The stealth action against the Centauri had gone so flawlessly that it formed a pattern for further actions. The small Klingon and Centauri contingent did not rush headlong against the mighty Centauri fleet; instead they took a chapter out of guerilla warfare. The first to face the brunt of this new tactic were a pair of Vorchan that were patrolling on the fringe of Centauri space. Like before, small groups of warriors, both Klingon and Narn materialized throughout vital areas of the two ships but their actions were far from covert. They were here not just to sow fear and uncertainty among the enemy rank, but also to take the ship itself.
A group of six Narn warriors materialized on the bridge and shot the command crew before they could even react. Similarly, others took over engineering and other vital sections of the ship. With the command and control sections overrun, the two ships were subjugated fairly easily. Small pockets of resistance found out the hard way that it didn't pay to put up a fight. The Narn weren't in a forgiving mood. They just flooded the affected area with vacuum; a miserable way to die even for the Centauri.
The successful capture of the two Vorchan, meant a lot to the Narn fleet. It was the one thing they lacked in quantity. They had tried for years to expand their fleet but their economy just wasn't big enough to sustain any appreciable growth. The Centuari knew that and had sustained a low level skirmish to stymie the growth of their fleet. But things were about to change. With the help of the Klingons and their transporter tech, they were going to put an end to that. They were going to use their enemies' strength against them. And when the time was right, they would strike back, right at their throat. Putting and end to their reign once and forever.
Lord Refa paced the floor nervously as he awaited the emperor to summon him. Things weren't going well for the Royal Centauri Navy in recent days and the emperor felt he needed to hold someone accountable. How could the emperor have thought he was responsible? It was those bumbling idiots at the front who deserved to be hung for their incompetence. How could they have allowed a bunch of savage Narn to get the better of them? First, it was the unexpectedly fierce defense they had put up during the retaking of Narn. That had cost too many ships and loyal men. The price had been too high for the god-forsaken piece of rock. But that was just the beginning. The following day, crew from several ships had awoken to a grisly scene of multiple murders. They had been slaughtered during their sleep, their throats slit open while their bunkmates slept soundly. No doubt the Narn had infiltrated their ranks with dissenters. What he could not understand was how an upright citizen of the Republic could be made to turn against their own. Brain washing? Telepathic manipulation? Whatever it was, it wasn't good.
Even worse was that ships were disappearing without a trace. It was always the ones that were either working alone or in small groups. He had a hard time believing it was the Narn who were responsible. Those savages were neither bright enough or did they have resources for it. But what about those alien ships that had assisted them? That had to be it. Whoever they were, held the answer. No matter, he had new allies of his own. All he needed was to get the Emperor's consent and he could set the plans into full motion.