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AN: Sorry that it's been taking me so long to update. Don't you hate it when you have to go to school and actually learn something?
Calamari is squid. Fried squid and it is very tasty.
And yes, I made this chapter fairly easy to guess on purpose. Don't ask me why. Even so, this chapter is definitely not what you would expect, and I bet that you're going to love it. Happy reading.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
Natal walked heavily through the corridors of his ship, the Machta. This ship was his only pride and joy, for his was the grandest of all of the Romulan fleet. It easily matched the size of the Enterprise, and could easily out-gun the Enterprise if all of its weapons were in use. Inside its bowels it held 50 one-man crafts, each one of them carrying an impressive arsenal of weapons.
He continued his fast-paced walking, passing his numerous crewmen and the few civilians he allowed onboard his war-ship. Everyone onboard quickly moved to the side of the hallway, making room for Natal to pass. It was common knowledge of what could happen if this simple courtesy was not obliged, for the Captains rage was dangerous if invoked.
But right know he held a rare smirk on his face as he walked, adrenalin running through his veins in anticipation of his greatest victory yet.
"Natal," the smooth voice of one of the civilians called.
He jerked to a stop, and slowly turned to face the person who dared to stop him. What he saw would have made most men's jaws to drop: dressed in very revealing clothing, Natal's personal "entertainer" slowly moved towards him.
Over the years, Natal observed that the quality of work dropped if his men weren't...entertained. Since the addition of the civilians, work quality and ethic has gone up over 50%.
The smirk that had been on his face only moments before was replaced with a scowl of hatred. "What do you want, woman?" He drawled his words out, almost spitting at her in the process.
She gave no verbal answer, but the emotions written on her face told Natal what she wanted. She shifted her body into a seductive pose, waiting for his answer.
He clenched his teeth and growled. 'How stupid these women are. All wanting the same thing.' He closed his eyes, in an effort to keep his temper down.
"Go back to my room and stay there until I return."
She murmured a small 'yes sir' and started to make her way towards his quarters.
Natal abruptly turned back around and began again to head towards his destination: The War room. In less than no time he arrived at the guarded door that gave entrance into the war room. The guards quickly moved out of his way as Natal continued to walk forward. The doors swooshed open, and immediately all chatter stopped.
150 of Natal's best men stood at attention as he walked into the room. He looked at everyone, testing them for any sign of weakness. In every face he observed, he saw determination and anticipation. No one doubted their orders, and each of them were willing to fight to the death for their captain.
Natal turned his attention to one group of Romulans, and nodded his head.
They turned around and headed towards the transport pads, each grabbing various guns on the way. When they were ready to be beamed up, Natal tossed the leader a sac that was lying on a table. The Romulan opened the sac and removed four metal head-bands.
"Put those around their heads as soon as you see them," Natal ordered. "Then continue on with the mission. You know what to do."
"Yes sir!" the commander replied.
Natal turned towards the rest of the men. "YOU! Into the shuttlecrafts! Prepare to launch!"
"YES SIR!"
Picard was sitting at his desk, drinking his favorite cup of tea. Each sip of the liquid sent soothing warmth throughout his entire body. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quite of his office (and his tea).
Letting his thoughts drift, he caught himself thinking again about the immortals, Anja and Demitri. How young they seemed, so innocent. It was hard for anyone to believe that they had lived over thousands of years. Not even Vulcans lived that long. 'But what am I suppose to do with them?' he thought.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
Picard jerked forward, completely shaken by the alarm. He quickly stood up and started to head towards the bridge.
KABAM!
An explosion rocked the ship so hard that Picard fell and hit his head on the floor with a loud WHAP! He lay there a few seconds, waiting for the pain to subside in his head. Groaning, he slowly lifted himself up off of the floor and walked/stumbled onto the bridge.
Looking around, he saw that everyone on the bridge had also fallen hard, for everyone was groggily returning to their stations. Most had their hands against their head in pain.
"Damage report," Picard sternly ordered, having already shaken off his wooziness from the fall.
Worf looked at his panel. "Deflector dish destroyed! The Romulan war ship took it out with their first hit!"
The intruder alarm continued to blare in the background. "Worf! Will! Dispatch security teams! I want the intruders captured now!"
The officers quickly turned and headed towards the turbo-lift. The began to call security before the doors closed.
"TARGET PHASERS! EVASIVE ACTION!"
All was quiet in the flower-covered guest room as the two immortals continued to sleep. Neither heard the group on Romulans beaming into their room.
The commander of the group waved a hand forward, and two men holding the metal headbands quietly walked up to the immortals. Holding the headbands in both hands, they slowly began to bring them down towards Anja and Demitri's heads. Five inched left. Three inches. Two inches...
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
Time seemed to be frozen when the immortals opened their eyes. Fear, confusion, and hatred were etched onto their faces when they realized what was going on. "What the fuck..."
The Romulans were the first to snap out of the trance, and they quickly shoved the cold metal headbands onto Anja and Demitri's heads. Their bodies gave one giant compulsive jerk, and they were soon unconscious. Lights of all colors flickered on and off on the headbands as the rest of the Romulans gathered around the bodies.
The commander tapped his com badge.
"Phase one complete. Begin phase two..."
"Sir, we're loosing hull integrity on decks three and five!"
"Evacuate those levels, emergency forcefields!" Picard ordered. Another explosion rocked the ship. "Target photon torpedoes, fire!"
Data quickly lunched the torpedo. All eyes were on the screen as it rocketed towards the huge Romulan ship. But the bright blue light of the torpedo was soon put out as it his the ship's shields.
"...minimal damage to shields," Wesley reported. His panal began to beep "...Sir, they're launching shuttlecrafts!"
Looking like miniature war birds, the shuttlecrafts zoomed out of the Machta and headed straight for the Enterprise. They broke formation and began circling the ship like buzzards waiting for an animal to die. Left, right, up, down. The Enterprise turned right, trying to get rid of the small crafts, but they could not loose them. They continued to turn in vain attempts to get free.
"Sir!" Geordi said. "Intruders in the cargobay!"
Before Picard could answer, a violent explosion ricked the ship, and again everyone was thrown on the floor. Panels exploded, lights flickered on and off as the crew regained their composure. The ship came to a complete stop.
"Engines off-line," Geordi reported.
Picard, getting furious that his precious ship was dead in the water, sternly ordered, "Fire everything we have at that ship!" He pointed to the Machta.
A huge colorful display of orange phasers and blue torpedoes lit up the battle sceen. But, before they had a chance to reach their target, one of the shuttlecrafts intercepted most of the firepower and was sent flying, getting heavily damaged in the process.
The remaining shuttlecrafts, having their prey right where they wanted them, suddenly turned around and headed back towards the Machta. Silence engulfed the bridge. They left. Why'd they leave? What's going on here? Questions upon questions ran threw the crew's minds.
Beep. Beep.
"...Sir? We are being hailed."
"......on screen"
The screen lit up, and a very smug Romulan was shown. He licked his lips. "Captain Pi-card," he said, drawling the out the captains name. "I am Captain Natal of the Romuland war ship Machta." He said it as if that one fact was the most important thing in the whole galaxy.
"What do you want, Natal?" Picard almost growled.
Natal smiled. "My dear Captain. I already have what I want. I just wanted to...thank you for aiding me in my search." The screen went blank.
The Machta then started to move towards the Enterprise. Its path remained straight, and the intention of what Natal planed to do hit Picard like a ton of bricks.
"Brace for impact!"
AN: DUN DUN DUN! I am SOOOOO mean. Leaving you people in suspense like this. I'll only update if I get reviews. So please review!
AN: Sorry that it's been taking me so long to update. Don't you hate it when you have to go to school and actually learn something?
Calamari is squid. Fried squid and it is very tasty.
And yes, I made this chapter fairly easy to guess on purpose. Don't ask me why. Even so, this chapter is definitely not what you would expect, and I bet that you're going to love it. Happy reading.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
Natal walked heavily through the corridors of his ship, the Machta. This ship was his only pride and joy, for his was the grandest of all of the Romulan fleet. It easily matched the size of the Enterprise, and could easily out-gun the Enterprise if all of its weapons were in use. Inside its bowels it held 50 one-man crafts, each one of them carrying an impressive arsenal of weapons.
He continued his fast-paced walking, passing his numerous crewmen and the few civilians he allowed onboard his war-ship. Everyone onboard quickly moved to the side of the hallway, making room for Natal to pass. It was common knowledge of what could happen if this simple courtesy was not obliged, for the Captains rage was dangerous if invoked.
But right know he held a rare smirk on his face as he walked, adrenalin running through his veins in anticipation of his greatest victory yet.
"Natal," the smooth voice of one of the civilians called.
He jerked to a stop, and slowly turned to face the person who dared to stop him. What he saw would have made most men's jaws to drop: dressed in very revealing clothing, Natal's personal "entertainer" slowly moved towards him.
Over the years, Natal observed that the quality of work dropped if his men weren't...entertained. Since the addition of the civilians, work quality and ethic has gone up over 50%.
The smirk that had been on his face only moments before was replaced with a scowl of hatred. "What do you want, woman?" He drawled his words out, almost spitting at her in the process.
She gave no verbal answer, but the emotions written on her face told Natal what she wanted. She shifted her body into a seductive pose, waiting for his answer.
He clenched his teeth and growled. 'How stupid these women are. All wanting the same thing.' He closed his eyes, in an effort to keep his temper down.
"Go back to my room and stay there until I return."
She murmured a small 'yes sir' and started to make her way towards his quarters.
Natal abruptly turned back around and began again to head towards his destination: The War room. In less than no time he arrived at the guarded door that gave entrance into the war room. The guards quickly moved out of his way as Natal continued to walk forward. The doors swooshed open, and immediately all chatter stopped.
150 of Natal's best men stood at attention as he walked into the room. He looked at everyone, testing them for any sign of weakness. In every face he observed, he saw determination and anticipation. No one doubted their orders, and each of them were willing to fight to the death for their captain.
Natal turned his attention to one group of Romulans, and nodded his head.
They turned around and headed towards the transport pads, each grabbing various guns on the way. When they were ready to be beamed up, Natal tossed the leader a sac that was lying on a table. The Romulan opened the sac and removed four metal head-bands.
"Put those around their heads as soon as you see them," Natal ordered. "Then continue on with the mission. You know what to do."
"Yes sir!" the commander replied.
Natal turned towards the rest of the men. "YOU! Into the shuttlecrafts! Prepare to launch!"
"YES SIR!"
Picard was sitting at his desk, drinking his favorite cup of tea. Each sip of the liquid sent soothing warmth throughout his entire body. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quite of his office (and his tea).
Letting his thoughts drift, he caught himself thinking again about the immortals, Anja and Demitri. How young they seemed, so innocent. It was hard for anyone to believe that they had lived over thousands of years. Not even Vulcans lived that long. 'But what am I suppose to do with them?' he thought.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
Picard jerked forward, completely shaken by the alarm. He quickly stood up and started to head towards the bridge.
KABAM!
An explosion rocked the ship so hard that Picard fell and hit his head on the floor with a loud WHAP! He lay there a few seconds, waiting for the pain to subside in his head. Groaning, he slowly lifted himself up off of the floor and walked/stumbled onto the bridge.
Looking around, he saw that everyone on the bridge had also fallen hard, for everyone was groggily returning to their stations. Most had their hands against their head in pain.
"Damage report," Picard sternly ordered, having already shaken off his wooziness from the fall.
Worf looked at his panel. "Deflector dish destroyed! The Romulan war ship took it out with their first hit!"
The intruder alarm continued to blare in the background. "Worf! Will! Dispatch security teams! I want the intruders captured now!"
The officers quickly turned and headed towards the turbo-lift. The began to call security before the doors closed.
"TARGET PHASERS! EVASIVE ACTION!"
All was quiet in the flower-covered guest room as the two immortals continued to sleep. Neither heard the group on Romulans beaming into their room.
The commander of the group waved a hand forward, and two men holding the metal headbands quietly walked up to the immortals. Holding the headbands in both hands, they slowly began to bring them down towards Anja and Demitri's heads. Five inched left. Three inches. Two inches...
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
Time seemed to be frozen when the immortals opened their eyes. Fear, confusion, and hatred were etched onto their faces when they realized what was going on. "What the fuck..."
The Romulans were the first to snap out of the trance, and they quickly shoved the cold metal headbands onto Anja and Demitri's heads. Their bodies gave one giant compulsive jerk, and they were soon unconscious. Lights of all colors flickered on and off on the headbands as the rest of the Romulans gathered around the bodies.
The commander tapped his com badge.
"Phase one complete. Begin phase two..."
"Sir, we're loosing hull integrity on decks three and five!"
"Evacuate those levels, emergency forcefields!" Picard ordered. Another explosion rocked the ship. "Target photon torpedoes, fire!"
Data quickly lunched the torpedo. All eyes were on the screen as it rocketed towards the huge Romulan ship. But the bright blue light of the torpedo was soon put out as it his the ship's shields.
"...minimal damage to shields," Wesley reported. His panal began to beep "...Sir, they're launching shuttlecrafts!"
Looking like miniature war birds, the shuttlecrafts zoomed out of the Machta and headed straight for the Enterprise. They broke formation and began circling the ship like buzzards waiting for an animal to die. Left, right, up, down. The Enterprise turned right, trying to get rid of the small crafts, but they could not loose them. They continued to turn in vain attempts to get free.
"Sir!" Geordi said. "Intruders in the cargobay!"
Before Picard could answer, a violent explosion ricked the ship, and again everyone was thrown on the floor. Panels exploded, lights flickered on and off as the crew regained their composure. The ship came to a complete stop.
"Engines off-line," Geordi reported.
Picard, getting furious that his precious ship was dead in the water, sternly ordered, "Fire everything we have at that ship!" He pointed to the Machta.
A huge colorful display of orange phasers and blue torpedoes lit up the battle sceen. But, before they had a chance to reach their target, one of the shuttlecrafts intercepted most of the firepower and was sent flying, getting heavily damaged in the process.
The remaining shuttlecrafts, having their prey right where they wanted them, suddenly turned around and headed back towards the Machta. Silence engulfed the bridge. They left. Why'd they leave? What's going on here? Questions upon questions ran threw the crew's minds.
Beep. Beep.
"...Sir? We are being hailed."
"......on screen"
The screen lit up, and a very smug Romulan was shown. He licked his lips. "Captain Pi-card," he said, drawling the out the captains name. "I am Captain Natal of the Romuland war ship Machta." He said it as if that one fact was the most important thing in the whole galaxy.
"What do you want, Natal?" Picard almost growled.
Natal smiled. "My dear Captain. I already have what I want. I just wanted to...thank you for aiding me in my search." The screen went blank.
The Machta then started to move towards the Enterprise. Its path remained straight, and the intention of what Natal planed to do hit Picard like a ton of bricks.
"Brace for impact!"
AN: DUN DUN DUN! I am SOOOOO mean. Leaving you people in suspense like this. I'll only update if I get reviews. So please review!