A/N

Was ist das? After almost 3 years, (Has it really been that long?) I have finally decided to plop out a sequel to a story, that for anyone who read the first one, has probably forgotten everything that happened in it, or that it even existed.

Also, a ridiculously popular multiplayer game called Overwatch has been released since I posted the first story. This was unanticipated and a coinkydink. Before anyone thinks it, this is not some bizarro crossover.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Of course, Star Trek and all of its characters belong to CBS/Paramount. No copywrite infringement intended.

Recap (Contains spoilers for the first story)

Starbase 59 is a new station on the frontier. It's big but understaffed. While on route to his new posting, the ship Admiral Thalon is aboard, the USS Evergreen is destroyed by Klingons and the survivors are stranded on a moon until help can arrive.

The Klingon vessel is there to observe Starfleet in that sector and isn't supposed to reveal themselves, however, there was a mutiny and take over by a Klingon named Kroless, who imprisoned the Captain.

Eventually, aid arrives but there is a battle. During the altercations, the Klingon ship is damaged and can no longer pursue. The survivors, including the admiral are rescued and they escape back to Starbase 59.

The Klingon ship's first officer, with help from the engineer and others, manage to retake the Klingon ship from Kroless and put the rightful captain, Wruk back in command. However, the crew no longer respects Wruk due to his failure in allowing Kroless to take command. They see T'kinta, the first officer as the rightful captain as she was the one who organized the retaking of the ship. Knowing that her presence now jeopardised his position, Wruk is forced to challenge her to combat, one that will result in one being killed and the other taking the ship as their own. The challenge ends with Wruk being killed by T'kinta and her taking the rank of Captain.

During this, a colony world has reported that a strange ship has landed outside their main city and the USS London is sent to investigate. On arrival, they discover that the colony has been destroyed.

Chapter One

T'kinta, Captain of the Imperial Klingon Ship K'intlaj, sat stiffly in the command chair as she stared out fiercely at the viewscreen which was currently displaying the Starfleet frigate U.S.S. London.

They both shared an orbit together over what had once been a Federation colony world. It seemed the planet had succumbed to a rather vicious attack, one that had wiped out every single one of the inhabitants and irradiated the cities making recolonization in the near future unlikely.

The Starfleet vessel had absolutely no idea that they were in orbit with them and she had Chief Engineer Morro to thank for that. Without him and his fellow engineers, they would have been unable to sustain their cloak for so long due to the damage they had sustained from the Starfleet battlecruiser designated as the U.S.S. Shaandra.

Of course, if it hadn't been for the traitor Kroless, they wouldn't have been damaged in the first place, nor would her now former future mate, Wruk, be dead. Kroless was dead himself, killed by her love Wruk. With the traitor dead, she had thought that it was over, that Wruk would take his place and be the rightful commander of this vessel.

It wasn't to be.

Because of Kroless' betrayal, Wruk had lost the respect of the crew. He had lost the ability to be a commanding presence others found worthy of following and as such was no longer truly the master of his ship. Instead, the crew looked to her for leadership, something that Wruk rightly saw as a challenge to his authority, to his place as the keeper of this vessel.

Order and respect had to be re-established, his role as the commander had to be re-asserted and maintained. He needed to prove that he deserved the respect of the crew and to do that he issued a challenge to her.

That challenge was combat, as was their way. The winner would prove themselves worthy to take command of the ship, and the loser's life would be forfeit. It was the most basic and easiest way for him to regain control and tradition and her own honour demanded she accepted.

Looking back now, T'kinta questioned as to whether Wruk had been thinking straight. Perhaps the shame of losing the ship to Kroless had been too much for him and no matter what he did, no matter how much greater he became, that utter and complete failure would have always loomed over him. It would be a shame that he could never let go of, like a dagger hanging over his head that was ready to fall and skewer him at any moment.

With it over and him dead, K'tinka couldn't help but wonder if she should have relented her honour for her love and taken his blade to her throat willingly? She hated herself for taking Wruk's life and she knew it was far too late to dwell on it now, but she couldn't help it. He was dead by her blade and now she was in command of the ship that should be, by all rights, his.

"Captain, the Earther ship has broken orbit at half-impulse."

T'kinta looked over at the freshly promoted lieutenant who manned the tactical station. She couldn't remember his name, only that he hardly deserved to be on the bridge, let alone in charge of the weapons.

"It is a Starfleet ship," she corrected, with a sneer.

He simply shrugged in response, much to her annoyance.

She turned forward and faced the helm. "Pursue them at maximum sensor range. Match their speed and course. Let us see where they are going."

T'kinta rose up from where she sat and strode up to the tactical station. Unlike she, who had a heavy ridged forehead and brow, the man who operated her previous station had a head as smooth as a humans.

He looked at her as she spoke to him, her tone not hiding the contempt she felt for him. "Do you know why it is not an Earther ship?" she asked.

"No," he replied with disinterest.

She turned to Devuk, who manned the communications board. "Do you know why?"

The other smooth-headed Klingon responded immediately, "Because the U.S.S. London crewed by Andorians."

"Correct," she affirmed, glaring at the poor excuse for a weapons officer. "Andorians are not humans and they are not from Earth."

The man shrugged again, making her grind her teeth. T'kinta seriously considered smashing her forehead into his, but held back, as his fragile, smooth head, might just cave in from the blunt force of the impact.

"Call them Starfleet, or nothing at all," she commanded.

"I will, Captain," he said, again with disinterest.

"See that you do," she warned, as she moved back to her chair.

The helmsman glanced back at her. "They are heading towards the outer part of the star system," he reported.

"When they go to warp, we will follow," T'kinta ordered. "It is about time we continued the mission we were sent out here to do."

The mission they had been given was to find out the reason why Starfleet and the Federation were out here. Was it the simple expansion of their boarders, or was there something more insidious behind it? The Empire had learned to be very observant of the Federation and their allies. Sometimes their interest in a new sector wasn't simply to expand their influence. On occasion, there had also been ulterior, far more dangerous motives.

It was her duty to the Empire to discover if this was the case here, that they were hiding something, or if it was simple expansion as what was claimed? The destruction of one of their colonies made her lean towards the former.

T'kinta leant back in her chair and stared out at the Starfleet frigate which was displayed clearly on their viewer.

Unlike the Humans, which she despised, she respected the Andorians. It was her opinion that if it hadn't been for the formation of the Federation, that they would have been a great civilisation and would have been at the seat of a magnificent empire.

Instead, they had fallen in line like dogs and followed the Humans, Vulcans and the Tellarites. They were warriors at heart, not politicians and pacifists like the aforementioned Humans and Vulcans and they certainly weren't the vermin that were the Tellarites. They preferred action like the Klingons, not pointless talk.

There were times of course when the Humans had impressed her. Such as the battle between the K'intlaj and the Shaandra not too long ago. They had held their own and that made her blood sing. Unfortunately, such battles were too far and few, especially with Starfleet ships.

As she stared at the aft of the frigate as it approached the edge of the system, she felt the compulsion to attack, to show her worth as a warrior. To be able to fight these Andorians would be glorious. Though, unlike Kroless before her, she was able to control herself. Attacking the frigate would do nothing except put their mission further into jeopardy.

The voice of the weapons officer distracted her from her musing. "The Earther-" He paused briefly before correcting himself. "The Starfleet vessel is powering up their warp drive," he reported.

"Excellent," she replied. "Helm, pursue at our maximum sensor range. I don't want to risk them noticing us."

"Yes, Captain."

It was time to see where their base of operations was located. She already suspected its location within a four light year radius. It was time to see if she had been accurate in her deduction, based off of transmissions the London had received and sent.

Once she had the location of the sectors primary starbase, they would map out as many Federation colony worlds and patrols as they could find.

Suddenly a thought occurred to her, one that should be obvious, but judging who she had at hand on the bridge, might not be to them. She addressed the helm loudly. "If any large space stations appear on sensors, drop us out of warp and keep our distance. I don't want to risk being detected and space stations have far better sensors than a starship."

"Yes, Captain," the helmsman acknowledged.

T'kinta turned to the tactical officer. "Did you understand also?"

"Yes," he replied.

It was her suspicion that the current weapons officer had been one of those that had been on the side of Kroless. His attitude towards her and his duty did not befit an officer of the Empire. If it didn't change soon, then she would have to discipline him.

That, unfortunately, would require her to think of one. The usual punishment would result in him being unable to perform his duty for a time, and she couldn't afford to lose any more crew members, even if it was only temporarily.

"Starfleet vessel is holding at warp factor six," the helmsman reported.

"Very good," she replied, before rising from her seat. "Inform me of any changes. This includes their course, speed, or if any other ships appear on sensors." She turned to Devuk who sat at communications. "You have the deck."

She promptly left, without waiting for confirmation as to whether he had understood her. Instead of taking the elevator, T'kinta preferred to travel about the ship on foot. Just the concept of an elevator on a battleship seemed ridiculous to her. If one couldn't get around using just their legs, then in her opinion, they didn't belong here and they certainly weren't any kind of warrior.

The captain climbed down the access-way ladder and continued on aft down the long straight corridor that led to the stardrive section of the ship.

It wasn't long until she had arrived at her intended destination in engineering. Morro rose up from where he was sat near the main matter/anti-matter reaction chamber upon her arrival.

"Captain," he said with respect. "The cloak is functioning perfectly. Main core is operational, however, there is still some damage from the earlier battle that still needs attention."

"It will have to wait for the moment," she told him.

"It needs to be seen to eventually," he warned.

"I expect you to do just that," she replied." "Is there a reason you haven't seen to these repairs yet?"

"Some of them will need the warp core to be taken off-line."

T'kinta growled. "That would leave us defenceless and without our cloak," she pointed out.

"If I leave it, then there's the chance we will be made defenceless at an inopportune time."

"Then it is urgent?"

"It will need to be seen to soon. The longer we leave it, the longer it may take to repair."

"I understand," T'kinta accepted. "At the earliest time, I will let you do your work."

"I may have the opportunity sooner, rather than later," he said. It was obvious to her that he was hinting at something.

"Explain."

"We are following a Starfleet vessel, correct?"

T'kinta nodded with affirmation. "We are."

"Do you know where they are headed?"

"I believe they are going to their home base within this sector," she said to him, before adding, "If you have a point, make it. I grow weary of you skirting around whatever it is you are trying to say."

"If that is where we believe the science vessel Kroless destroyed was headed, then wouldn't it be possible to triangulate the base's location without us needing to follow this ship?"

T'kinta smiled. "Interesting," she said. "If both are the same location as my own ideas on where their base may be, then I will give you the time you need to make your repairs."

"That is all I ask, Captain."

"Very well." T'kinta turned and promptly left, making her way forward, back to the bridge. It hadn't been her intention to return there so soon after leaving, however, she couldn't trust those on the bridge to be able to triangulate headings without making a mess of it.

A few minutes later, she was stepping back onto the bridge. The tactical officer turned to her with a slight sneer. "Back so soon?" he said, poorly masking his disdain.

Without responding to his remark, she made her way over to him. "Move," she commanded.

He stepped aside, but not without growling his annoyance at her. Ignoring him once again, she recalled the data logs on where the science vessel Kroless had ordered destroyed was headed before they had detected them. Cross referencing them with the direction the frigate they were following and the transmissions it had sent, she narrowed down the location to a point within a quarter-light year radius.

It was still a huge area, but they would be able to pick up converging warp signatures and if there was a significant object such as a starbase, they would be able to pick that up easily. She was now confident that following the frigate was no longer necessary.

"Helm." Captain T'kinta began, "drop us out of warp."

"Yes, sir," he acknowledged.

The tactical officer frowned at her. "Are we no longer pursuing?" he questioned.

"No need," she replied. "I know where they are going."

"Do you now," he said unconvinced, with an air of disrespect.

T'kinta pounded her forehead into his face hard, causing him to fall to the deck, clutching his bloodied face.

"Learn how to address the master of this vessel properly!" she spat.

Without checking if he was okay, she left him to bleed. The truth was that she didn't care at that moment if he bled to death right there. It would show others not to speak to her as he had.

Loyal officers such as Morro and Devuk were another matter. They had proven themselves to her. She saw them as comrades, as fellow warriors. The importance of their loyalty was amplified by the fact the ship was undermanned. That also made Salyan, their alien physician more important. It was now more imperative to make sure the crew was healthy and could man their stations.

Knowing that she couldn't afford to have the insolent officer injured, she considered calling the doctor, until the man clambered back to his feet and stumbled back to his post, blood staining his forehead where the impact had split the flesh open.

She turned away in disgust at the pitiful sight and stood next to the command chair, activating the intercom that lay on the arm. "Engineer Morro!" she barked into it.

"Morro here," he replied. Before adding, "You sound happy, is everything well?"

"Not now!" T'kinta snapped at him.

"Apologies, Captain. Why did you call?"

"You can make your repairs if you so wish."

"I'll start at once," he said with clear gratitude.

"Do not take too long," she warned him. "I do not like being defenceless and without warp power."

"It will be done as quickly as we can, Captain," he reassured her.

"Make sure it is. Bridge out." She closed the channel, before stomping off for the exit. "You are in command again, Devuk."

T'kinta contemplated going to her quarters and resting, but the insolence of her tactical officer frustrated her which had in turn made her feel angry. She needed to vent it, so she decided headed for the ship's gymnasium instead.

Since taking command, she felt as though she'd had less and less time to work out and hone her skills, and more time looking over repair and crew reports, which bored her no end. Working out and training was something she had to keep on top of, or she would risk becoming idle.

She also hoped that increasing her time there would help her keep her anger in check. Head-butting the officer had been a mistake, regardless of how poor his attitude was. She knew that she could have easily accidentally broken his neck or caved in his skull, which was something she couldn't afford right now.

The simple truth was that they couldn't afford any more battles, either from enemy ships or from within. Every death now would have a major effect on the running of the ship. For them to be able to complete their objectives, they needed every last body to be both alive and be able to perform their duties.

It was her own duty to the Empire to see that their mission was a success. If they failed, then it would bring her and her crew dishonour and that she couldn't abide.

T'kinta stepped into the gymnasium, which was separated into several parts. The largest area was for combat training, an area for practising form, an area for lifting weights and so on. She moved directly over to the mat and began practising her moves. From palm strikes to sweeping leg movements, she pushed herself, until her frustration had been replaced by fatigue.

Instead of leaving, however, she moved over to the weights and began to lift, exercising her biceps. She could feel the anger and stress continue to bleed away.

But deep down, no matter how hard she tried, no matter what diversion she participated in, she couldn't forget or forgive herself for killing Wruk.

It would be something that would haunt her forever. There was nothing that could ever relieve the feeling of loss. It was only made worse by the fact that it had been by her own blade that he had met his fate.

The only consolation was that his final words were how her striking him dead would make him proud. Her only hope was that he was looking down at her from the halls of Stovokor and was smiling, that he truly was proud of her. Because she wasn't proud. She hated herself for what she had done and she didn't know if the feeling would ever go away for as long as she lived.