Friendship & Honor

by Valkir2464

(1) Where in Gre'thor am I!?

Stardate: 2269.213 Location: Border of Klingon/Romulan Neutral Zone

It was just another boring routine aboard the IKS B’Moth, another uneventful patrol along the border of the neutral zone. Almost every Klingon aboard the newly outfitted starship expected a glorious campaign against the Federation, or pretty much anyone for that matter, and probably head back afterwards to the empire’s capital on Qo’noS to be showered with praise and adoration, and maybe even attract a few mates with tales of glorious and bloody warfare…

… but no, the stupid Organian Ceasefire had to happen, causing a forced peace treaty between the Federation and the Klingon Empire. Sure, the years that followed weren’t all bad. That alliance with the Romulans that started a year ago netted them some new and innovative technology such as the cloaking device as well as some new starship blueprints, allowing the invention of the Bird-of-Prey. Not to mention that the head ridges that Klingons were known for that disappeared a century ago began growing back. But aside from that, cruising around space with nothing but asteroids and their fellow members for company was definitely not the crew’s idea of a good time.

These thoughts continued to swarm the mind of the ship’s ensign and security officer, Kor’tokh, who is trying to stay focused as the ship made it’s Kahless-knows-how-many rounds along the Neutral Zone border. ‘Ugh, can this get any more monotonous!?’ Kor’tokh thought as he went about his rounds on the ship. As he completed another inspection on the decks, he decided to blow off some steam in the training room with K’rau, his longtime friend and partner at the Klingon Military Academy.

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“I swear, K’rau, it’s like the High Command ran out of jobs to give to new members of the KDF like us, so they just decided to dump us recruits off into the most obscure corner of the empire.” Kor’tokh grumbled as he shot his disrupter at a human-shaped target.
“I know, right!?” K’rau replied as he hit another target on the bull’s-eye. “I mean, here we are, busting our asses off during training, preparing to fight against humans, Vulcans, and Andorians; when all of a sudden, the ceasefire happens and they ship us off in the middle of nowhere!” he ranted as he shot a couple more targets, utilizing marksmanship skills that he thought were wasted on this assignment, "What's more, what is the whole Empire doing about this other than signing documents and kissing up to the Federation?" he then shot a target square on the head before setting down the pistol on a nearby table. The two comrades then sat down, not in the mood to shoot targets anymore.

“Sometimes…” Kor’tokh began before pausing and thinking about his situation, “…Sometimes I wonder why we even signed up for the corps in the first place. I mean, yes the stories of winning honor and glory sound inspiring when you first hear them, but we aren’t going to join our fathers up in Sto’Vo’Kor at this rate.” he finished before sighing and pressing his face against his palms, sinking off into depression.

All of a sudden, the ship’s intercom sounded, “Ensign Kor’tokh requested on the bridge. Repeat, Ensign Kor'tokh requested on the bridge.”

K’rau then chuckled at his friend's surprised expression, “Well there you go, wish granted.”
“Not yet it’s not,” Kor’tokh countered as he got up to leave, “it might just be another evaluation report or something like th-“

BOOM!!!!

Kor’tokh never got to finish his sentence when a sudden explosion on deck knocked him over, cutting him off.
“Kor’tokh!! Come on get up!” K’rau cried out as he rushed over to help his friend up. “I’m alright!” Kor’tokh yelled as he got up and stumbled his way up to the bridge.

As they made their way up to the bridge, they passed all of the crewmen who were either grabbing their weapons or maintaining systems on terminals as the alarms blared. All of a sudden, Qua’lon, the B’Moth’s tough-as-nails captain approached them with a scowl on his face. “It’s about time you two got your pathetic asses up here!!” he barked as he grabbed a disrupter rifle from a nearby compartment and began activating it. “I want you two to grab your gear and meet up with the boarding party at the beaming platform!”
“If I may ask sir,” Kor’tokh inquired as he got his weapons out “who’s attacking us?”

“Romulans” Qua’lon spat.

“Why are they suddenly declaring war on us?” K’rau asked in bewilderment.
“I don’t know, but I personally don’t give a QI’yaH (fuck)!” Qua’lon said with a sneer that, if the two Klingons were members of any other species, would’ve given them nightmares for years to come. “It’s about time we’ve had some real action!”

As Qua’lon left to prepare another strike against the attacking ship, Kor’tokh and K’rau ran down the corridors to catch up with the others. As they were running down the hall, two more explosions rocked the deck, causing Kor’tokh to feel uneasy, a very unKlingon-like trait, about this whole situation.
‘This makes no sense!’ Kor’tokh thought,'Why are Romulans violating the terms of the alliance? It has only been a little more than a year already, but the contract hasn’t even reached its natural end yet! Why would they be attacking now!?’ Kor’tokh paused before continuing, ‘But then again, the Romulans aren’t exactly known to be trustworthy. There have been talks in the High Council about the dangers of siding with the ‘Treacherous Cowards’ as they called them.’ his brow furrowing as he finished this thought.

At this point, the pair arrived at the ship’s beaming platform, joining a small group of what appeared to be ten warriors who were armed to the teeth with their trigger-fingers itching badly. About seven of them were Klingons, while two of them were reptilian Gorns, and there may have been an Orion in the group, but that’s not really important right now.
“We’re ready, beam us onto the ship.” Kor’tokh said as he and K’rau got on the platform.

“Energize”

As soon as he said the word, the engineer activated the transporter. The lights below the platform turned red, indicating that the platform was in use, and that anybody who didn’t want their molecules to be completely scrambled by accident should probably keep him/her/itself off of it. Light began swirling around the twelve crewmen (large platform), as the device began to teleport them onto the enemy ship.

Ka-Boom!!!!!

Just then, at that very moment on the Romulan vessel, one of their crewmen decided to try and get a lucky shot at the ship. He fired a photon torpedo, which coincidentally enough, managed to hit the transport room right on target, just as the beaming process was finishing up.

Now let me take some time off to break the fourth wall just to get a point across. To anyone reading this who happens to know his Star Trek lore, you know how when a transporter is damaged or malfunctioning, the man, woman, or object that is being beamed is usually destroyed? Well that’s not the case here. As it just so happens, Kor’tokh managed to get lucky, and got beamed without any injuries more serious than a few scrapes. The torpedo, however, managed to seriously damage the console’s navigation coordinates. Luckily, the two ships just happened to be orbiting a Class-M planet as they were locked in battle, so the transporter beamed Kor’tokh on the surface instead of beaming him to a cold, airless death out in space.

Just what is on this planet you may ask? Well, let’s find out, shall we?

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On the planet’s surface, 15 minutes before the Romulan ambush…

It was a cold night in Equestria, and the wind howled the coming of the first breezes of winter. The season of autumn was coming to an end, and soon, the snow would be covering the leaf-covered ground in a soft, white blanket.
As the night began growing darker and darker, all of the ponies that worked and played in the glory of Celestia’s sunlight began closing their businesses, their schools, and ultimately the doors of their homes. One mare, however, didn’t turn in for the night, especially since it was her responsibility to begin the night in the first place.

This pony I’m speaking about, was of course none other than Princess Luna herself. As she made her glorious moon rise into the heavens, and painted the now dark blue sky with her stars, she couldn’t help but notice everypony wrapping up their businesses as usual. A millennium ago, this would’ve both disturbed and angered her, but instead she smiled as she watched them scurry into their houses. There were, after all, small groups of ponies out there that stayed up marveling and reveling under her beautiful night sky.
But of course, one doesn’t simply forget about the atrocities she committed 1000 years ago during her brief reign as the magnificent, yet terrifying queen of darkness: Nightmare Moon. How could anypony forget the mere fact that she nearly destroyed the world by plunging it into eternal night!? They even made an entire holiday based of off it!
But thanks to her redemption by the Elements of Harmony, along with recent events that have occurred a little more than 3 weeks ago, the residents of Equestria have begun opening up to her more. The scars are still there, of course, but they’re already starting to fade; some have even started saying, “Luna is best princess!”

Luna couldn’t help but chuckle at this thought, and eventually flew down onto the peak of Mount Everfree and began looking up at the stars.

‘MY stars,’ she corrected herself, ‘and my night sky, as they have always been from the very beginning’

As the dark blue alicorn continued gazing up into her night sky, something, or rather two of them, caught her attention.

‘Since when have my stars started moving on their own?’ she wondered as she watched what appeared to be two stars moving in slow circles around each other, emitting what looked like bright fiery lights from each other. Suddenly, one of the stars began growing bigger and, for some reason, closer.

‘Not a star,’ Luna realized, her eyes growing wide, ‘an object!’

The comet-like object began making it’s descent in a flaming streak across the night sky that nearly resembled that of a phoenix, soaring into the horizon before finally crashing into the distant badlands on the edge of Equestrian territory.

Luna continued to stare off into the distance, blinking every few seconds just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, before shaking her head and thinking, ‘What was that thing?! Was it a comet, or something else entirely?’ A sudden feeling of nervousness rushed through her, before she decided to fly back to Canterlot, thinking about how to break this to her sister.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, lets go back to Kor’tokh to pick up where we left off.

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Location: Everfree Forest Time: 6:45 PM

Vrriiiiiiinng

The light finally stopped swirling around Kor’tokh’s body, letting him collapse on the mossy ground beneath him. The Klingon ensign felt like throwing up after that awful experience, but being made of tougher stuff, resisted the urge to hurl and got himself off the dirt.

“Wh-Where am I!?” He asked himself as he stood up.

Realizing that he was out of his environment, Kor’tokh wasted no time in reaching for both his disrupter and his communicator. Activating the comm, he began attempting to contact the ship.

“Kor’tokh to the B’Moth; Kor’tokh to the B’Moth, do you read me?”

The Klingon was met only with silence along with static from his comm.

“IKS B’Moth! I am stranded on the surface of an unidentified planet, can you read me!?”

More silence and static greeted him, as if to mock him for his efforts. If communicators could make trolling faces, his would probably be making one now.

“ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!!!”

To say that Kor’tokh was pissed at failing to gain a response would be a severe understatement. After his communicator gave him a round of applause in static form after he failed yet again in his attempt, Kor’tokh threw the device at a nearby tree in a fit of rage, destroying it.

A few seconds afterwards he simmered down, and slumped against the trunk of the same tree while sighing in frustration.

‘Is this it?’ Kor’tokh thought bitterly, ‘Is this how I’m going to die, in a dark forest filled with Kahless-knows what kind of horrid beasts?’

Shaking his head fiercely, Kor’tokh rose from his seat on top of the tree’s roots with fire in his eyes, and a newfound determination in his 8-chambered heart.

Kor’tokh decided that now was not the time for self-pity; he’s a proud Klingon warrior, dammit! If he’s gonna die, it’ll be in glorious combat! There’s no way in Gre’thor he’s going to let himself die out here!

With that in mind, Kor’tokh boldly went deeper into the forest, without any notion about what crazy shit he was about to get himself into.

Here’s a hint: it involves ponies.

Author's Note:

Alright! First chapter done! It took me forever to come up with this, so please, rate, review, etc.

Like I said in the story's description, any tips, pointers, and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated, so please post your opinions in the comments below.

Comments

[Da_Spy]

Eh its Star Trek so it gets my vote.

[Commando-Scarecrow]

Prince Zuko called. He wants his honor back.

[Da_Spy]

2177404 lol

[Valkir2464]

2177400

Thank you. It's my first fanfic, so any support would be great.

[Firegrace]

My exact reaction: AADSCSDFZERSADVFAXSDFAWRVSDCDVGFRNHFNNNGGGGGMMYEDZVDVVVSDGVVFDFDDV\ZVGDFXCVVVFFZDDFGVSZVZSVDZBDFFFBFDBXED YEEEEEEES

[CaptRicoSakara]

I've read many Star Trek crossovers, but never have I ever read one with a Klingon for a main character. This is a new one for me, so you definitely got my vote! Let's see where this story goes, cause this sounds like it's going to be quite the ride!

[Valkir2464]

2187184

Thanks . To be completely honest, I'm surprised no one else thought of this before.