Star Trek: ALL - Seven Deadly Sins (27 page)

Krov hadn’t been in his bunk when Malvak had awakened, but Malvak had assumed him to have simply risen early. He did that sometimes.

But then Krov hadn’t been at the morning meal, either. Krov and Malvak had taken most of their meals together since the latter’s arrival at the dilithium mine here in Beta Thoridar’s asteroid belt a turn previous. Malvak had been left to have his
raktajino
and
ramjep
egg soup alone.

Still, Malvak hadn’t been overly concerned. Krov had probably just taken the earlier shuttle to Site
wej,
where they both toiled.

But when Malvak had boarded the later shuttle, then he started to fear that something was wrong. Gahlar wasn’t on the shuttle, either. Which meant that he had also taken the earlier shuttle—there were only two that ferried workers to Site
wej
each morning. The last three days had ended with Gahlar and Krov arguing with each other, and if they had been on the early shuttle together, it didn’t bode well.

Sure enough, Gahlar was already there, leaning against a pillar, chewing on a gamey
klongat
leg, and talking with another worker.

Both Gahlar and his friend were
HemQuch.
At a joke Gahlar told, they both laughed, and then butted their deeply ridged heads together.

Malvak had bridled at that. He was
QuchHa’,
and if two such Klingons performed that action, it would cause permanent damage to their weak, Earther-like foreheads.

Gahlar had seen Malvak watching him and his friend, and sneered. “What are you looking at,
petaQ?
”

“Nobody of consequence,” Malvak said, and then moved on, looking for Krov.

Gahlar tossed the gristle-laden
klongat
leg bone aside, and it hit Malvak in the arm. Malvak turned to glare at him, but said nothing.

“Keep walking,
QuchHa’,
” his friend said, then threw his head back and laughed.

It disgusted Malvak. He was here doing honest work. He earned money so that his mate and daughter on Mempa VII could eat and pay the rent on their meager dwelling. Gahlar and his friend, though,
they
were criminals, who were paid nothing—they were simply working in the mines by way of shortening their sentences.

Yet they looked down at
him.

Soon Malvak found Krov’s body wedged behind a support beam and a cave wall, his dead eyes staring straight ahead. A blade of some sort had ripped open his throat.

Immediately, Malvak pried his friend’s eyes open wider, and screamed to the heavens.

That scream was interrupted by his section chief, Qao. “What in the name of Kahless’s hand are you
doing,
Malvak?”

Standing aside, Malvak revealed the corpse of Krov. “Someone has killed Krov. I was merely warning the Black Fleet—”

“Of what?” Qao asked derisively, staring at Malvak with beady little eyes under deep ridges. “Now I’ve seen everything. A useless mine worker is commending the soul of another useless mine worker to Sto-Vo-Kor, as if he were a Klingon.”

Malvak bridled. The death scream was strictly speaking a ritual of the warrior caste. It was not generally used by lowly laborers.

But Malvak thought that Krov deserved
something.
After all, whatever his appearance, his heart was Klingon. As was Malvak’s.

“I am sure that Gahlar did this,” Malvak said. “He and Krov have been arguing for several days, and—”

Qao chortled. “First a warrior, now an investigator? You do have
many
talents today, Malvak. Get to the landing bay. This area will be sealed for one hour while security deals with it.”

Malvak considered arguing, then realized that there was no point. Qao was hardly going to accept
his
word.

An hour later, Sorkav—the head of security, and also the brother of the mining operation’s supervisor, Kobyk—had gone through the scene and declared the death an accident.

Malvak was aghast. All the workers were filing back out of the landing bay and to their places of work to begin meeting the day’s quota—which would be complicated by the late start and by being one person short, though the latter affected only Qao’s section. Qao was thus likely to be even surlier than usual.

“How does someone ’accidentally’ get his throat cut?” Malvak asked.

The question was rhetorical, but a worker behind him—Nargov, who worked in Malvak’s section—answered. “I heard he was buried under a rockslide.”

“No,” said another, “he tripped and cracked his skull on the wall.”

Another—a
HemQuch
like Gahlar—said, “I would expect no less of a weak-head.”

Whirling around, Malvak said, “I found the body! Krov’s throat was
cut
! That cannot be an accident!”

“Quiet!” yelled Qao from in front of the queue. “Report to your duties in
silence
!”

Malvak did not speak after that, but he was livid. His friend was dead, probably killed by Gahlar, and nothing
would
be done! Once a death in the mines was declared an accident, that was it. There would be no further investigation.

Unlike Malvak, Krov had no family. He’d been born an orphan, and working in the Beta Thoridar mines was a step up from the other jobs he’d had over the years.

So Malvak was truly the only one to mourn his death—and take action.

Perhaps he would not be able to commend Krov’s spirit to Sto-Vo-Kor, but his friend’s death in this life would be avenged.

That night, Malvak took the evening meal in the mess hall as usual. The room, which serviced all three asteroidal mines, was massive, with food pickup all along one wall, and three rows of twenty long tables with benches on either side. Generally, people sat based on which mine they worked: Site
wa’
at the easternmost set of tables, Site
cha’
in the center group, and Malvak and the rest of Site
wej
on the western end. The rear tables, farthest from the food pickup, were generally where the section chiefs, supervisors, and security personnel sat. The higher-ups, of course, had their own dining area.

While Malvak sat alone at the end of one of the tables on the western side, several others in that area, and a few others besides, came by to offer their condolences about Krov.

Nargov, in particular, was angry about how the situation was handled. “Sorkav is a filthy
petaQ.
All he cares about is the ridge-heads and the quotas. None of the rest of us matter.”

“Indeed,” Malvak said. “Thank you.”

Nargov offered his hand, and Malvak clasped it. Several
HemQuch
across the mess hall pointed and laughed at their engaging in a warrior’s handshake, but Malvak appreciated the gesture.

After Nargov went back to his own meal, Malvak finished off his plate of half-dead
gagh
and washed it down with watery bloodwine. His meal concluded, he got up and walked toward the back wall, seeking out the one person who might be able to offer more than verbal support.

While most of the higher-ups were
HemQuch,
there were a few exceptions. One of them, a
QuchHa’
named Torad, also worked at Site
wej,
though he ran a different section. In fact, he was the only
QuchHa’
who worked as a section chief.

“I would speak with you,” Malvak said to Torad. Section chiefs didn’t eat with mere laborers, and
HemQuch
didn’t eat with QuchHa’, so Torad always ate alone at the far end of a table that was as far from the wall as possible while still being considered part of the place where the section chiefs sat. Malvak didn’t pity him, as Torad was well-compensated for his solitude. Section chiefs made more than twice as much as miners.

Torad seemed confused by the declaration at first. “Qao is your section chief, Malvak. If you wish to speak—”

“I have spoken to Qao, but he does not hear my words.”

“And you believe I will?”

“There is only one way to know.”

Fumbling with the faded gray slab of
bok-rat
liver in one hand, Torad gestured to the bench opposite him with the other. “Sit.”

Malvak took the seat offered. “Krov was murdered.”

Chewing his liver, Torad said, “Sorkav ruled it an accident.”

“Sorkav is a fool!”

Torad hissed. “Keep your voice down, you stupid
toDSaH
! Sorkav has ears everywhere.”

The ambient noise in the mess hall at the heart of dinner hour was so loud that Malvak found it unlikely that anyone eavesdropped. Still, he modulated his tone. “Sorkav was mistaken. I was the one who found the body, and his throat was
cut.
How is
that
an accident?”

“You misunderstand me, Malvak. I’m not saying it
was
an accident. I am saying that Sorkav
ruled
it an accident. Sorkav’s word is law in such matters, and none may challenge him.”

Malvak leaned forward to add urgency to his tone. “He did not perform a proper investigation. I found the body, yet he did not once ask me what I found. To Sorkav, it was just another dead
QuchHa’,
and who would miss
that?
”

Torad rolled his eyes. “Don’t be a fool, Malvak. Sorkav has nothing against
QuchHa’.
He was the one who approved my promotion to section chief. All he cares about is maintaining order in the mines.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Malvak laughed derisively. “Look around you, Torad. How many others besides yourself sit in this area of the mess hall?”

“Plenty,” Torad said, pointing at a group of
QuchHa’
sitting together toward the back of the middle set of tables, all wearing the dark jumpsuits of Sorkav’s security detail. “They all were hired by Sorkav.” He chewed on some more liver before continuing. “Look, I agree that there are some here who dislike our kind, but Sorkav is
not
one of them. He’s never treated me any differently than the other section chiefs. If it was anybody else, I’d believe you, but Sorkav? He doesn’t have any agenda beyond keeping things orderly.”

“So you’ve said. But all you have done is convince me that he cares
more about meeting the quotas than the safety of the miners. Either way, Krov’s murder will not be avenged.”

“What does it matter? We are not warriors, Malvak. Krov was not kin to you. Let it go.”

Malvak rose to his feet. “I thought you would understand. But you’re just another section chief, aren’t you, Torad?”

“You’re the one being a fool, Malvak. This idiocy will just get
you
killed!”

Turning his back on Torad, Malvak left the mess hall.

He would have to find his revenge another way.

Qao found Gahlar’s body when he arrived at the mine in the morning.

He muttered,
“ghuy’cha.”
Gahlar’s body was wedged by the same pillar that Krov’s body had been placed against a week earlier, his throat cut in a similar manner. Gahlar hadn’t been in his bunk during Qao’s bed check the previous night, and Qao had duly reported it. Now, it seemed, he had a good reason. Qao had come over on the early shuttle, so Gahlar had to have been there since the previous night.

With reluctance, Qao pulled out his communicator. His section had already been behind on meeting its quota before Krov’s death, and the situation had gotten worse over the past week, since Kobyk had yet to provide a replacement for Krov. Now Qao was down
another
worker, and would lose another hour’s labor while Sorkav investigated.

Sorkav arrived within twenty minutes, during which time Qao herded what few workers from his section were present into the landing bay for the second time in a week.

Qao happened to know that Sorkav wore special boots that made him appear taller than he actually was, and Qao took considerable satisfaction from the fact that despite Sorkav’s boots, Qao was half a head taller than the security chief.

Sorkav arrived at the scene with three guards, like him dressed in all black, and all with painstiks and hand-scanners on their belts.

“Another death in your section, Qao?” Sorkav asked with a derisive snort as his lackeys started scanning the scene. “Perhaps the supervision of this section requires revisiting.”

Qao looked down at Sorkav. “My concern is with getting my
workers to provide dilithium. Incidents like this fall into
your
purview, Sorkav.”

“You’re hardly achieving great things on that front, are you, Section Chief?”

To that, Qao had no response, so he simply said, “How long will this investigation take?”

“While I appreciate your desire to try to bring your returns up, Qao, I’m afraid it will not be that simple. A death in your section is one thing, but a second exactly like it? Obviously there is more going on here than I previously believed.”

Qao snarled. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sorkav.”

Sorkav snapped, his mock-pleasant tone replaced with fury. “Do not take that tone with
me,
Section Chief!”

However, Qao was unfazed. “I merely am pointing out,
sir,
that this death is likely to be retaliation for the previous one.”

“Explain.”

“One of my miners believed Gahlar to be responsible for Krov’s death—despite the fact that you ruled it an accident.”