We are a part of this too - Part 5
Posted on 16 Aug 2014 @ 5:51pm by Commodore Da`nal of the House of Varal & Lieutenant Amia Jaxx & Lieutenant Kordah Himars & Lieutenant Caleb Gray & Ensign Z'vonty Flugence
1,371 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission:
M12: For Duty or Honor
Location: Romulan-Klingon Border
Timeline: MD 5
Amia could feel the overwhelming sadness coming from the man who had just spoken. "Someone will come now." She replied picking up on his thought. Amia reached out to comfort him as best as she could, she knew what loss was...not to this extent but she knew.
"I'm sure I can get a stronger signal using this material and your transmitter." She stood up again, "I wish this rock would stop spinning. I'll need help carrying this stuff."
The Bajoran Klingon stood there, listening between Amia and Kiscad. he was concern about the planet killing them, but, relying on his Klingon training and Federation training for survival, would make sure they would at least make it a week. But, he was also concern about the injuries, Amia and the others have taken from the assault, he knew that would be asking his dead father's gods a lot. He didn't need a tricorder to let him, that Amia's wounds wasn't looking good and losing blood fast. Yet, at least with the wrap over the wound, won't have gag green set in. Kiscad's hearing would no doubt become embedded and stay with him for the rest of life, useless he got medical treatment. Flugence and Z’vonty right now seem alright, but, who really knew.
Krodah, smiled to Amia and said "Well, if we did that, Amia, then everything on this rock would fly off. And I doubt anyone off us would want that" he paused as he wondered if there was an sub-space relay beacon in orbit or near the planet "if I recall, not sure, if the Klingons noticed it or not, but, there should be an sub-space beacon near or in orbit. If my theory is correct on standard Klingon military tactics, with this sneak attack and the destroying of the comm array, minus what Kiscad of course, they would have left that intact."
Kiscad tried to no but the pain was still severe, he settled on drooping his head in acknowledgement. "I fear these were not professional warriors, every shot was direct and only what was exactly needed. They were conserving their stocks, trying to make a profit..."
He looked to Kiscad and grinned "Why waste the energy on something that is useless to the dead?"
Kiscad felt a stir of hope for the first time, the Klingon was right, it would still be there most likely. If they could call for help...there were bound to be survivors scattered over the continent. Each camp had been hit in turn, but the raiders didn't stay long enough to hunt everyone down. The planet was barely breathable without a functioning atmospheric field, and the sun was deadly during the day, clouds or no. If they couldn't get help in the next few days it would be moot, but it was also the only reason they hadnt been totally wiped out at once.
Krodah, rubbed his chin as he tried to figure out if the array probe where standard placement of sub-space relay station would be place at. "So if we can get an fix on the array, we can use standard cryptic message to get an signal out. Just to say, if we get attack, then my theory is totally shot, because, I'm going on information gathered decades ago, when I was warrior of the Empire."
"That makes sense," he said, trying to be of more use, "What can I do to help?" Despite the wound in his shoulder, the sore muscles, and his nauseating migraine, he could not stand sitting around helpless.
Kiscad struggled to his feet, "Come with me, we will get the transmitter, and our engineer friend here can call for help. You can help me walk, and we must hurry, every moment brings more death to this place."
He looked to Z'vonty, a few of the other stragglers, "Please find anyone still alive, we must gather. There is nothing we can do for the other camps, but we must survive! Please find them, bring them back here!"
Krodah offer an kind grin as he looked to Kiscad "Don't worry we'll get on that. You and the lovely Amia get cracking on the phone" he head away, knowing that time was being wasted and knowing that with time far more people were going to end up eiher cooked by the local star or their injuries would do them in. The Bajoran/Klingon looked over his left shoulder to Z'vonty "Come on Z man, let's earn that Pizza, Amia is ordering"
"You brought it up first..." Amia said under her breath, she pulled her kit to her and opened it up. "Shall we see what we can get done before they return?" She said to Kiscad and set to work, slowly, since the world was still spinning. ~Focus!~ Amia reprimanded herself as she dropped her tricorder, she needed to get all of them off the blasted rock. Sprocket retrieved the fallen tricorder and she smiled and petted him before she went back to work.
Z'vonty headed off, with Kordah and a few others, in search of any remaining survivors. They walked for countless hours in the blazing hot sun, looking out for just about anything that seemed to still have a drop of life left in them. However, so far, all he saw was bodies. Bodies everywhere - as far as the eye could see, scattered here and there, around buildings, and in big piles. It was a disgusting, as well as, saddening moment. The worst part was being able to walk by the bodies and tell who they were before all this, it was even more worse than the foul stench that secreted from their dead, lifeless corpses.
"You're not going to find much this way," the raspy voice of a disheveled human man in black sitting up high on a pile of rubble that used to be a tower called out to the human and his companion. His face ashen from dust and debris blown at him during the attack. On the plus side, the dirt hid the multitude of cuts and bloodstains covering him. With a groan, Caleb Gray stood up gingerly and descended down toward the two starfleet officers. His foot slipped along the way causing him to fall back and catch a handful of gravel before popping back up and stepping awkwardly to the others. The man began to brush off his long black coat with a bit of annoyance on his face, "You know this was my favorite coat. Effin' Klingons..." He grumbled only to blink when he noticed Kordah, "No offense. Well, maybe half offense in your case... So when is your fancy Starfleet ship going to beam you up? Cause I could really use a ride given well..." The man spread his arms out and turned around as if he were on a stage showing off to an audience.
Kiscad was trying to focus on everything except the fact that his people were all dead. He barely listened through ravaged ears, didn't blink for the tears that welled up and persisted in staying. They had retrieved the transmitter, and had begun this task to save what was left, and for Kiscad that was enough to keep plugging, albeit with dreadful companions in his wake. Wordlessly he exchanged isodyne relays, Latinum plated connector rods, power conversion modules... the transmitter which had barely broken orbit took on a new life with an ugly but functional series of additions with Starfleet components. Kiscad was at the end of his technical ability and sat back to observe the engineer doing her work.
"Just one more tweek...." Amia said through gritted teeth. She pressed the last component in place and the array came to life. "Aha!" She clasped her hands and grinned. "Guys, get back here! It's working!" She called out and pulled out her tricorder, triangulating their coordinates and sent out an encrypted Starfleet distress call.
Kiscad A'Klaree
Ombudsman Tycho Camp
Lt. Amia Jaxx
USS Achilles transfer
Lt. Caleb Gray
Starfleet Intelligence
Lt. Krodah Himars
Former Ass. Chief Sec./Tact officer USS Kylo Tol
Transferring to USS Achilles Status unknown.
Ens. Z'vonty Flugence
Security Officer
Klingon raiding party played by Da`nal
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