attack. There was a sense of excitement and trepidation through the ranks of defenders as they waited for the Romulans or whatever force was coming. They wouldn't have long to wait. The fizz of transporters all around them and suddenly they were thrown in a flurry of fighting. Too close range to use her gun, Empet dropped it and drew her bat'leth. Her blood pumped violently in her ears as she swung it, feeling it connect with the neck of the Romulan in front of her. A spurt of green blood drenched her but she didn't even stop. Each swing brought down another man and she found herself gaining ground toward the centre for the foray. As she reached the higher ground at the centre of their outpost, she saw the commander and his first officer were dead as were most of the other officers. The Romulans were brutal in their attack. For a moment, she had the time and luxury to turn and assess the situation. The Klingons were scattered, forced into small, tight groups of fighting while the Romulans seemed to be massing for the final assault. Letting out a war cry, she gained the attention of every warrior close enough to hear her above the yelling. In quick, sharp actions, she split the group around her up into smaller units and indicated where they should go and what they should do. This done, she grabbed a disruptor rifle and headed for higher ground. Her first unit roared and charged the main group that were heading for the shield generator. Their attack was violent and they successfully distracted them. The second unit started to gather other Klingons together, getting bigger and then splitting off again to make other units that spread out over the outpost. She jumped to clamber up onto the roof of a building and leap from rooftop to rooftop until she had the Romulan commander in her sights. She kept low and stared around constantly to make sure no one had seen her. As she approached the nearest point, she dropped down to her stomach and took aim. The scope of her gun fixed firmly on her target and she squeezed the trigger. The Romulan exploded in a scream of red light but she kept firing, wanting to take down as many of their officers as they'd taken of theirs. "Fvadt Kll'inghann," she heard a deep, hard voice snarl behind her and she rolled to see a tall Romulan with black hair and dark eyes growl at her. He took aim with his disruptor but she brought the butt of her own up to dislodge his. In fast movements, he grabbed her rifle and yanked it from her grasp. Slamming it down hard in her abdomen, he swept it up as she doubled over and sent her flying from the roof. "tr'Hah'dee to Aehallh, mission abort! We have lost the Commander and Sub-Commander, get us out of here!" Every Romulan disappeared in a blur of transporters. A wild roar went up from the remaining Klingons and the cry went up, "Kai Empet! Kai the saviour of Pek-ta V!" The world felt like it had been stuffed full of feathers as she slowly came around to white, clean walls and the smell of disinfectant. "Where..." "Shh," the doctor insisted as he held his hand to her shoulder to stop her from rising. "You're in the medic suite. Be calm, HoD Empet, you're going to be fine." "HoD?" she murmured then flinched when a stabbing pain tore at her stomach. Her hands went over it protectively. Her son... She glanced up into the eyes of the medic and saw the answer to her question without even needing to ask it. The blow from the Romulan had done more damage to the foetus than to her. "Is he..." "There was nothing I could do, HoD," the man said sadly. "I tried my best, I swear to you." She dropped her hand onto his arm as firmly as she could manage even though she felt strangled. "I know you did." Then she met his eyes again, dropped her head back and let out a wailing, piercing death cry. Hear this, all hosts of Sto'Vo'Kor, open thy gates to Karthan, son of Martok, child of the House of Topian!