Alliance Royal Armada
After the Caradssian/Klingon Alliance destroyed and conquered the Terran Empire the Mirror Universe finally seemed at peace. Unknown to either party was that someone else had ideas of conquering on their mind.
While the Alliance was busy with the Terrans the Romulan Star Empire took this time to quietly build their forces, and develop technology.
Six months after the fall of the Terran Empire a battle group consisting of over a dozen Romulan Warbirds crossed into Alliance territory and destroyed crucial shipyards at Tau Ceti and Sigma IV. In response to this, a fleet of Alliance warships destroyed one of the Romulans border colonies, Galorndon Core.
The war continued for several months and the Alliance fleet was losing more ships by the week. In need of support the Alliance signed a treaty with several species to help aide the war front. With their new allies the war has begun to turn in favor of the Alliance.
To ensure victory over the Romulan Empire Regent Worf has selected specific vessels from the fleet to make up his elite Royal Armada. With the power of these vessels and the dedication of the warriors who serve on them victory seems almost assured.
Chapter One: Raid on Dysis
Mission
The Hek'Tu and Kor'Jaq have rendezvoused with two other K'Vort class bird-of-preys and are ordered to check out rumors of a possible Romulan supply base on the planet of Dysis, near the border. Destroy any hostiles quickly and get out.
Mission Date:
183rd day in the 2368th year of Molar.
"This is captain Koltarn of the Kor'Jaq signaling the other ships, respond."
"Pahr'q, of the Vor'Neh responding."
"Dornaq, of the Orin'Ma responding."
"Chen'Dra, of the Hek'Tu responding."
"It looks like our Regent has begun to follow any lead we've got on a Romulan presence near the border. This being the third base hunt of the week. Lets just hope this one is more successful then the previous two."
"Have you gone cowardly on us Koltarn? With my Vor'Neh here this little raid can end in no other way then victory!"
"Getting cocky eh? Well I wouldn't crack any barrels yet my old friend. We don't even know if there is a base at all on Dysis."
"Trust me Koltarn, when the day ends we will all drink blood wine until we can no longer stand!" replied Pahr'q as laughs emanated from all four vessels.
"We shall see Pahr'q, we shall see."
"Let's get back to business gentlemen. Where exactly is this base located at?"
"Well if you had read the briefing thoroughly you'd know Dornaq. At the end of this crevasse is a low basin, on the side of a mountain. The base will be located here. Now lets cut this nonsense and get to it. I want radio silence until we arrive." bellowed Koltarn. "For the glory of the empire!" The phrase was repeated by the other three captains before signing off. Now that they were nearly there Koltarn needed the silence to focus on the mission ahead.
Though he was confident, he couldn't help thinking of the two previous raids of the week. The first had been an attack on the Romulan shipyards at Heyati II. Unknown to the Alliance was that hours before the fleets arrival a group of nearly two dozen D'Deridex class warbirds had been dispatched to the shipyards. Three Negh'Vars, two Breen Warships, and five Galor class cruisers had been lost that day.
The other raid had been an attack on Lacaran, a planet near the Ferengi border. The Romulans had built a weapons factory there and were constructing orbital weapon platforms for their various colonies. While the objective had been achieved and the factory turned to rubble a squadron of D'Kora class marauders were lost as well. Koltarn tightened his fist; he would make the Romulans pay for the destruction they had caused.
He reviewed the readout of the base once more. The supplies rumored to be warehoused here could supply three whole systems. This was one of the furthest outposts from the Romulan home world and as such wasn't as well guarded. There were no reports of any warbirds within five systems and most of those had taken up defensive positions along the border. This shouldn't be hard at all, especially for four war generals onboard some of the best constructed strike cruisers in the fleet. Pahr'q was right, there would be celebrations throughout the empire tonight.
Koltarn took a sip from his drink as he sat in his leather captain's chair. It had been several hours since the four Klingon ships had arrived on this remote world, and there hadn't been any sign of Romulan presence whatsoever. It almost seemed that not a rock, nor blade of grass had moved at all since their arrival.
He arose from his chair and slowly walked over to the map of the surrounding area. There were three basins all matching the criteria set for the supposed location of the base. Koltarn scrutinized all three locations trying to find some hint as to which location they should proceed to.
"Helmsman, set course for coordinates one-four-six by two-eight-seven, maximum impulse." he said with a dry smile on his face.
"Sir?" the helmsman said with a look of puzzlement on his face.
"Something about that basin sets it off from the rest, it has an odd look to me. If my gut is right we'll find Romulans there."
"Very well sir. Inputting course and speed."
The hum of the engines grew louder for a moment as the ship took to movement. After one last look at the map Koltarn turned around and sat back in his chair. Though the comfortable chair relaxed him he knew that the rest of the crew had become very tense, as they should. The Romulans had proven to be a most challenging opponent, even if they did lack courage or honor.
The war had been going on for well over eight years now and there didn't seem to be any end in sight. While the Klingons and their allies continued to build and engage, the Romulans had an advantage that shifted the war for them. The cloaking device, the one thing in the Romulans possession that gave them any hope of winning this bloodbath. Curse the alliance's arrogance! If only they had seen this threat before. Back in those times though they were to busy with the pathetic Terrans and Vulcans to give even a passing thought on the Romulan front.
"Sir, we are arriving at the coordinates."
"Put it on screen lieutenant." Koltarn commanded as he rose from his chair. He began to walk towards the view screen when the image appeared. "What! Where is it?" he demanded.
"It doesn't appear to be here sir," replied the helmsman. He took a gulp as he quickly realized his error.
"Insolent chokta!" roared the captain as he hit the lieutenant across the face, forcing him to fall onto the floor. "They're here and I know it!"
"Sir, we are receiving a hail from the Vor'Neh."
"Put it on the screen."
"Well Koltarn, it looks like you've lead us right into a dead end."
"I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas Pahr'q," the enraged captain spouted out as if a challenge to his authority had been made.
"I didn't think you wanted help from me. After all you didn't need my help on Rigel IX, did you?"
This only made Koltarn more infuriated. How dare Pahr'q remind him of one of the only losses in his entire military career. "Do you want a torpedo down your throat Pahr'q?" he said with a thirst for bloodshed in his eyes.
"It won't be the first time you lost your cool Koltarn. They might strip you of command if you do again."
That was enough to push Koltarn over the edge. Quickly he made his way over to the tactical console and pushed aside the officer before he could object. Then without a moment of hesitation he pressed the torpedo button and watched as it headed for the Vor'Neh.
"Helm, evasive maneuvers!" shouted Pahr'q to his pilot.
To Koltran's disappointment the Vor'Neh did a thirty degree turn and avoided the target. Before either captain could react the sound of an explosion caught the attention of the officers of both vessels. While the torpedo had missed the Vor'Neh it had hit another target, a cloaked target silently resting in the basin.
"The Romulan base!" shouted both captains in shock and excitement. The hailing channel was quickly closed and a message was relayed to the Hek'Tu and Orin'Ma, attack!
All four vessels turned towards where the torpedo had impacted and let forth a volley of torpedo and phaser fire. As the Romulan base came under fire the cloak became inactive and presented a base which covered the entire area. A smile came onto Koltarn's face as he saw the base being pummeled into submission.
The fire from the four ships seemed to encircle the base, slowly cutting and pulling it apart piece by piece. A brilliant glow from the weapons fire combined with the loud sounds of the erupting fires and destruction made it appear that a great storm had descended upon the basin valley. The onslaught seemed to last for hours, when actually it passed within minutes, until there was nothing more to attack on the planet surface.
"For the glory of the empire!" he shouted and slammed his fist down upon the console. He looked upon the once Romulan base as it lay in fire and ashes. "Looks like our mission is complete men. Relay a message of victory to the other ships."
"Sir, we have a problem."
"What could be wrong now?"
"I'm reading eight Romulan fighters on approach."
"So the Romulans haven't had enough eh? Prepare to attack!"
"But sir, we're outnumbered two to one." spoke out an ensign with a hint of fear in his voice.
"That just means there's twice as many for us to kill ensign!" replied Koltarn with a toothy grin.
An image of the charred remains of the base quickly faded from the view screen and was replaced by one of the approaching eight fighters. They broke off into pairs and headed for their respective Klingon targets. The four Klingon ships broke formation and spread across the basin, like a flock of birds scrambling away, frightened by some far off noise. But these birds weren't afraid of the oncoming predators, in fact they dared the enemy to try what it may.
The two fighters following the Kor'Jaq flew apart and tried to position their selves on either side of the ship. Their weapons charged and fired at the wings of the Klingon cruiser with near deadly accuracy.
"Sir, we're getting pounded pretty bad sir," said the young tactical officer as consoles exploded and bulkheads began to couple.
"Helm, full stop on my order,"
"Are you sure you know what your doing sir?" the helmsman replied with a bit of doubt.
"Trust me helm. Now!" the ship lurched to a stop as the two fighters whizzed past. "Now fire everything we've got at them!" A fierce barrage of pulse phaser fire went flying at the enemy ships, destroying one and knocking the second into the cliff side.
"Eat that you pa'tahqs!" shouted the tactical officer with a smile on his face and a clench of his fist.
"How many enemy vessels are left?" asked the captain.
"Three. One following the Hek'Tu and two following the Vor'Neh. The Vor'Neh is under heavy fire sir."
"Set a course to intercept the two on the Vor'Neh."
"Aye sir." The crew felt excited from the destruction of their two followers, though they were still a bit on edge. The Kor'Jaq sped ahead and positioned itself behind the two Romulan fighters.
"Target the fighter to the left and fire!" The Kor'Jaq opened fire once more, destroying the fighter as easily as the other two.
"Fighter down sir."
"Target the second one and fire at will!" said the captain with a fierce intensity in his eyes. The second fighter wouldn't go down so easily as it maneuvered around the fire dodging nearly all of it. "Hit its wing with a torpedo gunner!" With the press of a button the torpedo was launched from its bay and sent towards its target. Surrounded by a magnificent red glow the torpedo flew towards the target and impacted the fighter's wing, destroying it instantly. The blast was enough to send the wounded fighter spiraling not into the cliff as the other before, but into the wing of the Vor'Neh itself.
The contact was enough to rip the Vor'Neh's wing in half and forcing it to spiral itself towards the ground.
"Lieutenant, fly in and lock on a tractor beam to the Vor'Neh." said Koltarn with a hint of panic.
"Yes sir!" The lieutenant in charge of tractor control knew that he'd only have one chance to snag the crippled cruiser, and if he missed he'd have the death of forty fellow Klingon officers on his hands.
The Kor'Jaq zoomed ahead trying to position itself above the rapidly falling sister ship. It finally settled above the engine section of the Vor'Neh.
"Now!" shouted the captain. The lieutenant quickly released the locking mechanism, releasing the tractor. The bluish beam quickly attached itself onto the rear of the Vor'Neh, dangling it mere meters above the basin floor.
"Success!" roared the excited captain, while the lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief. "How many more Romulan fighters are there left tactical?"
"None sir. The Hek'Tu and Orin'Ma have taken out the rest of the Romulan attackers."
"Then the mission was a success. Patch me through to Pahr'q."
"Channel open sir."
"Well Pahr'q, looks like I just saved you from an eternity of shame."
"Don't let it get to your head Koltarn, you were lucky." replied Pahr'q, looking bruised and tired.
"That's right. And you just better hope I keep that luck, otherwise you might not be able to join me next time. Koltarn out." The channel closed and Koltarn set back in his chair and let out a relaxed sigh. He looked around the bridge at his crew and smiled. His crew had done well, and if this continued they would all soon earn the title of great warrior. "Helm, take us back to base. Maximum warp."
After the Caradssian/Klingon Alliance destroyed and conquered the Terran Empire the Mirror Universe finally seemed at peace. Unknown to either party was that someone else had ideas of conquering on their mind.
While the Alliance was busy with the Terrans the Romulan Star Empire took this time to quietly build their forces, and develop technology.
Six months after the fall of the Terran Empire a battle group consisting of over a dozen Romulan Warbirds crossed into Alliance territory and destroyed crucial shipyards at Tau Ceti and Sigma IV. In response to this, a fleet of Alliance warships destroyed one of the Romulans border colonies, Galorndon Core.
The war continued for several months and the Alliance fleet was losing more ships by the week. In need of support the Alliance signed a treaty with several species to help aide the war front. With their new allies the war has begun to turn in favor of the Alliance.
To ensure victory over the Romulan Empire Regent Worf has selected specific vessels from the fleet to make up his elite Royal Armada. With the power of these vessels and the dedication of the warriors who serve on them victory seems almost assured.
Chapter One: Raid on Dysis
Mission
The Hek'Tu and Kor'Jaq have rendezvoused with two other K'Vort class bird-of-preys and are ordered to check out rumors of a possible Romulan supply base on the planet of Dysis, near the border. Destroy any hostiles quickly and get out.
Mission Date:
183rd day in the 2368th year of Molar.
"This is captain Koltarn of the Kor'Jaq signaling the other ships, respond."
"Pahr'q, of the Vor'Neh responding."
"Dornaq, of the Orin'Ma responding."
"Chen'Dra, of the Hek'Tu responding."
"It looks like our Regent has begun to follow any lead we've got on a Romulan presence near the border. This being the third base hunt of the week. Lets just hope this one is more successful then the previous two."
"Have you gone cowardly on us Koltarn? With my Vor'Neh here this little raid can end in no other way then victory!"
"Getting cocky eh? Well I wouldn't crack any barrels yet my old friend. We don't even know if there is a base at all on Dysis."
"Trust me Koltarn, when the day ends we will all drink blood wine until we can no longer stand!" replied Pahr'q as laughs emanated from all four vessels.
"We shall see Pahr'q, we shall see."
"Let's get back to business gentlemen. Where exactly is this base located at?"
"Well if you had read the briefing thoroughly you'd know Dornaq. At the end of this crevasse is a low basin, on the side of a mountain. The base will be located here. Now lets cut this nonsense and get to it. I want radio silence until we arrive." bellowed Koltarn. "For the glory of the empire!" The phrase was repeated by the other three captains before signing off. Now that they were nearly there Koltarn needed the silence to focus on the mission ahead.
Though he was confident, he couldn't help thinking of the two previous raids of the week. The first had been an attack on the Romulan shipyards at Heyati II. Unknown to the Alliance was that hours before the fleets arrival a group of nearly two dozen D'Deridex class warbirds had been dispatched to the shipyards. Three Negh'Vars, two Breen Warships, and five Galor class cruisers had been lost that day.
The other raid had been an attack on Lacaran, a planet near the Ferengi border. The Romulans had built a weapons factory there and were constructing orbital weapon platforms for their various colonies. While the objective had been achieved and the factory turned to rubble a squadron of D'Kora class marauders were lost as well. Koltarn tightened his fist; he would make the Romulans pay for the destruction they had caused.
He reviewed the readout of the base once more. The supplies rumored to be warehoused here could supply three whole systems. This was one of the furthest outposts from the Romulan home world and as such wasn't as well guarded. There were no reports of any warbirds within five systems and most of those had taken up defensive positions along the border. This shouldn't be hard at all, especially for four war generals onboard some of the best constructed strike cruisers in the fleet. Pahr'q was right, there would be celebrations throughout the empire tonight.
Koltarn took a sip from his drink as he sat in his leather captain's chair. It had been several hours since the four Klingon ships had arrived on this remote world, and there hadn't been any sign of Romulan presence whatsoever. It almost seemed that not a rock, nor blade of grass had moved at all since their arrival.
He arose from his chair and slowly walked over to the map of the surrounding area. There were three basins all matching the criteria set for the supposed location of the base. Koltarn scrutinized all three locations trying to find some hint as to which location they should proceed to.
"Helmsman, set course for coordinates one-four-six by two-eight-seven, maximum impulse." he said with a dry smile on his face.
"Sir?" the helmsman said with a look of puzzlement on his face.
"Something about that basin sets it off from the rest, it has an odd look to me. If my gut is right we'll find Romulans there."
"Very well sir. Inputting course and speed."
The hum of the engines grew louder for a moment as the ship took to movement. After one last look at the map Koltarn turned around and sat back in his chair. Though the comfortable chair relaxed him he knew that the rest of the crew had become very tense, as they should. The Romulans had proven to be a most challenging opponent, even if they did lack courage or honor.
The war had been going on for well over eight years now and there didn't seem to be any end in sight. While the Klingons and their allies continued to build and engage, the Romulans had an advantage that shifted the war for them. The cloaking device, the one thing in the Romulans possession that gave them any hope of winning this bloodbath. Curse the alliance's arrogance! If only they had seen this threat before. Back in those times though they were to busy with the pathetic Terrans and Vulcans to give even a passing thought on the Romulan front.
"Sir, we are arriving at the coordinates."
"Put it on screen lieutenant." Koltarn commanded as he rose from his chair. He began to walk towards the view screen when the image appeared. "What! Where is it?" he demanded.
"It doesn't appear to be here sir," replied the helmsman. He took a gulp as he quickly realized his error.
"Insolent chokta!" roared the captain as he hit the lieutenant across the face, forcing him to fall onto the floor. "They're here and I know it!"
"Sir, we are receiving a hail from the Vor'Neh."
"Put it on the screen."
"Well Koltarn, it looks like you've lead us right into a dead end."
"I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas Pahr'q," the enraged captain spouted out as if a challenge to his authority had been made.
"I didn't think you wanted help from me. After all you didn't need my help on Rigel IX, did you?"
This only made Koltarn more infuriated. How dare Pahr'q remind him of one of the only losses in his entire military career. "Do you want a torpedo down your throat Pahr'q?" he said with a thirst for bloodshed in his eyes.
"It won't be the first time you lost your cool Koltarn. They might strip you of command if you do again."
That was enough to push Koltarn over the edge. Quickly he made his way over to the tactical console and pushed aside the officer before he could object. Then without a moment of hesitation he pressed the torpedo button and watched as it headed for the Vor'Neh.
"Helm, evasive maneuvers!" shouted Pahr'q to his pilot.
To Koltran's disappointment the Vor'Neh did a thirty degree turn and avoided the target. Before either captain could react the sound of an explosion caught the attention of the officers of both vessels. While the torpedo had missed the Vor'Neh it had hit another target, a cloaked target silently resting in the basin.
"The Romulan base!" shouted both captains in shock and excitement. The hailing channel was quickly closed and a message was relayed to the Hek'Tu and Orin'Ma, attack!
All four vessels turned towards where the torpedo had impacted and let forth a volley of torpedo and phaser fire. As the Romulan base came under fire the cloak became inactive and presented a base which covered the entire area. A smile came onto Koltarn's face as he saw the base being pummeled into submission.
The fire from the four ships seemed to encircle the base, slowly cutting and pulling it apart piece by piece. A brilliant glow from the weapons fire combined with the loud sounds of the erupting fires and destruction made it appear that a great storm had descended upon the basin valley. The onslaught seemed to last for hours, when actually it passed within minutes, until there was nothing more to attack on the planet surface.
"For the glory of the empire!" he shouted and slammed his fist down upon the console. He looked upon the once Romulan base as it lay in fire and ashes. "Looks like our mission is complete men. Relay a message of victory to the other ships."
"Sir, we have a problem."
"What could be wrong now?"
"I'm reading eight Romulan fighters on approach."
"So the Romulans haven't had enough eh? Prepare to attack!"
"But sir, we're outnumbered two to one." spoke out an ensign with a hint of fear in his voice.
"That just means there's twice as many for us to kill ensign!" replied Koltarn with a toothy grin.
An image of the charred remains of the base quickly faded from the view screen and was replaced by one of the approaching eight fighters. They broke off into pairs and headed for their respective Klingon targets. The four Klingon ships broke formation and spread across the basin, like a flock of birds scrambling away, frightened by some far off noise. But these birds weren't afraid of the oncoming predators, in fact they dared the enemy to try what it may.
The two fighters following the Kor'Jaq flew apart and tried to position their selves on either side of the ship. Their weapons charged and fired at the wings of the Klingon cruiser with near deadly accuracy.
"Sir, we're getting pounded pretty bad sir," said the young tactical officer as consoles exploded and bulkheads began to couple.
"Helm, full stop on my order,"
"Are you sure you know what your doing sir?" the helmsman replied with a bit of doubt.
"Trust me helm. Now!" the ship lurched to a stop as the two fighters whizzed past. "Now fire everything we've got at them!" A fierce barrage of pulse phaser fire went flying at the enemy ships, destroying one and knocking the second into the cliff side.
"Eat that you pa'tahqs!" shouted the tactical officer with a smile on his face and a clench of his fist.
"How many enemy vessels are left?" asked the captain.
"Three. One following the Hek'Tu and two following the Vor'Neh. The Vor'Neh is under heavy fire sir."
"Set a course to intercept the two on the Vor'Neh."
"Aye sir." The crew felt excited from the destruction of their two followers, though they were still a bit on edge. The Kor'Jaq sped ahead and positioned itself behind the two Romulan fighters.
"Target the fighter to the left and fire!" The Kor'Jaq opened fire once more, destroying the fighter as easily as the other two.
"Fighter down sir."
"Target the second one and fire at will!" said the captain with a fierce intensity in his eyes. The second fighter wouldn't go down so easily as it maneuvered around the fire dodging nearly all of it. "Hit its wing with a torpedo gunner!" With the press of a button the torpedo was launched from its bay and sent towards its target. Surrounded by a magnificent red glow the torpedo flew towards the target and impacted the fighter's wing, destroying it instantly. The blast was enough to send the wounded fighter spiraling not into the cliff as the other before, but into the wing of the Vor'Neh itself.
The contact was enough to rip the Vor'Neh's wing in half and forcing it to spiral itself towards the ground.
"Lieutenant, fly in and lock on a tractor beam to the Vor'Neh." said Koltarn with a hint of panic.
"Yes sir!" The lieutenant in charge of tractor control knew that he'd only have one chance to snag the crippled cruiser, and if he missed he'd have the death of forty fellow Klingon officers on his hands.
The Kor'Jaq zoomed ahead trying to position itself above the rapidly falling sister ship. It finally settled above the engine section of the Vor'Neh.
"Now!" shouted the captain. The lieutenant quickly released the locking mechanism, releasing the tractor. The bluish beam quickly attached itself onto the rear of the Vor'Neh, dangling it mere meters above the basin floor.
"Success!" roared the excited captain, while the lieutenant breathed a sigh of relief. "How many more Romulan fighters are there left tactical?"
"None sir. The Hek'Tu and Orin'Ma have taken out the rest of the Romulan attackers."
"Then the mission was a success. Patch me through to Pahr'q."
"Channel open sir."
"Well Pahr'q, looks like I just saved you from an eternity of shame."
"Don't let it get to your head Koltarn, you were lucky." replied Pahr'q, looking bruised and tired.
"That's right. And you just better hope I keep that luck, otherwise you might not be able to join me next time. Koltarn out." The channel closed and Koltarn set back in his chair and let out a relaxed sigh. He looked around the bridge at his crew and smiled. His crew had done well, and if this continued they would all soon earn the title of great warrior. "Helm, take us back to base. Maximum warp."