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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2016 15:30:49 GMT
Her once pristine uniform was now covered in dirt, dust and blood from at least three different humanoid species, along with the deep gash on her cheek now slowly dripping green blood she looked like she had walked through a supernova.
While Kreiala may have started out once a long time ago as a simple scientist, it was now widely known she was a ruthless and effective hand to hand combatant, natural Romulan strength along with decades of practice had left her a particularly effective if unpredictable weapon.
Her own personal blade having broken she had picked up a Klingon one that proudly displayed a family logo of some minor Klingon house who's ancestors were probably weeping in Stov'okor seeing it now used to put down members of their house, that particular thought pleased Kreiala more than anything.
As she moved closer to a building she saw someone disarm a group of both Humans and Klingons, she immediately knew it must be the traitor and his 'friends'. He didn't seem to need help defending himself but Kreiala moved to where Savin was anyway.
Before she spoke to Savin and indeed before he had a chance to speak to her she grabbed Tetri by the neck and pushing him against the wall lifted him up. Her eyes locked onto him both cold as ice and hot as fire at the same time. “What have we here, you were about to beam up to a cloaked vessel weren't you, you have a single chance, tell me where it is?”
One of the Klingons Savin had wounded shouted something in the disgusting noise the Klingons called language and Kreiala rolled her eyes, with her free hand she dropped the knife and pulled a disruptor from her belt. Pointing it down to her left where the Klingon lay she didn't look away from Tetri but said. “I'm speaking here don't be rude.” She fired the weapon and the Klingon went silent, she looked down at the weapon and shook her head. “Oh lucky him it was on stun.” she used her thumb to increase the setting then pushed it into Tetri's chest. “Now it isn't, speak.”
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Post by Gheskori on Mar 14, 2016 17:48:17 GMT
"It's a ritual to the death admiral...an ancient Vulcan ritual that the Romulan people still remember and acknowledge. It's called the Toriatal. During this challenge, both parties are bound by a cease fire while the combatants fight."
The first question on Ghes's lips should've been whether or not Tedak would be willing to go through with it, or rather, he thought, whether I'm comfortable with him going through with it. In short, he wasn't - earlier before they'd reached the system he'd grandiosely threatened Tedak with execution - as a means of disabling the Romulan scout that'd been brought aboard - though the coldness of purpose he'd felt then was not present now. If Tedak lost...
Now filled with hope at the prospect of a cease fire, he instead said, "Will the Klingons recognise the ritual, the truce?"
"Any opportunity to display their honour, valour et cetera, Admiral," the duty tactical officer responded.
Ghes had the matter arranged with Netqla within the hour, who, much to his surprise, put forward his first officer for the fight in his stead. Perhaps the Klingon - and as Ghes found out shortly afterwards he was correct - saw the best chance of creating a new peace and having it preserved if he lived, than if did his first officer, who Ghes had already seen was... impetuous to a fault.
"Cease fire is now, once again, in effect, Admiral..." Netqla intoned on his bridge, the first officer grinning toothily beside him. Netqla then turned to his XO, bid him beam aboard the Enzio. "A holodeck, Admiral. Sparring room, weapons of each participant's choosing upon the walls, up to three; no disruptors or phasers."
Ghes acknowledged and turned to Tedak, "If you feel ready." He gestured to the turbolift and both boarded it along with a security team that joined them a couple decks below. The Klingon first officer and Netqla were beamed aboard and met them en route to the holodeck. Making entry, Ghes pointed out to Tedak the three hooks each on two of the walls, "I suppose that's where your weapons will be placed. Well, I guess I'll leave you to it," he coughed then leant close, whispering, "And if it should go awry, you might want to think about using this," he pressed a needle-like device into the Romulan's hand, a fast-acting poison he explained that would simulate death in the opponent at the lightest jab. He tried to convince Tedak to put it up his sleeve, then stepped back with Netqla while the two opponents turned to face one another.
~ Combatants, choose your three weapons ~ the computer stated softly.
Ghes soon found himself called away.
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Tetri eyed the Romulan Commander with disgust, trying his best to conceal his pain at the weapon jammed into his ribs, "You won't escape from this planet, nor the reach of the Klingon Empire..."
His watching of the Romulan and her young accomplice, who he soon realised was Vulcan, was distracted by the columns of Federation transporters operating in the background. The Starfleet Admiral he recognised from profile holographs was approaching, with two security. "Commander Vyaln," Ghes said, "My men here have him. I must speak with you. It regards your ship."
The cease-fire now in effect, the Klingons away to the side while the Romulans were back towards the city section, there was no immediate threat and the stand-off with Tetri had been partially broken. Ghes knew about Tetri's cloaked ship in orbit however having been commed by one of the marines. "Your first officer contacted me... Your vessel is struggling with power failures," he told Vyaln.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Mar 28, 2016 14:04:03 GMT
Tiana reached her chosen cover throwing herself into dive roll and then coming up to her knees. She was surrounded by the cloud of dust she had kicked up. She took a slow breath, fighting not to start coughing. A moment or two later the dust had settled enough for her to suck in much needed oxygen. She was going to have to put some more exercise time in, she really shouldn't be this out of breath this quickly.
She leaned closer to the the wall and peered over it trying to spot anyone still attempting to kill her. There were three bodies in the middle of the area but at the moment she couldn't see anyone else. Two of the bodies were Klingon and one was Starfleet. She thought she had seen one of the Klingons stunned early and the other was bleeding heavily, purplish fluid staining the sand. It appeared that Klingon had stabbed the Starfleet PO before going down himself. She wondered if any of them were still alive. She knew she didn't really have time to start wondering but she couldn't help herself. Everything seemed quiet, the only sound that was reaching her ears was her own, still ragged breathing, that wasn't right. Something had to be happening. Tiana took a deep breath and stuck her head further out of cover.
She jerked backwards as she heard a disruptor whine. She wasn't sure who was shooting but at least it clarified matters. She returned fire.
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Post by Gheskori on Mar 30, 2016 12:38:16 GMT
Leaving Vyaln to ponder over the possible state of her ship - while maintaining contact with orbit to ascertain that Kreiala's vessel wasn't already succumbing; thankfully not - Ghes meandered, almost staggered towards the now-quietened field of battle - the outjuttings of rock and boulders strewn at their feet framing the pallid atmosphere between those arching pillars and fallen masonry; Klingons everywhere lying dead or badly wounded, and, as Ghes found upon rounding a corner, Tiana Galwyn Cet, crouched behind a boulder. "Tiana," he lifted her to her feet, "It's alright," he glanced around at the battlezone - the smoke from both the discharged disruptors and the still dissipating fumes on the air that'd resulted from the insurgents led by Tetri's attack in the near vicinity. Human and Romulans mourned over just deceased bodies, the desecrated of this horrific catastrophe, this crime not just against the Federation, Romulan and Klingon shared law of respect for one another's borders, but against life itself - more real than real, photorealistically real, Ghes thought, for there was no greater shock to a way of life than cataclysms of reality, the ultimate special effect. "The fighting's over. I've persuaded the Klingon CO to a cease-fire. That Klingon who shot at you was a straggler," he looked at her suddenly, "What, Cet's impulses getting on top of you again?" he smiled and they turned to survey the scene of the conflict, the Klingons - defeated - asking for permission to recover their dead from the area. <Tag Tiana>"As a manner of speaking... it's over," his voice fading as he saw the new plumes of smoke and fire rising from the other side of the settlement. He shot a glance towards the entrance to the building where Savin and Kreiala had apprehended Tetri; who, along with his accomplices were shrugging the shoulders, clearly mystified - Ghes was a good analyser of human body language and countenance... they certainly weren't lying. "We have no idea -" Tetri was flung onto his back by a Romulan soldier, gripping his bleeding nose and rolling on the floor. "Argh! You will pay for this thricefold... We don't know who's carrying out those attacks!" "Attacks, eh?" the Romulan soldier said, kicking Tetri in the ribs, before he eventually allowed him to his feet. Ghes walked towards them, allowing Tiana to recover herself from the fight with the invading Klingons. The Admiral said, "Ok, Daya, Savin, and Tiana once you're able. I want you to explore that explosion the other side of the settlement... Have a security contingent with you; no Romulans." Vyaln cast him a sharp look; he raised his hand before she could retort, "I have a feeling the Commander and her ship will need as many of her people as she can get. <Tag Tiana, Savin, Daya> & <Tag Kreiala>Meanwhile Ghes needed to contact the ship; the cease-fire was meant to hold forever, but if Tedak lost his fight against the Klingon first officer... They may have to prepare colony defences once more. =/\= Duty officer,=/\= he commed the Enzio, =/\= Report to me on status of the duel.=/\= He was routed through, not knowing at what stage the duel was... He called out, =/\= Tedak, I've sent an officer to liaise with you on my behalf. I hope...=/\= He winced as he heard clashing of blades, =/\= ... that the fight's going well, Ambassador! This planet may well depend upon it! =/\= he added rather inadvisably. <Tag Tedak> - I will NPC my liaison watching the duel along with the Klingon Captain - COME ON GUYS AND GALS!
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Apr 12, 2016 19:54:29 GMT
Tiana was quite surprised to find Ghes approaching through the still whirling dust without a care in the world. She guestured at him to get to cover but he didn't. Instead he approached her and pulled her to her feet.
"The fighting's over. I've persuaded the Klingon CO to a cease-fire. That Klingon who shot at you was a straggler," he looked at her suddenly, "What, Cet's impulses getting on top of you again?" he smiled and they turned to survey the scene of the conflict, the Klingons - defeated - asking for permission to recover their dead from the area.
She shook her head. "Not really, neither of us are exactly fond of firefights." She took a deep breath hoping that her CO wasn't going to think she was having a personality conflict anytime anything happened. Well, that, and she also hoped she didn't have another personality conflict...
She followed Ghes breathing deeply and putting her phaser away, she was hoping to get her rather accelerated heart rate back to something resembling normal before she had to do anything else. She wasn't surprised when Ghes had more orders for her through.
The Admiral said, "Ok, Daya, Savin, and Tiana once you're able. I want you to explore that explosion the other side of the settlement... Have a security contingent with you; no Romulans." Vyaln cast him a sharp look; he raised his hand before she could retort, "I have a feeling the Commander and her ship will need as many of her people as she can get.
Tiana nodded and pulled out her tricorder. She hadn't noticed an explosion so she called up the Enzio's sensor readings as she tried to make a judgement on what type of explosion had occurred.
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Post by Gheskori on Apr 18, 2016 21:00:21 GMT
Back on the Enzio, Tedak circled his opponent, fingers tight on his blade. As he had challenged, he had also called the choice of weapon, which was a dagger. However while he used his Honour Blade, the only blade he knew how to fight, and fight well with, his Klingon opponent had chosen the d’k’tagh. The Klingon blade was far more dangerous with it’s serrated blade and Tedak had to be careful to stay out of the sharp blade’s range. He hadn’t practiced in quite some time, having followed a more pacifist lifestyle lately where he hoped not to have to fight in any form or fashion beyond words.
As such, he wasn’t as much in shape as he would’ve preferred to be but such was as it was. He jumped back when the Klingon lashed out at him, ducking under the swung arm and pivoting in the hope of striking back. He knew full well this was a duel to the death, and he had no intention of losing. However he had no intention of killing his opponent either….and he was wracking his brains on how to achieve that. He hissed in pain when the Klingon’s blade grazed his arm, leaving a long line of green blood to well up from the cut it left.
The intel advisor that Admiral Gheskori had left aboard the ship watched the duel pensively, arms crossed surveying the two combatants. When the Romulan Ambassador received a blow to the arm and he saw the man temporarily go on the defensive, he took his opportunity to intervene - in as much as Gheskori had allowed him, “To the right, Ambassador! Klingons are weakest on their left from how they slash the d’k’tagh.”
The Klingon commander shoved him in the side, “No interference in this duel between warriors, human! Your Romulan is proving a worthy adversary, an honourable foe to my first officer…”
“So be it. Then, perhaps, Commander,” the intel liaison thought deeply, “You’d allow this duel not to progress to the final letting of blood? I cannot arbitrate on equal terms with you as my CO would be able to, but a bloodless solution would prove equitable for both, all our factions in this difficult matter.”
“We are far past conciliatory gestures now, human. Now, watch.” The Klingon Commander pointed to the arena as his first officer lunged, crying out as he thrusted his dagger towards Tedak’s abdomen.
Parrying away, Tedak did so just a fraction too late and he wondered just how much out of shape he really was, despite his frequent training. Perhaps not enough? He gritted his teeth as he pressed his right hand against the score, feeling warm blood seep through his fingers. Determination set on his face, he wasn’t going to allow himself to lose. A fierce look in his eyes, the Romulan stepped out, ducked under the Klingon’s arm and stabbed him in his side, before ‘dancing’ away again.
“Rest!” the liaison cried out, “As dictated by the ritual of the Toriatal such a measure is allowed. Allow us to attend to wounds,” he looked at the Klingon commander, who looked at his injured first officer before turning round and nodding to the liaison. End of round one…the liaison thought, approaching Tedak, “Do you think you can finish him?” He’d noticed Tedak had perhaps been getting the upper hand. Still pressing his hand to his stomach, Tedak nodded. “He’s getting tired,” he whispered, “but he’s less injured than me. This wound is inhibiting me, I cannot move as freely as before, it really hurts. The score on my arm is minor.”
The last thing he wanted to do was have to call sickbay, something the Klingons would doubtlessly disallow. “Goal then is to tire him enough that you’ll still be able to deliver the… killing blow,” a glance towards the Klingons. Then the Admiral’s gift occurred to him. He leant close, whispering out of the Klingons’ earshot, “Remember the poison needle the Admiral gave you… It will simulate death but not kill the opponent. None of this need end in bloodshed, at least, no more than that which has already been spilt.”
Tedak shook his head. “No that’s cheating. And if the opponent survives then the challenge may be declared void and we’d forfeit any honour we ever had in their eyes. If we had any to begin with.” The Romulan stood, indicating he was ready to continue.
The fight resumed, the liaison now drifting over towards the Klingon contingent and the Commander Netqla, thorn in their side for so long on this assignment, “Commander, I beg you, don’t let it end this way.”
“The ritual was decided upon by your Romulan,” he answered coolly, “It is the chosen method by which we work out our differences, whether we leave this system to his people, or conquer it for the Empire.”
Gheskori had just beamed in with a quartet of security guards. Netqla spun, barking, “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Conquering this planet may be beyond your capabilities, Netqla, regardless of the outcome of this duel.” The blades struck each other once more, ringing metallically.
Ignoring the arrival of the Denobulan admiral, Tedak focused on wearing his opponent out while at the same time trying to avoid further injury. He refused to use the poison needle, thinking it cowardice to do so and dishonourable. “Forfeit, and I will spare your life,” he hissed at the Klingon, desperate for a ‘legal’ means to end the challenge without loss of life.
“Never, Romulan targ!” Netqla’s first officer feinted then upper cut towards the Ambassador’s thorax with his d’k’tagh. While the Romulan had darted clear of the attack, the Klingon first officer rounded his opponent and suddenly had him on both knees, “For it is you who should be begging for your life this day! Not offering clemency…” he raised the dagger above his head, ready to deliver his blow…
Gheskori restrained himself with difficulty, putting a hand on the arm of the security officer whose phaser was rising towards the combatants, “Do that and all our efforts here will have been in vain.”
Netqla however had taken the raising of weapons from the four Starfleet security to be a signal of intent to end the duel, and directed his own weaponless warriors towards Ghes, the intel liaison and the four security. Before Ghes could issue reassuring words as to his standing down his own security three Klingons were diving towards him, they similarly being attempted to be restrained by Netqla - barking orders at the back of his group. Admiral Gheskori was bundled to the floor, the security stepping back before phasering three of the Klingons unconscious.
"Would this break... Would this break the rules of the duel!" Ghes yelped from under a mass of bodies. "Netqla?!" Meanwhile the actual duel, perhaps wholly disconnected, continued.
Ignoring the ruckus around them Tedak had an issue of his own going on. He was seriously injured and he was rapidly losing the prospect of tiring his much younger opponent out. He sprawled as the Klingon’s boot caught him in the side, eyes widening as he saw the Klingon dive towards him. He gasped as the dagger was thrust into his chest, though he smiled. “Fool,” he hissed, while fighting for breath, “didn’t they teach you anatomy in school?” He struggled, desperate to fight back. His struggle barely dislodged his much heavier opponent, but it did uncap the needle Ghes had given him. He felt the sting into his arm as he’d hidden it up his sleeve. His Honour Blade fell from his hand, though he still struggled to dislodge the Klingon.
He felt the weight on his chest but wasn’t sure if it was just his opponent, the pain from the dagger still lodged in his chest, or the lack of ability to breathe. His arm fell back to the floor, his body going limp.
Managing to free himself from the weight of Klingon bodies pressed in around him - those phasered unconscious by his security, the former who'd slumped forwards and buried the Admiral beneath their bodies - Ghes clambered to his feet, avoiding the eyes of Netqla which, he felt, might betray the Klingon's rage as much as his did his own; his warriors had attacked a Starfleet Admiral without real provocation.
Ghes heard a noise, followed by an unsteady hiss and several following clunks of body hitting the floor of the duelling surface; he swung towards the duelling section of the holoprogram to see Tedak slumping down to the deck, the cackling Klingon first officer over him, dagger raised in one arm with green smeared on it and the hand of the other arm clenched in a fist proclaiming his victory. The Denobulan lowered his eyes, "Medics!" he shouted, tapping his commbadge.
A minute later the CMO and four assistants arrived at the site of the probable tragedy, the CMO - beyond Ghes's notice - frowning as he looked at Tedak's prone body and, apparently, the place of the entry wound of the Klingon's dagger… “That’s not a vital organ… there may still be hope,” he murmured to a nurse.
"You're victorious, Netqla," Ghes said solemnly as the Klingon Commander approached, the sickbay staff just departing by site-to-site transport to sickbay. In the background the Klingon first officer, bloodied and grinning, stepped down from the duelling platform and came to stand, bowed with pain that he didn't do well to conceal, behind his Commander Netqla.
Netqla was terse, "We are. And so by the... wager, placed on the Toriatal ritual we have the right to claim this planet for the Klingon Empire. Though, as you rightly say, Admiral, our forces on the surface are no longer in fit condition to fight on our behalf for the world's conquest. Therefore, we respectfully withdraw."
He brusquely nodded and almost smiled at the Denobulan then did an about face, consulting with his first officer who was oozing blood from his mouth and points on his chest, "We’ve won a great victory today, Commander!" he growled excitedly, "A tale to be told, a lay to be sung, worthy of the Halls of Sto'vo'kor!" The guttural sound reverberated round the holodeck.
"Indeed we did, honourable warrior."
"End program," Ghes said quietly, then exited with his security - making sure the Klingons were seen safely off the ship - before heading straight to sickbay.
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Post by Gheskori on Apr 23, 2016 20:11:39 GMT
OOC: After sickbay and back on the bridge
IC: Returned to the command seat Ghes watched the Klingon ship bank away from the planet on the viewscreen, engaging its warp engines spread out either side of it like demon's wings suddenly glowing red, and heading into the supraluminal realm back towards the Klingon border. The colony now rotating well within Romulan space, the Enzio was making preparations for withdrawal, but first of all they had a Romulan vessel to assist, perhaps even to save.
"Has Commander Vyaln returned to her ship?" he asked.
"Unknown, Admiral," after a few seconds, "The Romulan ship continues to struggle with its recent battle damage. Rerouting of power over the last few hours, days perhaps, hasn't stopped their leak in energy from their EPS network."
Mulus Tetri meanwhile, on the planet, had sent a secret message that went beyond his Romulan guards' notice to the cloaked Klingon ship in orbit, the one that Netqla hadn't mentioned, the one that perhaps he didn't even know about... The cloaked ship swung about the planet, armed with its polaron torpedoes and being totally undetectable courtesy of the unique cloaking device stolen from the Romulans, that type which were installed in Scimitar class Warbirds. It targeted a select group of silica deposits on the southern hemisphere.
Ghes received hurried reports of an object like a torpedo having been fired at the planet, source unknown. "Impact," tactical confirmed, "It was a polaron torpedo, sir, like those used by the Breen during the Dominion War."
"But why fire one at a planet?"
The tactical officer shrugged, "Something to do with the composition of the soil? Something that matches in some way the properties of a ship's defensive shielding?"
"The delta silicates perhaps..." Ghes said, then received reports that the southern hemisphere was actually... catching alight, combustion of the topsoil due to the impact of the polaron torpedo spreading out from the source of the impact. "A cloaked ship... The Klingons and Tetri! We couldn't find such a vessel before, why has it appeared now?"
Perhaps the Klingons and Mulus Tetri were intending for the planet not to be of any use once it was fully in enemy hands: scorch the earth of the world if they failed in their attempt to conquer it, make it useless as a resource to the Romulans, or as a haven for a joint human-Romulan population living in peaceful harmony. "The fire has died down," Daya's stand-in at Ops said, "Just short of +11.2 degrees latitude at its highest point. The colony's safe, sir."
"Unless they fire another torpedo at the northern hemisphere." Unbeknownst to Gheskori the cloaked Klingon ship had in fact retreated to the edge of the system. "Get the team off the surface," Ghes said determinedly, anger crossing his features once more. "And hail the Romulan ship, ask if they would like assistance."
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OOC: We've nearly finished this one now everybody, a few more posts and some thoughts from individual perspectives and we'll be good for shore leave. Cheers, Ghes.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on Apr 24, 2016 10:37:18 GMT
Tiana was relieved to return to the Enzio, she knew she would have to take a proper shower to the the dust out of her hair but that and a few minor bruises was the sum total of the damage she had taken. Considering the fire fight that was nothing short of miraculous.
Of course, she was still on duty so she couldn't go and get that shower now. She followed Ghes back to the bridge leaving a faint train of dust in her wake. The whole away team was in a similar state. Tiana was tempted to just shake her hair out and let the ship deal with the sure-to-result dust cloud. However she was on the bridge so that wouldn't exactly be kind to her colleagues.
Then tactical confirmed the firing of a polaron torpedo at the surface. Tiana scrambled to get readings. She dimmly heard the Admiral's question. "But why fire one at a planet?"
She didn't know. There had been nothing of significance in the area where the torpedo had impacted but you didn't miss with those things so there had to be a reason and she was going to find out what that was...
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Post by Gheskori on Apr 27, 2016 21:42:37 GMT
"Tiana. Are there any indications that the polaron torpedo caused the delta silica deposits to... ignite, somehow?" he asked the CScO, being somewhat rusty as regarded his own scientific knowledge - he'd been CScO on the Scavenger, an assignment that seemed several lifetimes ago now...
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The fires, of strange constitution - fallout from the combustion of unknowable elements within the planet Tethys Epsilon's crust - had spread to the northen hemisphere but thankfully halted a thousand or so kilometres from the settlement. Ghes was sure the colony would still be feeling some of the effects - induced climatic changes or others - from the proximity of the fires, but the colonists were for the moment safe.
And Mulus Tetri was back under guard, now being beaten by the Romulan soldiers with the present Starfleet security - while attempting to enforce moderation upon their allied security personnel - also not arresting their anger, frustration at what Tetri would seem to have done, but how exactly they knew not, spilling over.
They could feel the fires burning, albeit over a thousand kilometres away, but didn't know that those fires had been instigated by a torpedo fired from a cloaked Klingon ship now at the star system's outskirts, after it'd been hailed by Tetri.
The colony was however beginning to settle down, the human and Romulan settlers' lives beginning to return to normality, cheer and happiness returning to those who'd bravely helped the Starfleet and Romulan Naval personnel defend their homes from Netqla's opportunistic Klingons. Now that the planet had drifted well into Romulan territory, it would be assured of protection from the Klingons, and its movement into those depths may even help to solidify friendly relations between the Federation and the Star Empire.
Tetri, a Klingon collaborator, would doubtless be exiled from the colony, his place as first speaker at the assembly meetings revoked and his meddling with the harmony of human and Romulan relations - that was so surprising in its positive outcome - in this area of the quadrant put to an end. The two colonist species complemented each other in how they cooperated and worked upon the colony, building its prosperity while keeping it secluded, a secret haven where once (and perhaps still bitter enemies in other quarters) could live together in peace. Human altruism and curiosity, coupled with Romulan honour and insight, was proving a fruitful combination in a place where sunsets cast long shadows reminding of past antagonisms, yet lit the atmosphere in piercing glows of harmony almost like music.
Perhaps that cooperation needn't be confined to this small colony spinning its way into the depths of Romulan space; perhaps it could work on the Enzio as well. Ghes's thoughts turned to Commander Vyaln aboard her damaged Warbird.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 19:04:25 GMT
In sickbay, Saryn bowed over his Romulan patient. "He is lucky his opponent clearly did not know Romulan physiology is similar to that of a Vulcan," he commented dryly, while holding out his hand for a coagulator. "Hold your hands over the wound as soon as I pull the dagger out," he instructed, "start pressing down as hard as you can. His lung will collapse, there is no avoiding that. We will remedy that as soon as we staunched and stopped the blood flow." He knew pulling it out would cause damage, due to the nature of the blade.
"The poison will not kill him, so we do need to focus on the more severe injury first before counteracting the poison. The longer he stays unconscious the better it is for us." The pair of medics worked hard to save their patient and it took quite some time to get the damage to the ambassador's respiratory system under control.
After a few hours, Saryn was able to synthesize a counter-agent to the poison he'd been injected with. "He will not instantly wake up," he told his nurse. "Keep watch over him and under no circumstance let him leave. Sedate him if necessary, should he wake up and try to get up and leave. I will be on the bridge."
The Vulcan medic left sickbay in a hurry, preferring to give this news in person. "The ambassador will live," he reported as soon as he approached Gheskori. "It was close, but he will live."
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Post by Gheskori on May 6, 2016 19:00:00 GMT
Ghes let out a solemn sigh of relief, "Glad to hear it, Doctor, thank you." He made plans to visit the Romulan later in sickbay, relate to Tedak his gratitude that he'd virtually saved the colony, even though in reality the Klingons - regardless of the result of the duel - were to withdraw anyway (as a result of finding out from Ghes that their targeted conquest was out of their reach). Still, partaking in the duel without this knowledge and through his 'seeming' defeat securing the respect of the Klingons, was something Tedak should and would be lauded for.
He allowed the Romulan vessel under Vyaln to try repairs or at least arrest the extent of the damage on her ship without outside interference from Starfleet or anyone else - Ghes knew full well of Romulan honour (as well as Romulan secrecy) and hence their being loathe to accept help from outsiders.
He returned to his quarters. If he hadn't heard from Vyaln regarding the status of her ship in that time then he would impose himself upon them, he thought amusedly and demand that he (or rather his crew) be allowed to attempt to fix their troubles.
Picking up the book on Tellarite mating practices again, he thought while reading - being able to separate roaming, enquiring thought from the taking in of the words, narrative and so on in his mind - having long practiced the art on Denobula before joining Starfleet. He did think in fact about his homeworld, and his relatives through his first wife - who'd died over two years ago - relatives (who were also linked bloodwise to him through his second marriage and more distantly through their own wives/husbands) who had only just ceased grieving. For his first wife had died of a rare disease, a fatal affliction that until then hadn't infected any Denobulan for nearly two centuries.
With only one wife remaining to him, he'd begun recently to think it was high time he finally married a third female, and in fact law allowed him to take a second further spouse to replace the one he'd lost. The pain of that was still too near however, and any beautiful young Denobulan (yeah right, at his age - still relatively young considering his lifespan but being 60 was an unattractive quality all the same) slotting into the place of his dead wife would seem too much of a pang of the real, someone with her likeness and her mannerisms, bringing back the fear that the torture of watching her die (or not, as he'd shamefully been away from the homeworld at the time) and the suffering during his bereavement would start all over again, that icy horror of the 'suddenly present', feeling it in its immediate totality, like Orpheus glancing back to his Eurydice in Tartarus and having to watch her fade before his eyes... his wife's sickness would all come rushing back and the sufferer be personified - however irrationally - in this new young hypothetical female of life and vitality.
He would sort some leave out for himself, visit home, visit those relatives - his brother in law (the first husband of the deceased), his sister, and his second wife - and grieve with them together once more, for he'd never given enough to them that first brief time he'd come back, after settling some meaningless dispute somewhere on the fringes of the quadrant... And there also he would take a third wife... just to cheer himself up if anything else.
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Post by Tiana Galwyn Cet on May 8, 2016 13:30:11 GMT
"Tiana. Are there any indications that the polaron torpedo caused the delta silica deposits to... ignite, somehow?" he asked the CScO, being somewhat rusty as regarded his own scientific knowledge - he'd been CScO on the Scavenger, an assignment that seemed several lifetimes ago now...
Tiana blinked twice, delta silicate deposits were rare and she hadn't seen any investigations in the large scale deposits in their natural state. She ran through the physics and chemistry in her head.
"Well, they'd have to have exactly the right combination of other minerals, but theoretically it's possible." She paused a moment. "Actually you could seed the deposits to get the right mix of minerals."
Hmmmmm
She started poking her console. She was still talking, half to herself and half to Ghes. "I still don't see what you'd gain by doing it though. You'd destroy the delta silicate, and yes there are some unusual chemical generated but nothing in any quantity. You'd have a very localised effect."
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 20:58:02 GMT
She had ignored the Federation Admirals offer to 'help' no doubt they would and no doubt they would pat themselves on the back for their generosity and thoughtfulness but they would also take the opportunity to study as much as they could, all in the name of science of course as they believed themselves to pure for espionage but that is what it would be none the less.
As the Admiral turned to speak to some of his underlings she noticed a small puddle of green blood next to her left shoe, she looked back up as she kicked sand over it and then left without talking as she rounded a corner she placed a hand on her left side and prodded around, she found the wound her gloved fingers explored its depth and width, she remembered feeling a blow there but she hadn't recognised at the time it had been a knife.
Taking a deep breath lifted her wrist and spoke into her communicator. “Transport me to the bridge, immediately.”
It took a few more moments than it normally did but finally she was standing on her bridge, the lights were at the lowest settings and she could smell burnt wires and see at least two consoles had exploded. Clearly the crew had suffered setbacks in their repair attempt not helped of course by the fact most of her crew were now deployed in the colony to aid in repairs and treatment of the civilian wounded.
Now that she had discovered her wound the pain had increased tenfold, it sent shooting pains all through her left side, still clearly there was a more urgent problem that needed to be addressed. “Report.” she bellowed over the activity and occasional alert warning.
“Commander, we can't regulate the power flow, some systems are power deprived others are getting too much and overloading, long range sensors are down, engines are gone basic thrusters only, the tdonecloaking device is destroyed and three decks are without life support.”
Scenarios ran through her mind at speed but before she had a chance to say anything another voice spoke up with an even more urgent problem. “Klingon vessel de-cloaking! They have fired on the surface, sensors are unable to pinpoint exact location.”
“They have cloaked again.”
Kreiala took a deep breath which she immediately regretted as it only increased the pain in her side. “Abandon ship, all crew to rendevue at the colony, with all the supplies they can carry, prepare to set self destruct protocols.”
Her arm raised and she pointed to the weapons officer, “Transfer weapons control my terminal.” He began to protest by saying firing the weapons could completely blow out the power systems but stopped mid sentence, no doubt realising the stupidity of warning about causing damage when clearly she was about to set the self destruct.
Kreiala sat down at her command chair and said. “Self destruct will be set for five minutes anybody still on this vessel at that time will die, you have been warned.”
As the crew began to rush away from their duty stations, Kreiala finally allowed herself to feel some weakness as her hand pressed on the wound, she let out a soft sigh as she realised she was getting light headed, blood loss no doubt.
With her free hand she entered commands into her console and said. “Authorisation Vyaln Echal one, activate.” she leaned back in her chair as the computer set the destruct sequence, this wasn't a Federation vessel there was no audio warnings, in the case of intruders overtaking the ship the lack of warning ensured the maximum amount of them died in vain. She slumped back with another sigh as her thoughts now turned to that Klingon vessel that fired on the surface.
What she she be planning if she was in command of that ship?
She almost jumped forward in her seat as figured out what she would do next and cursed at herself for taking so long to figure it out.
Groaning as moved her body to look over the console, quickly she checked transporters, long range was offline there went her own escape route to the planet, still she wasn't planning on dying, and beaming through Federation shields was easy enough if you knew how.
As she calculated how much time she had left before the ship exploded she also did the calculations on where a Promethues class Starship could be hit by surprise and be destroyed, She closed her eyes and almost growled at her dull reaction times.
Secondary warp core in the alpha section on the hull, if hit at a thirty degree angle at less that two kilometres would cause a breach, a tricky shot but not impossible for a cloaked ship, and once they destroyed the Enzio her own ship would be easy prey, the only witnesses would be the Klingons who would no doubt gleefuly report that the Romulans destroyed the federation vessel.
Which given Federation paranoia about Romulans would be believed and then a full scale Klingon territory grab into Romulan space would not be opposed by the Federation.
Still she had one shot, and no proof, there was a chance she could be wrong, but it seemed worth the risk.
Hunched now over the console, she tried her best to calculate where to fire, as her hand hovered over the firing control she said. “Computer execute Vyaln emergency escape tango three.” As she felt the tug of the transporter beam she hit the fire control.
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She materialized inside Enzio, she didn't know where, and before she could even attempt to figure it out she slumped against a bulkhead and slid down, the last thing she heard was intruder alert sirens going off.
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Post by Gheskori on May 12, 2016 20:03:52 GMT
"... You'd destroy the delta silicate, and yes there are some unusual chemical generated but nothing in any quantity. You'd have a very localised effect."
Ghes thought about this, "Is it possible a localised effect is what they want?" he asked. It was clear to them now that the Klingons had intended primarily to use the delta silicates in a back up plan in case their invasion and occupation of the world didn't succeed; fire the polaron torpedo to ignite the silicates and raze half the world's topsoil, crippling its productive capacity in terms of agricultural output and so on, a scorched earth tactic but when they weren't in possession of the world.
But Tiana's evidence couldn't be ignored, in fact, it having something to do with the local exotic compounds generated would explain why the cloaked Klingon vessel hadn't pressed its attack but had retreated to the edge of the system... getting ready to return once the interested parties in the Federation and the Romulans had withdrawn and somehow collect these new chemical compounds?
They may not find out however as the Klingon ship in question decloaked for an instant off their port fore quarter - visible on the viewscreen - before vanishing beneath its haze of tachyon and anti-proton particles once more. Then events unfolded in quick succession; the Klingon ship, just having recloaked and somewhere out there, peeling away from the scene perhaps, made itself known again by virtue of its sudden explosion, and the Romulan Warbird - from another section of the viewscreen, blinding the bridge crew with the rapidity of these paired embodiments of death throes, flew suddenly outward in all directions.
Then bizarrely an intruder alert sounded. "That was a self-destruct, sir," Ops said, "The Romulans' quantum singularity engine collapsed on itself but blew the hull matter away. Hawking Radiation macroscopic scale."
Blinking, Ghes stood from the command chair and requested of Ops the location of the intruder, if there was one. "Deck seventeen."
"Security," he nodded to the stand-in CTSO, who acknowledged and departed the bridge. Soon they had their uninvited guest cornered at a maintenance junction between two forcefields, but the darkness brought about by the red alert made it difficult to identify him or her...
"It's a Romulan, sir," an Ensign whispered.
The CTSO nodded and moved forward, "Maybe a last second beam away for safety but we can't be sure, and how'd they get through our shields?" He tried to pierce the shadows in the junction, "Explain your presence here. Are we not meant to be allies in all this? Crews of Starfleet vessels do not take kindly to intruders and saboteurs, if that needs to be explained to you," the tactical man finished, Ghes arriving behind him.
The Admiral called, "The forcefields will be lowered and you will disarm yourself of any weapons you may have. Failure to comply will mean you'll be incapacitated." The figure in darkness stepped over the 2D space of the deactivated forcefield, not making any movement that would signify he or she was disarming him or herself, "I said put your weap- Oh, Commander Vyaln... Surprised and... perhaps relieved to see you. You destroyed the Klingon ship? We had a feeling they might be back, with designs on attacking the planet or collecting byproducts of the polaron torpedo-delta silicate reactions."
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OOC: This is virtually the end of this outing, folks. If anyone has any loose ends they'd like to tie up I'll leave the thread open for those responses and will in the meantime be setting up a shore leave thread. Thanks everybody, this was a great mission!
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