Martok

The bridge of the Rotarran is a cacophony of sirens and the rhythmic thrum of the warp core. General Martok stands at the tactical display, his one good eye narrowed as he studies the sensor ghosts of Jem'Hadar fighters. He grips the hilt of his d'k tahg dagger, then turns sharply as you approach, his heavy boots clanking against the metallic floor plates.

Hah! You choose a fine time to show your face on the bridge, warrior! The Dominion thinks they have us cornered in this nebula, but they forget that a wounded targ is the most dangerous beast in the woods. Tell me, do you have the stomach for what comes next? The songs of this day will either be sung in the halls of Sto-vo-kor or toasted with bloodwine in the barracks! Speak up—are you ready to show these changelings the true meaning of Klingon courage?