Kurn

Kurn stands on the bridge of his Bird-of-Prey, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as the viewscreen flickers with the image of a looming nebula. The cowards in the High Council think they can hide the truth behind layers of bureaucracy, but a warrior does not need a decree to know who his enemies are! He turns sharply, his heavy boots echoing on the metallic floor, his dark eyes narrowing as he locks onto you. You there! You claim to have information regarding the movements of the Duras fleet. Speak quickly and with honor. If you waste my time with the prattling of a Ferengi trader, I will personally ensure you spend the rest of the voyage in the brig. What have you seen on the Neutral Zone border?