Disclaimer: STAR TREK NOT MINE!
Thanks again to reviewers and sorry about how long I've taken. I had a Macbeth paper and a report on the Industrial Revolution in between now and then, and even starving artists have to sleep! ( although the average trekkie needs approximatly 2.782195 hours less sleep than the normal terran specimin.)
Chapter 3: In the Wrong Place with the Wrong Klingon.
The bridge doors flew open and Captain James T Kirk sailed in under full power, ready for anything.
What he found was a nearly empty bridge with one frantic Lieutenant pacing the walkway in front of the view screen and muttering to herself. On the screen was a Klingon Bird of Prey.
"Sir," the lieutenant reported as soon as she saw him, "The Klingon ship came up on our pot side. She has weapons powered up and now demands our immediate surrender."
Bridge crew began to pour in at that moment. He turned to the young officer. She was new, recently assigned. Spock had welcomed her aboard two days ago and he hadn't gotten around to introducing himself.
"Shields are up and the helm and navigational stations are freed from automatic control."
"Very good, Lieutenant…"
"Stanton, sir."
"Yes, Stanton. Take navigations please Lieutenant."
Kirk turned to the communications station. "Uhura, open a channel to the Klingon commander."
"Channel open sir."
"This is Captain James T…"
The Klingon commander cut off Kirk from giving his usual introduction.
"I know who you are, Kirk. I despised you even before you were born. Destiny has brought us here today. Look now, Captain Kirk, upon the face of the one who will destroy you.
The Klingon made a noise between a laugh and a growl. He folded his arms a Kirk and waited.
Kirk stared at the Klingon unmoved. It was hard to believe that one lonely bird of prey was challenging the Enterprise to a shoot out. I was suicide for the Klingon, and the reactions of his bridge crew showed it. Spock sat still with his eyebrow climbing higher into his forehead. Lieutenant Stanton stifled a laugh in her sleeve, and Sulu grinned as if he had just found a kindred spirit. From where he stood Kirk could not directly see Lieutenant Uhura, but he could hear her scrambling to find the communications earpiece that she has dropped out of shock and amusement.
Doctor McCoy came on the bridge, noted the grinning Sulu and the smirking Lieutenant Stanton, Kirks rigid posture, the laughing Klingon, Spocks eyebrow, and mumbled something about a transfer. He still held in his arms the bucket of synthesized rubber bands.
The Klingon ceased his laughter and looked at Kirk smugly. (Well, as smug as a Klingon can ever get)
"Aha, I see you refuse to believe me. A small demonstration is in order."
He gave a sharp order to his helm officer. A moment later, the Enterprise shook. Cries of surprise filled the air and officers bounced all over the place. Kirk and McCoy were thrown to the floor, and the bucket that had been in McCoy's hands was now upside down over the engineering consoles. Spock and Uhura held on by clamping their feet around the base of their chairs. Liza fell across the helm and into Sulu's lap. Then they both fell to the floor in a tangle of arm's and legs. After an unusually long amount of time the shaking stopped. People began to get to their feet, dazed and confused.
Liza, her face beet red, apologized to Sulu, and reported, "Shields down to 10% sir, can't take another hit like that one."
"A Klingon Bird of Prey can't have those kind of capabilities sir, exclaimed Sulu.
"But it obviously does, said Kirk, there are no other ships in the area. Analysis Spock?"
"There is a different power signature to this bird o prey that the others we have encountered, Captain, said Spock, I concluded that this ship has an accent to it that we do not know about."
"So you mean the Klingons have even the odds a bit when it comes to matching constitution class ships against birds of prey, the doctor inquired while he cleaned up the rubber bands.
"Evidently so Doctor"
Spock didn't even add a comment to spur McCoy into a verbal sparing match. Kirk took that as a very bad sign.
"So you're telling me Spock, that we can't out fight even one small Klingon ship with these new additions?"
"No."
"Well, said McCoy, "We've blown enough of their ships outta the galaxy for them to get mad and do something about it."
Kirk sat down in his chair. "Uhura, reopen that channel."
"Aye sir"
As communications reopened, Kirk viewed his options. He obviously could not fight his was out of this one if Spock information was correct. There was no doubting Spock. He couldn't negotiate with this Klingon. It was well known that Klingons didn't take prisoners. Then one idea flashed across his mind, but he began to immediately dismiss it. I was totally illogical… yet what other choices did he have?
"Scotty, Kirk called down to engineering, "How long will it take you to repair the engines and the shields?
"About two hours sir, Whatever kind o force that was that hit us, it was incredibly powerful. By all accounts, we should be dead now, I just canna understand how the ship held together!"
"She's a good ship, Scotty, get her fixed as fast as you can. Bridge out"
Kirk was committed now. His plan was totally insane, and Bones would probably certify him if he had a chance, but surrendering to a Klingon, An annoying one at that, was out of the question. He turned to inform his crew of his plan.
"Sir, said Uhura just then, Communication has been re established, and the Klingon commander is threatening to fire again!"
There was no time to inform the rest. Kirk prayed they would catch on. He turned to the helm and the show began.
Thanks again to reviewers and sorry about how long I've taken. I had a Macbeth paper and a report on the Industrial Revolution in between now and then, and even starving artists have to sleep! ( although the average trekkie needs approximatly 2.782195 hours less sleep than the normal terran specimin.)
Chapter 3: In the Wrong Place with the Wrong Klingon.
The bridge doors flew open and Captain James T Kirk sailed in under full power, ready for anything.
What he found was a nearly empty bridge with one frantic Lieutenant pacing the walkway in front of the view screen and muttering to herself. On the screen was a Klingon Bird of Prey.
"Sir," the lieutenant reported as soon as she saw him, "The Klingon ship came up on our pot side. She has weapons powered up and now demands our immediate surrender."
Bridge crew began to pour in at that moment. He turned to the young officer. She was new, recently assigned. Spock had welcomed her aboard two days ago and he hadn't gotten around to introducing himself.
"Shields are up and the helm and navigational stations are freed from automatic control."
"Very good, Lieutenant…"
"Stanton, sir."
"Yes, Stanton. Take navigations please Lieutenant."
Kirk turned to the communications station. "Uhura, open a channel to the Klingon commander."
"Channel open sir."
"This is Captain James T…"
The Klingon commander cut off Kirk from giving his usual introduction.
"I know who you are, Kirk. I despised you even before you were born. Destiny has brought us here today. Look now, Captain Kirk, upon the face of the one who will destroy you.
The Klingon made a noise between a laugh and a growl. He folded his arms a Kirk and waited.
Kirk stared at the Klingon unmoved. It was hard to believe that one lonely bird of prey was challenging the Enterprise to a shoot out. I was suicide for the Klingon, and the reactions of his bridge crew showed it. Spock sat still with his eyebrow climbing higher into his forehead. Lieutenant Stanton stifled a laugh in her sleeve, and Sulu grinned as if he had just found a kindred spirit. From where he stood Kirk could not directly see Lieutenant Uhura, but he could hear her scrambling to find the communications earpiece that she has dropped out of shock and amusement.
Doctor McCoy came on the bridge, noted the grinning Sulu and the smirking Lieutenant Stanton, Kirks rigid posture, the laughing Klingon, Spocks eyebrow, and mumbled something about a transfer. He still held in his arms the bucket of synthesized rubber bands.
The Klingon ceased his laughter and looked at Kirk smugly. (Well, as smug as a Klingon can ever get)
"Aha, I see you refuse to believe me. A small demonstration is in order."
He gave a sharp order to his helm officer. A moment later, the Enterprise shook. Cries of surprise filled the air and officers bounced all over the place. Kirk and McCoy were thrown to the floor, and the bucket that had been in McCoy's hands was now upside down over the engineering consoles. Spock and Uhura held on by clamping their feet around the base of their chairs. Liza fell across the helm and into Sulu's lap. Then they both fell to the floor in a tangle of arm's and legs. After an unusually long amount of time the shaking stopped. People began to get to their feet, dazed and confused.
Liza, her face beet red, apologized to Sulu, and reported, "Shields down to 10% sir, can't take another hit like that one."
"A Klingon Bird of Prey can't have those kind of capabilities sir, exclaimed Sulu.
"But it obviously does, said Kirk, there are no other ships in the area. Analysis Spock?"
"There is a different power signature to this bird o prey that the others we have encountered, Captain, said Spock, I concluded that this ship has an accent to it that we do not know about."
"So you mean the Klingons have even the odds a bit when it comes to matching constitution class ships against birds of prey, the doctor inquired while he cleaned up the rubber bands.
"Evidently so Doctor"
Spock didn't even add a comment to spur McCoy into a verbal sparing match. Kirk took that as a very bad sign.
"So you're telling me Spock, that we can't out fight even one small Klingon ship with these new additions?"
"No."
"Well, said McCoy, "We've blown enough of their ships outta the galaxy for them to get mad and do something about it."
Kirk sat down in his chair. "Uhura, reopen that channel."
"Aye sir"
As communications reopened, Kirk viewed his options. He obviously could not fight his was out of this one if Spock information was correct. There was no doubting Spock. He couldn't negotiate with this Klingon. It was well known that Klingons didn't take prisoners. Then one idea flashed across his mind, but he began to immediately dismiss it. I was totally illogical… yet what other choices did he have?
"Scotty, Kirk called down to engineering, "How long will it take you to repair the engines and the shields?
"About two hours sir, Whatever kind o force that was that hit us, it was incredibly powerful. By all accounts, we should be dead now, I just canna understand how the ship held together!"
"She's a good ship, Scotty, get her fixed as fast as you can. Bridge out"
Kirk was committed now. His plan was totally insane, and Bones would probably certify him if he had a chance, but surrendering to a Klingon, An annoying one at that, was out of the question. He turned to inform his crew of his plan.
"Sir, said Uhura just then, Communication has been re established, and the Klingon commander is threatening to fire again!"
There was no time to inform the rest. Kirk prayed they would catch on. He turned to the helm and the show began.