What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Kurak? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our world loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honor.
Lukara's will! I pray thee, wish not one warrior more.
By Mogh, I am not covetous for latinum,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honor,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Qo'nos.
Kirk's peace! I would not lose so great an honor
As one Klingon more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Kurak, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Kor.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Kor.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Dahar Master Kor.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Master Kor's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Lady Lukara, Qam-chee and Mekro'vak,
Martok and Sirella, Ketha and Third Dynasty-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Kor Son of Rynar shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in Qo'nos now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Kor's day.
Sons of Qo'nos! Of Kahless! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Klingons fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of targs and shattered chest plates when this age of the Empire comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this black rock, as Azetbur's need for peace and honor held fast, I bid you stand, warriors of the Empire!?
Last edited by apocalypse2001; 06-09-2013 at 07:20 AM.
So what every has shiny-toy syndrome now? Please, sit with your new toy of which you'll get tired in about two days . Meanwhile, we'll be sitting by our fireplace on our base, happily reaching tier 4, while you grunts keep struggling to get a good seal on your first air-lock