STAR TREK
"WARSHIP GENOCIDE!"
Chapter 1
A binary system's twin G-type stars do a cosmically divine dance in the cold vacuum of space a scant, as far as Space-Time distances were concerned, 42-plus light-years from a blue-green globe playing home to Humans as well as Starfleet Command. With the United Federation of Planets proper headquartered on that third planet of the Sol system.
Sister stars whose distance from one another was, in regards to such stellar measurements, a mere 100 million kilometers. Twin stars whose sole Class-M planet, populated by large, basically barbaric Tribes led by a single solitary Teer...
That, strangely, was still six years away from Capellan puberty. Which happened to occur considerably sooner than in Humans and most humanoids whose worlds lay well within Federation borders.
But such was not the only unique turn of events involving this Teer of the Ten Tribes of Capella IV.
Due to a sudden, but not at all atypical, "leap" in the DNA development revolving 'round the mental acuity of this physically infantile Teer. Something that had happened upon numerous populated planets throughout the Federation and beyond. Wherein some dominant lifeforms took a genetic jump that would inevitably lead to an improved model that would very gradually replace the older ones.
Such as, for Humans, when Cro-Magnon arose to replace, somewhat swiftly it would indeed seem from the overall evolutionary scheme of things, Neanderthal...or when such as Surak of Vulcan came forth from the deep desert dubbed The Forge to, generally, lead all of Vulcan to logic-over-emotion.
And such was the case on Capella IV with...
"My son, Teer Leonard James Akaar, speaks wisely," the still lovely Eleen, despite the passage of Capellan years, which were harder and shorter than that of Humans. "And rightly! This visit from a Romulan warrior from what they call a warbird so high above our Ten Tribes, does, indeed, offer our world...our race!...with a way to take our righteous rule to other 'tribe-planets'."
"But why should we listen," began a broad shouldered, 6'10" inheritor to Maab named Noor with detectable disdain for his too-young Teer, "to this...freak of nature? Someone who, at his young-in-years level of Life, should still be struggling with being weaned from his mother's ample bosom. Much less speaking as a battle-tried man!"
Just as Eleen, wife to a killed-in-battle leader, Akaar, mother to his posthumous heir, slowly stood in order to rail against a slightly taller Noor...
"You should listen because I am Teer," viciously snarled the son in question as he eased himself into a standing position before his father's fur-covered throne. And, although his actual accrued years of Life loosely matched that of a two-year-old Human...
It was his supreme sentience and far-seeing desires which were wholly unequaled by any adult Capellan. As well as his mercilessness when it came to any condescension...
Ssssslasssshhhh!
Whereas his unparalleled malignity managed to allow so small a hand to suddenly produce a razor-sharp sword from a scabbard hanging at his childlike waist, which would cut quickly and deeply through the clothed-in-Maab-like black of Noor's titanic, to him!, torso...
"Urk--!"
Thud!
Which brought forth dark red that preceded the dropping, dead!, of the Capellan previously towering o'er Teer Leonard James Akaar.
A sinister smirk graced his too-young countenance, as this prepubescent ruler of all Capella IV allowed his bloody sword to, seemingly, loosely dangle in his child-like hand as dark red dribbled onto the Teer tent's dirt-hard ground.
All while glaring warningly up at some of the other topknot-of-hair-through-headgear, thick-muscled men of Capella IV, warriors one-and-all!, and speaking with the cold confidence of someone many, many, many years his senior.
"If we Capellans are to ever rise to lay claim to our True Birthright...we must extend our power far beyond our own world. Otherwise, such as the Romulans and the Klingons before...even the Humans from which my two godfathers hail!...shall forever find ways to manipulate our planet...our planet!...for their own selfish necessities. Follow me, my Capellan comrades...and I shall lead you all...to greatness!"
With that, he lifted high the bloody blade, and a raucous warriors' roar thundered through the tent of the Teer and would soon swell to overwhelm their world...
Then, as the call of coming triumph fell into silence, a sword's wiped-clean blade was pressed threateningly 'neath the chin of a tightly-bound-to-tent post Romulan Commander. The same whom had beamed down nearly three hours earlier with a small-but-excessively self-assured away team from the Romulan Warbird orbiting above.
An away team that had been quite quickly lulled into a fatally false sense of security, especially so upon seeing the seeming toddler barely filling the fur-covered throne in the Teer's tent. His beauteous but all-too-Human appearing parent, Eleen, sprawled in a seat situated next to that of Leonard James Akaar.
Yet another psychological slap in the aphoristic face for one Commander T'Kornak and his helmeted men. To think: this Teer, with whom they must meet in order to obtain ore rights, particularly topaline, bore the name of two of the most hated Humans serving on the accursed starship, U.S.S. ENTERPRISE.
Such may have helped in making the nature of the situation seem completely non-confrontational, before...
Thweeew-tweerp! Thweeew-tweerp! Thweeew-tweerp! Thweeew-tweerp!
"Uhn!"
...whilst triple-tipped kilgats whistled straight and true in order to render disrupter-armed Romulan warriors, attached as security for T'Kornak, bloody and dead in a matter of moments.
And now this Freak Child held hostage a Romulan Commander before being threatened with a razor-edged sword that had already bloodily killed one of the Teer's own before fellow Capellan combatants. There was only one thing left to do the instant his ropes were slashed...
"This is Commander T'Kornak," the snarling Romulan, wearing the proper rank sash over slightly shimmering red-and-blue battle tunic, ordered via his hand-held communicator. "Six to transport up. Immediately!"
"Yes, Commander."
As the vicious snarl on the plump little face of Teer Leonard James Akaar became a sly smile, not only he and the Romulan Commander, but four of the Teer's bravest warriors, currently carrying disruptors taken from earlier-murdered helmeted Romulans...
"Commander T'Kornak, what...?"
Pfzzzzttt! Pfzzzzttt! Pfzzzzttt! Pfzzzzttt! Pfzzzzttt!
Within a half-hour, whereby all but those most necessary to the operation of so alien a craft as the Romulan Warbird...something unimaginable to most minds from Capella IV, but not so much to the mutated mind of the little Teer!...were brutally burned down via Capellans carrying disruptors.
It would one day be considered the most historically humiliating moment for Romulus. Save for the irrefutable fact that no Praetor would allow such an embarrassment to ever become common knowledge..even to the Senators. Let alone lowly citizens of the Star Empire.
But almost as an appropriated-by-Teer Leonard James Akaar Romulan Warbird attacked those of neighboring star systems, that were part and parcel of the United Federation of Planets, on this Stardate of 4981.4...
"Captain," Lt. Nyota Uhura relayed from her station situated behind her handsome commander's center seat, "incoming from Starfleet Command. Code-marked...urgent!"
As usual in such potentially tense situations, not only Captain James T. Kirk, but everyone else assigned to bridge-related work, most especially those seated at stations important to the operation of a Warp-traveling starship, perked up...
Even Commander Spock, the half-Human/half-Vulcan all-logical science officer/first officer of the esteemed ENTERPRISE, pricked up his pointy-tipped ears while lifting a single slanted brow.
"On screen, Lieutenant," ordered Captain Kirk quite quickly, although it seemed to all save Spock to have taken a lot longer to articulate the expected response.
"Aye, aye, sir," Lt. Uhura said as she swiftly allowed well-manicured/very experienced fingers to fly across the self-illuminated controls with which to comply with Kirk's normally commonplace command.
Two or three short-but-seemingly-too slow seconds later, a white-haired high-ranking Starfleet official's face shimmered onto the viewscreen that, just prior to this subspace transmission crossing the parsecs separating starship from homeworld, had shown only star-streaked Warped space...
"Admiral Komack?" uttered Kirk as he shifted anxiously in his center seat, already anticipating something especially apocalyptical.
"Captain Kirk," sternly stated Komack, while coldly looking out of the over-sized viewer dominating the minds and hearts of this illustrious starship's bridge personnel, "we have a serious situation taking place a few light-years from Capellan space. Beginning with an interrupted subspace communique from two Federation worlds along the Auriga-Gemini border. It'll be burst-transmitted to your ship's Communications, but suffice it to say...it involves a violent invasion-in-progress!"
"From whom?" Kirk asked sharply, as he leaned forward with forearms resting on his knees, even as the rest of him tensed tautly due to such dire implications.
A short-but-noticeable pause preceded Admiral Komack's quite unexpected reply...
"Teer Leonard James Akaar and a handful of loyal Capellans are apparently in total control of some surviving Romulans in their commandeered Warbird! Details of which will also be burst-transmitted to Communications."
Suddenly, the clear illogic, as Spock might've stated it, of contacting the ENTERPRISE, which was twice as far from the aforementioned close-to-Capella IV space Sectors being attacked, since at least two to four other Starfleet starships were closer still!, became quite clear...
"You want us to intercept," said Captain James T. Kirk while silently switching "us" for Dr. Leonard H. McCoy and himself. "Because of our 'relation' to the Teer and his mother, Eleen..."
"I want them stopped, James!" suddenly said the Admiral a moment prior to putting an abrupt end to his subspace messaged commands. "Before their threat to Federation security and stability spreads toward Earth. By any means necessary! Starfleet out."
Almost slumping into his command chair, Captain Kirk ordered of Lt.-Commander Montgomery Scott on the upper tier to his left, "Mr. Scott, we'll need maximum-plus Warp speed."
"Aye, Cap'n," Scotty sighed almost musically via his Scottish accented intonation, even as Kirk thumbed a button on the right arm of his center seat to speak with...
"Bones...meet Spock and me in the main briefing room. Fast! We have...'family trouble'."
END OF CHAPTER 1