Attack On Azzia - Part IV
Posted on Thu Aug 16th, 2018 @ 9:34am by Commodore Tyler Malbrooke & Lieutenant Commander Larim Myles & Staff Warrant Officer Jennifer Masters - Calhoun
Edited on on Thu Aug 16th, 2018 @ 10:29am
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Mission:
Episode 4 - The Sum of Our Parts
Location: USS Pioneer Just Outside the Azzian Temporal Anomaly
Timeline: MD001 2330 hrs
Just after Masters' question the lights in the Ready Room dimmed and started to flash red alert. Tyler pressed the intercom. "Report" he shouted. "Sir it is best if you come to the bridge." The wavering voice of the Ops Chief spoke.
Tyler looked around the room with a stern look. "Whelp this is it I think. The time we separate the men from the boys. Ambassador, I think you should join us." With that Tyler rose and made a bee line for the bridge.
The Ambassador furrowed his brow as he watched the movement around him. Something seemed wrong but he just couldn't put his finger on it. He shook his head and took in a deep breath as he turned to follow the crew out to the bridge."
May 28 2394 2330 hrs (relative time)
The ambassador took a position near the back of the bridge to keep from interfering with the crew. Things looked familiar, oddly familiar, though he wasn't sure exactly why. Ahead of him was the large screen that allowed the crew to see what was going on around them.
Displayed before them a number of Klingon battle cruisers, Vor'cha class, and birds of prey suddenly appeared though even before decloaking many the Azzian disk shaped ships were already firing on them. The force was if the Azzian assault was immense glowing blue and white beams from the vessel shot through their halls as if the Klingons had no shielding at all.
Balls of bright light from the exploding incoming ships left oddly shaped puffs that eventually showed the lifeless hull of the attackers now disabled and chard forms of useless hulls lay scattered about like litter. Most of the assaults from the Klingons seemed to be completely ignored by the Azzian vessels as their ships darted about, their temporal shielding allowing them to ignore most of the incoming missiles and phaser fire.
Yet, the attacking force was coming in waves engaging the already involved Azzian starships having figured out that their shielding worked best against a single attacking force.
Tyler took the center chair, as Masters took the CONN, and Myles Tactical. "Masters back us away from the engagement zone. Myles raise the shields but do not arm the weapons, place them in standby only. I want the Klingons to know that we are not here to fight, at least for now. Get me a report on the full extent of that fleet." He shot the Ambassador a look, that read why are we even here.
Jenn let out a sly grin, and said, "On it, sir." She worked her hands over the console. "Backing away now." She looked to her console and monitored her speed. She kept it at half impulse, she didn't want to appear to threatening. "Captain, Lieutenant, something is appearing on the port bow." She automatically increased speed and pulled aside. She kept the ship in a position to immediately fly in at the captain's orders.
"Aye, sir. Shields at maximum." he nodded, deftly working the controls. He placed weapons on standby, as ordered. But he didn't like it. "Weapons on standby." he said, eyes narrowing at the Klingon ships. Myles perked up. "Comfirmed sir." Larim said
"Negh'Var class decloaking Captain! Permission to fire?" Larim said.
"Negh'Var out here... They plan on invading. HOLD YOUR FIRE... Scan that ship... Through every god dammed sensor we have at it. If someone is in the restroom on that ship I want to know it, and I want to know it now." Tyler shouted from the command chair.
"Aye, sir," Jenn said as she put her con sensors on the ship. She registered the maneuvers and speed it was going at. For any tactical information the captain still had to rely on his tactical officer. She send the data to the captain's chair. This was kind of an odd order to have the scanners on one ship.
Larim blinked. A Klingon battle cruiser decloaks if front of them and he wants scans. Nevertheless he did so. He'd rather be wearing a whole in their manifolds though. "Going over with a fine tooth comb. Argument in the mess hall. Guy just killed an officer." He said, lackadaisical. But then his eyes bulged.
"Uh, sir." Larim said. "If these readings are right, the Azzians are in trouble" he said. "Never seen a signature like this before."
Tyler leapt out of his seat a jumped the command rail to get to the tactical station. "Show me..." he looked at the scans. He didn't believe his eyes. "Ambassador the Klingons have an anti-chroniton weapon. I believe they plan to take your planet. You are going to want to see this."
The Captain knew that the Pioneer was no match for a Negh'Var but something had to be done. "Masters move to intercept. Ops open a channel "This is Captain Tyler Malbrooke of the USS Pioneer to commander Klingon vessel. We are acting as a mediary for Azzia. We would like to talk. What is the meaning of this attack." Tyler looked at Ops and gave the mute signal. "Alright Ambassador time to put up or shut up. If they take the comm then you're up. If not I think our time is all up."
The Ambassador's brow furrowed deeply, "I don't know Captain I've never seen a ship like that one before." "This isn't right."
Tyler shot the Ambassador a look and was about to ask what he meant, when Larim called that the Klingons were answering the hail. "Onscreen..." Tyler ordered.
The image of a large Klingon male with a scar on his left eye and a eye patch over the right eye appeared. "I am Commander Jek'Lar of the Klingon warship NeSlo'. Federation ship you are encroaching on a warzone and harboring a known fugitive to the Klingon Empire. Surrender the fugitive and leave this sector immediately or be fired upon." The Klingon nodded to someone off screen and a beam of blue energy shot forth from the ship. The beam struck one of the Azzian ships and cut it open like a hot knife through butter.
Before Tyler could respond he motioned to Ballston...
The look on the Ambassador's face was one of complete confusion, "but I'm not a fugitive, I'm a doctor. He stared at the Klingon's face on screen for a moment longer, "no this is not real!"
Things quickly changed around him. Ricard was no longer on the bridge of a Federation starship with the impending doom associated with it, he was sitting behind a low barrier facing a group of uniformed officers in the middle of a court-martial hearing.
A man he recognized as Commander Howie Jinkens the III stood facing him with his arms crossed and a PaDD stuck in one of his hands giving him a look that was a mixture of frustration and smug arrogance. All knowledge of him being an ambassador had vanished leaving him with the knowledge that they were attempting to frame him for an act he had not done while he was aboard the U.S.S. Burke back in 2352 in another alternate reality.
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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