For Duty...Part 1

Posted on 25 Oct 2014 @ 10:12pm by Commodore Da`nal of the House of Varal & Lieutenant Robert Williams & Ensign Jessica Logan (PNPC) & Gunnery Sergeant Jason Frey & Lieutenant Kordah Himars & Lieutenant JG Kassi Denterius & Lieutenant JG Giada Lindert & Civilian Capim Jothy & Lieutenant JG Alana Tambor

1,479 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: M12: For Duty or Honor
Timeline: MD 6 - 0618

[IKV Hed'not]

Toran hand entered the bridge of his flagship and took his seat. His blood pounded in his ears and he anticipated the coming battle and the glory that would soon be his. He would forever be remembered as the warrior that pulled his people from complacency and returned them to the ways of glory.

He was returned to reality by one of the bridge officers. "My Lord! A Federation ship has entered into sensor range. It is on an intercept course."

His self-glorifying visions were replaced by rage. "ON SCREEN!...and ready all weapons!"

[USS Achilles]

Kordah stood next to Kassi, his hands clasped behind him as he observed Kassi as she worked on his set of controls. When the sensor on the port side blinked. The Bajoran Klingon, touched the screen to bring up the information of the sensors reading. He's face was unmoved at the sight of an battle cruiser there, but, he also wanted to make sure, the sensor was in working order too, before he gave his report.

"Kassi. Is the port sensor operational" Kordah asked quickly

"Aye, Sir." Kassi replied as she kept her focus on the scans and everything that was going on. Her nerves riled, though she knew she had to keep on the ready, especially right now.

With an nod of his head, Kordah, turned to look to Admiral. He stopped himself from calling the Admiral 'My Lord' do to his past Klingon training, but, stated quickly "Sire, Klingon Battle Cruiser detect, port side. Bearing 329 mark 322"

Da`nal nodded at the announcement. They were out numbered but they had a job to do. The ship was already at Red Alert but he tapped a control panel on his chair and the shrill whistle of the ship wide hail sounded. "All hands to battle stations!"

At her post on the bridge, Giada had been reading up on various strategies for combat against the Klingons. Most of them were from the lead up to the Dominion War, but also included reports from Captain Kirk. From her understanding of Starfleet history, the man was a legend and had multiple run ins with the Klingons. She also studied their tactics from the periods Starfleet teamed up with the Empire to defeat a common enemy.

As the familiar design of a Klingon ship appeared on the view screen, Giada wondered if she really was about to fire the opening salvo in a new conflict with the Klingon Empire.

[Poisoned Arrow Lounge]

Capim and Arran were at full capacity and then some in the lounge. The performers had been going for hours and the reputation had spread. With standing room only there was no other option to serve but bottle service from the bar. Arran had taken to saving time by delivering the drink and dissolving back to Capim rather than walking. It saved the trip fighting the crowds back, and minimized the chances of Arran lashing out. He had been cranky since the attack in the Cargo Bay.

The dancers were in full swing and it was mid-peak on the score when suddenly the stage and the venue dissolved to their truest and Vanilla state. The patrons and talent alike spent a split second of confusion before the Red Alert sounded, and Battle Stations was sounded. It took all day to get this many people in here but less than thirty seconds for it to empty. The two servers and half the talent that hadn't bolted for the door, plumage and all were left with a mess to clean.

Wallace had wrapped things up in sickbay after they had picked up those survivors. He was sitting there enjoying the show. Surprising to have one on a ship like the Achilles. But the crowd had cleared and he poured himself a final shot. Standing, he downed the shot of synthetic and made his way to his battle stations post...the sickbay in the lower engineering hull in case the ship was separated.

Alana let herself go into the dance routine, she wore next to nothing but the sexuality wasn't flaunted or intended for prurient desire... she loved to feel desired. She loved the feeling of being beautiful and having her talents and form praised. The Vians had been fair subjugaters, but all slaves feel their collar, and were never allowed to be so free. Now she celebrated her freedom in the delicate twirl of the dress as it lifted up on her, tight with the short flight she had taken. The split second of weightless and gossamer perfection in the moment was her bliss. She landed to see half the crowd already exiting, the other half on their way to the door. It didn't upset her, duty was clear. Red Alert, it was no longer time for dancing.


[IRW DHELAN - lurking]

The relationship between Da'nal and Isha had never been an easy one, but that was behind her.

She understood his aggressive foray, but could not entirely back it, Even so she had commanded the Dhelan to follow his path and wait for orders.


[USS Achilles]

The ship was at full battle readiness. SSgt Frey had taken up a position behind and to the left of the command chair and four other Marines had taken posts at on either side of the two entrances to the bridge as well as one at the entrance to the ready room. The survivors from the refugee camp had all been given assignments and now they faced the group of ships that he had been warned about.

Operations was an bustle with activity. Sensor reading were pouring in from around the ship.. Which the the Bajoran Klingon gave up to date statements of Klingon ships appearing, let alone, working his knowledge on possible tactics of offensive and defensive maneuvers for the Achilles, either in as an whole and divided by three. He also, ran scan of each ship class and pass them off to Kassi to look up.

"Kassi." Himars stated in an whisper for her to hear "Look through the computer data base to find any info on those type of class for anything we can use against them"

If it wasn't doing the delicate work of fixing things, or breaking things at times. Kassi was good at computer work, especially research. After all both tasks allowed her to be nosy when it came to things. A nod and soft "Aye Sir" had been given to Kordah as fingers moved with fluid ease over the console to bring up the needed information. Double checking it at times to make sure of herself before she'd pass on the information to her Chief, only to continue. After all, now wasn't the time to be wrong about things, lives were on the line.

Kordah, was reviewing information, that was pouring into ship's sensors. Several factor was known, yet, several more weren't. One of which, was cloaked vessels. He observed the display and all the ship's that were seen, yet, it felt out of place. The Bajoran Klingon, knew that tactics were key here. He looked at the screen again and noticed that Intel and Kassi's information gathering skills were on the bounce, and he in turn transferred the data to tactical.

"Sire?" stated to the Admiral

"What is it?"

"I've got a pattern here and it looks oddly familiar here" Kordah stated

Da`nal nodded as he to had seen this before, "Go on."

"Well, the spread of the ships reminds me of the civil war tales of when my family used their ships like this, which also hide smaller ships that are ready to pounce on an moment noticed" he stated as he transfer an tactical map of the ship and the other ship to the Admiral's arm rest screen.

"Unless, we have an way to detect cloak ships..." he paused and chuckled when he came up with an idea to detect the cloak ships "...sire, are we carrying an sorted of metallic type gas on board? I think it's called chaff, which was used a lot on aircraft, when they need to bug out after they deploy their bombs, but, in this case, if we flood the area with the metallic gas, in theory the cloak ship would form a void in that area?" Krodah stated

Shaking his head. "No. A smaller craft like fighters or boarding craft can move to avoid particulates. A tachyon pulse would move faster and make would be unavoidable..."

Ensign Logan turned from one of the auxiliary stations she had taken once Lt. Kordah had relieved her. "Pardon me Admiral but I have been tracking what we believe was the trail left by the ship that attacked the camp. It ends up ahead sir, in that formation."

That gave him at least a place to start. "Good work...Hail them."


TBC

 

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