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Constitution-Class Cruiser USS Enterprise NCC-1701 - Edge of the Cathra system


Captain's Log, Stardate 7115.9: Our engineers have been able to train us on the operation of the captured Klingon bird of prey. While its' design is crude by our standards, its' simplicity will be of assistance in this mission's objective.

I have been ordered to take this vessel behind Klingon lines to gather more detailed information on the weapons platform they are building in the Cathra System. Starfleet has mobilized a strike force to destroy this platform, as we believe it is a first strike weapon that can and will be used against Federation bases. But for an operation of this type to be successful, and to warrant risking so many lives, we have to know for sure.

The Bird of Prey's weapons complement isn't even close to that of the Enterprise, with only a few high-yield torpedoes and two disruptor cannons. I'll need to rely more on stealth and guile than direct action. I just hope this cloaking device is advanced enough that even the Klingons can't detect it, or this operation will have been for nothing.


The fleet from before, minus the Reliant as her captain was relieved due to breaking under the pressure, was at the edge of the system.

"Captain, I am detecting several Klingon vessels approaching our position," Spock reported, "weapons armed and shields up."

"Red alert! Kirk to fleet: protect the bird of prey: that's their most likely target!"

Three D7s, five K'vorts and two D7-subtypes that Starfleet Intelligence had discovered were called the K'tinga-Class, closed in on the fleet, all targeting the BoP. The Enterprise fired on the closest K'vort, her phasers denting the shields and providing a hole large enough for a trio of photon torpedoes to go through and destroy the heavy bird of prey.

The other ships joined in, each picking a target and opening fire, drawing them away from the captured BoP.

The Bozeman and Miranda tag-teamed a K'tinga, pounding it with phaser and torpedo fire. The battlecruiser began to crumple, exploding within minutes of losing her shields. The heavy BoPs tried to retreat (there was no honor in fighting a battle that would destroy an Empire or their lives) but Constitution and Enterprise ripped them apart one by one. As soon as they were dealt with, the D7s were the last ones left. The two light cruisers were damaging them already, but when the two Constitutions entered the fray, the Klingons were preparing to enter Sto'vo'kor.

Once the Klingon force was destroyed, Kirk and a small crew beamed over to the Bird of Prey, to take it deeper into the system while the rest of the ships fell back to the staging grounds for the assault.

"Captain's log, supplemental: note that I have transferred my command to the Klingon bird of prey. Now, let's see if this ship is worth the price we paid. Mr. Sulu, best speed into the system!"


Class-F warp shuttle Waco - En route to Omega system


Personal Log, Ensign Shirou Yamato, Stardate 7115.9. While Captain Kirk goes on his recon run, Ron, Ishmael Takeo, Rin, and myself have been sent on a mission of our own.

We're being sent to find and recover the Constitution-Class vessel USS Exeter, so that it can be repaired, and hopefully used in the upcoming battle.

Seems simple enough, but missions like these are hardly ever that simple.

Ron told me about what happened to the crew. They were killed by a virus from the planet it's orbiting that turned the crew into a fine powder. Literally. So, we're all wearing EV suits so we can vent the atmosphere and recover the ship. We hope.


"The Exeter's not a true Connie, you know," Rin remarked.

"Connie?" Ismael asked.

"It's something Ron came up with: shorthand for Constitution." Ron chuckled as Rin explained. "The Exeter's a heavily refit Deliverance-Class cruiser: direct ancestor to the Connie. After the Constitution and Enterprise entered service, they decided to refit all of them to Connie standards."

"Interesting," Shirou replied. "Well, regardless, I'm kinda curious as to what else we run into - recovery missions like this are never simple."

"The Exeter might've been in orbit for two years, but she's still a source of intel for anyone outside Starfleet." The Waco dropped out of warp, and they approached the planet Omega IV, where the Exeter was waiting for them. As predicted, the Exeter was in a high orbit, but something was wrong. The ship was stabile, not drifting like they were expecting. "Something's wrong," Ron remarked. "Put on those helmets: I'm taking us in."

The shuttle made its way to the Exeter, and surprisingly, the shuttlebay was already open for them. Or perhaps not so surprisingly, as there was another shuttle in there already.

Green in color and painted as though a bird in flight, it bore a resemblance to the Romulan T'liss-Class warbird. That gave hints to who it was. "Fucking Romulans," Ron remarked. "The fuck are they doing here, lightyears from the Neutral Zone? They don't like venturing far, not after the beating that was the Earth-Romulan War."

"Whatever they're doing here, we need to stop them," Shirou remarked, Akatsuki no Ken strapped to his back once more. "This just makes our recovery mission more urgent."

"Set phasers to stun. If you have to kill them, expose them to the atmosphere inside the ship."

"And WHY would that kill them?"

The side hatch opened, revealing a rather disturbing sight: four Starfleet uniforms, as if their wearers were still there, struggling to get to a shuttlecraft an escape. But instead of bodies, there were just dried out crystals. "THAT'S why."

Shirou winced. "Ouch," he remarked. "Might need to run Akatsuki no Kenthrough decon procedures once we're done, just in case what caused that landed on it."

"We'll beam to the surface so we can get truly immunized later: about 12 hours exposure to the air won't kill us, seeing as the virus AND the cure are in the atmosphere." "I don't think it works that way." "Tell that to Tracy. Then again, you can't: he's in New Zealand, rotting like the bastard he is for breaking the Prime Directive AND killing his entire crew." The four man team exited the shuttle, wearing full EV suits to prevent exposure to the contaminated air. Rin walked up to the doors leading out, examining the controls. "Looks like the Romulans bypassed the controls and turned the connecting corridor into a large airlock," she remarked. "They can't close the shuttlebay doors and we haven't cracked atmospheric containment technology yet, so this makes a fair bit of sense."

"Makes it convenient for us, too," Ron remarked. "Shirou, Rin, make your way to Aux Control: I want this ship flyable from there if need be. Takeo, you're with me. We're going to the bridge."

"Understood," Shirou replied as they made their way into the corridor. Once they'd gotten through the impromptu airlock, Shirou and Rin went one way while Ron and Ishmael went the other. Ishmael drew out his Phaser in one hand, setting it for stun, while also drawing out his dagger ready for any CQC if the need arose.

"Our job's to clear the bridge." Ron said. "We take the primary and secondary control centers, the Romulans won't be able to control the Exeter. Then we can do what I like doing best."

"Sounds good to me, sir," Ishmael said, as he peaked around another corner, looking for any Romulans in sight. "So… if you had to guess, how many Romulans you think are already onboard?"

"20, at least. And until I get promoted to Captain, just call me Ron." The Commander glanced upwards. "Hmm… anyone for an ambush?"

Ishmael smirked. "I'm game," he said. "What's the plan?"

Ron pointed at a Jefferies tube hatch. "I doubt the Romulans know shit about the network, so I'm thinking we climb our way up and start killing the green-blooded fucks." He said. "Here's hoping Shirou and Rin take the subtle route. He's not known for that, though."


With Rin and Shirou


Unfortunately for Ron, Shirou and Rin had not gone subtle. Instead…

"DORYAAAAAAA!" Shirou yelled out as he sliced a Romulan in two with his blade, while Rin used her Type-2 Phaser to blast Romulans that were either trying to close on them or firing from cover.

"When your woman stops shooting at us, we will - GAH!" Romulan, meet phaser beam to face. Shirou stabbed another Romulan through the chest, thinking it would kill the man instantly. Problem was, Romulans were basically Vulcans with a more emotional disposition. And Vulcans had their hearts where their livers were. Yeah, you know where that's going.

Still, when Shirou pulled out his blade, it did leave two holes in the Romulan's EV Suit, exposing the Romulan to the atmosphere, and the Omega IV Virus.

Shirou kicked the Romulan away from him, then turned to slash at another Romulan, decapitating this one, even as Rin kept peppering the others with Phaser Blasts.

"Fall back to engineering! If we can't have the ship, no one can!"

"Oh, like we'll let you do that," Shirou replied, as he blitzed forward to the rear of the Romulan positions, slicing the Romulan that gave that order in two, and continuing to slice at the Romulans that came his way, while Rin, in addition to shooting Romulans that got close to her, also shot in such a way as to discourage use of any side corridors.

"Bridge, this is security team two! Increase gravity in this section! Crush them to death!" The Romulan that said this was promptly cut down, and so ended the security team.

"Ugh…" Rin grunted as she and Shirou were quickly pulled to the deck, the increased gravity pulling them to the deck. "This isn't good…"

Shirou barely managed to reach up to the comm button on his helmet. "Shirou to Ron!" he called out. "Hurry up to the Bridge! They've… increased the gravity on us… we can't move!"


USS Exeter - Bridge


"And the humans will die in a few-" A hand snapped the Romulan's neck, killing him instantly. "Whoops. Hey, Ishmael, hanging fun over there?"

Ishmael smirked as he cut into the Romulan's suit with his knife, exposing him to the virus of the ship "Much," he said as he slammed the Romulan's head into the wall. "One moment, I'll take care of Gravity."

"Pinkerton to Yamato: we're restoring the gravity to normal standards now. And-" A Romulan tried to sneak up on Ron, but Ron knew he was coming, and as such, fired his phaser at the Romulan's face. "-we just managed to secure the bridge."

"Nice shot," Ishmael said, as he held the last Romulan in a choke hold before snapping its neck. "Well, that takes care of that…"

"Thanks," Shirou replied over the comms. "Gravity's back to normal now - we should be at Auxiliary Control within a few minutes."

"Understood. Lock down the controls and encrypt them so the Romulans can't take control from there. We'll do the same up here before heading to engineering."

"Understood," Shirou replied, before closing the channel.

Ismael looked at the body near the communications station. "That's a unique way to kill someone," he remarked.

"It's a Vulcan martial art: tal shiya."

"Vulcan?"

"I spent two years on Vulcan," he said with a shrug. "As such, I decided to learn."

"Can't argue with that," Ishmael said, smirking. "I've learned quite a bit of martial arts from earth - my family has had a long line of martial artists, along with military and Starfleet service."


With Shirou and Rin


"That was a close one, huh?" Shirou asked as they reached Aux Control.

"Yeah…" Rin replied. "For a minute there, I thought that was it."

"Agreed," Shirou remarked. "I'm glad Ron managed to help us, though… means I still have a chance to give you something once we get back."

"'Something'?" Rin asked as they finished locking everything down. "What is it?"

"You'll see once we get back to base," he replied, before hitting the comm again. "Ron, Aux Control is secured, we are now on our way to Engineering."

"Understood," Ron replied. "En route via alternate means. Pinkerton out."

"Roger," Shirou replied. "Well, let's get going."

"Right," Rin replied, as the two headed out to Engineering. As they traveled, Shirou wondered how the recon in the Cathra system was going…


B'rel-Class bird of prey IKS Y'bung (Starfleet-controlled) - Cathra system


Kirk was silent as the grave as they approached the mining facility. Spock said he had detected something… odd near the facility, and as such, they were investigating. What they found was… disturbing.

"Do you have the deuterium and dilithium in the amounts we agreed upon?" Asked a female voice aboard an old Suurok-Class Vulcan ship.

"Our mining facility has processed enough to power hundreds of warships!" replied the Klingon Commander. "Why should I give it to YOU when you have already given me a weapon of destruction unrivaled in our time?!"

"If you do not comply," the woman informed, "I will be forced to destroy you and your facility. This is simple logic even you can understand."

"You are Vulcan!" the Klingon Commander replied. "No such fire burns in your blood!"

"You have seen the nature of my resolve in our first encounter," the supposed Vulcan woman reminded. "Do not make me regret this arrangement, T'nub."

"Hmph. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were Romulan," the Klingon Commander remarked. "Fine. You will get your due and I… I will get what is mine. The Federation will be ground to dust in my wake!"

Sulu looked back at Kirk. "Sir, that's a Vulcan ship," he said. "What's a Vulcan ship doing here?"

Pavel Chekov agreed with his counterpart. "Conspiring with Klingons?" he asked. "It's almost unthinkable, Captain."

"Mr. Spock, mark the ship in the database," Kirk ordered. "We may be able to identify it from its' registry."

"Aye, Captain," Spock replied, recording the information on the Vulcan ship.

The Y'bung spun around, scanning the facility and quickly making its' way away from it at sublight speed. "Captain, I am detecting several thousand tons of tritanium at bearing 054 mark 089," Spock reported.

"Change course, Mr. Sulu," Kirk ordered. "Let's see what they have there."

As the Y'bung changed course, Kirk idly wondered how the mission to recover the Exeter was going…


USS Exeter - Main Engineering


The Romulans were screwed in ways they could not imagine. Ron had locked out the engineering controls, and as such, they had no way to save themselves from the bitch that was payback. "Turnabout is fair play. Shirou, care to do the honors?"

"You got it," Shirou replied, taking the controls for artificial gravity in Main Engineering and cranking it all the way to maximum.

The Romulans hit the deck, groaning in pain. "HOW'S IT FEEL, ASSHOLES?!" Ron shouted at them.

One of the Romulans attempted to give Ron the finger. Then again, 50 times Earth gravity. Crunch time. SNAP! "Whoops."

"You don't want to try moving small digits by themselves under gravity that heavy," Shirou remarked.

"Or moving, period," Rin added.

"Well, unlocking the engineering controls now," Ron informed. "After five minutes, restore the gravity to the engineering room to normal. Shirou, with me: time to get this bitch moving! Ishmael, go to aux control and unlock the control systems there. Rin… I'm not sure; do whatever the hell you want."

"I'm going with you and Shirou, Ron," she replied. "I'll help out in case we run into any other hostiles."

"Doubt there are any." Ron smiled in such a way that it would be illegal due to the amount of evil that was in it. "Time to get this thing moving. You know what time it is!"

They all nodded as they headed out, ready to wrap the mission up.


Cathra system


The weapon was big. Very, VERY big. "I don't think it's finished," Kirk remarked. "I think we can set them back a little. Mr. Sulu? Mr. Chekov?"

"Sir?"

"Decloak and open fire on these targets."

The Bird of Prey decloaked and opened fire, its torpedoes blasting what was likely going to be a targeting array, while the disruptor cannons blazed at points on the platform itself, inflicting damage that would have to be repaired before the weapon could be completed.

"Mr. Sulu, get us out of here!" Kirk ordered, and the Bird of Prey turned around and went to Warp, cloaking as it fled the system.


Omega system


Ron sat in the captain's chair, smirking like a madman. "You know, I wasn't hoping to get my command like this, but it works."

The science console beeped out a warning that Rin quickly checked. "Ron, I hope this thing's fully armed, she said, because there's two T'liss-Class warbirds inbound, bearing 191 mark 037!"

Ron looked at Shirou. "Shirou, attack pattern Pinkerton Gamma."

"Roger," Shirou replied as he manipulated the helm controls, making a mental note to install Manual Flight Controls if he ended up helming this thing full time.

The Exeter spun around, facing the two warbirds. "Oh, the amount of PAIN you are about to be in is beyond words," Ron remarked as the Exeter fired her torpedoes, followed by a short phaser barrage that seemingly missed. But that was the plan. In order to dodge the beams, the two warbirds had to turn. And they turned in the opposite direction. In short, they rammed one another and exploded, but not before they began to compress and vanish. "The fuck?"

"Ron, picking up increased gravimetric signatures from where the power cores were on those two warbirds," Rin reported. "The readings are increasing exponentially!"

"Oh, shi-" A massive shockwave hit the Exeter, sending the three flying from their posts. "SON OF A PROTESTANT WHORE!"

All three went flying across the Bridge, and Rin and Shirou landed in an… interesting position.

"Shirou, Rin?"

"Yes?"

"Stop making out and get back to your posts!"

The two blushed as they complied. "Once we get back and out of these EV Suits, we can make out, and… perhaps more…" Shirou whispered to Rin, causing her blush to deepen.

"Oh, God, WHY are we friends? Right: we went to the Academy and we were forced to deal with one another. I guess that was more of a 'grow on you' thing." Ron pushed a button on his chair. "Ishmael, you ok?"

"I'm good," Ishmael said, getting back into his seat. "Trust me, I've served on Enterprise's Five-year mission. That was nothing."

"Ok, let's get the fuck out of here and get this ship back to a starbase. It's a miracle we can run this ship with four people."

"Roger," Shirou replied as the ship turned around again, and leapt to Warp, headed for the closest Starbase.


Takeshi Yamato: Legacy Mission 7, Clear! And at the same time, Ron has recovered the Exeter! :D

Ron the True Fan: Alpha Quadrant, meet masters of R&P.

117Jorn: And the next generations of Takeo, Pinkerton and Yamato have met! :D

Takeshi Yamato: Next up, the assault on the Klingon Weapons Platform, with the Exeter joining the task force! Prepare for carnage!

Until then,

Everyone: JA NE! :D