IKC FHew 7C6110
Empty Promise – Whispers
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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Ro' Walked into the mess and yelled for silence, which he got, eventually.
"As you all know, we have been sequestered to Starfleet in order to support Admiral Haqtaj as a diplomatic envoy to the Federation. This means that, at times, we have to perform tasks for Ulysses Fleet Command. One such occasion has come up. Apparently the residents of Masyo' station are beginning to show an interest in the Federation. They have ties to some pretty powerful mercenary groups in their area and Starfleet has felt that it would be worth sending a diplomatic delegation. However, it seems the locals have little respect for Vulcans and Bolians and the like, but are quite keen on Klingons and Klingon culture. So we have a chance to impress them on behalf of the Federation.
"They are expecting a fearsome Captain and his band of dangerous warriors. As such, I expect the non-Klingons amongst you to keep a very low profile. Try not to get seen and stay on the ship."
"Understood," Jared answered without looking up from his Padd. He was neck deep in the maths for fixing up the Phase Launcher anyway.
"For the rest of you, there are mission tasks to assign. HIchop will be giving a lecture on Klingon Medicine. Cha'a' will be entertaining the station Commander's chief diplomat, while I will be impressing the CO with tales of my own exploits. We arrive in five days. SoptaH."
The crew went back to their feasting. However as Ro' passed Tell he leaned down, "Fix the Life Support. It is too hot."
"There's nothing wrong with the bloody thing," she told him sulkily. "I gave it the once over three weeks ago and it's as clean as a K'flian whistle."
“Hey, HoD Ro!” Marie called out. “Why keep us in the background? You ashamed of us or something?”
Ro' stopped again at the door and turned, "Ashamed? No. Why?"
“You said the Feds want to impress these Masyo’ people. Fair enough. What’s more impressive than members of Federation races who’ve not only joined a Klingon ship but survived?”
"Don't you like us anymore Cap'n?" Tell moaned "After all we've flamin done for this bucket of bolts and you treat us like this."
"The locals are wanting proud warriors who never flinch and never scuttle for cover. As good as you are, I doubt you could convince anyone that was what you were like."
Marie leaned close in to Tell. “I hope he doesn’t regale them with too many of his ‘exploits’. Having their chief negotiator die of boredom might not be the best way to kick things off.”
"It's either that or their opera. Never could stand either."
Germite growled. "We finally get to a starbase and you're cancelling shore leave? Is there another solution? Can we pirate a freighter for the non-Klingon crew to dock at the station for R&R?"
"With the extra bonus you've been promising us for months now," added Tell.
“Yeah, and some of that allowance money,” Marie put in. “We need to stock up on supplies while we’re here. I am the Quartermaster...in case you’d forgotten. Or are our brave Klingons just going to steal what we need?”
"This place is a pirate Haven. It is not a place for a holiday. After this we will return to Iapetus and you can go hunting, or sunbathing, or whatever. This trip is purely business. The Federation looks to us to set the example we must not fail. Now get back to work, Che'Hotlh."
He threw the last bit over his shoulder. Jared frowned, wondering why he would refer to Tell by the previous Engineer's name.
Meanwhile in the forward weapon housing jaqwi' was adjusting the new Phase Generator onto the torpedo launcher housing. He picked up the Plasma torch and... just looked at it.
"Nuq... nuq vIvum'a?" he muttered.
He looked around him and wiped his brow of sweat. Refocusing on the tool and the equipment before him, he gave a shrug and began to uncouple the generator again.
On the bridge 'Iw'a'na' and Bruce were idling time. 'Iw'a'na' was bent over the comms while Air was watching the kelicams tick by.
"Five more days of this," he sighed. "I had hoped flying the B'rel there'd be less of this and more of the jinky, seat of the pants stuff."
He looked over at 'Iw'a'na', "Any chance we are flying past something interesting on the route?"
'Iw'a'na' turned and scowled at Bruce, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
Bruce looked confused and took his feet off the console, "Through the door, like I always..."
'Iw'a'na' lept to his feet and pushed the intercom, "Intruder on the Bridge!"
May'Bel was up and out of the mess-hall door before any of the humans has so much as stirred, drawing his disruptor pistols as he went.
Marie shrugged. “Time for our ‘band of dangerous warriors’ to do their thing,” she said to Tell.
"Do you know, just once I wish we could just have some peace and quiet," the engineer replied, turning round and leaning on her table. "But no, the BDW's have to go and spoil it. So what's occurring now I wonder."
“Dont' know. Do you think we should join them? Me, I’m for staying here in the background and eating my food. That way, we won’t be seen by anyone who shouldn’t see us.”
"I'm all for keeping a low profile and besides, I haven't finished my lunch."
Bridge
Moments later the bridge bulkhead rumbled open and May'Bel appeared through it, sweeping the room with his weapons. He quickly took in the scene of the two beq's facing off. 'Iw'a'na' had a knife drawn and pointed to Bruce who was trying to placate him.
"Easy now, Mate. Someone could get hurt."
'Iw'a'na' snarled, "I caught this intruder trying to access our navigational systems."
"Intruder?" Bruce marveled. "I've been on the ship for months. I'm Chief Helm officer. It's me, Bruce."
'Iw'a'na' hesitated and doubt crept across his face, "Bruce? Yes... yes of course..."
He still held his knife towards the human but his stance was no confused.
In the mess hall Tell sat on a chair with her feet propped up on the table. She flicked a speck of dust off her uniform. The engineer drained the last drops of her drink and turned to Marie.
"Well this place has got as much life left in it as a Klingons left boot. We should have a party or something if were going to be stuck in the ship. We haven't had a party for a long time, we need food and drink and entertainment. Talking of drink have you anymore home brew?"
“Actually, I do happen to have a carton stashed away,” Marie answered. “I was saving it for a special occasion but this seems like as good a time as any. It’s not as if we have anything to do. Anyway, this way we get it all to ourselves; we don’t have to share it with the Klingons. Last time we did that they drank four dozen bottles before I’d finished a single one.”
"Lets go find your stash then." said Tell getting up "I need a change of scene."
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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| Title | Whispers | |
| Mission | Empty Promise | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Sogh Germite Ephilom & Ne' Michelle "Mike" Young & Soghla' HIchop Matlh & Soghla' Terri (Tell) Hope & Soghla' Jared & Soghla' Marie St. Helene | |
| Posted | Thu Jun 25, 2015 @ 12:27am | |
| Location | IKC FHew | |
| Timeline | Five days from Masyo' Station |
"As you all know, we have been sequestered to Starfleet in order to support Admiral Haqtaj as a diplomatic envoy to the Federation. This means that, at times, we have to perform tasks for Ulysses Fleet Command. One such occasion has come up. Apparently the residents of Masyo' station are beginning to show an interest in the Federation. They have ties to some pretty powerful mercenary groups in their area and Starfleet has felt that it would be worth sending a diplomatic delegation. However, it seems the locals have little respect for Vulcans and Bolians and the like, but are quite keen on Klingons and Klingon culture. So we have a chance to impress them on behalf of the Federation.
"They are expecting a fearsome Captain and his band of dangerous warriors. As such, I expect the non-Klingons amongst you to keep a very low profile. Try not to get seen and stay on the ship."
"Understood," Jared answered without looking up from his Padd. He was neck deep in the maths for fixing up the Phase Launcher anyway.
"For the rest of you, there are mission tasks to assign. HIchop will be giving a lecture on Klingon Medicine. Cha'a' will be entertaining the station Commander's chief diplomat, while I will be impressing the CO with tales of my own exploits. We arrive in five days. SoptaH."
The crew went back to their feasting. However as Ro' passed Tell he leaned down, "Fix the Life Support. It is too hot."
"There's nothing wrong with the bloody thing," she told him sulkily. "I gave it the once over three weeks ago and it's as clean as a K'flian whistle."
“Hey, HoD Ro!” Marie called out. “Why keep us in the background? You ashamed of us or something?”
Ro' stopped again at the door and turned, "Ashamed? No. Why?"
“You said the Feds want to impress these Masyo’ people. Fair enough. What’s more impressive than members of Federation races who’ve not only joined a Klingon ship but survived?”
"Don't you like us anymore Cap'n?" Tell moaned "After all we've flamin done for this bucket of bolts and you treat us like this."
"The locals are wanting proud warriors who never flinch and never scuttle for cover. As good as you are, I doubt you could convince anyone that was what you were like."
Marie leaned close in to Tell. “I hope he doesn’t regale them with too many of his ‘exploits’. Having their chief negotiator die of boredom might not be the best way to kick things off.”
"It's either that or their opera. Never could stand either."
Germite growled. "We finally get to a starbase and you're cancelling shore leave? Is there another solution? Can we pirate a freighter for the non-Klingon crew to dock at the station for R&R?"
"With the extra bonus you've been promising us for months now," added Tell.
“Yeah, and some of that allowance money,” Marie put in. “We need to stock up on supplies while we’re here. I am the Quartermaster...in case you’d forgotten. Or are our brave Klingons just going to steal what we need?”
"This place is a pirate Haven. It is not a place for a holiday. After this we will return to Iapetus and you can go hunting, or sunbathing, or whatever. This trip is purely business. The Federation looks to us to set the example we must not fail. Now get back to work, Che'Hotlh."
He threw the last bit over his shoulder. Jared frowned, wondering why he would refer to Tell by the previous Engineer's name.
Meanwhile in the forward weapon housing jaqwi' was adjusting the new Phase Generator onto the torpedo launcher housing. He picked up the Plasma torch and... just looked at it.
"Nuq... nuq vIvum'a?" he muttered.
He looked around him and wiped his brow of sweat. Refocusing on the tool and the equipment before him, he gave a shrug and began to uncouple the generator again.
On the bridge 'Iw'a'na' and Bruce were idling time. 'Iw'a'na' was bent over the comms while Air was watching the kelicams tick by.
"Five more days of this," he sighed. "I had hoped flying the B'rel there'd be less of this and more of the jinky, seat of the pants stuff."
He looked over at 'Iw'a'na', "Any chance we are flying past something interesting on the route?"
'Iw'a'na' turned and scowled at Bruce, "Who are you? How did you get in here?"
Bruce looked confused and took his feet off the console, "Through the door, like I always..."
'Iw'a'na' lept to his feet and pushed the intercom, "Intruder on the Bridge!"
May'Bel was up and out of the mess-hall door before any of the humans has so much as stirred, drawing his disruptor pistols as he went.
Marie shrugged. “Time for our ‘band of dangerous warriors’ to do their thing,” she said to Tell.
"Do you know, just once I wish we could just have some peace and quiet," the engineer replied, turning round and leaning on her table. "But no, the BDW's have to go and spoil it. So what's occurring now I wonder."
“Dont' know. Do you think we should join them? Me, I’m for staying here in the background and eating my food. That way, we won’t be seen by anyone who shouldn’t see us.”
"I'm all for keeping a low profile and besides, I haven't finished my lunch."
Bridge
Moments later the bridge bulkhead rumbled open and May'Bel appeared through it, sweeping the room with his weapons. He quickly took in the scene of the two beq's facing off. 'Iw'a'na' had a knife drawn and pointed to Bruce who was trying to placate him.
"Easy now, Mate. Someone could get hurt."
'Iw'a'na' snarled, "I caught this intruder trying to access our navigational systems."
"Intruder?" Bruce marveled. "I've been on the ship for months. I'm Chief Helm officer. It's me, Bruce."
'Iw'a'na' hesitated and doubt crept across his face, "Bruce? Yes... yes of course..."
He still held his knife towards the human but his stance was no confused.
In the mess hall Tell sat on a chair with her feet propped up on the table. She flicked a speck of dust off her uniform. The engineer drained the last drops of her drink and turned to Marie.
"Well this place has got as much life left in it as a Klingons left boot. We should have a party or something if were going to be stuck in the ship. We haven't had a party for a long time, we need food and drink and entertainment. Talking of drink have you anymore home brew?"
“Actually, I do happen to have a carton stashed away,” Marie answered. “I was saving it for a special occasion but this seems like as good a time as any. It’s not as if we have anything to do. Anyway, this way we get it all to ourselves; we don’t have to share it with the Klingons. Last time we did that they drank four dozen bottles before I’d finished a single one.”
"Lets go find your stash then." said Tell getting up "I need a change of scene."