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Unknown Attackers Sieze Control of Warship

Imperial Klingons
17-07-2005, 18:44
The ship lurched to one side and sparks flooded across the floor as another bolt of energy smashed through their depleted shielding and into the hull itself. Warriors nearly fell over as the shock managed to get past the inertial dampeners. Captain Klaa stood fast, not moving an inch.

"Secondary power systems have been hit!" one warrior shouted. "Combat effectiveness reduced by 40%!"

"They seem to be targeting none-critical systems," Klaa said thoughtfully. He seemed oblivious to the noise of their battle. Two Birds-of-Prey loomed ominously on the viewer, pounding their lone vessel with everything they had. And yet he remained so calm it almost seemed as though he was on drugs.

"Return fire, target their bridges," Klaa said. "Security; this is the Captain, prepare to 'welcome' boarding parties."

A green beam lanced out from their Vor'Cha-class attack cruiser, splashing against the enemy's shielding but not getting through. Which was odd considering a Bird-of-Prey should not be any match for them. Two high-yield photon torpedoes impacted with both of the small ships, engulfing their spaceframes in a ball of fire which dissipated quickly in the vacuum of space. They should have been powerful enough to destroy both ships out-right, even if they hadn't been hit by anything else before. But their shields held.

Sure enough, just after their retaliation was concluded, an intruder alert klaxon suddenly began blaring, and warriors on the bridge reached for their various handheld weapons. Even with their shields down nobody could transport directly to the bridge, but they could transport just outside of the main blast doors...

Klaa nodded as once again his instinct proved accurate; he could hear a fire fight just beyond the massive blast doors that lead into the main areas of their large battlecruiser.

"I count no additional lifesigns onboard, sir," a confused officer announced after scrutinising his console. "Nor any lifesigns on those two Birds-of-Prey."

"Our sensor systems must have been damaged," Klaa said, looking down at his console as the sounds of battle came closer to the bridge.

"No sir, they are fully functional," the officer shook his head. "We are not fighting anybody..."

"We must be fighting some kind of robo..."

Klaa broke off as the blast doors were violently wrenched open from the other side. A Klingon warrior stood in the doorway, somehow holding the huge metal bulkheads apart with nothing but his arms. He looked pale, had a blank stare in his lifeless eyes, and had multiple burn marks and blade lacerations all over his body. Several similarly-battered warriors slowly hobbled under his arms and onto the bridge. Disrupter fire impacted with their flesh, gouging chunks from them, but they did not even blink. They clumsily began knocking the defenders out with their bare hands, swinging their arms around as dead weights and ignoring any attacks against them.

"Computer, overload the warp core and disable anti-matter containment systems," Klaa shouted, realising he was the last warrior standing and several of their seemingly-invulnerable attackers were now casually sauntering towards him, their pale skin pockmarked with lethal, smoking wounds.

"Error: command and control systems have been damaged," the computer told him as he was beaten down to the ground by numerous attackers. Once he was lying limp, in a pool of his own lilac blood, they sauntered around as though not knowing what to do next. A few of them began clumsily punching control consoles.



The sleek attack cruiser silently began moving forwards, and the two Birds-of-Prey now fell into formation with it. They vanished off into the distance as they entered warp. Not one of them had any lifesigns, but repairs and modifications to the newly-captured vessel were already underway.



Several days later, the Klingon High Council issued a short, vague statement:



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High Council of the Klingon Empire

"The High Council acknowledges that three days ago, the IKS Groth, a Klingon Vor'cha-class attack cruiser under the command of Captain Klaa, did go missing after reporting an engagement with two stolen Klingon vessels. This is the third vessel to disappear under unusual circumstances.

As there was no debris we are assuming the IKS Groth was captured. If anyone encounters this vessel, or the two Birds-of-Prey responsible for its capture, outside of Klingon Imperial Territory, it is suggested that you regard them as armed, dangerous and rogue vessels and destroy them on-sight. Klingon Intelligence is looking into the identity of the attackers and the whereabouts of our ships. Until then this is an internal affair of the Empire, and previous border restrictions remain in effect."

General Dar'CHAK
Commander of the Klingon Imperial Defence Force
Imperial Klingons
17-07-2005, 23:02
Bump
Green Sun
17-07-2005, 23:14
"Green Sun is quite baffled, as well. With your permission, Green Sun would like to send one Large Cruiser, the Scorpius to investigate the situation, as it is the closest to your territory. We've been sending out our cruisers to find traces of fleeing Black Sun terrorists.
Imperial Klingons
18-07-2005, 15:14
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High Council of the Klingon Empire

"The presence of foreign military vessels within Imperial Klingon territory is not desirable, and border patrol forces will not tolerate such incursions for the time being. Thus far only three ships have gone missing and I think our security forces are perfectly capable of investigating and containing it on their own.

Your offer is appreciated, but keep it on standby for now in case the situation escalates beyond the control of a single nation. In the meantime I am confident that the situation can be rectified quickly."

General Dar'CHAK
Commander of the Klingon Imperial Defence Force

***

Meanwhile, deep within uncharted, unclaimed space, a merchantman flying no colours was cruising casually towards an asteroid base run by 'unfriendly' sorts. Interestingly, the vessel itself was armed far more heavily than a typical merchantman should have been, with some significant modifications to its armour and shielding. It obviously wasn't making a run of medical supplies or food rations to some needy colony; indeed, its cargo hold was filled with illegal weaponry, ship components and other equipment stolen, salvaged, or taken by force by their 'suppliers'. They would likely be used by whoever bought them to build up modify even more ships to be used for nefarious purposes.

It wasn't particularly large, though it was bulky and slow for its size. It had only a crew of two in a detachable living area at the front, with its entire aft section consisting of power systems and cargo space.



"70,000 Dakar credits," James said with a grin on his face, as he punched his co-pilot's arm roughly.

"There's no way that cost 70,000," Orlon laughed. "It's falling to bits! You were ripped off big-time, my friend!"

James waved around an enormous energy rifle, unknown origins. Its elegant gold plating was peeling off, its main power pack was apparently held in place by some kind of tape, and one of its panels was smashed.

"Maybe she don't look too good now," James said, stroking the aged weapon lovingly. "But when I've restored her, she'll knock whole starships outta the sky!"

"Yeah? So stop waving it around in here then," Orlon said nervously. "I think it might fire off a few without you even pulling the trigger..."

"Fine," James grunted miserably, plonking the large weapon down on the deck beside him. "Did ya run those power conversion thingies again like I told ya to?"

"No, I had some Romulan ale and fell asleep instead," Orlon snorted. "Screw it! We're nearly at Cape Cutlass anyway -- let their engineers figure it out."

"Yeah, if we even GET there, moron!" James shouted. "When are you gonna lift a finger? I don't think you should be gettin' 50% of the profits! You ain't moved a muscle since you came aboard!"

"Hey, I put up with you and your stink -- you're lucky I don't demand 75%," Orlon shrugged, rubbing the odd-looking ridge that ran across the top of his bald head. "Hey man, bite me, OK? I only need to make two more runs like this and I can buy myself a proper starcruiser, with all the bells and whistles..."

"I don't have to take this sh..."

An automated alert klaxon cut James off before he finished what he was going to shout, fortunately.

"What the hell is it now? That bastard better not have screwed us over!"

"Ships decloaking to stern, three of them," Orlon said. He pointed out of the window.

Sure enough, two Klingon Birds-of-Prey rippled into view, followed by a significantly larger Vor'cha-class attack cruiser. They were in an attack formation; the Birds-of-Prey had their wings lowered menacingly as they pushed forward towards them.

"Klingons?!" James spluttered. "Shit -- they must be onto us! Vaporise the cargo quick!"

"Klingons don't patrol this far out into uncivilised space, dimwit," Orlon snapped. "We ain't dumpin' our cargo either. I'm rackin' us up to full impulse. I'll go and try to get the warp drive back online -- remember those weapons we fitted? Use 'em! Klingons don't take prisoners..."

"Gotcha!" James said, swinging his chair around and pulling down what looked like a periscope off a submarine.



As the Birds-of-Prey approached the merchantman, their shields began to glow as their prey began firing surprisingly heavy weapons at them. But, as when they had seized the large ship which now flew with them, they remained unfazed. Their green disrupters blasted at the shielding of the merchantman as they made a pass. But they were only softening her up.

The Vor'cha had much heavier weapons. Its own banks erupted, lancing out green beams and spitting out volleys of photon torpedoes. The shields of the merchantman collapsed almost instantly and her engines were obliterated in a fantastic explosion of green plasma fires and sparks, sending her spiralling out-of-control. The two Birds-of-Prey locked tractor beams onto her to stop her from spinning too far away.

After a few minutes of silence, the three Klingon ships suddenly pulled away and headed off, disappearing behind their cloaks once more. The merchantman drifted peacefully in their wake, leaking atmosphere and leaving a small trail of sparks and puffs of plasma fire. Her cargo hold was empty.
Prates
18-07-2005, 16:22
as pointed out before by multiplue people internal dameners do not reduce the effect of explosions out side the ship only inside(because im not ft someone corret me is im wrong)
Imperial Klingons
18-07-2005, 16:39
as pointed out before by multiplue people internal dameners do not reduce the effect of explosions out side the ship only inside(because im not ft someone corret me is im wrong)

OOC: Firstly, they're called 'inertial dampeners', not 'internal dameners'. Look up 'inertia', and then bear in mind that the ship's computer can only reduce its effects if it has already predicted it -- for example, when the ship accelerates or comes to a halt under normal circumstances. Outside forces such as weapons fire may not be predicted (or accounted for quickly enough) and as such the inertial dampeners will not be automatically set appropriately to block their effects. Hence why the crew may suffer from them. Which, I believe, I made a point of illustrating anyway, thus making me wonder what the point of that statement was in the first place.
Secondly, what does it matter? None of it exists anyway. They're all plot devices, and I have little interest in focusing on them.
Thirdly, if you have nothing of value to add I'd prefer it if you didn't add anything at all. It's a little disheartening to write more than four pages worth of stuff only for someone to tell me that I don't understand what internal dameners are as though they have only read the first few words.
Green Sun
19-07-2005, 01:51
Response from Green Sun Navy:
Green Sun thanks you and the Scorpius will be ready to aid you in any way possible if its services are necessary or desired.
We also ask you to keep an eye out for Black Sun terrorists. They have been known to attack otehr nations or species that Green Sun has had little or no contact with before.
Imperial Klingons
19-07-2005, 02:56
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High Council of the Klingon Empire

"Border security has been stepped up in response to these events. They will keep a look out for all unknowns, including any foreign terrorists. Thank you for your warning."

General Dar'CHAK
Commander of the Klingon Imperial Defence Force

...
Gelfland
19-07-2005, 03:15
{This looks interesting.. I shAll be followinG it.}
Imperial Klingons
22-07-2005, 15:57
"...and so was your mother!"

"You dare insult the honour of the House of Raktos?!" the insulted warrior roared, throwing the table to one side and knocking the chair backwards as he jumped to his feet.

"How can I insult the honour of a House that has no honour?" the other warrior laughed. "Your House is ruled by a dishonourable imbecile, and you have a history of cowardly tactics! Why, right now I am sure you are contemplating a brilliant 'running away' strategy! Har har har har!"

"Your blood will stain the decks of this ship, patak!" the warrior, named Kee'Bhor, bellowed, pulling a d'k tahg from his side and bearing his ill-kept teeth.

"This is very possible," Marg nodded, looking down. He paused, looked up, and grinned. "But not today."

The insulted warrior lunged at his adversary, swiping at him madly with his d'k tahg. Marg simply laughed, catching Kee'Bhor's arm mid-swipe. Kee'Bhor struggled, but Marg simply intensified his grip until Kee'Bhor dropped the knife. He then used Kee'Bhor's weight against by flipping him over his back and smashing him into the metal table nearby. Kee'Bhor hit with such force the metal legs bent and the table collapsed.

Surrounding warriors roared with laughter as the dazed Kee'Bhor lay in the middle of the crumpled table, wriggling around as he tried to get out.

"Ready to run away yet, my friend?" Marg laughed.

Kee'Bhor managed to free himself from the table and launched himself through the air at Marg, roaring angrily. Mid-flight, however, the ship violently rumbled, knocking Marg to his knees. Kee'Bhor flew straight over him and knocked down several tables like bowling pins, covering himself in fresh gagh in the process.

Alarm klaxons pierced the laughter as red lights began to flash. The ship shook once again as the warriors left Kee'Bhor to clean himself up.



"Tactical!" Marg said as he strode onto the bridge. The viewscreen switched to a complicated overlay of the sector, with Klingon text scrolling all over the place. Their Negh'var-class dreadnought and its small fleet sat in the centre. Three other Klingon contacts approached on an attack vector, firing weapons at the assortment of ships. "Status?"

"Two Birds-of-Prey and one Vorcha-class Attack Cruiser decloaked at bearing wej-wej-chorgn wa'maH, sir," a tactical officer shouted. "They opened fire without communication. Their weapons appear to be operating at dangerously over-powered levels, as do their shields. They will deal heavy damage to us, but they will burn out in a protracted battle."

"Fleet status?"

"One Bird-of-Prey has sustained moderate damage to her weapons systems and has moved to the aft flank for repairs," the officer said. "We have sustained minor shield damage, as have two Vor'chas."

"Excellent," Marg boomed. "Instruct the forward Vor'cha wing and two B'rel squadrons to take offensive formation, strategy javDicjh. Tactical, prepare torpedoes."



Three Vor'cha-class vessels pushed away from the small fleet, followed by eight B'rel-class Birds-of-Prey. They arced around and brought their forward weapons to bear on their attackers. Green bolts of highly destructive energy pelted their enemy, and the attackers returned fire. Their first barrage focussed on a single Bird-of-Prey, blasting it to pieces within seconds. They then spread their fire between the remaining eleven ships, causing significant damage to their shields but nothing more.

The three Imperial Klingon Vor'cha moved to attack the renegade Vor'cha while the Birds-of-Prey began to pursue the two renegade vessels of the same class. They were splitting them up. When the enormous Negh'var-class dreadnought began to pound the renegade Vor'cha with its enormously powerful forward weapons systems, the vessel's shields buckled. Holes were gouged through her armour as she was pounded into submission. Sparks and plasma fires burst from her innards until she finally succumbed; the explosion shook all nearby craft.



"Enemy cruiser is destroyed, sir," the tactical officer said. "The rema..."

He was cut off by an intruder alert alarm on his panel.

"Sir, some... thing beamed onto our ship just before they exploded!" the officer said.

"Security breach, all warriors prepare for battle," Marg roared, standing to his feet. He pulled out his disrupter pistol and checked it over. "Secure the bridge."

"I'm not detecting any lifesigns, sir," the tactical officer shrugged. "Perhaps it was a computer glitch?"

"DujlIj yIvoq," Marg snarled, muttering something about 'instincts' in Klingon. "Commander Thrak'MOK, I leave you in command of the bridge. I shall investigate this matter. Make sure those Birds-of-Prey do not escape..."

He stomped across the metal decks and through the doors at the rear of the bridge, heading off in search of combat.
Gelfland
25-07-2005, 09:02
The stars, like dust encircle me
in living mists of light;
and all of space I seem to see
in one vast burst of sight.

It was part of an ancient poem, from a world long dead.
perhaps, thought natalia, some had survived, escaped to the stars.
certainly, those four lines seemed remarkably similar to her own experiences with hyperdrive.

she was a pilot, and the eldest daughter of two Thra cultists. she didn't talk about her past much, but it was there, what she had been taught growing up, it helped make her one of the best in the fleet, and made her the target of suspicion.
it was a routine jump, everything seemed normal, but, she felt something out there. something completely contrary to evrything she knew, felt it reaching out across the void, searching. The feeling faded as the ship returned to normal space, but she knew it was out there, somewhere.