Skirmishes of the Dominion War
By: Pho
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 4: Give Me My Raktajino Or Give Me My Weapons!
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Star Trek (any series or movie of it). It is owned by many people I'm sure, and Paramount I think. No infringement is intended, this is written purely for fun.
Year: 2392
"So," said Admiral Kujou with a touch of mirth in his voice," You want to know how the raktajino I am so fond of won the battle at Toridasi?"
The Ensign nodded," Yes Admiral."
"My orders were simple. A new Dominion shipyard was under construction at Toridasi, I was to destroy it. Supposedly all of the guard ships had been lured away by diversions being caused by several task forces..."
Year: 2372
The Freedomsong dropped out of warp speed with its shields up and weapons charged.
"Give me a full sensor sweep of the system," said Captain Kujou with caution evident in his voice.
"Nothing," said the officer at sensors," absolutely nothing but the partially finished shipyard and a few construction vessels."
"Jam their communications, take us to full impulse speed, and lock quantum torpedoes on the unfinished shipyard."
"Aye Captain," came a chorus of voices.
This was going much easier than he thought it would. Much easier...that was when the ship buckled violently beneath him, and the deck and his face had an unfortunate collision.
He wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and shouted," Status report! What the hell was that?!"
"Three Keldon Class ships have decloaked around us," said the new tactical officer," shields are at thirty percent, quantum torpedoes are offline, and our pulse phasers are only at half power."
"Target the lead ship," said Captain Kujou, regaining his ability to stand erect," Fire!"
Pulse phaser blasts raked the lead Keldon continuously, and about a minute later it was dead in space. Lances of disruptor fire however, slammed into the Freedomsong.
"Shields at five percent," coughed the tactical officer, through the smoke clouding the bridge," and our weapons are gone! The Cardassians are lowering their shields to begin beaming boarding parties over!!"
Kujou looked around, there had to be some way to stop them, this crew, this ship, none of it could end like this. Finally his eyes settled upon a food replicator he had ordered installed on the bridge last week, so the staff wouldn't need to leave their posts for something as petty as food.
"Give me my raktajino," he whispered.
"Captain," asked Commander Minarvi, clearly thinking his Captain had finally snapped under the pressures of the war.
"We beam over the raktajino," said Kujou with a snap of his fingers.
"Captain," said Commander Minarvi, using all of his Starfleet training to remain polite," Raktajino, while very good for helping a humanoid stay up, is only Klingon coffee."
"That is the point Commander, replicate as much raktajino as you can, we're going to beam it aboard the Cardassian ships!"
"Captain, I'm afraid I don't follow you..."
"We beam aboard the coffee and they think we've lost our minds. But you know what happens when a few concussion grenades go off in raktajino don't you?"
"Of course, raktajino is highly flammable, it would cause an immense...explosion!"
"Exactly."
Within minutes the raktajino had been beamed aboard the Keldon Class ships. Then followed the concussion grenades.
The Cardassian ships exploded in brilliant, but short lived fireballs. The shockwave from their destruction severly rattled the Freedomsong, and a piece of decking flew up and impaled the new tactical officer.
"Amazing that they never thought to beam anyone aboard through our weakened shields," said Kujou, laughing.
"I think they were waiting for us to surrender Captain," said Commander Minarvi, not as jovial," How do we destroy those shipyards now?"
"Captain," yelled the officer at sensors," Three Romulan Warbirds have decloaked and are firing on the shipyard and its construction vessels!"
Captain Kujou lowered himself into the Captain's chair with a smile," Give me my raktajino, or give me my weapons. I'm either going to watch with that coffee, or we're going to help them."
So, raktajino in hand, he watched as the shipyards were destroyed, and the Romulan vessels recloaked.
"Do we still have warp," asked Captain Kujou.
"Yes Captain," replied the officer at the helm.
"Plot a course to the nearest Federation Starbase, warp seven. Engage!"
With that the Freedomsong thrummed with the sound of the ship preparing to jump to warpspeed, and then a coughing sound followed. The egines sputtered and died.
"Sir, this may take a while..."
Year: 2392
"Sir, how did you all get back to the Starbase?"
"We fought our way on full impulse for a week before the engineers finally managed to get us up to warp three," said the Admiral with a chuckle," We were lucky that the weapons were brought back online only an hour after the warp drive died."
"Yes Admiral, you were. I still have one question about this engagement..."
"Yes Ensign?"
"The explosions caused by the raktajino and concussion grenades couldn't have been able to take out a Keldon ordinarily..."
Admiral Kujou let loose a hearty laugh," For the same reason you never fire particle weapons in engineering Ensign, you might hit the warp core! The raktajino and then later, the grenades, were beamed in as close to their warp cores as we could. We were lucky enough that the raktajino spilled towards the cores instead of away from them."
A/N: Yes our Admiral is none other than Captain Kujou. Next chapter, we take a break from the humorous side of the war for something a little darker, we finally meet a representative of Section 31 and a representative of the Tal'Shiar.
By: Pho
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 4: Give Me My Raktajino Or Give Me My Weapons!
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Star Trek (any series or movie of it). It is owned by many people I'm sure, and Paramount I think. No infringement is intended, this is written purely for fun.
Year: 2392
"So," said Admiral Kujou with a touch of mirth in his voice," You want to know how the raktajino I am so fond of won the battle at Toridasi?"
The Ensign nodded," Yes Admiral."
"My orders were simple. A new Dominion shipyard was under construction at Toridasi, I was to destroy it. Supposedly all of the guard ships had been lured away by diversions being caused by several task forces..."
Year: 2372
The Freedomsong dropped out of warp speed with its shields up and weapons charged.
"Give me a full sensor sweep of the system," said Captain Kujou with caution evident in his voice.
"Nothing," said the officer at sensors," absolutely nothing but the partially finished shipyard and a few construction vessels."
"Jam their communications, take us to full impulse speed, and lock quantum torpedoes on the unfinished shipyard."
"Aye Captain," came a chorus of voices.
This was going much easier than he thought it would. Much easier...that was when the ship buckled violently beneath him, and the deck and his face had an unfortunate collision.
He wiped the blood trickling from his mouth and shouted," Status report! What the hell was that?!"
"Three Keldon Class ships have decloaked around us," said the new tactical officer," shields are at thirty percent, quantum torpedoes are offline, and our pulse phasers are only at half power."
"Target the lead ship," said Captain Kujou, regaining his ability to stand erect," Fire!"
Pulse phaser blasts raked the lead Keldon continuously, and about a minute later it was dead in space. Lances of disruptor fire however, slammed into the Freedomsong.
"Shields at five percent," coughed the tactical officer, through the smoke clouding the bridge," and our weapons are gone! The Cardassians are lowering their shields to begin beaming boarding parties over!!"
Kujou looked around, there had to be some way to stop them, this crew, this ship, none of it could end like this. Finally his eyes settled upon a food replicator he had ordered installed on the bridge last week, so the staff wouldn't need to leave their posts for something as petty as food.
"Give me my raktajino," he whispered.
"Captain," asked Commander Minarvi, clearly thinking his Captain had finally snapped under the pressures of the war.
"We beam over the raktajino," said Kujou with a snap of his fingers.
"Captain," said Commander Minarvi, using all of his Starfleet training to remain polite," Raktajino, while very good for helping a humanoid stay up, is only Klingon coffee."
"That is the point Commander, replicate as much raktajino as you can, we're going to beam it aboard the Cardassian ships!"
"Captain, I'm afraid I don't follow you..."
"We beam aboard the coffee and they think we've lost our minds. But you know what happens when a few concussion grenades go off in raktajino don't you?"
"Of course, raktajino is highly flammable, it would cause an immense...explosion!"
"Exactly."
Within minutes the raktajino had been beamed aboard the Keldon Class ships. Then followed the concussion grenades.
The Cardassian ships exploded in brilliant, but short lived fireballs. The shockwave from their destruction severly rattled the Freedomsong, and a piece of decking flew up and impaled the new tactical officer.
"Amazing that they never thought to beam anyone aboard through our weakened shields," said Kujou, laughing.
"I think they were waiting for us to surrender Captain," said Commander Minarvi, not as jovial," How do we destroy those shipyards now?"
"Captain," yelled the officer at sensors," Three Romulan Warbirds have decloaked and are firing on the shipyard and its construction vessels!"
Captain Kujou lowered himself into the Captain's chair with a smile," Give me my raktajino, or give me my weapons. I'm either going to watch with that coffee, or we're going to help them."
So, raktajino in hand, he watched as the shipyards were destroyed, and the Romulan vessels recloaked.
"Do we still have warp," asked Captain Kujou.
"Yes Captain," replied the officer at the helm.
"Plot a course to the nearest Federation Starbase, warp seven. Engage!"
With that the Freedomsong thrummed with the sound of the ship preparing to jump to warpspeed, and then a coughing sound followed. The egines sputtered and died.
"Sir, this may take a while..."
Year: 2392
"Sir, how did you all get back to the Starbase?"
"We fought our way on full impulse for a week before the engineers finally managed to get us up to warp three," said the Admiral with a chuckle," We were lucky that the weapons were brought back online only an hour after the warp drive died."
"Yes Admiral, you were. I still have one question about this engagement..."
"Yes Ensign?"
"The explosions caused by the raktajino and concussion grenades couldn't have been able to take out a Keldon ordinarily..."
Admiral Kujou let loose a hearty laugh," For the same reason you never fire particle weapons in engineering Ensign, you might hit the warp core! The raktajino and then later, the grenades, were beamed in as close to their warp cores as we could. We were lucky enough that the raktajino spilled towards the cores instead of away from them."
A/N: Yes our Admiral is none other than Captain Kujou. Next chapter, we take a break from the humorous side of the war for something a little darker, we finally meet a representative of Section 31 and a representative of the Tal'Shiar.