Star Trek: Special Forces
Edition 2 Deadly Alliance
Sitting across the table in the conference room on board the newly commissioned USS Paralex, the one of a kind Dominance class flagship of the federation fresh out of dry-dock, Demingo stared in shock at the diplomats greeting him. Admiral Monroe introduced them
" This is ambassador Worf the federation liaison to the Klingon Empire and commander Nekrom of the Van-Cha" the two massive klingons took their seats and the admiral turned to the other guest "and this is and this is captain Sentek of the Melorove representing the Romulan star empire" the long, thin Romulan took his seat at the opposite end of the table from the klingons leaving Demingo and Monroe only the two seats between both parties. When all groups where seated the admiral began "Lets not waste time we all know why we are here so lets get down to business"
The room was filled with tension and hostility. Seemingly agreeing with the admiral ambassador Worf described the situation
"we all know that each of us has had dealings with these un-identified raiders. We know they are heavily armed and formidable in battle and we all know that they have stolen secret prototype technology from each of us." Sensing his time had come Sentek stated
"The Romulan star empire has also had technology stolen from a science station which was heavily protected and deep within our own territory which rules out your involvement"
Anger growing at this remark Demingo exploded
" What the hell do you mean? My ship could take out your entire armada single-handedly"
Laughing Sentek replied,
"I very much doubt your pathetic excuse for a warship could so much as scratch the shields of my mighty warbird" Demingo leapt to his feet, anger seething through his veins but it was the klingon commander Nekrom who shouted across at the Romulan
"Pa-tak you most likely surrendered at the very sight of the raiders and handed them the technology to save your own skins"
With a look of disgust the Romulan rounded on the klingon
"So you don't just hide behind the federation whenever trouble arises" then with a smirk "one day the Klingon Empire will fall to us and then I will remember you here cowering and weak"
Charging at the Romulan Nekrom roared
"You'll die for that Romulan pa-tak" and puling his d'k tahg from his belt dove at the Sentek. The two wrestle on the floor with the Nekrom's blade pressed against Sentek's throat until Worf pulls the enraged klingon away from his intended victim. Admiral Munroe brings the meeting to a close by saying "that's enough! Now the three of you are ordered to work together to hunt down and stop these raiders. Forget whatever differences you have had in the past before they destroy us all, got that! You leave in four hours be ready" Thy all file out while Demingo is left with Monroe doubts clogging his mind.
"Sir this is never going to work"
"I have no choice" cut in Monroe "I may be head of Starfleet security but this was cleared by the chief of staff herself"
"How do you expect that Romulan follow orders? You saw how he acted there"
"To be perfectly honest I don't but the bigwigs at fleet headquarters do so I have to follow orders"
"With all due respect sir, I'm not a member of Starfleet, Starfleet command has no jurisdiction over me and I don't take orders from them. I take them from you and only out of respect for what you did for me"
"Good! I'm giving you operational control of the mission if Sentek gives you any trouble deal with him" At that Demingo turned and left the briefing room.
Chan and Resel sat at a small table in the corner of the mess hall onboard station delta three, while Mersha argued with the Bolian behind the bar to give them something not containing shynthahol. The room wreaked of klingons a large and loud group of them sat at the other end of the room. Only feet away sat a nauseated looking group of Romulans eyeing up the room and its inhabitants as thou picking out targets. Chan sat hatred building up inside him, he didn't care for klingons but he positively hated Romulans. He had been brought up on one of the monitoring posts along the neutral zone, while away at Starfleet academy a warbird attacked the out post killing his entire family. The next day he resigned from Starfleet and set out for revenge. He joined various groups learning how to kill and use different types of weapons until he met Resel in a bar on Velaton 4. She was a skilled sniper working for an elite group of tactical operatives and she put him in touch with Demingo onboard the Shadow Hawk and now here he was sitting no more than six meters from some measure of retribution. His mind returned to the situation in hand when Mersha returned with their drinks.
"God dam Bolian" she complained "wanted to give us synthetic whisky since those klingons have taken all the blood wine" Settling the tray down on the metal table she took he seat next to Chan and handed him his glass of scotch and they began to discus the mission
"What do you think of the pointes over there" said Resel
" Wouldn't trust them as far as I could spit," replied Chan "they'll sell us out first chance they get"
"This looks interesting," said Resel as two heavily drunk klingons began to fight over at their table. The two intoxicated aliens lobed heavy drunken punches, which sent pitchers and bottles flying, rather than connecting with their intended target. One of the klingons however managed to catch his opponent on the chin with one punch, which sent the reeling into the Romulans table. In a second the room exploded in to chaos chairs and fists flying every ware. An unconscious Romulan landed on the crew of the Dark Raven's table. With his enhanced strength Chan hurled the warrior back into the fray and the three of them fought their way to the door. Laughing as they walked down the corridor away from the ensuing battle.
Far off many light years away a small figure in a plain black robe made his way down a large dimly lit corridor. As he approached the heavily ornamented door of the throne room Ankaba panicked, why had his Excellency sent for him? Why? Trembling he opened the heavy door and stepped out in to the large domed room. Along the walls stood the massive black armour clad figures of the elite guard; standing strong and proud. From there bone spiked boots to the tip of there skull shaped black helmets Their very appearance exuded fear and demanded respect and obedience, but the most fearsome one of all was the massive figure sitting on the throne. The towering shape of High General Gorash loomed over the cowering official.
"W.what is your b.biding sir" stuttered Ankaba. The fiery eyes blazed in the centre of his red skinned head crowned with three large yellow horns
"Why are the new systems not yet installed in to my battle fleet?" roared the general Fumbling for words Ankaba replied " the.the technology is alien we, that is to say the workers, don't understand how to operate it"
"I don't want your pathetic excuses," bellowed Gorash then a dark smile creped across his face "perhaps your death would encourage them to learn faster" then turning to his guards he ordered "take this snivelling fool to the work yards and tear his head of." Two guards steeped out of the darkness and dragged the squirming Ankaba out of the throne room. When his screams for mercy could no longer be heard another voice slithered from the shadows behind the throne, a cold sinister voice with just a touch of amusement
"That was rather harsh," said the voice
"Pathetic little worm will be more use to me dead than he was alive," replied Gorash
"Still" hissed the voice "will you be ready by our deadline"
"My men will be ready on schedule," said Gorash solemnly "I'll see to that"
"Good," trilled the voice "good, every thing is going according to plan"
"You better keep your side of the bargain," warned Gorash
"Do not worry," sang the voice "have we not already proven our loyalty. Did we not give you the location of the transports and the science station and provide you with most of your equipment and weapons. You have come a long way because of us and we have never let you down"
"You speak the truth," said Gorash smiling "I shall be victorious and then we shall become the ultimate power in this galaxy once again" and from the darkness the figured smiled back.
Coming soon
Edition three
Encounter On Kalona 3
Edition 2 Deadly Alliance
Sitting across the table in the conference room on board the newly commissioned USS Paralex, the one of a kind Dominance class flagship of the federation fresh out of dry-dock, Demingo stared in shock at the diplomats greeting him. Admiral Monroe introduced them
" This is ambassador Worf the federation liaison to the Klingon Empire and commander Nekrom of the Van-Cha" the two massive klingons took their seats and the admiral turned to the other guest "and this is and this is captain Sentek of the Melorove representing the Romulan star empire" the long, thin Romulan took his seat at the opposite end of the table from the klingons leaving Demingo and Monroe only the two seats between both parties. When all groups where seated the admiral began "Lets not waste time we all know why we are here so lets get down to business"
The room was filled with tension and hostility. Seemingly agreeing with the admiral ambassador Worf described the situation
"we all know that each of us has had dealings with these un-identified raiders. We know they are heavily armed and formidable in battle and we all know that they have stolen secret prototype technology from each of us." Sensing his time had come Sentek stated
"The Romulan star empire has also had technology stolen from a science station which was heavily protected and deep within our own territory which rules out your involvement"
Anger growing at this remark Demingo exploded
" What the hell do you mean? My ship could take out your entire armada single-handedly"
Laughing Sentek replied,
"I very much doubt your pathetic excuse for a warship could so much as scratch the shields of my mighty warbird" Demingo leapt to his feet, anger seething through his veins but it was the klingon commander Nekrom who shouted across at the Romulan
"Pa-tak you most likely surrendered at the very sight of the raiders and handed them the technology to save your own skins"
With a look of disgust the Romulan rounded on the klingon
"So you don't just hide behind the federation whenever trouble arises" then with a smirk "one day the Klingon Empire will fall to us and then I will remember you here cowering and weak"
Charging at the Romulan Nekrom roared
"You'll die for that Romulan pa-tak" and puling his d'k tahg from his belt dove at the Sentek. The two wrestle on the floor with the Nekrom's blade pressed against Sentek's throat until Worf pulls the enraged klingon away from his intended victim. Admiral Munroe brings the meeting to a close by saying "that's enough! Now the three of you are ordered to work together to hunt down and stop these raiders. Forget whatever differences you have had in the past before they destroy us all, got that! You leave in four hours be ready" Thy all file out while Demingo is left with Monroe doubts clogging his mind.
"Sir this is never going to work"
"I have no choice" cut in Monroe "I may be head of Starfleet security but this was cleared by the chief of staff herself"
"How do you expect that Romulan follow orders? You saw how he acted there"
"To be perfectly honest I don't but the bigwigs at fleet headquarters do so I have to follow orders"
"With all due respect sir, I'm not a member of Starfleet, Starfleet command has no jurisdiction over me and I don't take orders from them. I take them from you and only out of respect for what you did for me"
"Good! I'm giving you operational control of the mission if Sentek gives you any trouble deal with him" At that Demingo turned and left the briefing room.
Chan and Resel sat at a small table in the corner of the mess hall onboard station delta three, while Mersha argued with the Bolian behind the bar to give them something not containing shynthahol. The room wreaked of klingons a large and loud group of them sat at the other end of the room. Only feet away sat a nauseated looking group of Romulans eyeing up the room and its inhabitants as thou picking out targets. Chan sat hatred building up inside him, he didn't care for klingons but he positively hated Romulans. He had been brought up on one of the monitoring posts along the neutral zone, while away at Starfleet academy a warbird attacked the out post killing his entire family. The next day he resigned from Starfleet and set out for revenge. He joined various groups learning how to kill and use different types of weapons until he met Resel in a bar on Velaton 4. She was a skilled sniper working for an elite group of tactical operatives and she put him in touch with Demingo onboard the Shadow Hawk and now here he was sitting no more than six meters from some measure of retribution. His mind returned to the situation in hand when Mersha returned with their drinks.
"God dam Bolian" she complained "wanted to give us synthetic whisky since those klingons have taken all the blood wine" Settling the tray down on the metal table she took he seat next to Chan and handed him his glass of scotch and they began to discus the mission
"What do you think of the pointes over there" said Resel
" Wouldn't trust them as far as I could spit," replied Chan "they'll sell us out first chance they get"
"This looks interesting," said Resel as two heavily drunk klingons began to fight over at their table. The two intoxicated aliens lobed heavy drunken punches, which sent pitchers and bottles flying, rather than connecting with their intended target. One of the klingons however managed to catch his opponent on the chin with one punch, which sent the reeling into the Romulans table. In a second the room exploded in to chaos chairs and fists flying every ware. An unconscious Romulan landed on the crew of the Dark Raven's table. With his enhanced strength Chan hurled the warrior back into the fray and the three of them fought their way to the door. Laughing as they walked down the corridor away from the ensuing battle.
Far off many light years away a small figure in a plain black robe made his way down a large dimly lit corridor. As he approached the heavily ornamented door of the throne room Ankaba panicked, why had his Excellency sent for him? Why? Trembling he opened the heavy door and stepped out in to the large domed room. Along the walls stood the massive black armour clad figures of the elite guard; standing strong and proud. From there bone spiked boots to the tip of there skull shaped black helmets Their very appearance exuded fear and demanded respect and obedience, but the most fearsome one of all was the massive figure sitting on the throne. The towering shape of High General Gorash loomed over the cowering official.
"W.what is your b.biding sir" stuttered Ankaba. The fiery eyes blazed in the centre of his red skinned head crowned with three large yellow horns
"Why are the new systems not yet installed in to my battle fleet?" roared the general Fumbling for words Ankaba replied " the.the technology is alien we, that is to say the workers, don't understand how to operate it"
"I don't want your pathetic excuses," bellowed Gorash then a dark smile creped across his face "perhaps your death would encourage them to learn faster" then turning to his guards he ordered "take this snivelling fool to the work yards and tear his head of." Two guards steeped out of the darkness and dragged the squirming Ankaba out of the throne room. When his screams for mercy could no longer be heard another voice slithered from the shadows behind the throne, a cold sinister voice with just a touch of amusement
"That was rather harsh," said the voice
"Pathetic little worm will be more use to me dead than he was alive," replied Gorash
"Still" hissed the voice "will you be ready by our deadline"
"My men will be ready on schedule," said Gorash solemnly "I'll see to that"
"Good," trilled the voice "good, every thing is going according to plan"
"You better keep your side of the bargain," warned Gorash
"Do not worry," sang the voice "have we not already proven our loyalty. Did we not give you the location of the transports and the science station and provide you with most of your equipment and weapons. You have come a long way because of us and we have never let you down"
"You speak the truth," said Gorash smiling "I shall be victorious and then we shall become the ultimate power in this galaxy once again" and from the darkness the figured smiled back.
Coming soon
Edition three
Encounter On Kalona 3