End Game

[general_chang]

 The fight was long and hard. There had been allies, whether Chang wanted them or not, but the result was the same, the violence was finally starting to die down and respect from the Klingons was as tangible as the tang of blood. 

It was then that Chang began to speak, his voice low but carrying, filled with the purpose of the moment. 

"You have come here to die to fight me. You have come to wrest me and deliver me in chains to the Klingon High Council. I have acted dishonourably in the eyes of the Council and in your eyes. You wish to punish me."

He allowed the grumbling to subside. "But I have fought you all in honourable combat. I have taken you on and defeated you. I have used the Sword of Kahless."

The grumbling took a different tone. "I have proved my honour to you. When was the last time the High Council valued your views enough to do so? You know what this sword means. You know my power. My right. I will not take it without your consent. 

"Go back to your ships. Go back and speak of this day and this time and the potential it will bring. And bring the High Council a message: I will find out how much honour they have."

One of the Klingons pulled out their communicator and uttered a phrase. The brown shimmering light surrounded the Klingons still alive and they vanished, leaving the bodies behind. 

Chang stared at the bodies around him, panting quietly. He dropped to his knees suddenly and leant on the Sword of Kahless, struggling to stay conscious.

...and I create myself

[i_am_badwolf]

For the past two weeks the more alert of the crew might have noticed something odd. A misprint in a book, a glitch on a computer display, an errant sound picked up while scanning transmissions. It was there, a blip on the radar of existence. Just two words, repeating and returning.

Bad Wolf

For most people this was a meaningless thing, beneath passing notice. But some might know or feel there was more to it than that. For those who could feel it, or those just out for a stroll, the clues would lead them to Deck 7 and down the long corridor lined with quarters to the open door of room 0772.

Inside was a woman trying to make sense of the universe she found herself in, she was pouring over the computer looking for any hint of home.