| On the Sunheart's bridge Aoj t'Edi was reading over the
latest sensor reading from the Klingon border when a message came in from command. Aoj
looked at the communications officer, he transferred the message to her office. She stood
and walked over to see who it was. She sat in her chair and looked at the screen. "Yes?" "Commander,"Sub-Admiral Jarak's face filled the screen as he spoke, "the Sunheartis being ordered to the Trifain border, the Trifain just attacked a trade ship and killed 6 Romulans. Have Sub-Commander Ye'Lah try to calm them down, we've heard that they are growing more and more towards all out war with the Empire, and you and I both know that,they would lose, but we would be so weak afterwards that even the Kligons could take us over." "Should we wait on the Marine Head?" "No, he can catch up with the ship later, this is very important. Oh, and you may be taking on a Trifain diplomat ship. Understood?" "Yessir. We will reach our destination in 3.4 days at warp 8." "Go at warp 9, we need an ambassador there, now." "We'll be there in about aday." "Very well."and with that the screen turned off. Aoj walked onto the bridge and gave Y'hto'mit the destination and then she walked off to the Left Eye to visit the crew a little. Commander Aoj t'Edi, RSW Sunheart |
| A'isf boarded the small vessel, he almost hated those
things... He always disliked small vessels, they made him feel nervous. However, he was a
marine, and Romulan Marines overcome their fears, his job was to make other fear! Centurion A'isf K'rn, Head of Marine, RSW Sunheart |
| N'ko activated the visitor alert on Ael's quarters. He heard
a shuffling sound inside and then. "It's open...come in!" said Ael's voice through the door. The doors slid open easily and Niko stepped through. "Hello again," he said to Ael. He smiled and looked around him. N'Ko never ceased to be amazed at how tidy some people kept their quarters. His was always in a mess...he could never seem to get the hang of how to keep a room tidy. High-Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| P'miw flew the scout ship to space station hg'Frwet to pick
up the new Head of Computers for the Sunheart. After she arrived she stopped, and beamed
him over. "Hello," she said. "Hi." he responded as he stepped off the transporter pad. His brown eyes seemed to be searching everywhere. He was of average height, average build, and average appearance. It was often said the Romulan uniform made its members seem just that much more fierce. This one just looked lost in his. He immediately took a seat in front of one of the ships Computer terminals, placing his carryall at his feet. "How long until we reach the Sunheart?" "A couple of days, there's a room in the back if you need it." He nodded, then picked up his carryall and removed various padds and chips from it. "I see. Well, that will give me time to upgrade this Scouts OS and Navigational programming." He picked up one of the padds, and with one hand slid a chip into its access port, while the other hand practically danced across the keypanel. "Not bad..." he murmured to himself, as data scrolled across the screen>before him. "But it could be better."He keyed the padd, then tapped in more commands. "Oh." he said suddenly, then smiled. "I'm Mal. Who are you?" "P'Miw, nice to meet you" "Mmm-hmm" he said, glancing back at the screen and tapping in a few more commands. "Tell me Centurion, what do you think of the new Federation technique of using organics in their computer systems? I find the thought compelling, but could your ship not then be vulnerable to organic virus well as electronic? Not to mention having to include the various subalgorithms and networks that would interface with neural matter. Of course, the I feel system could handle it, but we all know about the bugs in that thing, do we not?" He laughed. P'miw politely laughed along with him then returned to her controls. Truly, if there was such a thing as a Romulan nerd, the pilot had just found one. Centurion Mal T'khat, Head of Computers,and, Centurion P'Miw, Pilot, RSW Sunheart |
| Ael had been reading Gone With the Wind for about
an hour when her visitor alert sounded. She quickly shoved the book down in between
the cushions of her couch. She could get into a lot of trouble if the wrong person saw
that book. It was illegal to own Federation artifacts. She stood up and pulled her
robefully closed. "It's open...come in!" she called. The doors slid open immediately and N'Ko stepped through. "Hello again," he said to her. He smiled and looked around him. Ael was immediately uncomfortably conscious of the fact that she was only wearing a robe. N'Ko was looking around the quarters in amazement. Ael knew that the room was incredibly neat, she had always been a neat freak. She got her senses back and realized how impolite she was being. "Please come in and sit down N'Ko. Would you like anything to drink?" Sub-Commander Ael Ye'Lah, Head Ambassador, RSW Sunheart |
|
| N'Ko turned over on his back and opened his eyes. The first
thing he thought was that he was in his own quarters but the room seemed a bit
unfamiliar. He stretched and yawn and his hand came to rest on something he suddenly
knew wasn't supposed to be there. His fingers felt the soft skin of a body lying next to
him. "Oh elementss...what have I done," he thought. He turned his face to look but all he could see was a bundle of sheets in the cot next to him. Then suddenly it all came flooding back. Carefully he eased down the sheet so that he could see her face. She was still fast asleep. Her face was lovely, he thought as he watched her. It had been a long time since a beautiful lady had shared his bed. He leaned overand kissed her cheek, gently so as not to wake her. Then he slid from the bed and started to dress as noislessly as he could. Ael stirred and whispered something softly. Her eyes were still closed but she seemed to be awakening. N'Ko went over and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and kissed her again gently, on her forehead, then her lips. Her eyes opened and she looked up at him and smiled. "Welcome back to the world of the living!" said N'Ko. "I have to be going now...my shift starts in half hour and I haven't had any breakfast yet!" High Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| Ael was sitting in her mother's sculpting room. Her mother
was in front of her, sitting on the floor making the most beautiful clay bird Ael had ever
seen. Suddenly Ael realized that she had seen that sculpture before. It was in her
quarters, on the Sunheart. It was the last sculpture her mother had made before she died.
But if she had died, what was she doing here? "You are having a dream my Ael." Ael looked up and her mother was now standing right in front of her, and they were no longer in the sculpting room. "You are happy now, you haven't been this happy in years. Your mind is remembering the last time you were this happy. Why has it been so long since you were happy my darling." "I didn't realize that I was not happy, Mother." "Yes you did, Ael." her mother countered. "But..." "But it does not matter now." Her mother interrupted her. "All that matters is that you are happy now, you have found what you need." With that her mother leaned over and very gently kissed her cheek. "Now don't lose it!"Then her mother vanished. "Mother!" Ael yelled, or at least she thought she had yelled, but in reality she only mumbled. Suddenly lips were kissing her again gently, on her forehead, then her lips. She forced her eyes open to see who was kissing her. She looked up and saw N'Ko, and realized that her mother was right, she hadn't been this happy since she was a little girl. She smiled at him. "Welcome back to the world of the living!" said N'Ko. "I have to be going now...my shift starts in half hour and I haven't had any breakfast yet!" "Let's have breakfast together. I have to get up and get going to, I have some research to do." She jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed. they headed down to the Left Eye together to have a bite to eat. They didn't talk much while they ate, they were just happy to be in each others company. They didn't have much time to sit and enjoy themselves. N'Ko had to leave very quickly for his shift. "How does dinner sound for tonight?" he asked as he stood up to leave. "That sounds great!" Ael answered. "1700 hrs? My quarters?" "Great! See you then!" "See you then!" He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead then left. Ael sat and finished her drink and then she headed to her quarters to study up on the Trifain Confederacy. Sub-Commander Ael Ye'Lah, Head Ambassador, RSW Sunheart |
| "See you then!" He leaned over and placed a gentle
kiss on her forehead then left. N'Ko was wearing a large smile on his face and
whistling an old Romulan tune as he walked along the corridor towards Commander Aoj
t'Edi's office. He hadn't been this happy since...he couldn't remember ever being
this happy before. He was remembering the Ael's face as she slept, as she smiled at him
over the brakefast table, her laughter as they had fought to shape the clay just a few
short hours before. So caught up was he in his reverie that as he rounded a turn in
the corridor, he almost collided with someone who was heading towards the messhall,
obviously for a late brakefast. The man sidestepped him just in time to avoid a
collision. "N'Ko?" he said."Sorry!" said N'Ko and looked to see who he'd almost knocked over. "Sub-Commander Antook K'Chin!" said N'Ko in surprise. High Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| "Sub-Commander Antook K'Chin!" said N'Ko in
surprise. "Um...yes," Antook said nervously, "I was just going to the, um... I was just going for a walk. Um, sorry to borther you." And with that Antook quickly walked off. Sub-Commander Antook k'Chin, RSW Sunheart |
| "Yes Commander" A'isf said, "High Centurion A'isf reporting to duty." He continued. "Good, I'll want to talk to you later, you're office will be in deck 102, near the training grounds. Dismissed." TheCommander said. *** Left Eye *** A'isf sat in the Left Eye, sat, doing nothing, ever since the Tal-Shiar was down, he tried not to show emotions, he made a lot of enemies in the Empire, and this assignment was a good chance for them to kill him...Somebody came near him. "Hello, I am..." Centurion A'isf K'rn, Head of Marine, RSW Sunheart |
| Mal watched the marine leave, his face a study of confusion.
*Well, THAT has to be the quickest introduction I have ever witnessed. Elements grant that everything aboard this ship is that speedy. I've been itching to get at the Computer Core.* He looked back to the Commander, awaiting his own dismissal. When nothing happened for a good minute, he pursed his lips. "Ah.. Commander. Did you need more from me? I would be happy to detail for you my schedule of upgrades, if you like. Or perhaps I could get your opinons on the newest isolinear chip upgrades? The technology that we stole from the Terrans is in some regards quite interesting." He rubbed his hands together and smiled, lecture mode coming easily to him. "You see, on the one hand the crystalline latice of the chips makes itpossible for us to store nearly three times the amount of data as our old logic solids. But the drawback is, of course, that the things are emminantly more fragile." He glanced at the Commander, to see if she wished to interject anything at this point. Mal, Head of Computers, RSW Sunheart |
| Sub-Commander Ael Ye'Lah was in her quarters doing some
final research on the Trifain Confederacy when a message came down to her from the bridge.
"Sub-Commander Ye'Lah, a Trifain ship has just approached and the Ambassador is going to be beaming aboard. Commander t'Edi asked that you be ready to receive them." "Understood! Ye'Lah out!" Ael's heart started pumping hard. This is what she was here for. It was time to do her job. She was heading out the door to the conference room when she realized that she would probably be late for dinner with N'Ko. She decided that she better send him a message. "Computer record a message for High Centurion N'Ko." "Recording." "N'Ko, as I'm sure you know, there is a Trifain Ambassador on board,and I am the Sunheart's Ambassador. I do not know how long my meeting will take, but I most likely will not be able to make it to your quartersfor 1700hrs. I will stop by when I am finished. Ael out." With that she headed to the conference room. Sub-Commander Ael Ye'Lah, Head Ambassador, RSW Sunheart |
| "Um...yes," Antook said nervously," I was
just going to the, um... I was just going for a walk. Um, sorry to borther you." And
with that Antook quickly walked off. N'Ko turned and resumed his path to the
Commander's office. Arriving at the Commander Aoj t'Edi's door he activated the
visitor alert and waited for her to answer. "Come," she said.The door slid open and N'Ko entered. The Commander was sitting behind her desk engrossed in work. N'Ko came to attention before the desk. "High Centurion N'Ko reporting for duty Commander." he said. The Commander did not look up imediately. She continued reading the from the padd on her desk. N'Ko took the oportunity to look around her office.*Nice * he thought...*maybe I'll get an office like this one some day*. "Umm" The Commander cleared her throat bringing N'Ko out of his thoughts."High Centurion, nice to see you again. Have you seen the new marine yet?" "No I haven't Commander. But I will make a point of meeting with him at my earliest convenience." replied N'Ko." "Ok, well, as you know he'll be reporting directly to you. Anyhow, are all the ships worthy of battle with the Trifains if they need tobe as far as you can tell?" "They are Commander. I'll have the engineers go over them once again just to be safe... may I ask Commander...exactly who are these Trifains and what do they want with us?" "The Trifain Confederacy is a fairly strong force out here in this part of the galaxy. They are three small planetary empires, all rolled into one confedarcy. There bodies are small, with a gas layer surrounding it protecting them from all knowen energy weapons. The reason they want us is simple. Our empire is weak right now, over the years they have learned to hate us. Now they have a small chance at taking us over, however, I don't think they will. They have the ships to do it with, but we are much more cunning than they are. But it would save many lifes if we never go to war in the first place, and if we do it is very likely that we shall all die." N'Ko listened as the commander explained patiently. He didn't much like the sound of this. His suspicious nature began to surface. This peace conference could very easily be a trick orchestrated by these Trifains just so they could get on board the Sunheart and uncover our weaknesses. "Commander, may I suggest that we increase security on all decks while these...Trifains ...are on board!" "That would be a good idea. Command has been worried for several months now that several Trifain spies are already on some of ourships. We believe that they are possibly humans, with surgery, or Vulcans, or even some of our own. Command has given me a list of several of the people they believe may be spies. You were on the list several months ago, but not anymore" "Me, Commander?!" N'Ko asked in surprised. Now suddenly a lot of things that had been happening lately seemed to fit together. "Well, I am glad to know that my name has been exhonerated! I had no idea that there were spies on board... " his voice lowered somewhat. "Is there anyone in particular you suspect Commander?" "Yes, we've narrowed the list down to about twenty people. Lowman Looc is having security watch each of them. Over the next day or so we should have the list down to five, after that if we were completly off we'll be very sorry." "I take your meaning, Commander. I'll keep my eyes open. With your permission, I'll begin my regular duties now...unless of course...you have anything further." said N'Ko. "Nothing further High Centurion. Dismissed!" said Commander Aoj t'Edi. N'Ko turned and left the office, heading for his own which was in the back of the ship on the same deck.The doors slid open and he entered. A message was waiting for him from Ael. Commander Aoj t'Edi and High Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| The Chieftess of the Palace sat on her majestic throne,
surveying the room before her. It was an ostentiously designed place, shaped of purestone
from a world she had never visited. The inhabitants, they who called themselves the
"high ones", were likewise unfamiliar. It had been a strange journey for her,
from laboratory experiment to prisonerto fugitive to crewman, and finally to captain. She
did not particularly like the duty of commanding the Palace, but as the leader of the
resistance against Winnowill, the position was hers by default. Her gaze wandered to
the portal against one wall, where Winnowill herself could be seen, sleeping peacefully in
the either of suspended animation. In another time and place, it would have been normal to
kill the tyrant, but here she was more dangerous dead than alive... "Lord T'Zaq?" one of the junior navigators interrupted her thoughts. "Yes?" She turned to face him."We are making our final approach. Dimensional insertion is estimatedin 16.5 techu." T'Zaq nodded and rose from the command chair. By now, she was familiar with the High Ones' units of time and knew they would be arriving quite soon. Another day, another dimension. Why were the High Ones so obsessed with discovery? They seemed to be frantically searching for something. Before long, they would amass all the knowledge in the universe and have nothing left to find. Or so T'Zaq thought. She followed the small navigator through the corridors of the Palace until they reached the control center. There were many seats for the crew here, yet strangely, no consoles or controls to be found. The entire Palace was controlled through the minds of its operators. Each station was linked to a certain aspect of the Palace, and as each member of the crew manned their station, they became a part of the living machinery. Most of the stations were configured for the High Ones, who, in spite of their lofty name, were in fact quite short. Most of the adults stood only slightly greater than half of T'Zaq's 6-foot height. The navigator walked off to attend to other duties, leaving T'Zaq to take her place at the only empty station. As she settled into the seat,she could feel her perception expanding to encompass the entire Palace. All the master controls were at her fingertips. Then, suddenly, a new thought occurred to her. Here, at the heart of the command center, she could manipulate the very fabric of the universe. She could take herself back home! But then the High Ones would be left without a leader...It didn't take long for her to make her choice. These High Ones could find a new leader, or reanimate Winnowill if they wanted. T'Zaq knew her place was not here with them. Whatever the future held for her, it was back in the Milky Way. She focused in on her memories of home, releasing all the power she could muster. The other crew members were startled, but they could not resist the commands of the master. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The Palace was back oncourse, as if nothing had happened. Only one station was empty. T'Zaq, RSW Sunheart |
| In his office, High Centurion N'Ko sat in his high backed
patent, leather chair and activated the com unit sitting on his desk. He had pulled
up the bio of the new pilot on his computer screen. He liked what he saw and felt that it
was now time that they met. "Computer, relay a message to A'isf at his present location requesting his presence in my office...at his convenience...." The computer responded with a chirping sound which signalled that the message had been transmitted. "Computer... relay a message to Sub-Commander Ael Ye'Lah's private terminal. Ael...I would love to have dinner with you whenever you are free. Please let me know. Missing you very much...N'Ko. End message." N'Ko looked over some reports from the bay as he waited for the A'isf to report to his office. The attack crafts had been checked and made ready for flight but in light of the current situation he thought that a personal appearance on the flight deck was in order. He resolved to attend to that as soon as possible. He changed the duty shifts for his pilots from 3-8 hour shifts to 2-12 hour shifts. This would put half the pilots on duty at once but he needed the bay to be adequately manned incase anything unexpected occured. Then he sent out a message to that effect informing half of Beta shift that their off duty time had been cancelled. High Centurion N'KoHead of PilotsSunheart |
| The holodeck doors open and Melrose walks in, just in time
to see the last of the Federation fighters being finished off by one of theWarbirds. "You were supposed to come to my office!" "Sorry, I had more important things to do." "Oh well, would you like to try. Computer reset simulation, dificulty........... 10!" N'ko steps back to watch the show.The viewscreen fades out and is replaced by a view of one of the scoutships being chased by 20 federation fighters. It is heavily damaged, and the fighters are gaining on it. "All warbirds, set up a kill zone, stealth ships lure the fighters right where we want it, ignore the scout ship, theres nothing we can do for them now." The Warbirds set them selves up in a circular fashion to maximise the firepower between them, the stalth ships decloak behind the fighters toherd them between the warbirds. The fighters seem to obe going for itbut at the last moment they scatter, launching torpedoes at the nearestwarbird destroying it. "Damn! All warbirds cloak. Stealth ships fall back to 5000m behind us, perhaps we can take them by suprise." As the ships manuver into position the fighters come about and set up another attack run, as they approch one of them breaks off from the group and smashes into the warbird. Melrose and N'ko are thrown to the floor. "REPORT!" "Our engines are out, we're caught in the gravity well of the planet,theres nothing we can do." "All hands, brace for impact!" As the view of a large city fills the view, the entire scene dissapearsand is replaced by the freindlier glow of a yellow grid in a blackroom. The computers voice starts to recount the score. "mission outcome, failior. Estimated civilian casualties, 3 million. Total Score, 0." N'ko gets up off the floor and goes over to him. "Well that was interesting, not to mention educational. I hope you are better in a fighter. Shall we try it again?" Lowman Melrose, Pilot, RSW Sunheart |
| T'Zaq opened her eyes and was disoriented to see only
blackness. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, where she was, or how she
had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was sitting in the command seat in the
Palace's control center, and then... "I must have changed dimensions again-" she whispered to herself. With a sudden rush of panic, T'Zaq wondered if she had accidently transported herself into a one-dimensional universe or a black hole. Then she realized that she was quite alive and breathing, simply illumination-challenged. She lifted her head off the floor, and noticed that the side of her face felt warm and sticky. ((I probably have banged it when I arrived here. That would explain my unconscious state.)) she thought. Feeling slightly more oriented, alhough still in the dark, she began to explore her surroundings. Almost the first thing she noticed was the faint vibration of the deck beneath her. ((I must be on a starship!)) she observed. The vibration felt different than she was used to, however. Not finding a logical reason to explain this difference, she went on too there things."Ow!" T'Zaq exclaimed suddenly, upon finding the tender side of her head come into contact with a wall. After following along the wall for what seemed like an eternity, a door slid open, letting a blinding light into the room. T'Zaq's inner eyelid instinctively slid shut, and she soon adjusted to the light level. It didn't take long for the half-Vulcan to figure out that she wasn't on a Federation starship. The decor, the pale green lighting,everything about it suggested 'Romulan'. T'Zaq remembered when Romulans had attacked the Outpost - it had definitely not been an enjoyable experience. She heard footsteps down the hallway and quickly ducked into the nearest door. She was surprised (and fortunate) to find a soundly sleeping Romulan female to be the only occupant of the room. Feeling cocky, she quietly opened the closet and picked out a complete Romulan uniform. She changed into it and stuffed her old outfit into the recycling unit. After hastily admiring herself in the mirror, she left the room, no longer afraid of being noticed. There were still traces of blood on the side of her face, but she didn't care. In fact, she rather liked this experience so far. There would be questions asked later, but T'Zaq could deal with them on her own terms. For now, she was just happy to be alive. T'Zaq |
| A'isf sat in his quarters, there was absolutly nothing for a
Marine to do on a ship like the Sunheart, especially for a lone Marine, by what he
understood, he'll get a division soon, but as far as it concerned the Empire, an old Tal
Shiar would get nothing. *** Training area *** A'isf held a disruptor rifle in one hand, a personal knife in the other, it was a simulated battle against the Human division called "Alpha 1". He fought against them before, on Vega IV. To be more accurate, he lost on Vega IV, but not before he left their CO a scar to remember. You can say it was the beggining of the end for him, after that they sent him to"monitor" the status on the Bolian status. A second name for paper work, there is nothing more though for a Marine, especially a Tal-Shiar Marine than spending time behind a desk. When they reassigned him he thought he'll finally see some action. He was wrong... Centurion A'isf K'rn, Head of Marine, RSW Sunheart |
| Jodax sits in his quarters, since he will be off duty for
the next couple hours he can think of nothing to do but try out the holodeks. Or maybe he
could test out one of the new fighters. Jodax Trinar, Pilot, RSW Sunheart |
| Now suitably outfitted in her stolen Romulan uniform, T'Zaq
meandered her way about the ship. She hadn't yet worked out exactly what she was going to
do, but her bright senses were beginning to adjust themselves again, and she knew that
soon she would be back in her element, so to speak. As she walked about the dim green-lit
corridors, she passed several other Romulan crew members, but they paid her little notice.
As she approached the heart of the Sunheart, T'Zaq could feel the slight vibration
of the deck beneath her increasing dramatically. A door with a large sign above it,
engraved in the Rihannsu language, caught her eye. T'Zaq could not read Romulan and could
barely speak it, but still the door intrigued her. She approached, and itobediently slid
open before her with a mechanical "whooooosh-clunk". T'Zaq entered Main
Engineering on the Sunheart for the first time, and suddenly everything seemed to fall
into place. The sight of the powerful quantum singularity, surrounded by control panels
and busy engineers, was a strangely familiar sight after being on the alien Palace for so
long. She knew that, for now, her home would be here. The very feeling of the deck
vibrating beneath her feet filled the half-Vulcan with renewed energy. The job of
assimilating into a new culture would be a challenge, but she was up for it.((I need an
identity.)) she decided quickly. Approaching a nearby terminal, she pulled up the crew
roster and added an entry for herself, using her still-small knowledge of the Romulan
language. ((I sincerely hope this looks official enough...)) she thought. As she
walked away from the terminal, it occurred to T'Zaq that the Commander would probably want
to meet her since she had newly arrived on the ship. ((At any rate, I must be prepared for
anything.)) she thought, and quickly left for her self-assigned quarters to brush upon her
Romulan. T'Zaq, RSW Sunheart |
| Lowman Melrose was lying in his bunk when T'Zaq walks in. "I thought that they had locked me away in here on my own, this ship must be getting pretty cramped" "Y-Your human?" "Yeah, I'm human. and if we're going to be bunkmates you had better get used to it pal, so why have you been put in here with me anyway" "I guess admintration thought it would be good for me." T'Zaq couldn't beleive her luck, she mustn't have noticed his name on the roster, perhaps she might survive on this ship after all. Lowman Melrose, RSW Sunheart |
| Eh'rian walks into a small on bar Verdock 3, flanked by two
bodyguards. Eh'rian walks over to a table where 3 Humans are sitting. Eh'rian and
company sit at the table without speaking. "You have something for me Ryan?" Eh'rian asks. "Yeah, Federation Ttchnology, prime gear, this should really make up for the trouble that was caused when I was picked up by the Klingons." Ryan replies. "That matter we will discuss in a moment. What do you have for me?" Ryan opens a large silver briefcase. "Holo troops, you see you fit large holoprojectors onto a cloaked ship, you emit Hologram Ground troops down to a planet, voila, invulnerable shock troops that can siege a planet, no casualties, no supplies needed, one or two ships for the task force and thats it!" Ryan explains enthusiastically while toting a small Federation data PADD around in his gestures. "Impressive. We will take it for further testing, as to the other matter...." Eh'rian removes a tiny disrupter from his sleeve and kills Ryan's bodyguards. "You have caused the deaths of Romulan Agents and troops with your sloppy handling of the Klingon situation. I will never have to worry about your incompetence again." Eh'rian fires the disrupter again killing Ryan. The patrons of the bar look over slightly interested, but finally return to their business and drinks. It was not the first nor the last killing in the bar. Eh'rian puts the fallen data pad back into the briefcase, picks it up as he and his escorts walk slowly out of the bar, wearily looking in all directions. One of the escorts questions Eh'rian. "Did we have to kill him? That was the best data he has ever provided." Eh'rian smiles. "There are another 1000 billion humanoids where that one came from, and each is as weak as the next." Major Eh'rian, Tal-Shiar |
| High Centurion N'ko left his office and walked down to the
docking bay. He expected to see the new pilot there. He walked up to one of the
lowmen who was in the process of programming one of the consols. "Have you seen the new pilot?" he asked. "He came in earlier but said something about going to your office and left." the man replied. "Umm...ok. Thank you...carry on!" N'Ko walked around the docking bay slowly looking around. Everything seemed to be in order. "If he return's," he said to the lowman inform him that I'll be inholodeck 3 preparing a flight sim for training. Ask hi to join methere!" "As you wish high centurion!" said the man. N'Ko left and headed for the holodeck. On the panel outside the doorway he punched in his code and began the program. The Romulan holodeck was a crude imitation of the Federation holodeck. The tecnology for this had only been obtained from a captured Federation vessel and adapted for their use a few years ago. Even now it still seemed rather fantastic to him. Programing the sim was slow and tedious. He had to keep refering to the on-line manuel for assistance. He set the scene to be played out in the skies high above Remus. He included a swarm of Federation ships invading the twin world and pitting themselves against himself and his fighter pilots. He included 5 Romulan stealth fighters, 2 scout ships who would detect the enemy at the begining of play and inform the fleet of 6 warbirds of which he would be in command. He set the scale of enemy response to a maximum of 10 and then chose scale 4 to begin play. This would mean that the enemy response in action would be a bit slow and would allow his side to win easily...but he thought it would be best to have a boost of confidence on the first try. He finished the program and decoded it as Remus one. Then he stepped inside and straight onto the bridge of the flagship of the fleet of holo-warbirds... High Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| 4 hours after the bar incident aboard the scout ship
Telip. Eh'rian is involved with a discussion with the Head Praetor's aide decamp,
Velok. "Inform the Praetor that his plans for attacks using conventional weapons and men are to be halted. The Tal-Shiar have a score to settle with many enemies in the Dominion and the Confederacy." Eh'rian says. "You dare give orders to the Head of the Empire?!" Velok nearly yells. "Citizen Velok, I have watched Praetors die, remind yourself of who I am and know your administrations true place. Understood?" "Understood." Velok replies haughtily. Eh'rian cuts the subspace communication and turns to his aide. "Citizen Velok is going to be trouble. He has the ear of the Head Praetorate. Something must be done." It is night on Romulus as Eh'rian quietly makes his way through a dense park, dressed in black Fatigues and a black poncho. "Halt!! Who passes 'ere?!" a guard yells from the darkness. "Galaen sends his regards." Eh'rian replies. "Pass." Eh'rian continues into the park and finally enters a very small terracrete bunker. The elevator inside takes him 500 feet below the surface. Eh'rian walks upto a large arch, enters several combinations into a computer lock and walks into the room beyond as the door swings to. All around is chaos. "Who has the results of the Holo trooper project?!" 3 centurions run up to Eh'rian. "The tests arecomplete, we have fitted the TSS Majestic with the new type V holoprojectors as well as various new prototype cloaking devices and power dampers." Says one of the Centurions in a emotionless monotone. "Its ready then?" "Yes sir." the centurion replies. "Have you completed the tactical prjections for this weapon?" "Well sir we have several uses, the easiest would be to infiltrate Federation starbases and the like. Simply send one hologram down, preferably a detection technician or engineer, kill the real officer and impersonate him. With the only means of stopping the projectors gone with the technician, it is then very feesable to create impersonators of an entire base until it is completely made up of holograms, and the Federation would never know that it had been overrun. Another use is one still under development. We think we may be able to conquer the borg with this weapon." This got Eh'rians attention. "How??" The centurion clears his throat. "Well sir,it is feesable to project an infinite amount of troops inside the cube and disable the reactor cores and weapons system, leaving the ship relatively intact. Once that is accomplished, even if the Borg adapt, we have crippled a cube, and can slowly take it over, by beaming the Borg one by one into space. We then salvage the cube and vapourize the Borg while they are helpless in space. This is all theory so far though. It may not be practicle to use against such an enemy." "I want full simulations done immediately, as much research as possible must be done. The Delta Quadrant and the Borg are prizes I wish to have." Eh'rian said with a gleam in his eye. "It shall be done!" Major Eh'rian, TSS Majestic |
| Eh'rian is sitting in the command chair of the TSS Majestic.
The modfied Bird of Prey is speeding at maximum velocity throughthe outer edges of the
Delta Quadrant. "Helm!! Time to interception ofthe Cube?" "30 seconds sir. The Tal-Shiar fleet is well grouped and ready to deploy upon arrival." 30 seconds pass as the Borg cube rushes up to meet the Tal-Shiar Fleet. Finally the fleet and the cube cut to impusle speeds. "Engage the Holotroops!! Deploy the fleet, surrounding pattern, concentrate fire on their weapons! It won't hurt the troops." The Borg cube immediately starts to fire on the Romulan vessels. 20 million Holo Borg, coated in red Polyarmour are projected to key points inside the cube. Immediately the Borg of the cube are overwhelmed, and inside 30 seconds the Cube is crippled and without power. Eh'rian sits up in his chair as the Borg cube sits helpless in space. "All ships, commence beam out procedures of the enemy Borg. Holotroops, keep track of the cube, make sure it does not regenerate. Engage Stasis fields and shields as neccessary." The Weapons specialist comments. "An incredible irony that we used Borg holo Replicas to defeat the Borg." Eh'rian arches an eyebrow. "Who better?" Major Eh'rian, TSS Majestic |
| The holodeck doors open and Melrose walks in, just in time
to see the last of the Federation fighters being finished off by one of the Warbirds.
N'ko, "You were supposed to come to my office!" "Sorry, I had more important things to do."N'ko was sitting at the tactical position on one of the simulated warbirds. Other simulated crewmembers were present for effect. He stared, for a moment, at the man who now stood before him, then he rose and approached him slowly. Their eyes locked. "You had more important things to do!" he stated. "Yes..." "YOU HAD MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO?" bellowed N'Ko mere inches away from his face, "The next time I give you an order you better obey imediately, Mr. This is not a *bleep.bleep.bleep* Federation ship full of sissified officers. This is a Romulan ship...a proud member of the Romulan Star Empire. We don' t coddle officers we brake them...you disobey me again and I'll have you out the nearest porthole before you can say Klingon Targ." "But Sir...you said at my convenience...!" "Shut your mouth!..." N'Ko screamed at the Romulan. "When I say walk you run...when I say jump you ask how high...IS THAT CLEAR!" "Yes, Sir!" "I SAID IS THAT CLEAR!" "YES SIR...CLEAR SIR!" "What's your name?" "Lowman Melrose...pilot, Sir!" N'Ko stepped back. "Now, Lowman Melrose..would you like to try? Computer reset simulation, dificulty........... 10!" N'ko steps back to watch the show. He oberseved Melrose's tactics in the battle. Despite his obvious lack of disipline he was one hell of a pilot. Actually he admired the man's skills at the helm but he wasn't about to tell him that. When it was over N'Ko went over to him. "Well that was interesting, not to mention educational. I hope you are better in a fighter. Shall we try it again?" "Computer, replay scenario from index 23.6...begin!" The scene shifted and they were in the thick of battle once again! High Centurion N'Ko, Head of Pilots, RSW Sunheart |
| The TSS Majestic slowly docks with the RSW Sunheart. Eh'rian
is the first to walk down the narrow docking gangway. "Permission to come aboard." "Granted Major. Welcome to the Sunheart." The Commander says. "I am need of some space for some new technologies I have aquiredrecently, I understand that you have several empty decks." "Yes this is so." "I will require it. Also iwill need to transfer its security concerns to the Majestic, and i will need the removal of the security monitors on the deck." "Under who's authority do you breech the Praetorate Security Mandate?" Eh'rian hands the Commander a Data Scrit. "My orders come from the High Praetor himself. This project is classified Majenta. No one but Tal-Shiar agents and representatives will be allowed on this deck. I will have complete autonomy of all concerns regarding the deck." The Commander eyes Eh'rian carefully. "I have heard of you before Major. I will do as this order requires, but no more. Don't interfere with my crew, my ship or my concerns as Commander." Eh'ian pulls himself up to his full height. "Commander, with all due respect, the Tal-Shiar work in the best interests of the Empire. Are you saying you would impede the progress of the Empire?" The Commander looks back at Eh'rian impassive. "Never. Iwill always defend the Empire to the death. I will not however defend those who believe they are the Empire." Eh'rian chuckles. "Very well Commander. If you need me further I will be on deck 13, preparing the transfer of cargo." Eh'rian walks away with his entourage in tow. He silently activates a communicator. Klo, prepare to project 500 Holo troops for work duty to the Tal Shiar deck on my mark in 20 minutes. Mark." "Affirmative Major." Major Eh'rian, TSS Majestic |
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