Episode One: To Boldly Go Where No Duck Has Gone Before

Chapter Three: The Confrontation

"Captain's log: After a SWOT analysis with my command personnel, it is my determination that the situation isn't as serious as what we originally expected. Besides which, they're only Klingons. So all in all, this'll be an easy victory."

The doors to the transporter room swished open and Darkwing and Negaduck passed through. Megavolt and Doctor Bushroot were already there, Megavolt keenly concentrating as he stood over the transporter controls.

"Did Waddlemire find those coordinates, Megs?"
"I've got my eye on it." Megavolt had his hands on the controls. "Weapons fire!" He said, snatching the levers down. They looked up as the transporters shimmered two individuals into re-existence on the platform.

"Uh what?" The shorter, more bulky one looked around. "Well, that was close."
"I thought you said there was weapons fire." Negaduck complained. "There's not a phaser burn on them." Bushroot was already at the two rescuees, waving his tricorder over them.
"What, can't a guy have a hobby?" Megavolt retorted back at Negaduck.
"We ducked." The shorter one said. "If ... you pardon the expression."

"Welcome aboard the U.S.S. St Canard. In one piece, no less." Darkwing grinned and raised his hand up in the Vulcan salute, making a 'V' shape with his feathered fingers. "It's good to see you again Mr. Spock."
"I'm quite relieved to see you, Captain Darkwing. Although, I fear that now that the Klingons know Starfleet is here, they'll change their tactics."

"Huh? Doubtful." Darkwing responded. Then he turned to Spock's companion. "You must be captain Kirk."
"Yes, I've heard of the St. Canard. You're on patrol in this sector."
Darkwing nodded.

"Shall we impound their ship, sir?" Negaduck said hopefully. "We can take it apart and see what the experiment was that went wrong." He licked his beak eagerly.
"I've got a better idea, Negaduck."
"Better than taking apart an enemy's ship?" Negaduck retorted in a shocked voice. "Bushroot, are you sure the captain and I are the same species?"
"If the Klingons believe that the U.S.S. St. Canard will capture their ship, they'll just self destruct it." Kirk advised.

"I'm not interested in ships." Darkwing jumped up onto the platform. "I'm interested in their captain."
"Should I be coming, sir?"
"No, I don't think so, lieutenant Negaduck. Standby, this shouldn't take long." He looked keenly at Megavolt. "Find me somewhere nearby and shady, chief engineer."
"I've already got just the place locked in, sir."
"Beam me back in five."
"Aye, sir." Megavolt pushed the levers, and Darkwing Duck sparkled out of the room.

"What can you do in five minutes?" Captain Kirk gazed at the platform in curiosity.
"Well, you can get yourself killed." Doctor Bushroot answered somewhat pessimistically.

"Report on the perimeter check, K'Lath?"
The lieutenant growled. "I haven't seen anyone. But I feel like I've been duck tailed, sir."
"A somewhat displaced expression since we are Klingon! If someone's following you, you turn around and rip their throats out in an honourable face to face battle. You never let them hide in the dark with a dagger raised like a dishonourable Romulan."
"I know that, sir. But still, there's someone in here."

With that cue, a dark voice called out from the very room itself. "I am the terror that warps in the dark!"
Korok looked around for the owner of the echoing voice. "But ... that is in Klingonese!" He exclaimed as a smoke cloud appeared in front of them on the table.
"I am the photon torpedo of justice!" The cloud began to disperse and they made out the form half the size of them. "I am Captain Darkwing Duck!"

Korok stared in appreciation. It was a bold statement, a fearless entrance, a dramatic show and a nearly tangible threat. How very Klingon!

The intrigued Korok gazed up at the Duck Captain standing on the table in front of him. "Leave us, K'Lath." K'Lath saluted and shut the door behind him.

"For a Federationalist, you speak Klingon very well."
"Oh, you know, Klingonese, Quackonese. But I'm not here to talk about sentence structures, Korok."

"Even now, my ship will shortly locate yours and will blast it out of the sky. What a glorious bright red day for the residents of Quackulon 5."
Darkwing's eyes narrowed. "That's exactly what my security officer said about your ship. The exact term he used was 'fireworks'."

"Then you are here in my office because?"
"You are in Federation space. This is a clear breach of treaty. By reporting this incident, this could well mean intergalactic war between our people."

"Oh, I see, Starfleet-."
"I like Klingons. Personally I do." Darkwing interrupted him. He crossed his arms and gazed down at Korok for a long moment. "It's true, you wouldn't catch every star fleet captain saying it, but I do. Our peoples share so many things in common; I'm amazed we have to have a neutral zone to keep us apart. Dignity, honour, integrity. The need to keep fighting against the odds." Darkwing narrowed his eyes. "We exist to do what's right by our people. Well, I'm giving you one chance. One offer before there really is a bright red day for Quackulon 5."

"I am listening."
"Let's say: your ship ... broke. You wandered out into Federation space ... and found Quackulon 5. Shortly after a gross miscommunication between you and the natives ..."
Korok grunted. "Indeed."
"We found you. After a brief sane discussion, we nutted the situation out, and the U.S.S. St. Canard escorts your ship out of Federation space back into the neutral zone. We'll aim for the closest Klingon outpost on the other side so you can affect repairs in peace. We ask no more questions; you save your crew and ship, and the Federation and the Klingon Empire once again miraculously do not annihilate each other."

"No more questions?" Korok's eyes widened in amazement: "Your people are always full of questions, you poke and prod endlessly."
"You don't need to remind me about that." Darkwing said in a quieter voice. "I just had a medical review done on me yesterday." He cleared his throat. "Is it a deal?"
Korok grinned happily. "Yes, we graciously accept your escort services, Captain Darkwing."

Darkwing saluted him. "Long live both Federation and Klingon together."
"Yes, it would be nice ..."

Korok watched Darkwing Duck shimmer into nothing.

To Be Continued ...