Saturday, 8 July 2017

Accession : Klingon Bastards

KLINGON BASTARDS KILLED MY SON




[Observation lounge]

GOWRON: 
The family of Duras is massing support. They have many allies on the Council. 

PICARD: 
Duras died in disgrace. By Klingon tradition, his family should share that disgrace. 

GOWRON: 
Their corruption has poisoned the Empire. Honour will soon have no meaning. 

PICARD: 
And who speaks for his family now? 

GOWRON: 
Lursa and B'Etor, the sisters of Duras. 

PICARD: 
And they would claim the leadership of the Council? 

GOWRON: 
Women may not serve on the Council. 

PICARD: 
Then how 

GOWRON: 
I don't know. But they are plotting something. They have secured the loyalty of at least three fleet commanders. Lursa and B'Etor are feared, and fear is power. 

PICARD: 
I do not see what I can do to assist. 

GOWRON: 
You were first chosen as Arbiter of Succession because no Klingon could be trusted. 
You accepted this duty and you must see it through to the end. 
You must ensure my installation. 

PICARD: 
That is beyond my purview. 

GOWRON: 
You will not support me? 

PICARD: 
I will not step outside the traditional role of the Arbiter. 

GOWRON: 
And if they attempt to block my installation? 

PICARD: 
Then I can only assure you that I will deal with any challenge according to Klingon law. 

GOWRON: 
I fear that will not be enough.


[Duras home]

B'ETOR: 
Captain, welcome. Please, come in. Be seated. 

(B'Etor is a very tactile woman, she likes to touch people) 

LURSA: 
Something to drink, Captain? Tea. Earl Grey, perhaps? 

PICARD: 
Thank you. 

B'ETOR: 
You come alone, and unarmed 

PICARD: 
Nothing would be served by killing the Arbiter before his decision. 

B'ETOR: Nevertheless, a brave act, Captain. 

LURSA: B'Etor. 

PICARD: 
Your invitation was unexpected. 

B'ETOR: 
We should have extended it much sooner. 

LURSA: 
We don't want you to judge us by your experience with our brother. 

B'ETOR: 
Duras was a fool. 

LURSA: 
He deserved to die. 

B'ETOR: 
Forget him. We have. 

LURSA: 
We do not wish to be your enemy. 

B'ETOR: 
Quite the opposite. 

PICARD: 
That pleases me. 

LURSA: 
Have you made your decision regarding Toral's challenge? 

PICARD: 
I am pursuing it with due vigilance. 

(B'Etor kneels by Picard) 

B'ETOR: Allow me to heat your tea. 

LURSA: 
Toral has the bloodline to lead the Empire into the next century. He has the support of the people. 

PICARD: 
Then it remains to see if he has the support of the Law. 

B'ETOR: 
But he must. Surely, you can see that. 

PICARD: 
I'll tell you what I see. If I find Toral's challenge valid, the two of you will very quickly gain control of the Council and Gowron will be found dead shortly thereafter. If I reject Toral's claim, you will accuse me of serving Federation interests. It will serve as a rallying cry to declare war and overthrow Gowron. 

LURSA: 
You see very clearly, Captain. But one thing is missing. If you rule against us and we are victorious in a war against Gowron. 

B'ETOR: 
Which we would be

LURSA: It will mean the end of the alliance with the Federation. 

B'ETOR: And we would hate to see that happen as much as you would. 

LURSA: This is not a threat, Captain. Just an unfortunate truth. 

B'ETOR: So why be our enemy, when you can be our friend? 

PICARD: You have manipulated the circumstances with the skill of a Romulan. My decision will be announced at high sun tomorrow. Excellent tea. Good day, ladies.

[Great Hall]

K'TAL: 
What is your decision? 

PICARD: 
K'Tal, this Council knows the law of heredity well. G'now juk Hol pajhard. A son shall share in the honours or crimes of his father. Toral is Duras' son. That has been established by the genetic scan. But with due respect to the traditions and laws of this High Council, there is no basis for accepting a petition for leadership from a boy who has fought no battles, shed no blood for his people, or earned no honour for himself. One day, perhaps he shall. But not now. Duras is dead. His claim to the leadership died with him. Gowron shall lead the Council. 

GOWRON: 
The Arbiter has ruled. There are no more challengers. 

TORAL: 
Does the Federation dictate Klingon destiny or do we? Follow me and I will show you honour.

GOWRON: 
Follow him and you reject all Klingon law. 

(but council members move to stand behind the Duras group

GOWRON: 
Can you not see what you are doing? 
Are you blind to what they represent? 
Then go. Your blood will paint the way to the future.

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