Do we forget eggs smashed in the nests of our mothers by disruptor cannons that roared from the sky above?
Do we forget the statues of the Great Mother pulled down and looted of their ancient treasures by grinning, hooting apes?
They think we forget. They are fools. They look at me and cannot even tell I am female! Let Slathis bow his head to ape chancellors and ape generals; let our hungrier fathers and brothers die in the name of ape wars and ape empires.
Our day will come. We will have our vengeance. One day I will crack their bones and feast upon the marrow within, and the apes will howl the name of Gorn as we take back what is ours!
For now I serve aboard their ships - what a pleasant thing it was that I was able to rip the head from the shoulders of my former commander and take this vessel for my own! It is a small, weak ship, but I will rise in their service. I can swear all the oaths of loyalty they like; ape oaths can no more restrain me than fat ape fingers can pierce my hide
Our day will come.
This empire has done little to inspire my confidence. If not for the presence of K'mtar and Worf, I would surely have eaten the heart of that fool M'ven myself. "Look at me, I am a Klingon, I know a powerful enemy is plotting against me, so rather than bide my time and think I will simply throw myself at him and then die! Because that is a good idea!"
No, on second thought, I would not have eaten his heart - there was nothing about him I would want to pass onto my children. This is what comes of raising your young as apes do, rather than encouraging a healthy competition between them in the nest. Without the teeth and claws of their siblings to worry about, Klingon children have an exaggerated notion of their own superiority.
Do I hate them all? No, I suppose some are worthy. I would have eaten Alexander's heart if I had thought his father would have permitted it - soft half-breed ape or not, he gave his life so that his blood might live and that is as a son should. And I have come to respect my crew and my officers, even those few who are not Gorn.
Perhaps when the great day comes, they will be spared to tell this story to the other apes.
A very different perspective on the Gorn than my own, but I love it.
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
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...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
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