Chapter 10

UFP Ambassadors Quarters

M'lar's room

The night holds a deceptive calm around the Ambassador's quarters near the main administration building of the United Federations of Planets. M'lar and her entourage had retired for the night. M'lar had tried the bed and found it was too soft and uncomfortable, she twisted and turned in the bed slamming her fist into her pillow she moaned. "Damnit!" Throwing the cover and pillow to the floor, she slid to the floor and finally found a comfortable spot. From the outside of the building, four figures wearing chameleon suits scaled the building's exterior. Slowly crawling up the side of the building until they reached the bedroom they knew the Cleric slept. M'lar heard the sound of the approach of intruders when the door to her bedroom clicked locking from the inside, she rolled over and frowned.

Looking over to where she last saw Bi'Anka she noted she had already slid back against the wall, pressing her body into the shadows to become a part of the darkness. M'lar had shoved her pillow up on the bed and covered it with her blanket. Sliding back against the wall, she slowly inched her way up to a standing position. Slowly with as much stealth as the intruders were using she inched to the door and softly unlocked it. She looked around and could sense Bi'Anka was by the window. She was so carefully hidden in the shadows that M'lar knew no one would see her when the attack came

Tork and Toroth's quarters

Tork heard his cousin stand and walk to his door. "What is going on?" He had rolled over in the soft bed having problems sleeping on the soft bed. He watched Toroth step quietly to the door and place his fingertips to his lips. He nodded to the window outside their room. Tork rolled and crawled to the window near the bed Toroth had occupied. Both Klingon males darted a quick look to the window and saw a mild distortion to the side of the building. Toroth signaled holding up two fingers to his eyes pointing them forward then held up three fingers. They heard their door lock. Both males prepared for battle.

Common Area of Quarters

HmfiC was already ahead of them all when he began to receive readings on his internal security monitor that the building was now crawling with at least ten chameleon dressed figures intent on attacking their rooms. Standing from his monitor he was able to go to the seven guards to warn them of the attack when he heard the door to Tork's room and M'lar's room seal. He watched and smiled when he heard the door to M'lar's room unlock. Snagging the disrupters from the holding area, he disturbed them to the seven guards that now took up positions in the rooms waiting for the assault to happen. He did not worry about Tork or Toroth they were proven warriors and could easily handle the two outside their window.

M'lar's room

The attack came in a simultaneous breach and no one was more surprised than the attackers when they gained access to their assigned areas. Bi'Anka waited for it and watched the window slide open. First one, then two and finally three men entered the room. They aimed their weapon at the bed that appeared to hold a sleeping cleric, and fired their darts into the bed. Much to their surprise they found that their attack from behind was thwarted when a very angry female Klingon growled low and launched her body at them, knocking the three down and allowing the fourth one to enter the room. M'lar sprang forward and engaged two of them kicking her foot up to catch on up the side of his head. The impact was so forceful that the weapon he held dropped from his hands and landed on the floor, M'lar felt one of the attackers come up behind her and get her in a bear hug hold. Bending over, she brought his weight down and over her head and twisted back to bring her heel down on his throat and crunching it hard.

The whole action had caused her attacker to choke and die when his windpipe was crushed. The last noise he made was a sucking breath and then silence from him. Bi'Anka had taken the other two leaving M'lar to finish off the other one that had launched his attack. Bi'Anka round house kicked the one in front of her, causing him to stagger back and hit the wall loosing his grip on his weapon. Twisting back she sucker punched the other one, and dodge a kick by him to her head. She was not as lucky the second time when he landed a hard punch to her gut. This knocked her back and she heard him laugh. He watched her push herself up from the floor. "Come on bitch, you want a piece of me, I want a piece of you, you ugly piece of shit!"

Bi'Anka smiled, then slowly before his stunned gazed he watched her begin to shift and change into something he had only thought was a myth. "What the fu . . . " He muttered and felt the she wolf launched herself at him and grab his neck and chomp down. Blood spurted everywhere over her fur, over the room, she had nailed his jugular vein. Turning on the chest of the now dead man, she set her gaze on the last one that was hers and hers alone. Those feral yellow eyes focused on the last of her attackers and if a wolf could smile, the stupid man thought he saw her smile.

M'lar squared off on her last assailant. "If you were Klingon, I would mind blast you and watch the life leave your eyes as your brain was turned to mush, but I think I would much rather teach you a lesson." She began to pace his movements. Every time he moved to make an attack on her, she danced away from him to spin gracefully and land a hard punch to his kidneys. She was so concentrated on her quarry that she did not note that Bi'Anka had finished off her two and was now sitting on her haunches watching her mistress waiting for a chance to pounce and bring the attacker down.

Tork and Toroth's room

The two would be assailants did not realize that they had chosen the wrong group or the wrong cause to ally themselves with when they agreed to attack the Klingon contingent. They had readily agreed to join eight others to scale the walls and try and kill the Klingons being honored by the UFP. They were going to send a message loud and clear that no Klingon would be honored on Earth. Unfortunately for them, they had not realized the level of training these Klingons had undergone. They thought they were soft clerics or farmers that were trying to manipulate their government head to take slaves to another planet.

As they opened the window both men were grabbed, dragged and slammed down on the floor to be winded and to have their chameleon suits to short out and to change into the grey suit they were normally before the circuits allowed them to blend into the walls. Tork moved quickly, dragging his blade across the attackers throat, Toroth was less agreeable, he had spun around and thrown the attacker out the window to let him fall four stories to his death below on the concrete sidewalk. Tork thinking it was a good idea, lifted his attacker and threw him through the now closed window, causing the window to break and the alarms to go off over the entire complex.

Communal Quarters

In the communal chambers the others were now engaged with the small contingent that had made the mistake of trying to take on seven large and well-trained warriors. It did not take them long to dispatch their four that thought to come in weapons blazing and shouting death to the Klingons. Instead what they found were seven large male Klingons with weapons aimed at them and ready to fire if they twitched. With the alarm now triggered, the whole area was being swarmed with Federation Security officers. They rushed in securing the four men that now laid face down and soiling themselves. HmfiC motioned to the men to advance to the Cleric's quarters. Leaving the Security detail to apprehend the four males that laid on the floor face down and afraid to move.

HmfiC turned to the Federation Security chief. "you leave the cleric's safety to us, that is what we are here and we obviously must wonder about your abilities to protect someone of such high standing in the Klingon Empire." He pushed past the blustering man to M'lar's door. The door opened, when it did the lights came on and HmfiC saw what he expected. He found Four dead bodies on the cleric's bedroom floor. He waited while Bi'Anka shifted back to her Klingon form. Hiding her transformation from the eyes of any others that tried to look into the room. "My Lady, perhaps we should return to the ship. There I know you will not be a target. I can keep you far more secure there than here."

Captain Nolan, Admiral Pressman, and President James Adams entered the room where they had assigned the Klingon Cleric. They quickly assessed the situation and spoke softly with the Chief of Security allowing him to take his prisoners and leave the area. Pressman walked to the cleric's bedroom fully intending to offer his apologies. He also intended to assess how much damage those fools that thought they could kill off a Klingon cleric did. "Excuse me?" He paused seeing she was barely dressed. Turning his back he cleared his throat and spoke apologetically. "Sorry. My Lady M'lar, please forgive me and this intrusion and assault on your party."

M'lar was sure she would have to hold her temper and her words should be chosen carefully. "Admiral why do you turn your back on me?" She folded her arms under her breasts and did not realize that they just pushed them up and gave the viewer a very healthy view of what she had to offer. Pressman leaned to HmfiC "Um she is not dressed." HmfiC was confused. To him M'lar was fully clothed.

"Yes, she is. That is how she sleeps. You may turn around you will not offend her." HmfiC had sounded so nonchalant by the whole of how she was dressed that Pressman shrugged and turned but made it a point to keep his eyes on her eyes.

"Well what I was going to say, as this obviously is not secure enough to keep you safe during your visit on Earth, the President would like you to stay at his Estate and I can assure you nothing can get past that security." M'lar stepped forward and out of the way of the security detail now removing the dead bodies from her bedroom.

"I would have thought your Ambassadors' quarters would have been extremely safe Admiral, how can I trust the President might not be subjected to the same assault I just suffered?' She was being reasonable and she needed to be reassured. She watched Bi'Anka from her peripheral reach for her cape and walk to her side and hand it to her mistress. Speaking softly, "You might want to go take a sonic shower and change you are covered in blood." She then directed her attention to Admiral Pressman.

Bi'Anka nodded and quietly withdrew from the room. Walking to the door she pushed past Pressman and smeared blood on his pretty dress whites. M'lar had waited for Pressman to respond when she noticed that there were others that had mounted this assault on her party now being escorted out of the fourth level unit area. "For that matter Admiral, how can I know any of my party will be safe at the President's estate?" She watched the President and the Captain approach her room. President Adams bowed to her.

"My dear Lady M'lar, I can assure you that I have the highest level of security installed over my entire estate. If I cannot convince you that I would not allow anything to happen to my family, then I suppose there is nothing I can do to except to show you and your honor guard that I do have your best interest and good health at heart." He smiled as charmingly as he could and waited for her to consider his offer.

M'lar looked at HmfiC "Do you wish to go check out the security system and protocols put in place before we move to the Estate of the President?" HmfiC turned his clear cool appraising gaze over the President. He knew what they offered was to allow him to see the entire security system which was a show of trust because to reveal this to a Klingon could put the President of the UFP at risk.

"I will trust his word. Obviously this was not as secured as I am sure a home would be." He stepped to the side of M'lar and folded his arms over his chest. "I will tell you this much these fools that just tried to attack us tonight were armatures they obviously did not have their facts straight or they would not have just sent ten to try and kill us. I can assure you they did try to kill us." He nodded to M'lar and walked from the room, he needed to check on Tork and Toroth.

President Adams waited for M'lar to accept his offer, he wanted to clear this floor and this building and allow his team in to see what they could learn from the evidence left behind and find the faction that had nearly caused a major war between Boreth and Earth. He also wanted to have her secured from a media show he was sure was going to show up and start broadcasting planetary wide what has just happened. He wanted this quashed as soon as possible to keep down gawkers and more factions to try the same stupid thing.

The Klap Trap

Mara was hot and she was not about to calm down. Janae had just about overstepped his own bounds by letting her face off against so many and not offer to help her out. Then she had to admit he had sent Seneri to help. Walking the dark streets of the docks she looked up and smiled, she knew this bar and she knew who would be frequenting the bar. Starting towards the door, she felt a rude hand clamp down on her shoulder and jerk her backwards. "Where ya going baby?" The voice was raspy and stunk of rum. Not in the mood for foreplay, Mara whipped out her blade, twisted the hand up behind the back of the tramper sailor and shoved him against the wall. "Well I take it you are not looking for company?"

Mara shoved the blade up to his ear. "I might be looking for ears to collect, should I take yours?" She hissed back and smiled.

The man chuckled. "Ya know Mara, a man gots ta do what a man gots ta do and if my ear looks that nice to you then go on and take it, I will jest get Janae to get me another." Mara pushed away and slid her knife back in her boot.

"The next time you want to do a little love play Modak, why not pick on someone else, you know I am pissed. I hope Janae gets his . . . "

"OWWW no you don't I had to get me one of those snap on from a pissed off female. Come on let me buy you a drink. I need another."

Mara felt him drape his arm over her shoulders and lead her into the Klap Trap, they both ducked as a chair flew across the room and hit the wall to shatter. "My kind of place." Mara muttered. "I think you had enough to drink by the smell of your breath Modak. I thought you would be camped out her with Ruanna. Isn't she the one that cut yours off?" She walked past three men throwing punches and was thrown into Modak who picked him up and threw him across the room.

"Not Ruanna, my lovely little partner, it was Shena who did not like how I dismounted that night. She was a crazy bitch and she went batcrap crazy. You know I had muh bizness to attend and she did not like how I did my particular brand of bizness."

She hated it when he used street slang. "Look what kind of business did you have that would cause her to go batcrap on you?" She at least could partially understand him while she headed with him to the bar and slid onto a stool.

"It was support for the kid she said I fathered with her. I swear I used protection when I did the nasty mattress mambo with her. So I axed her to show me proof the nappy headed kid was mine. She took offense and well you know what that does to an unstable bitch."

Mara sighed. "So she asked you for child support that was her question?" She looked at the tender. "Bloodwine." She muttered softly. Laid out some silvers and waited for Modak to respond.

"Yep, ya know she never could prove she had a kid or that it was mine. So I refused to support the kid and well you know the rest, I don't know what hit me after that. She just had that sharp knife out and wham, and it was gone and I was laying there bleeding out."

"Then Janae found you and got you surgically fixed right?" She smiled took the drink and tossed it back with a loud belch after she downed the whole mug. "Another." She laid some more silvers on the counter.

Modak frowned. " You going kind of hard on that stuff ain't ya?" He laid out some silvers and ordered his drink. "Shot of rum double it." He muttered softly watching Mara go hard on the bloodwine which had a pretty good kick to it.

"Janae pissed me off left me to fight my brother and his three friends he was happy to sit back and watch me get my ass kicked." She looked at the drink and sighed. "Why does he not realize . . . " She grew quiet and watched the room. "So did you find out anything about the attack on M'lar today?"

Modak knew she had it bad for the boss and he was about to tell her she needed to tell him. Instead because she changed the subject, he waited and then sighed. "Yeah, there are about six factions wanting to off the cleric. There was talk of one of them trying to breach the Ambassador's quarters tonight. Then we have the Cardassians wanting to throw in the mix with the Romulans. If I were M'lar I would be getting my tight little ass back on her ship before she ends up sliced and dices or kidnapped. Two of those factions plan to try and kidnap her since she was kidnapped by the Abarrath they think she is easy pickings now. "

Mara snorted. "Not bloody likely, she will pick her teeth with their bones if they jack with her. They don't know what they are up against. Did you find out anything else?"

Modak swiveled around and hunkered over his drink. "Yep found out that there is a deep cover operative trying to breach the cleric's inner sanctum? He is a deep cover operative from Section 57 and unless HmfiC is on guard this guy I hear can do what he sets out to do." Mara was interested in this information.

"Really did you get his name?" She sipped her drink this time.

"Nope still working on it. Right now, I just want to kick back and relax." They both turned to watch the bar and saw the door open and Seneri entered followed by Janae. Mara frowned. Setting her drink down she slid from the barstool.

"I think this place just lost its charm. I will see you back on the ship." She hit her badge and felt the familiar tingling sensation as she fizzled from view and was beamed aboard her ship.

"I see my little Princess is still pissed." Janae said walking up to the bar with Seneri at his side.

"Yep, and you should have helped her boss." Modak turned back and hunkered over his drink folding his arms around the glass. "You know she has it bad for you."

Janae was struck hard. "She what?" He was incredulous at such a thought. "she would rather gut me than bed me Modak." He reached for his drink and finished it. "You've had too much of this. Besides we have to go find the cleric, I heard that there is going to be an assault on the place she is staying. Ten of them, by the time we get there if the fools have tried they will be dead or imprisoned. Don't think they know what they are getting themselves involved in if they try to attack HmfiC's chosen warriors."

Seneri watched the two men and had to ask. "Why would you say that, we were able to obtain her presence with little effort."

"That is because you guys are the exception to the rule and you have better tech. The fools that will try to take out the cleric will find they are in for a rough time and will be lucky if they live. They might be cleric and farmers on Boreth, but I can assure you her guard are highly skilled and trained killers."

"What of the cleric and Bi'Anka we observed their skills and find they are very well trained."

"That is because the Supreme Cleric her father made sure she had the right genetics when she was born. He had her enhanced to be a superior warrior. That is why she is so proficient in every fighting technique and weapons training. She could not be anything else but very good at what she does, she virtually had no choice in the matter."

The three dark figures sitting in the corner listened to the conversation between Modak, Janae, and Seneri and made note of the information that Janae was imparting, they darted their gazes to one another and then trying not to be noticed stood up and walked to the door and into the night. What they had been told was true, their pointed ears and protrusive foreheads were hidden under a skull cap. Walking to the end of the darken street, their bodies fizzled from view as they were beamed aboard a ship. When their bodies formed on the ship and high ranking Romulan officer stepped forward. "I take it you have what we need?"

They nodded and followed him down the hallway into a large room that held one man sitting at a table and studying the profile of M'lar. "Well" He did not bother to look up he just waited for the information he wanted.

"She was genetically altered and enhanced from birth by her father. " the leader of the three stepped forward and placed a disk on the table. The Romulan leader Shinzon took the disk and inserted it in his console. He sat back and watched the images of Modak, Seneri and Janae appear and he listened to the recorded conversation. He played it through sat back and rubbed a finger over his top lip.

"I want more information and I want a plan in place before she leaves the planet or is back on the ship she arrived on is that clear?" He looked up with the coolly appraising eyes and bore a hole through the man that had given him the disk. The man nodded and he along with his two companions turned and left Shinzon sitting and stewing on what he would do once he had M'lar. He could sell her to the highest bidder but then again he might want her as a slave on Romulus. He smiled thinking about making her his slave. He rather enjoyed the thought of watching her scrub his floors and his boots.