Klingon
Mission Report 4
By K.A.Dunn
aka K'Ratalra sutai
Reshtarc
email keith@kazza.eurobell.co.uk
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"This bridge is too small I keep hitting my head. My chair
squeaks when it moves."
K'Rontep slumped in the command chair, His chin resting on his
fist mumbling to himself.
He had just finished touring his new command and although it had
many improvements and innovations they still weren't good enough.
He squeaked his chair around to face K'Ratalra "Tactical
status."
K'Ratalra looked down at the readout display, "instruments
show green across the board, cloaking device is ready in all
modes of flight. Targeting drones are prepared and weapons
systems are primed."
"Helm set a course to the first test zone. Proceed when
ready."
"OFFICER STATUS!!" K'Rontep roared as they hit the
bridge running.
Dorff, standing by the command chair, turned to face him, "We
are cloaked, priority message from command: 'councillor Korgh has
been abducted'. It is assumed that he was taken against his will.
The assault team that snatched the councillor has rendezvoused
with the imperial class star destroyer grey dagger. We are
currently at maximum cruising speed to the designated co-ordinates.
Our orders are to liberate or terminate councillor Korgh."
K'Rontep turned to K'Ratalra, "Tactical report."
"So far three ships have acknowledged and are in range to
respond, a vor'cha and two K'Tingar's. Combined they may just
have the fire power to bring down the star destroyer."
ENR OF PART 1
Captain Layland rose from the illuminated dais as the giant
holographic head of the emperor faded from view. He strolled from
the raised holographic chamber back to the main bridge.
The commander walked up to him, "The scope reports negative
on any form of pursuit. Detention reports that the prisoner is
being some what uncooperative but they foresee no problems."
"Prisoner? Guest, surely?"
"Guest then."
This came from a man who had just entered the bridge. He was
dressed in what was a business suit in many cultures; he had a
confident, smug smile on his face.
"Councillor Korgh is here as a guest at his Imperial
majesties pleasure."
Looking around the bridge he off-handily addressed the captain
"Has there been any response yet?"
At a sign from the captain the commander responded, "The
assault team engaged a number of system defence craft but since
then nothing."
"That's disappointing!" He paused as if listening to
some thing "Though I think we should see a few developments
soon".
"We will defeat them," the commander bragged.
"Yes I'm sure you will. Because this mission is very
important to your Emperor and my associates. You will keep me
appraised of the situation won't you."?
And with that he turned and walked over to the massive viewing
windows that looked out in to deep space.
"Civilian advisers. I hate civilian advisers". The
captain spat through clenched teeth "But that one's worse
than most"
"Why is that sir?".
"When I talk to him I can't help but think there's some one
looking over my shoulder ".
His voice dropped to a thoughtful murmur "And then there's
the whispering when he's around",
"Sorry sir?"
At that point a Lt walked up and spoke in a subdued tone, "Scope
reports that four enemy vessels have just entered range".
"Battle alert, Prime the turbo batters We are preparing to
intercept."
PART TWO
"Comm have the Vor'cha cut across the x-axis to draw their
fire, the two K'tingas are to target shield projectors on the
bridge tower, Helm manoeuvre Molar's lament, at my command. . . .Execute."
All the Klingon vessels pealed off to attack the various targets.
Disruptors, Phasers, quantum and photon torpedo's flared wildly
against the star destroyers shields.
K'Ratalra looked up from his instruments, "They have
modified their shields."
"WHAT!!" roared K'Rontep, "All ships, all weapons
target those shield generators".
While the ships scrabbled to obey K'Ronteps orders, K'Ratalra did
a full sensor sweep on the destroyer's shields.
"Reading show that there are secondary and axruilary shield
generators along the length of the star destroyer".
K'Rontep smashed his fists down on his arm rests cracking the
panel, "By the seven sacred hairy balls of Nytelleop, is
there nothing we can do?"
"There are density flux variations near the engine exhaust.
Pinpoint that area. We have activated the grappling tractors and
the shuttle is now attached to the back of the bridge tower.
Personal note
Something is wrong. There have been tactical errors on the part
of the Grey Dagger. They are far enough away from the gravity
well of the planet to use the hyper-drive. Why haven't they
launched T.I.E.'s against us? I suspect a trap, but the form is
unknown. My first C.O. said forewarned is forearmed.
With a squeak a droid ran in to a leather clad spiked boot. It
began to rapidly speed backwards squalling widely. A hand
snatched out and picked it up and turned it over. The four small
wheels in each corner of the small box-like droid spun crazily
with electronic panic.
K'Ratalra regarded it thoughtfully and then crammed it into the
waste disposal chute. The panicked squawking ended with the sound
of grinding metal and delicate circuits. He then slapped his comm
badge, "The area is secured".
Red, orange and gold lights illuminated the corridor as the
assault group coalesced out of nothing, lead by K'Rontep.
"Security squad defence positions. Tactical, the plan of
action?"
"We head for the cells and go for an old fashioned jail
break. For that we need to move around more freely."
The storm trooper patrol marched down the corridor stopping every
few minuets to post guard. Ceiling panels were quietly pulled
back and a group of Klingons dropped on to the remnants of the
squad.
There was a muffled exclamation, and one trouper managed to get
his gun free. The shot was forced up in to the ceiling. The
troupers weren't expecting or used to unarmed combat. Fists
slapped helmets. Armed hands were blocked and twisted, producing
grizzled popping sounds, helmets were grabbed and wrenched with
the sound of cracking bones. Naked aggression channelled in to
textbook violence
end of part two
Tactical log
supplemental
Var'Tass returned with the security detachment and five sets of
storm trooper armour. This is enough for the security to disguise
them selves (with various amounts of credibility) and for me and
the captain to act as prisoners. K'Rontep as usual protested that
there was more direct methods. But was 'talked' round by the
prospect of the fight once we got inside the cellblock.
Val'Tara has patched her Tricorder in to the computer network and
has located where councillor Korgh's cell is and a map leading us
there.
art three
The two Klingon's were marched through the corridors hand on
their heads (the despondent look on K'Ronteps face was not all
fake). They were surrounded by storm troops one carried a large
tool bag /satchel. They drew the occasional curious looks from
other naval personnel. There was however a few worrying moments
when they had to pause for a turbo lift
After they filled inside Klovis leaned across to Var'tass "Where
did you get this armour."
"Why?"
"I don't know what he's been eating but this helmet stinks".
Before she could reply the lift doors opened to the detention
area and they had to file out.
He was dressed in imperial navy grey with the standard superior
sneer on his face, "Where are you taking these things?"
"Prisoner transfer from cell T.H.X.1138", replied
Klovis even though the guard had addressed Var'tass.
The guard glared at Klovis "I wasn't notified? I'll have to
check. . .Wait a minute there isn't such a cell!"
At that point K'Rontep's knife thudded in to his neck. All hell
broke loose as the security team took down the remaining guard
and monitors. "Science, check the data base find out which
cell Korgh is in, Tactical with me".
Val'Tara ripped off her helmet and started scanning the interface
"I've got it! 23/arc".
Pausing only to pick up a Bat'lelh's from the tool bag K'Rontep
and K'Ratalra ran down the appropriate corridor.
The door snapped open revealing a frozen tabloid of prison guard's,
torturer and Korgh. Korgh was strapped to a vertical table that
was leaning over another table. Which was full of spikes and
protuberances. Sparks leaped across the surface of this table.
Each time this happened Korgh flinched and stifled a scream.
"SCUM! ! Dung beetles! You shall die for this!"
The moment was shattered. K'Rontep and K'Ratalra leaped in to the
cell. The cries and clashes of metal continued for a few moments
and then K'Rontep help Korgh down while K'Ratalra watched
intently for any untoward moves. "Signal the shuttle, we
have who we came for. Its time to leave".
"No not yet" replied K'Rontep "The rest are making
there way down to the hanger deck. We have jammed the turbo lift
in place, burned through the floor and are using grav-chutes to
descend through the infrastructure."
A small object bounced into the hectic hanger deck. It flared
orange then gleamed white and expanded with a rumble of an
explosion. K'rontep, K'Ratalra and the rest of the security team
rushed in firing disrupters at anything that moved.
Somewhere some one hit the alarm. As more Storm trooper's poured
in to the hanger deck the Klingon's fought their way to a Lambda
class shuttle, by using disrupters, sharp edged steel and
professional violence.
K'Ratalra took the helm position with Lerkshore in the co-pilot's
position "Almost like old times", she said with a
savage grin.
K'Rontep took the rear guns his voice booming with joy's laughter
every time he hit someone.
"Shields up brace yourselves. Lerkshore fire forward weapons
to disrupt internal shields around the hanger entrance".
The three winged shape shot out of the hanger bay followed by the
blossoming flames of an explosion. The ship looped round then ran
along the hull of the star destroyer.
"Lerkshore see if you can pull the co-ordinates of Portadia".
The shuttle sped along the hull of the star destroyer evading the
turbo-lasers and staying inside its shields, Protected from the
destructive energies of hyperspace. While the assault shuttle
detached from the bridge tower and looped back to meet them.
There was a brief flare of blue white light from the underside of
the assault shuttle as it activated the grappling tractor and
locked on to the tri-wing shape of the Lambda class shuttle. The
combined ships keeled over in an almost paint scraping somersault
and headed towards the engine section. Close to the engine
section the two ships hovered then detached while the assault
shuttle proceeded alone.
The shuttle hit the area of space covered by the star destroyers
shields, Which reacted with the shuttles own shields sending out
waves of multi-coloured light in to the blackness of space. The
Lambda fired all weapons at the shuttle. Its shields overloaded
and the shuttle exploded causing the Grey Daggers shields to
glare a green/yellow revealing a shrinking hole in them, as the
shields were reinforced. The Lambda soared through the hole and
off in to hyperspace.
end of part three
Tactical log
Supplemental
All personal were beamed off the Assault shuttle and that was
detonated to disrupt the Grey Daggers shields, allowing us to
escape. The rest of the journey to the Portadia system was
uneventful. There we sent out a signal to the I.K.V. ghop ta'voDleh.
Personal log
My concerns over this mission grow. Why wasn't the detention cell
monitored or alarmed. Why didn't they react until we hit the
hanger deck? It's my opinion that this whole thing was staged for
us to get Korgh back. At the moment I can't call Korgh out (even
if I'm right )with out serious repercussions for every one abroad
ship. I need hard evidence, I have made my thoughts known to the
captain. Both he and I will send all ower log entries to command.
Part four
The door to the sparklingly clean and bright medi- bay slid open.
Two Klingons strolled in looking uncomfortable and out of place
in the starfleet standard bay. K'Ratalra looked up at the ceiling
"Computer activate the E.M.H.".
The air simmered as if from a heat haze and a rather small bald
human stood there in starfleet black and grey. "Please state
the nature of the medical emergence. . . Klingons !"
"Check your mission files!".
"Ahr... this should prove to be an intellectually
stimulating existence".
The irony in the voice was lost on the Klingons .
"You will perform a full medical on councillor Korgh. Make
sure that all your findings correspond to those on record".
The Doctor turned to the councillor and indicated the bed, "If
you could just get up on to the bio-bed".
"I don't take orders from Federation Light bulbs".
"I must insist," K'ratalra replied with a gesture that
ended with his hand on his disrupter
"I can tell you he is not a changeling".
The Doctor finished giving his report. Looking expectantly from K'Rontep
to K'Ratalra. K'Rontep looked up at K'Ratalra "What did he
say?" he looked across at the Doctor "What did you say
?".
"He said" replied K'Ratalra leaning back against the
wall and folding his arms " that he had been tortured but
that it is councillor Korgh"
K'Rontep leaned forward and operated a control on the desk "Helm
how long before we reach starbase Olympus".
"Two hours"
K'Rontep considered "I will notify internal security and
command".
"Erm... have you finished with me ?".
"YES! ! !"
K'Rontep glared as the Doctor faded from site then up at K'Ratalra
"Do we have holo-emiters all over this ship?".
"Yes!".
" 'Sigh' I miss my old ship".
EPILOG
About two weeks later. . .
Councillor Korgh walked in to his chambers. He had just finished
the last debriefings. The Romulan message pod was waiting for him
on his desk. It was a family heirloom, clamed at the battle of
Clamlarn. It was covered in fine scroll work. Centuries old when
his grandfather clamed it, it was more a work of art than a
functioning item. He picked it up and opened it. The artisan had
modified it so that it could be opened from the inside. The
artisan was a loose end that would have to be terminated. Shame,
he did good work.
He opened his tunic to revel his naked chest, slowly fading into
view like a shadow out of darkness were two blue /grey / dead
looking lumps of flesh. One on his chest another attached to his
left shoulder and neck. The signal red /yellow eye in each lump
flicked open at the same time. The thing on his chest detached
long filament like legs that looked too weak to hold its weight
and scuttled over to the message pod which snapped shut
containing it.
The voice of the second one echoed in his head "You will
present this message pod to Gowron as an example of your loyalty
and honour".
Korgh forced words out through gritted teeth, "What are you?.
Why are you doing this?".
"The Imperial Emperor Palpatain wants your race destroyed".
"I will not allow that!"
"I know. I am a servant of the Drakhh. Their masters, the
beings you call the shadows, see a resource in the Klingon race.
It is our honour to procure that resource for them. You have done
well the next seven standard hours are yours. you will however be
monitored, any attempted at self termination will be blocked."
Korgh collapsed on his bunk. His mind a whirl. It will not end
this way, he will overcome this demon. He will not let this
happen to his empire. . .
THE END ?
Given that war is hell, lots of people were hurt, maimed and even
killed (especially by K'Rontep)during the making of this story.
But as it's only a piece of fiction the only real casualties were
my bruised synapses.
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