"The destruction of the Romulan homeworlds has left a power vacuum that we cannot ignore! An interstellar force will fill that void, and if not by us than who? The Breen? Gorn? The Humans?!"

 

    "We cannot discount the Romulans! They will be back in force if we allow it! Let us put our heels to their throats, and keep them where they belong!" shouted a supporter within the Hall.

 

    Kaltorg looked at Martok, and pointed in the direction of the voice. Showing Martok that support of a new offensive was growing. "The time for inaction, has passed Chancellor! Will you stand in our way, or lead us to glory!"

 

    Martok glared. But before he could speak, and all too familiar voice filled the room. "I may be mistaken, but it sounds like Kaltorg has issued a challenge to the Chancellor, on the floor of the Council no less." The voice was Kay'La's. She appeared from crowd, now standing in front of Kaltorg. "Surely, I was mistaken?" She asked.

 

    Although her interruption was expected, even desired, Kaltorg's first inclination was to cut the arrogant pig with his blade, then officially challenge Martok for the right to lead the Empire. But they had planned these series of events for far too long, to have it all thrown away in an act of rage would be a waste. Instead, he gave a well crafted response. Careful not to give away his try desire for leadership, in the tone of his words. "Perhaps your time with the Humans has clouded your perception of your people, Kay'La. I have nothing but respect for our honorable leader. I am making no challenge. Merely speaking the truth. Fate is on our side. We cannot stand by and do nothing!"

 

    Kay'La nodded, as if finally understanding. "The way you say that word, Human ... you have such contempt for them, don't you? It is true I spent time with them, served as an Executive Officer on one of their ships, but let it be known to ALL that I am KLINGON." She looked around the Hall, making eye contact with each individual member, looking for even the slightest hint of challenge. She then closed the gap between her and Kaltorg. "And my perception of my people is as sharp as it ever was. And I know, that far too many of my people, are dishonorable pah'tahgs who are only interested in their own personal gain."

 

    She almost forced his hand. Her insult was only heard by him, had the others heard such an obvious attack on his character, he would've had no choice but to kill her. But, they needed her alive. For now. If he killed her today, on the floor of the Council, her Second would assume control of her House. He would far more likely be an ally, than an enemy. And right now, Kaltorg and those involved, needed an enemy. To help move their plan into the next phase.

    It was fortunate no one else heard. For him, his plan ... and for her. She'd live another day. But soon, she would get what she deserved.

    Kaltorg brushed off the insult, pretending nothing of importance was said. "Chancellor, I relinquish control of the floor."

    

    Martok nodded. "If there are no other matters to discuss? Very well, the Council is adjourned for today."

 

    Martok motioned for Kay'La to join him and his advisors in his office. Something that wasn't lost on Kaltorg as he approached M'Rel. "She defends him in front of everyone, now he's rewarding his loyal dog by granting her an audience with him and his advisors."

    M'Rel thought a moment. "This could work to our benefit. If he decided to aid her once we made our move, then it wouldn't be unreasonable for us to go after Martok as well ... but no, that would be hoping for too much. He'll let her stand alone, as Klingon law dictates. And as long as everything goes as planned, then it won't matter. Martok will be on the wrong end of our blades soon enough. Patience, young Kaltorg. Never lose sight of our ultimate goal."

    Kaltorg glanced back at the empty chair vacated by Martok only minutes early. He wouldn't allow himself to lose sight of the ultimate goal. "Not even for a second." He assured M'Rel.

 

 

TBC IN PART 2