QU'AL OUTPOST, KLINGON BORDER
JUNE 13, 2376
The Klingon
outpost on Qu'aL was an older outpost, in the time where the Klingons and the
Federation were at war. The outpost
had minimal defenses, two transports for protection and an low grade energy
shield. The Captain was running
checks on the phasers. They had
been going on and off line for the past two hours. As of now they were off-line again. Suddenly the blaring alarms of a red-alert echoed through the station. On the sensors, were two birds-of-prey, that were attacking the station. What were they doing? The
outpost launched its two transports, which were no match for two birds-of-prey.
The
Captain sent out a distress signal, "This is the outpost on Qu'aL. We are under attack by two Klingon warships! Can anyone assist us?" But
it was to late the Captain watched as the transports were blown away, and as the
station blew into pieces, and then the darkness came.
KLINGON HIGH COUNSEL, Qo'noS
JUNE 14, 2376
Mar'tok had
been in this position before, long ago, or so it seemed. He had been involved in the civil war between Gow'ron and
the Duras family that had almost destroyed the Empire. Now he was here again, one day ago, a Klingon outpost on
Qu'al was destroyed by two unknown Klingon birds-of-prey. Around him now was the High Counsel, discussing what to do
about this incident.
"As
all of you know by now the outpost on Qu'al was destroyed yesterday by renegade
Klingons hoping to bring us into a second civil war" Mar'tok exclaimed.
"Where
did these renegade Klingons come from?" asked Captain Klang.
"We
do not know," replied Mar'tok. "The
question is what do we do about it. Should we sent a fleet to destroy them and hope our arrogance
shall not plunge the Empire into civil war again!"
"Mar'tok,
they attacked Klingon citizens, who were unarmed and utterly defenseless. We have to protect the Empire. An
old saying says that any Klingon should put the good of the Empire above his own
pride. We must protect the people, for the Empire!" proclaimed
Klang.
"Sir,
those are Klingon citizens,no matter what they have done or what they plan to
do, they are Klingons, their heart is of this world." said Ko'lar.
Ko'lar
was a promising young Klingon with a bright future ahead of him. He was Mar'tok's new Chief-of-Staff. What both Klang and Ko'lar had said were true, but now was not time for
truth, it was time for action.
"Very
well, assemble a fleet to protect Qo'noS." ordered Mar'tok.
Klang
came up to his chair saying, " You're doing the right thing. Tomorrow you and I shall have bloodwine and drink to victory. Ka'plah, Success"
As
Klang left Mar'tok replied, "Ka'plah, to you as well my old friend. I have a feeling, however, we will not be drinking to victory, but to
darkness."
DURAS HOME, Qo'noS
JUNE 14, 2376
Lursa and
Be'tor were sitting quietly in the home of their father. Gowron had arrested them for treason many years ago, but they had easily
escaped. They had collaborated with
the Romulans to gain control of the government, now they waited for a second
chance at the Empire.
A
guard walked in just then, "comm channel for you, Sir"
"Which
one of us? asked Be'tor.
"Both
of you," came the reply.
They
both walked to the screen, activated it, and sat down, waiting. The screen was fuzzy, but then became clear as they both looked into the
face of pure evil.
The
voice came to them next, "Lursa and Be'tor, I presume. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Zutegre, leader of the
Furies. I have a proposition for
you. I want you to take my two
Klingon birds-of-prey and attack and destroy the fleet stationed at Qo'noS."
"What
is in it for us?" Lursa asked.
"Then
I will allow you to control the entire Klingon Empire, and rule it however you
two desire. That's what you want,
isn't it?"
"Do
you honestly believe two ships can destroy an entire fleet? asked Be'tor.
"Ha.
Ha. Ha. These are Klingon ships
modified by Fury technology, Fury weapons, Fury hull, Fury engines. In a sense, you have two Fury warships that can take down an entire fleet
in a matter of moments."
Lursa
and Be'tor grin at each other, they had found their way for revenge. "All right we'll do it." they both replied.
"Excellent,
the two birds-of-prey will rendezvous with you at the manufacturing plant at
Praxis in less than one hour."
The
communication was cut just like that. Lursa
and Be'tor jumped up and went to their ship to prepare for the rendezvous.
WEAPONS PLANT, PRAXIS
JUNE 14, 2376
The Duras
sisters' ship came up quickly on the moon of Praxis, and went into slow orbit. The weapons plant was laid out in front of them, it was magnificent. The lights shone from every angle, and crevice. This base was where Klingons made weapons for the black market. Weapons made and then sold to the Ferengi, Maquis, Romulans, and so on. The Klingon government had no knowledge of this plant, and thus they
would be undetected here. Their
minds turned back to the task at hand.
"Where
are the birds-of-prey we were promised?" Lursa asked.
"I
don't know." Be'tor replied.
Then,
as if summoned, a flash of red light glowed in front of them. A brilliant wormhole opened like magic, and from its mouth two
birds-of-prey came swooping out of the darkness of the shadows. Both ships turned directly toward the base, and opened fire. Blue phasers burned through the atmosphere and blew away buildings,
roads, and even people. Klingon
weapons tried to retaliate, but simply bounced off the Fury-modified hull. In seconds, the entire weapons plant was in flames, totally destroyed.
Lursa
and Be'tor watched all of this on their screen, in utter disbelief. After it was over, the comm unit bleeped to life.
"Private
communication for you, Sir." said an officer.
"We'll
take it on the console." replied Be'tor.
As
before, the same evil face and voice came to them. "Greetings, By now you have seen an entire facility disappear in a
matter of seconds. I hope you're
pleased with the modifications we've made." said Zutegre.
"That
was quiet impressive." exclaimed Lursa.
"Thank
you. Now, proceed with the second
phase of the plan." The screen
went dark as quickly as it had come on.
"Helmsman,
set course for Qo'noS, maximum warp, and signal the two ships to follow
us." ordered Lursa.
"Prepare
to cloak, as well." ordered Be'tor.
"I
Sir." came the reply from all over the bridge.
The
Duras ship cloaked into a haze, and disappeared into the shadows of the night. The two Fury-modified ships also cloaked and disappeared into the night.
KLINGON FLEET, Qo'noS
JUNE 15, 2376
Ko'lar was
leading this fleet, as Mar'tok busing with affairs of state. Ko'lar had opposed the fleet, because a fleet was not needed
to protect the homeworld from only two renegade ships; however, had been given a
direct order and thus had to obey. He
looked out toward the screen. It
was a wondrous sight, ship after ship after ship, surrounding the homeworld of
Qo'noS. Ships from the thirty year
old bird-of-prey to the new Vor'cha attack cruiser.
What am I doing out here? he thought to himself.
Just
then, he got his answer. The
blaring alarms and red alert sounds jolted him back to reality. This was trouble.
"What's
happening?" he asked walking out onto the bridge.
"Three
Birds-of-prey have uncloaked, and are attacking us, Sir." replied someone
from behind.
"Can
you Identify them?" Ko'lar asked.
"Two
of them I can't, but one looks to be a the ship of the Duras sisters."
proclaimed the same officer.
"Lursa
and Be'tor, the traitors!" shouted Ko'lar. "Attack position, fire at will!"
The
Klingon fleet opened fire with everything it had. The Duras ship shook under the force of heavy fire. The other two birds-of-prey remained completely intact. One flipped up side down, and locked on to a Vor'cha attack cruiser. It fired its phasers straight down the heart. The blue phaser hit the port side nacelle, blowing it completely off, and
continued down the port side, slicing a hole right through the hull. The beam continued slicing and hit the neck, blowing the bridge section
away. When the beam finally
disengaged, there was nothing left, and the ship fell apart in flames.
Ko'lar
had been watching all of this in disbelief. He said, "Retreat, retreat, all ships full retreat. Get me the High Counsel."
A
picture of Mar'tok's face appeared on the screen. "Ko'lar, how goes the fight?"
"Not
well, we will have to call for a full retreat."
"Your
joking, against two ships!"
"Yes,
they have some sort of---------"
It
broke off in mid sentence. Ko'lar
shouted, "Get him back! Get
him back!"
His
crew had all turned to face the viewscreen, he followed their eyes. The two unknown ships were heading directly for them.
"Evasive. Try to signal our surrender"
It
was no use, the ships continued their course toward them, and then opened fire. The blue beam crossed the side of the Bortas, and hit the engines blowing
the back of the ship off. The
Bortas, now severely disabled, had no chance. The second beam caught directly under the bridge and in seconds the ship
was engulfed in flames. The
shockwave went for what seemed like forever, and then calmed. Their was nothing left of the Klingon fleet, but pieces floating here and
there.
On
the bridge of their ship, Lursa and Be'tor celebrated their victory. The Empire was theirs.
"Victory
is ours, Be'tor." said Lursa.
"Yes,
only one thing is left undone. Prepare
our troops for transport to the capital city."
"At
once, Sir" was the reply.
CAPITAL CITY, Qo'noS
JUNE 15, 2376
Mar'tok was
worried, he had not heard from Ko'lar or the fleet since that communication was
cut off in mid-sentence. How could
two ships pose such a threat? Then
he heard the sound of phaser fire outside the High Counsel, and became more
worried. In moments, hundreds of
troops burst through the door, and surrounded the entire counsel. Lursa and Be'tor walked in right after.
"Lursa,
Be'tor, you traitors!" exclaimed Mar'tok. "What's the meaning of all of this?"
"Mar'tok,
just a few hours ago, we destroyed your entire fleet, and now have come to seize
the capital." replied Lursa.
Mar'tok
understood, his fleet was now gone, the leader of the High Counsel could lead no
more.
Klang
now responded, "You have no right to take the Counsel throne!"
"Ah,
but we do, you can't stop us." Be'tor said.
"I
will stop you, myself." Klang said.
One
nod from Lursa and a phaser shot right into Klang, knocking him to the ground.
"He's
dead." replied someone standing over Klang.
Mar'tok
knew it was hopeless, that they would not win this war, "Very well, take
the thrown."
Lursa
and Be'tor took the throne as Mar'tok climbed out. He went and knelt by the body of his friend, Klang.
"I
told you we would be drinking to darkness, my foolish old friend. I promise you that one day, in Stoval Core, we shall drink to
victory."