THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY
"Admiral, aft shields are gone!" and freighted lieutenant yells out. As smoke and fire engulfs the war carrier "USS Condor", the Retoor armada closes in for the kill. The remainder of the fleet are struggling with the massive waves of Retoor interceptors so they are unable to save there flagship. The admiral, with a sigh of despair enters the self destruct sequence. But before his first officer could enter his command codes, a storm of unidentified ships arrive. The Retoor quickly scramble to escape. The crew of the "Condor" are shocked and relieved. They quickly snap out of it once the admiral orders them to contain the fires. The "Condor" is hailed by the lead ship of the unidentified fleet. "I am Hoshul of the Erkees warship "Tangus". Do you need any assistance?" The admiral quickly respond with a yes.
The crew of both fleets meet each other in friendship and join together to repair the battered Federation fleet. Once field repairs were complete Hoshul hails the admiral. Now that your ships are in working order, we must leave this place. The Retoor will return for us in force." the admiral concurs and orders his fleet to follow the Erkees. "Sir it was quiet convenient for us that the Erkees arrived when they did. Don't you think?" The admirals first officer says with suspicion in his voice. Before the admiral could respond Hoshul hailed the Condor. "Admiral" he asked "will you care to join me this evening on my ship for dinner?" the admiral looks up at the view screen and days "well of course Hoshul, I would be delighted".
Later that evening the two fleet commanders join each other for dinner on the "Tangus".
"Excuse me for asking but, who are you?" the admiral asks. Hoshul chuckles a bit and wipes his mouth. "I am the same as you. A freedom fighter." Hoshul continues to tell of the Retoor invasion on his planet and how they manage to push them back into the wilderness sector. "Wilderness sector" the admiral asks. "Yes the wilderness is a sector of the galaxy that until recently has been uncharted. We know very little of the territory around here so we primarily do small raids around the borders. Lucky for you, your fleet was attacked near the border we patrolled today." The admirals face turns red.
"Right, well for that I thank you". Hoshul takes another sip of Erkees tea and leans closer to the admiral. "I was wondering if an alliance could be formed between us. We could swap intelligence, maps, technology, weapons, we could finally eradicate those Ret scum". The admiral smirks. "although the idea of an alliance sound promising, and the swapping of intelligence sound equally as good, I'm afraid that a technology and weapons trade is not an option." Hoshul's lip twitched. "And why not ?" the admiral straightens up and says. "The Federation has strict rules for the export of sensitive equipment. Especially to a non Federation group". Hoshul chuckles again. "well is that all. Then I wish to join your Federation, okay". The atmosphere begins to tense up. "no I'm afraid that's not it. Why are you so eager to acquire our technology, Hoshul?" he stood up and walked up to the window of the ship.
"You see admiral, I know what makes a world powerful. Technology. If your people posses better, more advanced technology, then they dominate. If your people do not have good technology, they are dominated. Up until recently my people were the most advanced in the known galaxy. Then your people appeared. Your peoples technology, although not any more advanced than ours, still can give my people added leverage in the Maolous Galaxy. I know that your Federation is just here for revenge, not to conquer. But how about this. If you give us just a few technical specifications of your weapons and propulsion systems, we can stop the Ret for you. Think about it you can return home in peace and we will continue your fight over here."
After Hoshuls long winded speech, the admiral stands from the table and excuses himself. Hoshul runs after him. "Hey, why do you leave?" he angrily says. The admiral continues walking with his eyes straight ahead without answering. "Hey, I am talking to you, admiral!" Hoshul snaps. The admiral reaches the shuttle bay and enters his runabout. Hoshul quickly orders the doors closed as the admiral was taking off. The runabout however did not stop and headed straight for the doors. Hoshul gets on a communicator and screams at the admiral to stop, but he did not answer. The runabout crashes into the shuttle bay doors and engulfs the bay in flames.
Hoshul quickly runs out of the room and locks the door behind him he gets on his communicator and orders the crew to battle stations. On his way to the bridge the ships shakes violently several times. "status report!" Hoshul yells to his first. "Sir the Federation fleet is firing on us" the nervous first officer reports. "Well then fire back!" the Tangus shakes violently again. "FIRE!" the first officer orders.
The Condor hails the Tangus. It is the Admiral. "What? How?" the confused Hoshul asks. The admiral simply responds with one word "hologram". Hoshul roars at the view screen. "You will not live to see tomorrow, admiral!" Hoshul cuts the transmission and orders all of his ships to fire on the federation fleet.
The two fleets engage in a hail of phaser and torpedo fire. Since the Federation fleet was still not in fighting condition it struggled to survive. Victory seemed to be assured for the Erkees when suddenly out of no where a horde of ships of an unknown origin intercepts the Erkees and cause them to scatter. When the Erkees were gone, the Condor was hailed by the lead warship of the alien fleet. "I am Yavoq of the Urkiti warship Patitilor, do you need assistance?"