Aug 7, 2013
foreswornxsabaist, geoffrey-mbenga, and impossiblenumberone started following you
And so they come like lambs to the slaughter, Khan smirked as he saw the officers approach. Like little ducklings, come to follow a creature that is not their mother. "Good afternoon," he drew out slowly, ominously, tasting the words as he spoke them. He'd been offering his services as a mechanic on this little outpost near the Klingon Neutral Zone, repairing broken weapons or transporters, occasionally stealing bits for personal use. "How may I help the grand and noble ship from which you come?"
