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The group entered the ship's sickbay. A combination of both nurses and medical technicians scuffled around the room. A blond haired Vulman appeared to be firing out a series of orders. Captain Dumas raised his eyebrow: "Where is the doctor?"He asked the man. Kuvak was stitching up a large gash in fellow crew member's arm. " He is I."He said bluntly, not even bothering to look up. "Where is Doctor Synak?"The captain asked more specifically. "He is dead."Kuvak responded with a hint of irritation, "His body was found decapitated in the debris of the explosion."
Dumas repressed a look of disgust. "Where is Doctor Magus?"He inquired the whereabouts of the second doctor. Kuvak sighed as he finished his patient's third set of stiches: "He is dead too. His body was recovered along with Synak's."Captain Dumas looked mortified: "Where is Doctor T'Sarah?"Kuvak pointed to his patient. "She is currently unconscious, Sir."
The guards walked into the room, carrying Tomek's body on a long board. Kuvak turned around to witness the limpless man. "Hannibal,"Kuvak shouted to the nurse practioner across the room. The older man turned away from a burn victim. "Yes, Osu."Kuvak took a breath: "Please take over."Hannibal signaled a technician to attend to his previous patient, and replaced the physician. Kuvak walked over to the group and stripped off his bloody gloves.
"Somal,"he greeted his friend warmly. He then made an inquiry:"What do we have here?"T'Hana spoke up: "He has had blood loss, a concussion, and possible brain damage." Kuvak looked up at the young woman. "You are physician, are you not?"T'Hana nodded her head. "I will need a spare set of hands. We will need to perform a scan to analysize the extent of his damage."
T'Hana nodded her head. "Somal,"she motioned to her brother, and placed her daughter in his arms. K'las immediately gripped Somal's pant leg. For one second, Dumas look highly amused at his younger colleague. Somal made an inquiry to his superior:"Captain, how many of the crew members are on board at the moment?"Dumas responded: " 218 of the 250 elected crew members are currently on board. Of which, 207 are high functioning and can report to duty. 17 members have been reported dead or missing from the explosion. 15 members have made their whereabouts known. They safely made their way to shuttle pods during the bombing. We are currently awaiting their arrival."
T'Hana turned around as she held a scanner. "You cannot honestly think we are going to continue this mission after an event like this. Some of these people are in critical medical condition."Kuvak sighed to himself. He was internally conflicted. His ego wished to continue on as member of the Navis Sanctus, but as a physician he had to advise caution instead.
Dumas looked to Somal. "Please meet me in my ready room."The captain turned around and signaled Michel and T'Pel Menstral to follow. Once the captain was far enough away, Michel Menstral whispered provocatively into Somal's ear: "I was not aware you had laid with a woman as of late. She must have been quite something to attract the likes of you."He scanned the children. "Then again, while I can see a resemblance between you and the girl, the boy looks nothing like of you. She must have laid with several men."Somal pushed Michel away. He attempted to avoid resulting to physical harm for the sake of his niece and nephew.
Somal attempted to ignored his vulgar comment, not wanting to give Michel the satisfaction he wished. T'Pel looked emotionless as ever; then again, she appeared to be ignoring their conversation. After traveling down two escalators, and walking down three long hallways, they arrived at the captain's ready room. Captain Dumas, along with the two Klingons, Corporal Gladius and few unknown others were located in the room.
Gladius and the captain appeared to be engaging in a battle of the wits.
"We cannot embark on this mission."Gladius exclaimed in exasperation. "We have no knowledge of whom is responsible for this bombing. It would be impulsive to attempt a voyage into deep space when our own world has been thrown into chaos."Captain Dumas rolled his eyes. "Quit your hysterics, Gladius."Gladius looked as if he may protest. "Administrator Sopek warned us something like this might occur. Someone has deliberately attempted to dissuade us from participating in travel to NX-156. This bombing may simply be a distraction to hide the truth."
"Truth of what?"T'Pel inquired with a slightly elevated voice. Captain Dumas shrugged his shoulders: "Corruption, no doubt."Corporal Gladius now rolled his own eyes: "You do not honestly think that the 'Vulcans' are responsible for this? Do you?"Dumas shook his head: "It does not matter what I believe. This is no longer a meeting to discuss financial transactions and territory claims between Andoria and Neovulterra. This is a formal investigation of NX-156."
Somal raised an eyebrow. "Surely you don't believe the Andorians are responsible for these atrocities."Dumas shook his head: "Klingon intelligence reports that the Vulcan and the Andorians sighed a peace treaty two years ago. Have you ever considered the possibility the Andorians may be working on the Vulcan behalf?"Somal looked flabbergasted at the answer.
"Nevertheless, we must prevail."Dumas turned to Gladius: "Send a report to each sector. We will be fully operational in half a hour."Gladius raised an eyebrow: "Meaning?"Captain Dumas turned to the entire group: " We will be departing for NX-156. This mission is still on."
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Somal sat with a pad on his desk. His office was located exactly below bridge. Somal attempted to fill out the required contracts. He was sure the members of the Navis Sanctus were violating at least five rules. Acting without notifying the council in an extreme incidence like this was one of them. He sighed to himself.
Somal observed his young niece and nephew. He had requested a blanket for them to play on. However, in the end, K'las was the only one who ended up utilizing the sheet. The young boy sat up and read his novel,The Count of Monty Christo,on Somal's spare pad while his niece, T'Sina, slept on his couch in the fetal position. Somal was very grateful for this.
He heard a knock on his door and briefly looked up from his pad. "Come in."He exclaimed to the knocker. The door flashed open and T'Pel quickly entered the small room. "Turn on your screen."She motioned to computer next to his desk. "Lower your voice."He motioned to the sleeping child. T'Pel choose to ignore his statement, but she did pay him the courtesy of fulfilling his request. She turned on the screen. Captain Dumas was speaking:" I want to take a moment to honor the seventeen-crew members whose lives were taken from them this morning. As members of the crème de la crème, they would have made a valuable asset to this ship."There was a moment of silence. " I have received orders from the High Command. We will be traveling to NX-156 to carry out a formal investigation. This is no longer a diplomatic mission. This is criminal investigation. I expect every crewmember on this ship will perform to the best of their ability, regardless of the atrocities the have recently occurred. We will not allow our fellow brethrens' death to be in vain."
Dumas took a deep breath and then continued to speak: "We will not allow the guilty to go unpunished. Whatever the goals of our previous mission, ignore them. We will use any force necessary to complete this investigation."There was a strong silence. "Neovulterra will prevail. Let us not forget this moment in our history. Let us not remember this moment as time of sorrow and destruction, but as time of enlightenment. Today is the day we release the first warp nine vessel. Today is the day we enter a new chapter of our history as we conquer the stars."Somal could here clapping in the background. "Vulmen for Vulmen. We will prevail, and no one shall stop us. Now let us go find these demons from 'Satana' who did this. Dumas out!"
Somal raised an eyebrow in shock. "The High Command approved this?"He looked to T'Pel. She shook her head. "It would be appear so."The ship began to rock. Somal gripped onto his chair. The loud speakers came on: "Pardon the interruption,"exclaimed a Vulman female, "we are having some problems with the hall plating on floor 3, please be patient. You may experience some temporary vibrations. Thank you for your collaboration."Somal closed his eyes. K'las raised his eyebrows: "Did grandma have the babies yet?"T'Pel raised an eyebrow. She had not realized K'las was there.
Somal chose to ignore him temporarily. "I can come back later."Somal shook his head. "No,"he stated, "there is work to be done."He went to the other side of his desk and picked up a pad. "We will need to reorganize all our contracts. Our investors will not be pleased."He handed her the pad. " I have prepared a list of things that need to be addressed."T'Pel nodded her head. She then pulled a pad out of her robe: "I have as well."Somal raised an eyebrow. He had no expected his colleague to be as equally prepared.
"Will you be accompanying the captain down to the colony?"T'Pel inquired of him. " I am the second highest ranking officer on this ship."Somal muttered to her. "I am obligated to participate in this investigation."There was a tad of disgust in his voice. T'Pel raised her eyebrow in amusement. " I have been told you are a multiculturalist."She asked lightly. He raised his head: " I am sure your … brother … has told you a great many things about me."
She shrugged her shoulders: "May I be so bold to make an inquiry?"Somal shifted his head: "Depends how bold your inquiry is."He said with a tad of sarcasm."What do you see in foreign alliances?"Somal took a deep breath and was about to respond. K'las, however, interrupted them. " Did you know the word 'Multiculturist' is a similar variation of the word multiculturalism? While multiculturalist is typically used to describe a person who supports a mixed combination of ethnicities working together in a society, multiculturalism refers to a doctrine or belief: the presence, or the support for presence, of several or distinct cultural groups in society."
K'las exclaimed with pride. T'Pel looked at the boy rather oddly, and the turned to his uncle. "I was not aware your son had studied intense social sciences … especially at such a young age."Somal rolled his eyes: " He has not. He just repeats everything he hears."A smile reached K'las's face. The boy was so naïve he didn't realize he was being insulted. "He is not my son. He is my sister's son." T'Pel nodded his head: "That explains a lot. He does not resemble you."
T'Pel spoke again: " I did not mean that as insult. However, his physical features vary from yours immensely."She looked down at K'las. The young boy had dark blue eyes. He had straight black, slanted eyebrows, and pointed ears. "Yes,"Somal stated bluntly, "He is the spitting image of his father."T'Pel glanced in amusement. "Indeed."
Somal's COM went off. "Dumas to Somal."Somal touched the ringer. "Yes, Captain." Somal responded to his superior. "We will be arriving to NX-156 shortly. Please be ready to meet us at the shuttle pod."Somal shook his head: "Yes Sir. I will be down shortly."He turned to T'Pel. "Is T'Pel there?"Dumas asked the young lawyer. "Yes, captain."Dumas took a breath: "I expect you to attend as well. Your mining expertise will be needed."T'Pel shook her head: "Yes, captain."Dumas exhaled briefly: "Good, Dumas out."
"We will finish conversation later."Somal exclaimed to his colleague. He then walked out of his office. "Sandra," he stated to his middle-aged personal assistant, "Please inform my sister I am leaving for the surface. She will need to come and collect her children. Please watch them for the time being."The older women nodded her head, "Yes, Sir."Somal then walked back into his office and retrieved his suitcase and his outer robes.
He looked down to his nephew. "I expect you to be on your best behavior while I am gone."The boy looked at him oddly: "When have I not been on my best behavior?"Somal narrowed his eyes. "You know what I mean. Also, please from making random inappropriate comments to Sandra."The boy shifted his head in confusion. He then turned to T'Pel: "Are you ready?"She nodded her head.
"Uncle,"K'las inquired, "May I ask you question."Somal stated as he tied his outer robes and nodded his head. "What is sex?"Somal's eyebrows shot clear into hairline. "I beg your pardon."Somal asked with a slightly elevated voice. T'Pel looked highly amused and humored her colleague: "Were these the highly inappropriate statements you were referring to?"K'las looked completely innocent: "I need further clarification for this vocabulary word. What does sex mean."He raised the pad to his uncle.
Somal ripped the pad away from his and analyzed the sentence. He let out a breath in relief. "It means gender."K'las nodded his head and took his pad back. He then looked his uncle. He noticed he was turning bright green. "Are you well, Uncle Somal?"Somal shook his head: "Yes, I am well. You have just reminded me of a … rather sensitive conversation you will need to have in few years."K'las looked interested now. "Will you give it to me? This conversation."Somal had a blank stare.
Somal shook his head: "Hopefully not. I would like to think the man whom created you would be there. That is his obligation."Somal turned back to the door to see his elder secretary giving him a look of disgust. He had not been aware she had been listening to their conversation. "Well …"Somal stated rather awkwardly. "We should best be off."He turned to his secretary: "Good day, Sandra."He then nodded to her and walked out of the room.
T'Pel followed him after moment. When they entered the escalators, she spoke: "You must be such an influential fatherly figure."He couldn't tell if she was being sincere or sarcastic. "I know," …Somal, replied, "I really need to get one of my own…"T'Pel raised an eyebrow. She looked somewhat perplexed by his comment: "Really?"He had not seemed like the type to settle. He was clearly devoted to his career. Rumors had been circulating for years: Somal rarely expressed interest in the opposite sex. "Of course. Do you now any good potential wives? I have been to busy to look as of late."
She briefly stared at him. "Do you have any preferences?"Somal shifted his shoulders: "Preferably a woman who is educated, high emotionally and intellectual intelligence, who's loyal, and who can cook."She looked highly amused. "You wish for a wife who is highly educated and who can perform domestic house duties?"Somal shook his head: "No, I have servants for that. However, I have never liked random people preparing food." Somal bit his lip and thought back to an unpleasant memory: an unloyal servant had attempted to poisson his food in his youth.
T'Pel clinched her lips. "You must have had a very interesting childhood."Somal cocked his head: "Define interesting."
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The group met at a group of shuttle pods. The Klingon, Klaynar, was sitting half way out of a small pod. "General,"Somal exclaimed to the man. The Klingon looked his way: "Commander Somal." He acknowledged.Somal shook his head: "Thanks to you, I am doing quite well. We suffered without accident on the shuttle."The older Klingon shook his head: "That is good to hear."
There were twenty other Klingons surrounding them. Captain Dumas and Corporal Gladius stood socializing with one another. Lieutenant Kuvak and Commander T'Lin were approaching. Somal cut across to Kuvak. "How is Tomek doing?"Kuvak gave a slight smile. "He will be fine. Your sister is currently taking care him."He then wrapped his arm around Somal's shoulders. He leaned into his ear: "So, what is this about you having kids? Have you really changed that much sinse I have last saw you?"
T'Lin rolled her eyes. "They are not his kids. They are his niece and nephew."Somal looked somewhat irritated. "Who told you that?"T'Pel spoke up: "I believe my brother Michel made a slight mistake. I apologize for his minor mishap."Kuvak narrowed his eyes: "Your Michel Menstral's sister?"He said in disbelief. " I know,"Somal stated, "the unknown fact perplexed me as well."
Captain Dumas walked over to the group. "We are leaving."Somal shook his head: "Do we have the specific coordinates for the Andorian vessel on NX-156?"Captain Dumas nodded his head: "Yes, Corporal Gladius is currently plugging in the information."He then walked over, and went into one of the pods. The group followed him.
Somal was surprised to find several Vulmen security guards as he entered the vessel. After his colleagues entered the vessel, Captain Dumas shut the vehicle. He then opened a medium sized bag and began to hand out the following weapons. "These are phase pistols. Phase one is stun. Phase two is kill. Please know the difference."
Somal accepted the weapon with some tension. No doubt the Klingon's were having the time of their lives. Corporal Gladius spoke aloud from the front of the vessel. "Please lock your seat belts, ladies and gentlemen. We will now be departing."He ignited the engines. The shuttle pod's engine shook. Somal involuntarily cringed.
Gladius then hailed the bridge from the vessel. "Major Menstral, we are free for take off."A queasy feeling filled Somal's stomach. The thought of Major Menstral commanding the bridge while he was gone caused him a small amount of internal emotional distress. "Yes, Corporal."Michel responded, "You are free to exit the ship. The hanger doors will open momentarily."
Gladius began to prod at some of the switches at the top of the shuttle. "Thank you, Sir. We are now exiting theNavis Sanctus."A rumble zipped through the shuttle pod. Somal gripped his seat. He had nearly been killed in a vessel like this approximately one hour and forty-three minutes ago. He then felt a light hand touch his thigh. He looked over and saw T'Lin smiling at him. "Are you ok, Somally?"She then moved to hold his hand. Somal felt himself turning hot. He excused her behavior as childish, for she was nearly four years younger than him.
Her inappropriate, yet comforting touch, was shielded from view of his peers. They both sat in the back of the vessel. However, her statement caught the attention of both Kuvak and T'Pel. They both turned around to meet Somal's stare. "Somally?"Kuvak said with some humor. "Is this the woman who you have the child with? Or is that T'Pel?"Corporal Gladius looked backwards as he was driving. "I thought those were his sister's kids?"
"They are!"T'Pel and T'Lin exclaimed unison. "Kuvak, this is not amusing!" Somal raised his voice. Kuvak smirked to himself: "Ok. Fine. I will leave you alone, Somal. I would hate to miss out on this little love fest."Captain Dumas turned around and sternly interrupted the young peoples' taunts. "Pay attention to the opening, Corporal. Doctor Kuvak, please shut up. Sub-Commander Somal and Commander T'Lin, fraternize on your own time, and by the way, I don't want to know about it."
T'Lin looked like she was about to protest. However, Somal's glare cut off her future remark. There was then ultimate silence. The vessel left the ground and charged through the hanger. The shuttle pod had managed to exit the ship in less than 43 seconds. The ship was immediately surrounded by immense darkness. The only light was projected from inside the vessel and from stars far far away.
Somal could see light being projected from Neovulterra from many millions of miles away. He had never been more proud in his life to be Vulman. He then turned to T'Lin and whispered into her ear. "There is our home."She smiled to him. He gave her a light smile back. "Our parents would be proud if they were here."T'Lin gave him a smirk. "Our parents would result to physical violence if they were both here."Somal shook his head. "Quite possibly. However, I believe they would remain civil in our presence."She shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps."
Corporal Gladius spoke aloud. "We will be arriving at NX-156 in four minutes. We should be at the colony in an additional five."Somal leaned forward. After several minutes the gruesome sight of NX-156 came into sight. Somal immediately understood why the asteroid was referred to as 'Satana.'Even from far away, he could view immense circles of lava and flame.
Gladius directed the shuttle down into the asteroid rubble. He flew to the reported coordinates. Captain Dumas looked straight ahead. There was no colony. Instead, he was met with the image of a huge Andorian warship. The ship appeared to be propped up on a rock mass. Lava was surrounding one side of the vessel. A ginormous volcano was located on the other side of the vessel.
Somal raised his eyebrow. "Why have they left themselves in such a compromised position."T'Lin shook her head. "According to my scanner, there is no other vessel in the area."Dumas and Somal looked at her perplexed. "The ship's core system would appear to be shut off."T'Lin finished her analysis. The ship's hanger door also appeared to be open.
Gladius spoke up to his peers. "I am taking us in."Somal narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure that is a reasonably idea, Corporal?"Gladius shrugged his shoulders. "For a landing sight, the Andorian hanger is a reasonable as we are going to get."Kuvak shook his head. "You got that right."Gladius descended down into the ship. He successfully managed to insert the shuttle into hanger.
The inside landing strip was dark as night. The shuttle immediately made contact with a group of stacked objects. Gladius stopped the vessel. "That cannot be good."He murmured to himself. "What the hell was that?"Kuvak yelled out loud. "We would have appeared to have made physical contact with a rather large object."T'Pel exclaimed to the group. "Really? I never would have guessed! "Kuvak bluntly responded.
Somal looked up. "We need to get out of here."He then moved to the floor of the vessel. He opened up the tiles and retrieved some body suits. Small oxygen tanks were attached. Somal pick up the suits and distributed them to his peers. For the first time in ages, the Klingon Klaynar spoke aloud: "How long do we have?"Somal looked at the pack. "We have four hours to locate the core system? If we are unable to do so, we must return to the ship two hours early. We cannot risk running out of oxygen."
The group took fifteen minutes to put on their required clothing. Somal grabbed the emergency pack from the back of the shuttle. "Are we all ready to exit?"Dumas asked his subordinates. Somal took a moment to put on his helmet and turn on his oxygen supply. He then nodded in response. Klaynar moved to open the door. A deep chill ran through Somal's spine. This surprised him immensely for a smoking environment was currently surrounding the outside of the ship.
Two other shuttle pods arrived in the hanger. Their landing appeared to be more successful. Somal moved to the front of the vessel. He raised his flashlight and stun gun. T'Pel followed him. "We would have appeared to have made contact with several large crates."He exclaimed to her as she raised her scanner. T'Pel narrowed her eyes and then spoke: "There would appear to be high frequencies of registered Glagorian in this crate."Somal shifted his head. Glagorian was a deadly and expensive drug. They had apprehended the drug many times. The 'Basileus'was thought to be behind the immense trade of the drug.
"This is no mining vessel. This is clearly a war vessel from the structure."T'Pel exclaimed with some tension. Somal shook his head. "T'Pel, this is no war vessel. This is the drug transporting ship we have been looking for."T'Pel raised an eyebrow. "The 'Basileus' is Andorian?"Somal looked skeptical. The High Command had accused these 'Vulcan'for the corruption on their world. A fact he found immensely hard to believe.
"Scan the other crates."Somal ordered to the other Klingons. They obliged him. "There are large amounts of Trellium D and Glagorian in these crates."Somal frowned at this statement. Trellium D was deadly to Vulmen. "Where is the rest of the crew?"Dumas exclaimed to the group. "Surely our arrival would have triggered an alarm."Somal shook his head. "I find it hard to believe anyone could survive this terrain."Kuvak shook his head: "Why is it so cold in here? Shouldn't it be scolding hot?"T'Lin spoke up: "Andorians live in cold terrians. They have most likely insulated the inside of their vessel to maintain their desired temperature."
Captain Dumas spoke up: "We need to locate the bridge."T'Lin shook her head. "The bridge will be useless without stimulating core system."Somal nodded his head. "We do not have much time. I strongly advise we split up."Captain Dumas looked reluctant to do so. However, he agreed with Somal's logic. "Yes,"the commanding officer spoke, "Please have the Klingon's escort you. The moment you have manage to stimulate the core system, report immediately back to the shuttle pod. We will apprehend the required information from the bridge. Corporal Gladius and Klaynar, please escort Commander T'Lin to the core system. Sub-Commander Somal, Commander T'Pel, and Doctor Kuvak please follow me to the bridge!"He ordered his fellow Vulman guards to escort him to his desired destination.
The group reached the main hanger door. Unfortunately, none of the systems were online so the entrance way was practically useless. Dumas motioned his fellow Klingons to open the door. The aliens set up their phase pistols to exhibit multiple rays. After burning a massive line down the center, the Klingons moved to pry open the door with their bare hands. Somal attempted to advance forward. However, the same aggressive Klingon whom he had interacted with earlier temporarily stopped him. The warrior beat his own chest and then hit Somal on the back of the helmet.
Somal turned around to fury, but remained silent. He would not let the cocky Klingon upset him. Klaynar rolled his eyes at the young Klingon. Dumas walked through the door and his remaining subordinates followed. The inside of the war vessel was even colder. Somal let out another involuntary shiver. However, the shaking came not from the cold, but from the feeling of death that swept over him.
Somal scanned the hallways. Something was not right. The crew walked down the long, dark vessel. Kuvak raised his own flashlight. He attempted to view the ship from a better light. Pipelines ran along the top of the ceiling. He then looked at the white painted walls. A blue liquid lay sprayed on its apparatus. T'Pel raised her scanner. Her eyes slightly narrowed. "What is the matter?"Kuvak whispered under his breath. "It would appear to be blood."T'Pel exclaimed loud enough so only him and Somal could hear.
Dumas moved to T'Pel's side. "Is that…"He stumbled off. T'Pel nodded her head. Dumas turned around and looked back to the open door. "T'Lin…"He exclaimed out loud. BANG.Somal jumped to the side just in time for a group of pipes to land next to him. He fell on his back, and looked up to the ceiling. The face of an Andorian woman lay concealed under a breathing helmet above. Somal's eyes widened at the sight above.
Kuvak ran to his friend. "Somal, are you ok?"He and T'Pel attempted to help him up. Somal resisted their assistance and pointed to new hole in the ceiling. "There!" The group looked up. "Yes Somal, we see, this ship is clearly falling apart."Somal shook his head. He looked up and was surprised to find there was no one above him. "There was an Andorian woman above."T'Pel raised her eyebrow with skepticism. "That is not possible. There is currently no oxygen circulation in this section of the ship."Somal shook his head: " She was wearing a breathing mask."Kuvak leaned down and held Somal's head still. He then shined the light in his eyes and watched as Somal's pupils expanded. "I think the combined pressure along with your recent near collision may be causing you to hallucinate."
Somal shook his head. "I know what I saw."He protested. The sound of a few creeks above filled his ears. "There is someone else here."He exclaimed with carefully concealed fear. Dumas shook his head: "It is probably just the ship."
The group continued to walk down the hallway. They found a latter at the end. Kuvak stopped and raised his phase pistol. He motioned to Somal and T'Pel: "Ladies first."
Somal rolled his eyes. Dumas put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. The guards proceeded up the latter. Somal glanced upward and noted that the latter appeared to be roughly 150 feet tall. "All is clear."A voice yelled from the top. The Captain nodded his head and then started to climb. Somal and Kuvak began to follow him.
Somal tripped on the latter nearly fifty feet up. He grasped on the bars for his life. Kuvak raised an eyebrow. "Try not to trip, Somal."Somal took a breath before he continued up. "I am sorry."Kuvak followed him. "Did you not pay attention during military training?"Somal chose to ignore his statement; he knew there would be a following insult if he responded. "Gentlemen, please pay attention."T'Pel exclaimed from the bottom of the latter, not wanting to be struck down.
The group reached the top. The guards appeared to be forcefully prying the next door open. Somal wandered over to the next room. He raised his scanner. Somal knew it was fruitless, but he began to search for signs of life. Vulmen and Klingon bio signs immediately came up on the scanner. However, something else came to his attention. The results shocked him immensely. There were two additional bio signs on his scanner. He studied scanner. One life sign appeared to have nearly an identical Vulmen composition; however, there were slight variations in the genetic makeup. The other point belonged to a humanoid like creature.
He froze in his place. Somal raised an eyebrow before reloading his results. According to the data, this alien was only ten feet away from him. He looked around and saw no one. Then it hit him. Somal looked up toward the ceiling just in time to see a small blue creature.
She pounced down on him. Somal and the woman rolled over each other on the floor. "You!"She hissed in disgust. She attempted to disarm him. However, Somal caught her hand. "You Vulcan."She spat in his face. Her antennas twitched with anger. Somal flipped her over in self-defense. He held her one arm above her head. She unfortunately kneed him in the groin. Somal fell backward in pain. He attempted to suppress the unpleasant feelings as he ducked her next swing.
"I do not wish to harm you."He exclaimed breathlessly. "I was sent here to discuss diplomatic relations between our two peoples."The woman shook her head: "You lie. You Vulcans always lie. I saw what you did to my crew!"Somal raised an eyebrow. "I think you have made a gross mistake. I am not …"She swung again. Somal deflected her punch. He then felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. He looked over to see a needle.
Somal fell onto his knees. His head felt dizzy. Darkness began to consume his view. "Who are you?"He said with deep pants. She then smirked at him. Instead of immediately responding, she took her good time to watch him struggle. Somal stood up and moved over to her in a drunken like manor. "Who are you?"He hissed again under his breath. She punched him in the helmet. Everything went blank.
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Dumas raised his communicator. "Dumas to T'Lin. Have you reached the engineering department yet?"T'Lin responded. There appeared to be some terror in her voice. "Yes, I already have..."Dumas narrowed his eyebrows: "Status report?"T'Lin took a deep breath. "The systems should be on momentarily…"Dumas shifted his head. "Is there a problem?"
The door opened to the bridge. The guards then proceeded to enter, however, they stopped momentarily in their tracks. Captain Dumas proceeded to follow. He pushed pass the guards. The sight before him filled him with shock. Dumas's shock then turned horror. T'Pel pushed passed the guards: "Captain, I am unable to locate Somal…"She then stopped talking. Dead Andorian bodies loitered on the floor. T'Lin spoke through the communicator. "Yes, I mean kind of. It is just … we are currently being held by gunpoint by an Andorian regime … no problem. "
Duma was stunned speechless. An unfamiliar voice filled the communicator. " This is Commander Shran of the Imperial Guard. I am ordering you to hold down your fire. We know where you are located. Do not attempt to leave the premises or we will shoot you on sight."Captain Dumas let out a deep breath. "This is Captain Dumas of theon the Navis Sanctus. I am a member of the Vulmen High Command. I was sent here to perform an investigation. Your ship's location violates our territory treaty with the Klingons."There was a dead silence on the other end of the communicator.
Shran spoke once more. " Yes, and your mass murder of our people violates the treaty we made onWeytontwo years ago Vulcan."Dumas raised an eyebrow at the statement. He realized the Andorian had misheard his statement. "I think you have miscomprehended my previous remark. We are not …"Shran interrupted his statement. "We know who you are! We are coming to get you."
Kuvak shifted his head. Dumas then closed his communicator."We need to get back to the Navis Sanctus."T'Pel raised an eyebrow. "How do you intend to do that? According to my scanner, the Andorians have blocked off our entrance to the hanger."Kuvak motioned to the wall. He then removed a section. "I did some research about these Andorians before we came here. The Klingons have an entire database dedicated them."
"The bridge on every Andorian vessel has a secluded passage way to the major main sections."Dumas raised an eyebrow. "This may just work."
Readers Note: I hope I was able to clarify to "conception" of the Vulmen species. I know many of you found this matter to be highly perplexing. Stay tone for updates. Next chapter expect the following: Andorians, Vulcan Ambassadors, and Vulmen prisoners. Feel free to review ;-).
