Klingon
Mission Report 2
By K.A.Dunn
aka K'Ratalra sutai
Reshtarc
email keith@kazza.eurobell.co.uk
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"I grow bored with patrol. I miss the sound of battle and
the smell of blood in my nostrils."
The mess hall was in the chaos that was shift change aboard the I.K.V
Hegh qaD. The command crew of I.K.V ghop ta' voDelh were grouped
around their Captain listing to his tales of blood, honour and
occasional whoa. 1st officer Dorff leaned foreword "Don't
trouble your self my lord we will be given a new assignment soon"
K'Rontep glared at Dorff and muttered something. At this point
his communicator rasped. K'Rontep slapped his upper arm. "nuqneH"
"Your wanted by the General"
K'Rontep made a fist in the air "At last. . . station we
leave after the meeting"
LT CMDR K'RATALRA TACTICAL COMBAT LOG OF THE I.K.V.ghop ta'
voDleh
124TH DAY IN THE YEAR OF KAHLESS 1000
"Tactical what combat miracles are you going to revile to us
this time" K'Ronteps voice boomed joyfully. K'Ratalra
slapped down the Padd "No .Not this time, no miracles, no
tricks. A small surgical strike team. Two possible three people.
It's doubtful they will survive ".
He passed the Padd to Krontep "We will implant nanites in to
Varg El's body. Over a period of 24 standard hours they will
ensemble a transmitter in his blood stream that will signal the
ship for approximately 20 hours during that time you can beam him
up. I have already consulted with science, engineering and
medical about the violability of this plan".
He nodded to the relevant people around the table "I have
already made contact with Imperial Intelligence about Varg El
movements and have requested equipment with the necessary
modification that we will need. I also intend to be among the
party that implants the nanites". As K'Ratalra finished he
was looking the captain stare in the eye.
"Tell Me, " boomed K'Rontep "Sometimes you seam to
think like a Cardassian, there is no taint to your bloodline is
there?"
K'Ratalra's hand rested lightly on his combat blade "My
first commanding officer was a Human fission named Krass. He
torte me everything he know"
K'Rontep snorted relaxing the atmosphere "That would explain
it they are almost just as bad, so converted they would get dizzy
walking in a strait line. Station we leave when Tactical's
supplies are a board . . . Tactical stay awhile."
As the others filed out K'Rontep walked over to the replicater
"Computer 2 goblets of blood wine privet stock" He
passed one to K'Ratalra
"Tactical. . . K'Ratalra you seam determined driven explain"
K'Ratalra stood, took a deep draft of the blood wine to collect
his toughest. "There are many in the Empire that took
Khitimer personally. But house Reshtarc invested heavily both
politically and with men and equipment. The consequences of the
massacre were a disaster's. The house lost face, many of its
members dishonoured. Every member swore vengeance on those
responsible."
TACTICAL LOG OF THE I.K.V. ghop ta' voDleh 124TH DAY OF THE YEAR
OF KAHLESS 1000
A one shot hyper spray has been implanted in a combination of
hands and glove. Reservations have been made in rooms where
Imperial Intelligence can contact us. We are currently on coarse
to Penchun II in a Yeriden stock light freighter modified by the
I.I. My 2 acquaintances on this voyage are Kruop a battle-hardened
warrior of many seasons. A grizzled man with grey, almost white
hairand Lerkshor a woman of firebrand temper.
Our vehicle surged forward with Kruop at the wheel "13 hours
13 Kurst hours those pointy eared freaks kept us there by fek'lers
hoof. . .."
"Hold that anger Kruop. Time will come to release it"
K'Ratalra leaned back and consulted a small costume built
tricorder. He then nodded in satisfaction" Scan revels no
audio/visual bugs but we do have one tracer /locator we are being
followed" He tucked the device away" They have will
compromised the hotel room by now" He turned to Lerkshor
"Is the slow Jammer primed "
2 bodies fell through, arms and legs locked around each other.
The sounds of animal passion reverberated around the room. Belt
and leather straps were loosened then ripped off. The mock combat,
passion almost fight took them to every confer of the room.
They both hesitated and looked down their chests heaving from
there exertions. On Lerkshors belt was a thin tube with 3 glowing
lights on. The slow jammer was fully active. K'Ratalra (visible
trying to control him self) checked the small screen of the
tricorder which now had all the positions of the bugs on them
"Jammer is at Max operating efficiency," Lerkshor
reported
"Did you enjoy that?". Kroup lent in the door way a
lavishes grin plastid on his grizzled features. K'Ratalra took a
deep carmine breath (mainly because Lerkshor was beading over in
front of him to retrieve her discarded garments and was revelling
interesting parts of her partially clothed body) "Search the
room for double I'S optical chips".
It took them 2 minuets to revel the 2 data taped to the under
side of a draw. K'Ratalra plugged one in to the tricorder and
spoke in to it" Code name Phelps "
The screen activated and the mission brief started. "Good
evening Mr Phelps". Kroup gave K'Ratalra a quizzical look
"Coded response!". Replied K'Ratalra.
"The mission you have chosen to accept is the apprehension
of this man" A mans face papered on the screen. He was tall
but stocky looking Romulan with a light scattering of grey on the
temples. "Sub commander Varg El. Details of his were about,
movements are on the other chip, Along with details and planes of
his home, office and replimat/ food hall that he frequents .No
contact between you or your party and any Imperial Intelligence
operatives on planet will be allowed. You are Klingons on a
Romulan world; you are being watched if not by the Talshayar then
by civilian authorities. You are on your own. If you and any of
your team members are captured or killed the Imperial Klingon
Empire will disavow all knowledge. . . This chip will self-destruct
in 5 seconds . . . Qap'la! ! "
K'Retalra removed the chip just as it began to bubble and swell.
He crossed quickly to the replicator and ordered some evil
smelling Rom soup, crumbling the remains of the chip into the
soup and instructed the replicator to clear every thing away.
TACTICAL COMBAT LOG OF THE I.K.V. ghop ta' voDleh SUPPLEMENTAL
Our planes are made and set. The sonic emitters are in position
The doors swung open and an entourage swept in to the replimat.
The Klingon group went in to a form of relaxed activity and
spread out amongst the people in the food hall.
Scuffling seamed to break out two different places spontaneously.
A Glivingar fruit was herald the length or the hall crossing more
scuffles to break out. The harmonies of the sonic began to take
affect and could be felt in the tension in the air. The first
punch was thrown and complete raw chaos ripped across the food
hall. Through the crunching sound of bone and the wet slap of
fist hitting stomachs, 3 figures made a b line strait to one
group of figures. In a display of concentrated naked aggression.
The Klingons and Rom guards met.
The food hall was a mass of pushing struggling figures with only
the occasional figures fighting except for one small corner, were
every example of controlled textbook naked aggression was put in
to practice
TACTICAL COMBAT LOG OF THE I.K.V.ghop ta' volDeh SUPPLEMENTAL
The mission so far has been successful. The nanites have been
implanted. We now have 24 hours for K'Rontep to pick up Varg El.
Now my only problem is how to get my team out of here (despite my
earlier statement that the team were disposable I will not wait
for death in some Rom prison.)
"What are we to be charged with "K'Ratalra inquired???
"Well what've you got, incitement to riot, causing an affray,
public nuisance, grievous bodily harm, violent insurrection,
attempted murder. I, didn't leave any thing out? Throw them in
the cells and forget where you put the entry coder! !
The commandant aimed a kick in K'Ratalra's direction.
K'Ratalra grabbed the foot and twisted, the commandant screamed.
Two guards that were standing out side the cell leaped forward
with electro prods and proceeded to beat K'Ratalra. Kroup and
Lurkshor rushed to his defence. After much scuffling the Romulans
managed to extract themselves from the cell. "We have found
remains of sonic devices. We have also found the remains of some
form of injection device. WHAT IS IT FOR! !"
The commandant tried a new track; his voce became silky "The
Talshair warbird Rakis is on its way here. It is less than 24
hours away. Tell me what I want to know and it will go easier for
you ". He was met with a stony silence. The Commandant
waited a few minutes more then left in disgust.
K'Ratalra turned to lurkshor and Kruop "I think it was time
we were leaving"
Kruop grinned savagely, gripped the upper part of his left arm,
twisted it and then jerked with all his strength. The arm came
away from the shoulder joint with a slight metallic implosion of
air. Inverting the arm he poured out a comm badge, energy packs,
an assortment of probes and a laser scalpel. While K'Ratalra
removed facings off of buckles and badges and gave them to
Lurkshor to combine with her own items and the energy packs. K'Ratalra
grabbed the laser scalpel and crossed to the door. Fortunately it
was 5cm plate that slides down from the ceiling. Quickly he
inscribed a large arch in the plate with the laser. One savage
kick opened the door. Revealing one startled Romulan guard, one
quick slash with the laser dispatched the guard. Relieving him of
his disrupter rifle K'Ratalra took up position in the corridor.
TACTICAL LOG SUPPLEMENTAL
We have broken loose of our confinement and are at the moment
attempting to get out of the security building and off planet.
At that point a smooth hand sized globe bounced down the corridor.
With a yelp of warning K'Ratalra grabbed Lerkshor (who was giving
covering fire) and throw her through the hole. There was a
searing green flash with a force to it that tossed K'Ratalra
through the hole and Kruop down the corridor.
With blood running from a gash in her head Lurkshor fired blind
in to the spreading clouds of smoke and debris. K'Ratalra lurched
up right and pulled Kruop fully into the room. Lavender blood
frothed about his lips and 5cm of a metal spar was sticking out
from between his ribs. K'Ratalra rested him against an inner wall
and then scrabbled about in the debris for his disrupter to
return fire. With a slow grown of pain that ended in a liquid
cough Kruop awoke "Kruop, status" K'Ratalra inquired.
"It appears that my part in this saga is almost over".
"Lurkshor where are we "Shouted K'ratlra!
"In an office near the outer wall".
He tossed her the laz scalpel. She activated it and set to work.
K'Ratalra turned back to Kruop. "It would be best "Kruop
winced with a lopsided grin "If some one stayed behind to
give you covering fire ".
K'Ratalra barked a laugh and passed over a disrupter rifle that
was recently liberated from a guard who didn't need it any more
"Die well." Kruop tried to contain another liquid cough
"I don't intend to die alone"'
"I've reached the outer wall, " Lerkshor shouted back.
K'Ratalra turned to go "Cmdr thank you for giving me the
honour of finishing my life in battle".
From her place by the newly created door in the wall Lurkshor
spoke we shall make shore your tale is told throughout the empire
.I shall sing the tales my self"
K'Ratalra turned back one last time. "QUP'LA!! "
K'Ratalra and Lurkshor left the building.
As they emerged K'Ratalra taped his comm badge "Computer all
specified ground side equipment code word shadow lord effective
immediately ". He turned to Lurkshor "Let's liberate a
vehicle and get to the space port. From inside the building came
the repeated sound of disrupter fire. . .
TACTICAL LOG SUPPLEMENTAL
Via the ships computer we have removed all evidence that could
implicate Imperial intelligence ether through explosive charge
for larger pieces or pockets of nucleic acid for the smaller
pieces. Now the Romulans have nothing to trace.
We have also taken charge of a ground car.
With a roar of strained engines the light freighter rose skyward
and then hesitated as if to orientate it self. It was followed
almost immediately by small arms disrupter fire from various
points around the port. The ship seamed to gather itself and then
shot into the distance under 1/3 impulse.
While this was going on. A weight was placed on the accelerator
and the steering was locked off, the ground car was driven
straight at the barrier. Just as it hit Lurkshor and K'Ratalra
fired disrupter beams into the cars fuel tank. The resulting
explosion caused the field to flux and spark but not collapse.
But it did weaken it enough for the two Klingons to dive through.
They lay on the other side of the barrier; their bodies a mass of
tingles not a part of them didn't ache. They picked them selves
up and at first staggered but as feelings came back ran at full
tilt towards the stationary scout ships.
With a burble all the panels came on line. Closing the hatch K'Ratalra
took the helm position. "This may get a bit bumpy I haven't
taken one of these up to often ".
Lurkshor looked over at him "How often"
"About 8 times on simulation "
"And for real".
"Once ".
With concern creeping in to her voice, "And when was that
".
K'Ratalra checked the readouts "In about 35. 12 seconds.
Hold on to some thing were going up cold". With a growling
roar the scout ship shot sky wards at full impulse.
All the time the Warbird kept taking random pot shots to
discourage them, whit only one or two disrupters. Lerkshor kept a
steady count down of shield strength. "Tractor beam has
locked on". K'Ratalra stared at the instrument panels
seeking inspiration "Is the beam mono or multi polar ".
"The former, mono"
"Lerkshor tie the sensor and warp drive in to the computer.
We need to go to warp as soon as that beam is broken " K'Ratalra
began rapidly tapping the panel in front of him "Computer
stand by to reverse trigger the thrusters and go to full impulse
at my command. Lurkshor give me one full spread of torpedoes
targeted at the tractor housing and then put all power in to
shields at my command".
There came discrete bleeping then Lerkshor nodded that she was
ready "Action".
There was the hideous sound of over stressed electronics plus the
multiple thuds of locking torpedoes as the scout flipped over on
its own axis. "Messagecoming in from the Tal shair Warbird
Rakis". The commander turned to face the centurion and with
a nuance in his voice, "Ho yes and what would the god hood
have to say to us mere mortals ".
"We are ordered to apprehend a scout that blasted its way
out of Pascal II. It's reported heading in this direction. There
is a list of probable co-ordinates".
The commander faced his chair forward again "Calovis input
the first co-ordinates maximum speed".
He gave a noncommittal grunt then leaned over to check the nav
panel. "Were some where near the Briode nebula its neutral
space." Suddenly a whole range of proximity alert signals
went off "we've got a ship coming in "K'Ratalra's head
snapped up "Type and class?"
"Romulan nova class"
"Shields up prime weapons."
"Renegade vessel this is Romulan starship Atradiss you will
power down all shields and weapons and stand by to be boarded
failure to respond will be met with lethal force".
"2/4 impulse fire all weapons"
The battle was destined to be short and one sided. "Shield
are down, Disrupters are off line, 3 torpedoes left, life support
is failing" K'Ratalra came to a decision "Overload the
engines I'm setting a collision course".
With almost a scream lerkshor cried "Bird of pray de-cloaking
its the ghop ta' voDleH".
The mess hall of the ghop ta' voDleH was crowded with people. Two
tables were pushed together. Standing on them was K'Ratalra and
lurkshor. Reciting the great tale of the last battle of Kruop
against the tyrannical Romulans of Pascal II. Their own parts
were played down in favour of full glory going to Kruop as was
all just and right. How Kruop managed to smuggle in a Bat'leth 2
Mek'leths and assorted daggers was glossed over. Any dissenters
was shouted down by the audience (or headbutted into submission
by Lurkshor.) They mimed the battles fighting with bat'leths but
not hitting. They were supplied with food and blood wine from K'Rontep
whenever they had the chance.
" With a savage roar we rushed the crowed of Romulans. Soon
the ground was awash with blood. 20, 30 Romulans died we didn't
think it too many".
THE END
No hands were harmed during the making of this saga
But 3 bodies were vaporised
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