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Sockfoot was born in the Earth year 2225, to a family of Targ farmers in the
asteland provinces on the northern continent of the Klingon homeworld. Sockfoot
was a hardly young warrior, however his foolhardy teasing of the family’s Targs with
Oreos almost resulted in fatal injuries when he was 7. If only his mother had told
him that chocolate is good for Targs. Sent to the capital to receive schooling in
the ways of the warrior, Sockfoot grew up with a young Dogmatix, who invented
all sorts of cruel tortures for the young Sockfoot to endure. Noticed later by General Kor,
Sockfoot was given his own command in the earth year 2262, if only because the General
wanted to get rid of the proven cowards and criminals he had crewed the young Klingon’s
first command with.
More recently Sockfoot was led on a grand tour of the races after being drugged
by the Klingon Chancellor because Kor just wanted a good laugh and the
opportunity to sing karoke in peace. The Chancellor fitted the Romulan holographic
displacement device taken from Captain Janus to the belt of the hapless Sockfoot
who as a side effect of the drugs was led to believe he was he fact, a member of
the race he was currently appearing to be. However J’inn, the mischief maker of
the Mirak, intervened and the chain of events that followed covered an ISC
Pacification plot and several diplomatic incidents culminating the successful
breaching of the Klingon defense perimeter by the Mirak 5th Fleet. For some reason
the fleet turned around and headed back to Mirak space after several hours
orbiting the Klingon homeworld. Sockfoot’s wife, Mrs. Sockfoot, also arranged a
marriage for J’inn. However the wily Mirak managed to escape his fate. But that is
another story.
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Sockfoot may have recently lost his memory but he can still fight
like a warrior, if only because he is afraid of Captain Dogamatix and his pain stick groin
torture... (ouch) Sockfoot’s own patented stealing spare parts maneover will have
your chief engineer shrieking in rage. So watch out!
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