The Klingon Captain's Table

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Comment by Ke'reth zantai Makura on November 11, 2009 at 6:27am

Warriors awake. Take up your blades, there's blood to be spilled, and songs to be sung. "For Kahless, and for Honour!!!" I raise a toast.

Comment by Kishin on September 8, 2009 at 6:29pm

Greetings, all!
It's just a little before the dinner hour on the Eastern Seaboard and I'm feeling....hungry! Which made me remember the gorgeous scene in the TNG episode "Matter of Honor" where Dr. Pulaski (always liked that character A LOT) marvels as Riker pokes identifies and sorta tries a banquet load of Klingon delicacies.
I'm imagining the hospitable Klingon captain's table overflowing with these hideous delights. Qaolin-- :::indicating the breged lung:: would you be so kind?

Comment by Qaolin epetai tuq qIln on September 5, 2009 at 2:33am

thanks much Martek.

Comment by Martek Dok'Marr on September 5, 2009 at 1:21am

I got word myself, it will be back up after labor day. It seems like there were some problems that are being worked out by the KlingonSpace admin team.

Comment by Qaolin epetai tuq qIln on September 4, 2009 at 10:10pm

Martek, jISovbe'. I've sent a query and awaiting a response.

Comment by Martek Dok'Marr on September 4, 2009 at 9:08pm

Does anyone know what happened to KlingonSpace?

Comment by Caitlin Rocco on July 28, 2009 at 6:56pm

::A burning house, a hybrid person, a dishonorable warrior. Looks at Earth trough New eyes on a mission that not only could mean the end of all life on Earth, but the downfall of the Federation itself. A ship adrift in space, it's crew clinging onto life, desperate to survive. Their last hope is the wormhole developing on their starboard bow... An eternal rolling ride, time frozen and still, thinking minds bearing witness to the cold vacuum of the Eternal Infinite Forever. A God failing to grasp that Infinity never ends. False prophets, enemy betrayals, kind murders and corpses littering the skies after the Dominion War...
A man kneeling with his face pressed up against a cold window, staring at his home planet, knowing that only hard vacuum stood between the weapons-fire and the death of billions. If only he could tell himself that it weren't his fault...
The planet is engulfed in a fire-ball that spans the rift of the immense time between it's formation and the Now that was not when nor where. Slivers of ice and shards of glass are sent flying out into the Infinite Unknown, along with the bodies of the billions that he had killed. His world exploded into pain, and all was dark.::

Comment by Vice Admiral Kate Fallsin on June 5, 2009 at 3:44pm

Starbase 72 and the USS Serenity both share the same forum and work together for the common good. At the moment we are looking for the following Chiefs. Please come look us up if you want to join.


Chief Medical
Wing Commander
Chief Security/Tactical Office
Chief Ops
Chief Diplomatic Officer
Chief Intel

http://z4.invisionfree.com/StarBase_72/index.php?act=idx

My YIM is ussfalcon_ncc
Klingon and romulan officers are welcome
thank you

Comment by X'Zarreth T'Kon on April 24, 2009 at 1:56pm

{"Our Many Convention Experiences!"}

Comment by Arizhel on December 23, 2008 at 11:36am

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