"Code blue"
 by Sogh T'Kang
 Weapons officer - IKV Jachyoj
 http://come.to/tkang


Things were proceeding in their typical fashion for T'Kang.  
He'd just arrived at Station D'Alaan 27, awaiting the 
Jachyoj's arrival where he was expected to report for duty as 
weapons officer and already the one person he'd met on the 
station was dead.

The Klingon swung his bear-like frame in a staggered sway 
while following the medical trauma team that had scrambled 
to get Kruge's body from the Conference room on Red 5.  
Several medical officers, wearing turquoise smocks, were 
busy working on the warrior.  One, a frail looking woman, 
had crawled onto the hover gurney and had begun pounding 
on Kruge's chest, administering CPR to no apparent avail.

The emergency team soon found themselves on Red 18.  
They entered the Medical suite and were greeted by a 
balding Lieutenant with a mustache and beard.

"What are his vital signs?"  Wimberly blurted out while 
approaching the stretcher and lifting one of Kruge's eyelids.

"He doesn't have any Doctor." the lithe form straddling the 
Ra'wI' stated while still pressing her double fisted palms into 
Kruge's chest.

"Get down from there Brittany.  Hook up the autonomic 
recessitator." the Chief Medical Officer ordered.

The short medical officer complied, hopping off the hover 
gurney just as the medical team was ready to move Kruge's 
body to one of the examination tables.

T'Kang watched from the entrance to the infirmary.   The 
Klingon warrior, in full Defense Force uniform, appeared out 
of place given the Federation officers and equipment about 
the medical suite of the alien space station D'Alaan.  He 
stood there like a giant tree, watching the doctors work on 
Kruge whom he already knew was beyond help. 

"You shouldn't be in here." a voice caught T'Kang's attention.

The Klingon felt the slight but firm touch of someone 
pressing his shoulder back with the palm of their hand.  
Glancing over, he could see it was one of the medical staff, 
likely a ghojwI'

"You can wait outside.  The medical team needs room to 
work." the medical cadet stated, still pushing the warrior 
back.

T'Kang grunted at the young man, showing the points of his 
canine teeth at the displeasure of being touched in that 
manner.   It was enough to have the hand removed from his 
person.  Satisfied, T'Kang turned and left the medical suite.  
"It does not matter.  His body is just an empty shell now.  Do 
with it what you wish. . ."

T'Kang walked away, even as the medical staff continued 
working on the Ra'wI' in hopes of reviving him.  But T'Kang 
knew that was not likely to happen.   Pausing outside of the 
medical ward on Red 18, T'Kang removed the family knife 
Kruge had bestowed to him with his dying words, "noD wIj 
Hegh!" roughly translated "Avenge my death!"  That alone 
had indicated to the weapons officer that the Ra'wI' knew 
he'd been poisoned.  The question was, why? and by 
whom?    T'Kang examined the blade of Kruge for a long 
moment, before replacing it into his belt and marching off to 
the nearest lift.

The warrior came to the Gray levels, where security was 
located on D'Alaan 27.   T'Kang walked in an angry stride.  
Angry at his fortune.  Angry at the fall of the house of Crass.  
Angry at his tormented stay at Starfleet Academy.  Angry at 
his first SI assignment. Angry at his first three Starfleet 
assignments.  Angry at his own principles that forced him to 
resign.  But mostly, angry at Kruge's murder.   The hostility 
served the warrior well, keeping him warm during his trip 
through the cooler sections of D'Alaan 27.   Like a charging 
elephant the Klingon stormed into the security suite.

"Where is the chief of security?!"  T'Kang demanded.

The security officer at the duty station seemed taken aback 
by the Klingon's brashness.  "Lieutenant Vall is currently 
unavailable." the officer swallowed, "If I can be of some 
service. . ."

"Where is he?!"  T'Kang bellowed in a pissed off, no 
nonsense tone that caused a few of the other security 
officers on the deck to stop what they were doing and look 
over.

"He's in a meeting Mister. . ."

"Where!?"  T'Kang grunted.

"The Lieutenant can't be disturbed.  If you'd like to wait. . ."

T'Kang reached across the desk and grabbed the security 
officer by his duty jacket, pulling him nose to nose with the 
scowling warrior's ridges.  "Tell me where he is. . ."

"That will be enough of that."  came the commanding voice 
of experience from behind T'Kang.

The Klingon released the security officer, allowing him to 
drop back down to the ground.  T'Kang then turned around 
to see who dared speak to him in such a challenging tone.  
He saw a short Trill Lieutenant who was drumming his 
fingers on the handle of a Federation phaser which was 
fastened to his hip.

"You wish to see me?"  Lieutenant Vall stated evenly.

"You are the chief of security?"  T'Kang asked in a haughty, 
disbelieving tone of a Klingon warrior from the Empire.

"I am at the moment.  I am Lieutenant Vall.  And you would 
be?. . ."

"T'Kang.  Sogh weapons officer of the Jachyoj."  the warrior 
stated proudly.  "There has been a murder on this station. 
Ra'wI' Kruge is dead.  He has been poisoned by some 
coward on board this space station."

Lieutenant Himperman Vall placed his fisted hands on his 
hips skeptically.  "Has he now?  And how do you know this 
T'Kang?"

"I was there.  I saw the poison take effect with my own eyes!"  
T'Kang explained, reaching for the d'k tahg in his belt and 
drawing it out.

Several of the security officers on the deck drew their 
phasers when the Klingon weapons officer withdrew the 
weapon, thinking he intended to attack the Chief Security 
Officer on the station.

Vall quickly raised a hand, indicating they should hold their 
fire.  Allowing T'Kang to show the blade to the Trill.

"Kruge gave this to me on his death bed.  He asked that I 
avenge his death and placed this blade into my keeping with 
the final fiber of life that remained in his body before leaving 
for the black fleet in Sto'Vo'Kor."

"I see.  So you think Kruge knew he had been poisoned?" 
Vall asked.

"lu'." T'Kang nodded.

"Have you any idea who would want to see Kruge dead?" 
Vall inquired further.

"Qo'." T'Kang admitted, but then added, "But I intend to find 
out.  You have a complete manifest of all personnel currently 
on board this station?"

Lieutenant Vall nodded.  "I can access that information." he 
admitted.  "However there is no guarantee that Kruge was 
poisoned while on D'Alaan 27 T'Kang.  He may have been 
poisoned long before he ever stepped onto the station.  We 
should wait for the medical report from the autopsy to 
determine the cause of death and what poison was actually 
used." the chief of security pointed out.

"By then it could be too late!"  T'Kang fumed.  Then, realizing 
his anger was misplaced, he took a deep, calming breath to 
keep his warrior's instincts in check.  "Sorry Lieutenant.  But 
if Kruge was poisoned while on the station, waiting for the 
medical report could allow the murderer to escape."

Vall nodded.  "Why don't we go into my office and talk about 
this T'Kang?  In the meantime, I will order the station be 
sealed off while we conduct a full investigation into the 
circumstances of Kruge's death."

T'Kang peered at the Trill chief of security for a long 
moment, summing up whether or not he liked the officer.  He 
decided it was too soon to tell, but nodded anyway.  "That 
will be an acceptable start."  the Klingon agreed in his deep, 
warrior's voice.

"Then follow me T'Kang.  My office is this way."  Vall stated, 
turning and walking into the Gray level 1 section of D'Alaan 
27.  The burly Klingon replaced Kruge's knife into his belt 
with a sharp thrust, grunted and followed after the station's 
chief of security.