He looked up; it was the Klingon guard, feet widespread, arms akimbo.

Moving slowly through the crowd, he took a closer look at the Klingon guards.

She watched the Klingon guards drag the dead bodies from the combat ground.

The landing deck was busy with Klingon guards and militia.

The Klingon guards snapped to attention, watching the bizarre scene.

She reached out, grabbed the dead Klingon guard, and pulled him into the nook beside her.

None of them hit their intended mark, a fact which, at least for the moment, seemed not to impress itself upon the Klingon guards.

What he did see was two other prisoners stooping over the bodies of Klingon guards.

The door had a small barred opening through which he could see two Klingon guards pacing outside.

He was still fed regularly, his meals brought now by different Klingon guards, but she had not returned.