7 YEARS EARLIER
Where is T'Kuvma?
I heed the sacred call
of the Beacon of Kahless,
and the one who sent it
ignores my presence?
Your leader delays me from my voyage. Why?
What thr*at to the Empire
spreads across the stars?
Bring your leader at once.
Do not waste any more of my time.
"My presence."
"My voyage."
"My time."
No one speaks of "my duty" or "my honor."
Show respect, T'Kuvma.
You are nothing.
You have not earned a seat
on this council.
And yet I am the one who leads the way
to our Empire's resurrection.
As a child,
my destiny was illuminated
by the light of Kahless.
This ship belonged to my father.
Upon his death, it lay abandoned until...
I discovered it...
and vowed to restore honor to my house.
This is not your playground.
You will show my house respect!
But there is no honor without unity.
There is no home for any of us,
unless it is shared by all.
You speak of unity,
yet you disgrace this ship
with outcasts and vermin.
Look around!
This holy vessel soars once again
because of my lord.
He has even devised a way to hide it
behind a cloak of invisibility.
My house is open to all.
Including those discarded by you, Kol.
But my house is bonded
by a single doctrine:
Remain Klingon.
We are done listening to this fool.
The House of D'Ghor will hear more.
As will House Mokai.
One day soon,
I will put you back in your place,
T'Kuvma.
How do you propose to unite us?
We have become complacent in the time
since we last battled the Federation
at Donatu V.
Our purity is a thr*at to them.
They wish to drag us into the muck,
where humans, Vulcans, Tellarites,
and filthy Andorians mix.
Their ship is but a fleck.
What thr*at does one ship pose?
Great leaders,
everything I say will come to pass.
Look to the stars.
Our destiny has arrived!
Here it comes. Their lie.
No!
They do not!
They come to destroy our individuality.
Shall we rise up together...
and give them the fight they deserve?
Remain Klingon!
Fire!
Do you wish to respond, my lord?
Begin transmission.
Lest anyone doubt
that I can render my own vessels
invisible.
We have suffered losses...
but the Federation has suffered far more.
Leaders, return to Qo'noS.
Declare far and wide
that the Klingon race
fights as a united Empire once again.
Open your hearts to the one
who delivered this great day.
Follow the light.
Follow T'Kuvma.
T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!
T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!
T'Kuvma the Unforgettable!
The Federation ships are hiding...
or scattered in pieces.
They pose no thr*at.
Then the fight is won.
Yes.
And our dead?
They float...
untethered on the b*ttlefield,
soon to be lost.
Task everyone with retrieving them.
I will prepare each of the slain
for entombment...
with my own hands.
A warrior who dies in his sleep...
is no more...
than flesh and bone.
A warrior who perishes
honorably in battle
is blessed.
A hero's demise brings pride for a life...
given in defense of our race...
and comfort in the knowledge
that new life awaits in Sto-Vo-Kor.
Join your vaunted comrades,
brothers and sisters,
for you are not alone
and stand watch
among the Black Fleet forever.
Your life will be remembered forever
by all Klingons.
Your death will be a cause
to unite us all.
Do you hear that?
No, my lord.
The words we said as children
in Kahless' honor.
Whom do we seek?
Kahless.
How do we find him?
Together.
Give us light to see.
Forever.
Will he hide from us always?
Never.