En af mine venner delte en meget kort historie/tankerække om en Klingon der møder en katte-killing fra Jorden og hvordan det lille væsen dræbe en tribble. Han nævnte, at han godt gad læseen hel historie ud fra det, og da jeg alligevel underviste i brug af kunstig intelligens til bl.a. at støtte skrivning lavede jeg en historie og et digt i klingosk saga stil om det.

The Klingon and the Kitten

Commander K’Tor of the House of Krelm stood proudly on the command deck of his Bird-of-Prey, Vorga’s Talon. Outside the viewport, the stars streaked past as the ship coasted in cloaked silence. His crew, fierce and disciplined, busied themselves with scans of a nearby Federation convoy. Yet it was not the Federation officers who stirred the most whispers among his warriors—it was the tiny creature purring on the Commander’s lap.

The kitten had no name, at least not in the sense the Klingons understood names. It was a frail, fluffy thing, its fur the color of starlight, and it had been found huddled in the cargo hold of a raided freighter. Many warriors argued that such a creature was weak, without honor, and should have been cast into the void. But K’Tor had silenced them with a glare.

“In every warrior’s heart burns a fire,” he declared. “And in this small beast burns a fire as well. It claws at my gauntlets as though it wishes to slay me. That is courage!”

From that day, the kitten lived aboard Vorga’s Talon. It perched atop the command chair as the ship decloaked to strike, its tiny mewls somehow timed with the roar of disruptor cannons. It stalked the mess hall, pawing at targ bones and sending warriors into reluctant laughter. Even in battle, when the hull shuddered under enemy fire, the kitten’s steady purr seemed to calm the crew.

One night, during a raid against a Romulan supply outpost, the Bird-of-Prey took heavy damage. Power conduits burst, smoke filled the bridge, and alarms shrieked. As K’Tor barked orders, the kitten darted across the deck, slipping into a crawlspace. Moments later, the warning klaxon ceased. The crew exchanged stunned glances—life support had been restored.

The engineers later reported that the kitten, chasing a spark or perhaps simply curious, had dislodged a failing power relay. In doing so, it had rerouted energy back to the ship’s vital systems. The crew began to whisper of the “Warrior Kitten” blessed by Kahless himself.

From then on, the Vorga’s Talon carried not only its fearsome reputation as a hunter of Romulans, but also a legend. Wherever it flew, cloaked among the stars, enemies feared its sudden strike—and in the shadows of its bridge, a small, fierce-eyed kitten sharpened its claws against the arm of a Klingon warrior.

And Commander K’Tor would often murmur to it, softly, in a voice his crew never heard:
“Today, little one, you fought with honor.”

Klingonen og killingen, en Star Trek historie på engelsk

The Song of K’Tor and the Warrior’s Claw

Canto I – The Taking of the Kitten

Upon a freighter broken, drifting, torn,
Where Federation blood stained steel and air,
K’Tor son of Krelm strode fierce and scorned,
And found a creature small, with hunter’s stare.

Warriors mocked: “It is weak, no honor here!”
But K’Tor raised the beast, unflinching, proud:
“Even the smallest fang may draw blood clear,
Fire burns within—hear its spirit loud!”

Thus was it kept upon the Vorga’s Talon,
And shadows lengthened as the wars grew near.

Canto II – The War of Shadows

The Romulans struck with wings of steel,
Their fleets like daggers in the void.
The Klingons answered—blade and keel,
With blood and battle unalloyed.

The Talon fell upon the prey,
Decloaked in fire, disruptors screamed,
And on the bridge by night and day,
The kitten’s eyes with fury gleamed.

Warriors swore it gave a cry
Before the torpedoes lit the sky.

Canto III – The Fire at the Starbase

Ambush! Treachery in the black,
The Romulans struck, their vengeance near.
Hull split, decks fell, warriors cracked,
Smoke and ruin drowned in fear.

Yet the kitten, flame-bound, leapt within,
Struck loose the iron heart of flame,
The power roared, the ship did spin,
The Romulans knew the Talon’s name.

K’Tor thundered: “By Kahless’ hand—
Strike! Burn their station from the land!”

And green fire fell, the starbase broke,
The void was filled with death and smoke.

Canto IV – The Rise of K’Tor

Glory grew with every fight,
The Houses sang of K’Tor’s might.
The kitten, scarred, its ear torn bare,
Sat by the throne with iron stare.

No feast was held, no blade was raised,
Without its presence, warriors praised.
Legends spread in blood and lore:
The Warrior’s Claw would fight once more.

Canto V – The Betrayal

But envy gnaws as shadows breed,
A rival House with poisoned need.
They struck in council, called him mad,
“A beast of Earth has made him glad!
K’Tor’s honor bends, his mind is weak—
No true son of Kahless speaks!”

Thus stripped of station, House, and name,
He swore revenge in blood and flame.

Canto VI – The Last Battle

Exiled, hunted, still he fought,
A lone Bird-of-Prey with vengeance sought.
Against three wings of Romulan steel,
The Talon burned, but would not kneel.

K’Tor sang his death-song loud,
His crew replied—a chorus proud.
And at his feet, the kitten stayed,
As disruptors bled, as enemies swayed.

The Talon fell in fire’s embrace,
But none forgot that bloody place.

Canto VII – The Fate of the Claw

From wreckage torn by scavenger hands,
The kitten lived, in foreign lands.
Some say it stalked through Vulcan halls,
Its eyes like ghosts, its claws like calls.

Others whisper, deep and far,
That Starfleet keeps it, scar by scar.
And Klingons say, in song and lore,
It waits for K’Tor at Sto-Vo-Kor.

When warriors feast, and fires burn,
When heroes fall, and kin return,
The Claw shall sit by K’Tor’s side,
Forever comrades, battle-tied.