The Klingon Commander had patiently listened to all the excuses of why and how the freighter had escaped and eluded them. He had pulled off of his assigned patrol sector, cut across a section of Federation controlled space; which put him and the Empire in violation of the treaty, only to find that his prize was no where to be found. He had heard enough. Standing upon the flight deck of the small vessel, he surveyed what his anger had brought upon them. At one time, they had served him well, and had been rewarded in kind. But there was also another side to that; The price of failure. He slipped the dagger back into the sheath and pulled the communicator from his belt. "Shoueee' chew." He uttered gutturally into the device. Within mere seconds, he vanished as the transporter cycle whisked him back to his ship.