Attack On Azzia Part II
Posted on Wed Jul 25th, 2018 @ 3:07am by Commodore Tyler Malbrooke & Staff Warrant Officer Jennifer Masters - Calhoun
Edited on on Wed Jul 25th, 2018 @ 3:07am
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Mission:
Episode 4 - The Sum of Our Parts
Location: In Federation Space near Betazed
Timeline: MD001 1705 hrs
“Captain Avi’doa,” Dav’orti said standing to his feet, “I thought our arrival was to be at 0900?”
His bond partner stood as well, a little slower and as she did her baby bump was much more noticeable. She came to stand beside richer with her eyes furrowing at the sudden appearance of the ships commanding officer, “is anything wrong?”
The woman’s face was grim, pale in what seemed to be from shock. She approached and curtsied out of respect, “Ambassador, Asha’gala, I apologize for interrupting but the trip to Betazed has been canceled.”
“Canceled,” Dav’orti said as his eyes widened, “has the Federation changed their mind?” He glanced over at the darker skinned woman and then back to the Captain with a rather alarmed look.
“The Klingons made it through the temporal anomaly and attacked Azzia,” the Captain said as she regained her composure, “we fought them off completely destroying their fleet of forty starship but…” She hesitated for a moment and then stated the worst, “it’s raining on Azzia.”
May 28 2394 1705 hrs (relative time)
Ambassador Dav’orti Ve’hassi, Dr. Richard Ballston in the Prime universe, exited the transport room onto the bridge of the Sar’ vodi. It was the Ambassadorial ship he had been given to use by the Azzian Imperial Government when he became a co-ambassador to the Federation with his father Ambassador Baro Ko’liki Rasil Ve’hassi and although more of a luxury yacht than a battle cruizer it was not without armaments. The lighting was dimmed from it’s usual brightness and he could see a threehundered and sixty degree view that the crew observed all the time thanks to holographic technologies that made it possible. It was nearly as if there were no walls, no barriers between them and space outside. For the moment the ship was at a slow cruise as the Captain awaited his instructions.
“Ambassador Ve’hassi on bridge,” a young female officer stated standing to attention. As his presence became known. The rest of the crew stood as well and turned to either curtsey or bow as was their custom.
“As you were,” Dav’orty stated as he came to a stop near the Captain’s chair.
He drew in a deep breath as he composed his thoughts, “Captain are there any Federation Vessels, preferably Starfleet in sensor range?” In spite of his best efforts was unable to shake the image of the world he loved being assaulted and rain of all things threatening to drown the inhabitants.
“One,” the captain replied glancing only momentarily over at him, “The U.S.S. Pioneer, an Intrepid class starship.” “It is roughly five light years away.”
“Would,” Dav;orty began then paused coughing slightly as he tried to hide his hurt, “would you hail their commanding officer please.”
The woman nodded as she gazed at him and then turned her attention back to the front of the ship, “Lieutenant Var’doti, hail the Federation Vessel U.S.S. Pioneer.”
The woman at the COM station began pressing holographic keys and then nodded towards the Commanding Officer, “communications request has been sent Captain.”
Aboard the USS Pioneer Captain Tyler Malbrooke and his crew was tired and weary. They were ripped from their homes at Empok Nor to the Federation/Klingon boarder. The Klingons were relentless. "We are arriving on station." the helmsman spoke up. "Excellent sensors on full Lieutenant. Myles start scanning for cloaked vessels." Tyler ordered but if he was truthful he longed for a Klingon attack, he never forgave them for the death of his beloved.
The word Klingon perked Myles up. "Certainly, Captain. Beginning scans now." He said, fingers gliding across his station. He shed a tear. He'd only just been informed of the recent raid on betazed. His home had been hit where his family was on leave. News wasn't good.
"Sir incoming message from the Sar’ vodi it is the Azzian Ambassador sir." The Lieutenant at Ops called. "Very well on screen." When the image materialized on the viewscreen. Tyler leaned over in his chair. "Ambassador, with all due respect we are quite busy here. What can I do for you?"
"I realize that Captain," the Azzian man replied with a nod, "I apologize for the interruption." He held steady eye contact with the Captain but his face was grimly serious, "forgive my impoliteness. Azzia has just been attacked. We know the Klingons were involved and made it through the temporal barrier to attack the planet itself." He paused for a moment, "I am requesting the Federation's aid Captian I do not know the extent of the damage but I have been informed that forty ships were involved, and captain it's raining as we speak on Azzia."
"The Federation is not in the habit of involving itself in others conflicts. However, we will take care of your wounded. The blasted Klingons are hitting us on our borders as well." Malbrooke practically read from the Captain's handbook when he spoke. Such was the tone in his voice. However, the voice inside him screamed to get to Azzia and make an example of the Klingons, if for no other reason then for her.
"We would appreciate whatever aid you could render Captain." The ambassador nodded thankful for the assistance, "as you may know none of our building structures are created as they are on other worlds to handle water, I can only assume there may be massive flooding and panic seeing only those of us who have been blessed to travel as I have would even know what it is." Davorty furrowed his brow and nodded, "I assure you, Captain, that once this event is neutralized the Federation will have a strong ally in the Azzian Empire."
After the losses, Jenn was positioned at the conn. She didn't have to do anything but just keep the ship steady. She was a bit bored as she watched the conversation between the ambassador and the captain. She was leaning on her elbows on her station. She wasn't just bored, but also tired. Her shift would be over soon.
The ambassador drew in a deep breath, "I realize that the Federation has been attacked by the Klingons as well but we have tried to honor their request not to use our temporal weapons. I am not sure we can continue to do so."
Tyler leaned forward in his chair staring intently at the screen. "Very well Ambassador we will take this on as a mission of mercy. As stated we will tend to your wounded and try to assist in repairs. However, when it comes to battle we have to remain neutral. Ensign Masters set an intercept course and engage at warp 8. Lieutenant Myles notify Starfleet of our status and request further orders. Set condition Red throughout the ship, battle stations. We will see you soon Ambassador. Pioneer Out."
Tyler leaned back in his chair breathing a sigh of relief. He wanted combat, he wanted revenge...
As if she suddenly woke up, Jenn rose up and started to punch in some things on her console and said, "Aye, sir, warp 8." She would think the captain wouldn't leave this chance slide. Captain seemed a little on edge. They all suffered losses at the hands of the Klingons. She couldn't care one bit about protocol right now, but orders were orders.
"Helm," The Azzian Captain began, "take us home, High Alert, all hands to stations."
"Remain neutral," The Azzian Captain said with a chuckle as she turned to the ambassador, "Captain Malbrook may have a hard time with that."
"Scripting Captain," Dav’orty offered, "he has to say those things but I think their intent is as noble as any."
A Joint Post By
Captain Tyler Malbrooke
Commanding Officer, USS Pioneer
Lieutenant Commander Richard Ballston M.D. PsyD
Chief Medical Officer/Second Officer, USS Pioneer
Lieutenant Larim Myles
Chief Security/Tactical Officer, USS Pioneer
Petty Officer first class Jennifer Masters
HUMINT Agent, USS Pioneer
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