Klingon History: Pushing Outward Part One

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Klingon History: Pushing Outward

Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:35 am

It is the dawn of the Klingon warp age. The planet is still divided into two powers, but currently dominated by the followers of Kahless, who hold a majority of votes in the council, as well as the leadership of the council under Chancellor Morag. They call themselves the sons and daughters of Kahless. They are opposed by those who say that the stories of Kahless are a myth concocted to hold the people together. They call themselves the House of Morath, and are led by Rebel General 'VoHdaj the Giant', and Council member K'ton.

Both forces struggle to develop the same technology that will give them power over their world. Technology left on their planet centuries ago by fleeing HurQ. The power of warp flight.

The time draws near when the House of Morath will be launching their warp ship, the Qeng. Only Council Member General QI'tu', of House Abukoff stands in the way…





"Move quickly. VoHdaj will be close." QI'tu' muttered. His forces had drawn away VoHdaj and the other Morath security forces, leaving QI'tu' to break into the Qeng warp complex. It was sneaking…something QI'tu' associated with a spy, or a cowardly HurQ. But the Morath were winning in this hunt for warp technology, and if they had warp power, they would have the planet.

His forces had rolled a disruptor cannon out of the transport. The power cable was attached to the unit, and it was placed a few milkams from the main gate. Close enough to destroy the gate without bringing the entire complex down on them. That would come later. "DaH!"

The disruptor hummed, and every warrior there felt the familiar rumble shaking them to their bones that was the sonic disruptor. The telltale green energy beam that encased the localized sonic disruption spat at the gate, and the gate began to vibrate. A moment later, it shook apart and crumbled to dust that mixed with the sands of the Krayak desert.

"In!" QI'tu' barked. He knew that the sneaking around had him on edge. The followers of Morath might see no harm in sneaking around, but he did. He moved to the computer complex. As he moved, he issued orders and watched for enemies. "Plant charges at every exhaust port. P'tor, use the extacine cable to connect charges from the photon banks to the matter/antimatter core." P'tor was a young warrior, and not built for combat. But he knew everything there was to know about blowing things up. He would be able to destroy the ship and its reactor core without destroying half the planet in the process.

QI'tu' had to connect his hand held computer to the Qeng Complex main computer. It contained the final codes and intermix formulas that would enable the followers of Kahless to finish what was, admittedly, a stolen copy of the plans for the Qeng. Their craft, the tOqtujon, or Bird of Prey, was an exact replica of the Qeng. which was waiting for the final components to be installed. QI'tu’, like his ancestors, had no patience for technology and certainly not for computers. But that was how they would get off of the planet.

Finally, the codes and plans were on his small computer. He flipped open the small radio that kept him in contact with his team. "P'tor. Status!"

"Charges set. Extacine cable connected."

QI'tu’ allowed himself a toothy grin as he switched frequencies. "Set all charges. Prepare for flight." That was when the world seemed to explode in on top of him. The ceiling above him had caved in. Through a break in the concrete and steel, QI'tu’ saw what seemed to be a huge bird. It was VoHdaj, and his troops in their ridiculous hang gliders.

What was not ridiculous was the lethal bomb dropped from the gliders. It was the newest technology to emerge from the dusty HurQ archives constantly fought over by the followers of Kahless and the House of Morath. The photon bomb. It was named not for its power source but for the effect that it had on the air around it. In order to contain the explosion to a limited area, most of the energy created was actually crushed into photons, resulting in a spectacular but comparatively harmless burst of light.

For all that, the explosive force of the photon bomb was devastating. QI'tu’ was flung to the far end of the complex. When his eyes opened, he saw six members of the House of Morath firing crossbows at the scattered followers of Kahless. The crossbows fired solid explosives that had a limited area of destruction. Perfect weapons for repelling invaders around something valuable. Fortunately the followers of Kahless were adept at avoiding these, and the Morath troops were hesitant to use larger munitions. This led to a quick victory for QI'tu's troops. For himself, QI'tu’ faced the leader of the Morath rebellion. VoHdaj marched across the hanger, carrying not the favored weapon of every follower of Kahless, the betleH, but a common sword. QI'tu’ knew instinctively that his own betleH was gone, ripped from its harness as he was thrown from the computer. He reached down to his d’k tagh, and then realized that it had somehow been torn from its sheath and was gone.

The only weapon left to him was the ancient, ceremonial weapon carried by every follower of Kahless. The three-bladed tIqghob. It was the weapon favored by Kahless the Unforgettable not only for its unmatched balance but for its symbolic value. The three blades represented honor, duty, and loyalty. Those were the three principles with which Kahless had conquered the tyrant Molor and united the Klingon people. It had become the symbol of the Empire. But it was still a weapon of unmatched balance.

QI'tu’ raised the tIqghob and held it before him like a shield. He did not react to the sneers of VoHdaj. Instead he wrapped his fingers around its cool, steel ring and suddenly flung it at VoHdaj. The weapon whistled through the air, spinning faster than could be seen until it buried itself in VoHdaj's chest. A hiss escaped from between VoHdaj's bleeding lips, and he fell to the floor. Just like that, General VoHdaj was dead. That effectively killed the so-called House of Morath warp project. QI'tu’ looked around to see that his team had survived the lightning fast assault. He looked briefly for his radio before shouting at the top of his lungs. "Sons and Daughters of Kahless! The ship is about to blow!" QI'tu’ saw P'tor run from the Qengand to the exit from the complex, and he started to follow him. Then he stopped. He was not quite finished with 'VoHdaj the Giant'. He pulled the bloodied tIqghob from the rebel's chest and put it back in its sheath. Then he took a handful of VoHdaj's hair and pulled him out of the building with him.

Twelve of his troops had survived the assault. QI'tu’ was about to congratulate them when an explosion ripped the complex apart. Smoke poured from the exhaust vents on the roof to darken the sky.

"This is another glorious chapter in the story of Kahless! And the beginning of the end for the Morath infidels!" QI'tu’ held the lifeless body of VoHdaj up by its mane of long greasy hair. Then he ripped an insignia from the dead general's leather coat. It was in the alien script that the Morath rebels favored. Not as artful as the sweeping pIQad of the sons and daughters of Kahless, but the ugly, choppy letters that Klingons had used under Molor. He dropped the insignia in a pocket and then dragged VoHdaj to the track driven assault vehicle that had carried them across the expanse of the Krayak desert. It took him only a moment to tie VoHdaj's long hair to the back of the tracked assault vehicle. Then they climbed inside of the assault vehicle. Moments later, powerful engines started, and it sped away, leaving a streak of lavendar blood across the desert to mark the end of the Morath warp project and the death of VoHdaj the Giant.

Two days later, QI'tu’ stood in the council chamber. The darkness and smoke that permeated the chamber was marked contrast to the bright sun of the desert.

But all that was dark and murky here was not just the lack of visible light. It was the political climate. In General QI'tu's mind, VoHdaj was the House of Morath, and every council member that had supported the House of Morath was just as much a rebel as VoHdaj. And should be just as dead as the head of VoHdaj that QI'tu’ carried into the dark room. "VoHdaj is dead! Morath has died with him!"

Grumbles of warning answered him. QI'tu’ waited for an enemy to challenge him, It had happened before, in the council chamber. A similar challenge had signalled the end of the last emperor KroQ the weak. But the challenge came from his friend and ally Morag. Morag, the leader of the Council and the Sons and Daughters of Kahless. Morag put a hand on QI'tu's shoulder. "You speak the truth, my friend, but the truth is not always a welcome thing among the Morath. They value power. Nothing else."

"We should slaughter them. Then truth and power would not be in conflict." QI'tu’ heard a rumble of anger from the other side of the hall. The Morath, afraid to speak, lest they reveal their true nature.

"If you kill them, then their followers will burn this hall to the ground. And with it, the only true leadership on the planet. The Klingon Empire will be no more. Sometimes, my friend, you must keep your enemy close at hand, if only to watch him more closely."







To Be Continued.........
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Pushing Outward Part Two

Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:39 am

QI'tu’ knew this, and it left him dispirited. There was a time when truth and virtue and power rode in the saddle with duty and honor and loyalty. When his ancestors had crushed their enemies for the glory of the Empire. Now he had to let them live to protect a political structure. He walked away from Morag and deliberately into the heart of the Morath followers. "The rebels fled into the south! They must be pursued!"

It was the senior opposition leader, K'ton who stepped away from the protection of his allies. He drew a d'k tagh and circled around QI'tu’ as if considering a combat challenge. "VoHdaj was a fool! A lone rebel!" QI'tu’ felt his sword arm quiver in anticipation. The betleH would be too good for this petaQ. But K'ton was still ranting. "His forces are in disarray. His armies dead. I say we forget VoHdaj and unite for the greater glory of Kling!"

Fire rose in QI'tu's blood, and finally he had to strike out. He slapped K'ton with the back of his hand. He fixed his gaze on the prostrate form of K'ton, who lay in shock on the ground. "There is no Kling! Only Qo'noS. And we must pursue it's enemies wherever they be. Be they in the southern desert...or in council chambers." K'ton rose and made to challenge QI'tu’.

Morag had begun to approach QI'tu’ and K'ton. He would have to stop this bickering, or all might be lost. "QI'tu’, take the defense forces into the southern desert and destroy the Morath stronghold there." Morag hated diplomacy as much as any other good Klingon, but without it now there would be war and anarchy.

K'ton consulted with his allies for only a moment before objecting. "No! It is a waste of time. I say we proceed with the warp flight!"

QI'tu’ glared at K'ton. "Why do you object, coward? Do you fear us finding your work in the desert?" QI'tu' reached down to finger his d'k tagh.

K'ton answered with a sneer, and the swish of his own dagger leaving its sheath. "Let your blade make any further accusations!"

"I have welcomed this day!" QI'tu’ drew his dagger and moved around K'ton, looking for the strike that would bring first blood.

But Morag again stepped between them. "Enough! Two d'k taghs at odds can soon become an empire arrayed against itself, and I will not have it here!"

QI'tu’ had to force himself to resist the urge to silence his friend. "K'ton is a coward, and a traitor!"

"And QI'tu’ is a liar!" K'ton knew that the word would infuriate his enemy.

"YImev!" Stop! Morag shouted as he physically came between the two warriors. "It is obvious that you two cannot work together for the good of the Empire. I declare the noHHom. The small war.
Personal combat between you two to resolve the conflict. The winner will decide the course to be taken. The loser will be dead, and no revenge will be required or permitted." He quickly stepped aside as the two combatants eyed each other.

QI'tu’ acted with lightning speed, lunging at K'ton's right shoulder with his d'k tagh. It was the necessary first strike to set his opponent on the defensive. And the hoped for first blood. He was gratified to see a slash of lavender blood across K'ton's arm. QI'tu’ showed teeth and a curled lip in a feral grin. "If you do not struggle, I will speed your journey to Gre'thor."

K'ton answered with a wide sweep of his dagger at QI'tu’. "I smell fear, traitor. What must it be like trying to live up to the stories told of your ancestors? I wonder if they were so terrified as they died." He continued to swing his d'k tagh, hoping to slice through QI'tu's leather tunic.

"You speak of fear like it is an old friend, petaQ." QI'tu’ parried each of K'ton's swings. "Why not embrace defeat as well?" QI'tu’ suddenly lunged forward, pushing K'ton's blade aside and thrusting his own forward. The blade pushed through flesh to bounce off of K'ton's forehead ridges. QI'tu’ continued the thrust, pushing as hard with the knife as possible as he forced K'ton to the ground. Then he began to pummel K'ton's face with his fist until his enemy was incapable of struggling against him. He then picked the dying Klingon up and thrust his dagger deep into his chest. He felt it slip between ribs, and twisted it slightly to pierce the heart. K'ton died with a soft grunt, and QI'tu’ dropped him to the ground. "Qapla'!" He plucked his d'k tagh from the body and looked to the surviving council members. "Death to the House of Morath!"

Morag regarded QI'tu’ with wary eyes. Then he kicked the body of K'ton aside and took his seat as the leader of the council. "General QI'tu’, take the army into the sourthern desert and destroy the rebels."

QI'tu’ bowed his head minimally. "HIja." Yes.

The army at QI'tu's disposal was in fact a hundred trooops packed into three huge repulser lift assault vehicles that projected Morag's power across the planet. QI'tu’ watched from the control center of the lead craft as they plowed through the evening air.

He hadn't wasted any time after leaving the council chamber. He had marched straight into the barracks with chief of staff MawlI' in tow. The army had been rousted from their evening meal and ordered to prepare for combat. An hour later they were packed into the assault vehicles and sent screaming into the south in search of the Morath rebels.

The craft had been in flight for two hours when first contact with the rebel forces occured. QI'tu’ watched the detector screen light up with four green blips that were moving toward them. "Four surface contacts." The tactical officer reported unnecessarily. "Track driven, armored. Atomic power."



To Be Continued Again....
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Pushing Outward Part Three

Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:42 am

"Charge sonic disruptors." QI'tu’ felt and heard the hum of power that seemed to surge towards the rear of the craft. "Order the other craft to as well. All weapons target lead vehicle." The tactical officer would do that, coordinating the fire from three vehicles as if it were one huge craft. That was the way to concentrate power properly.

A moment later, the three craft had closed formation. "All craft report ready. Lead enemy coming into range."

QI'tu’ looked into a hooded viewer that gave him a video image of the vehicle currently targetted. Night vision technology gave the picture a reddish tinge, but otherwise the view was as clear as day. He recognized the crude boxlike shape of the desert crosser, with the familiar, uninspiring Morath script that doubtless gave an identification number. He heard the tactical officer announce that they were in range. "All craft, fire sonic disruptors!"



Beams of green energy shot from several cylindrical emitters on the assualt craft. Each beam centered on the lead vehicle. It began to slow, shaking and slewing on the desert floor as it began to break apart. Finally the sustained beams must have hit some vital component, because there was an explosion within the vehicle, and it was tossed into the air, only to come down hard and bounce three times before blowing completely. Klingon bodies and hardware were scattered along a dark rip in the desert floor. "Qapla'!" QI'tu’ spared just a moment for celebration. Then he focused on the next vehicle. "Target next vehicle!" he shouted to the tactical officer. That was when his night vision video image suddenly blinded him with a burst of red light. He felt the assault craft plunge, and the deck slip from beneath his feet. He hit a bulkhead, and heard a scream of wind all around him. They were damaged and going down. In seconds they would be a dark gash in the desert floor.

"All hands to assault rails!" He turned to the pilot. "Begin landing cycle!" QI'tu’ guessed that the Morath rebels had mounted a photon launcher on their vehicles. That was the only weapon that could bring them down so easily. He was up and lurching across the wildly pitching deck. Then through the hatch and down a swaying and pitching ladder and eventually into the cargo bay that housed the one man assault rails.

QI'tu’ ran across the wildly careening deck and jumped into the first rail that he came to. He noted that many of the rails sat unclaimed. How many warriors would make it? How many would not? They were questions and concerns for another time. QI'tu’ felt the deck lurch again. The bay doors started to open, and he saw the desert floor coming up to meet them. He started the ignition, and was moving the vehicle forward as an explosion rocked him forward. He kicked the accelerator, and the vehicle clawed at the deck. Then it was thrown end over end as the dying assault vehicle exploded.

QI'tu’ pushed his foot to the floor, knowing that if he didn't move his sand rail quickly it could be engulfed in the crash and explosion of the assault vehicle. In seconds he was speeding across the desert with no thought but controlling his vehicle and getting back to the battle. The sand rail was a small, fast dual tracked desert assault vehicle constructed of titanium tubing and a powerful Kawlu' triple shielded ground atomic engine. It was armed with two side mounted sonic disruptor batteries.

QI'tu’ slew the rail around and searched the area for allies and enemies. One assault vehicle was still airborne and above him. The other wasn't in the area. The two surviving Morath craft were speeding away from them and heading north. Towards the Kahless warp facility. QI'tu’ tapped at the communicator badge hanging from a lanyard around his neck. "All craft, pursue them!" He felt the atomic engine surge in its housing behind him as he gunned the accelerator. The rail leapt forward. Only then did he contact his forces to assess the situation. "All forces report!"

The assualt craft he had seen overhead responded first. "Two enemy craft remain. Two of our assault transports destroyed. We are closing with the lead enemy craft. Twenty sand rails survived the destruction of the command craft. The other transport was completely destroyed in the collision."

Indeed, the situation was grim. "Destroy your target and then lend support to our ground forces. The rebels are heading for our warp facility." QI'tu’ targetted the trailing rebel craft and sped off in pursuit.

Slowly but surely he saw that they were closing with the rebels. As the twenty sand rails closed into disruptor range, QI'tu’ again keyed the communicator. He had to shout to be heard over the screaming wind. "Target drive section! Rails one through ten approach from port side! The rest of you follow me in!" He leaned into the steering column and forced the craft to slew to starboard. There was skill involved in using the rail effectively.



It was extremely light and maneuverable, but the atomic thruster gave it almost too much power. QI'tu’ felt the rail begin to settle into the pursuit. The rebel craft was coming into range. In seconds he would loose the first disruptor beam.

He instinctively brought the rail around as something seemed to tumble out of the rear of the rebel vehicle. He grabbed at his commlink and shouted "Evade!" But it was too late. Five rails plowed straight into the object, which exploded upon impact. QI'tu’ slammed on the brakes and yanked the steering column around. His rail avoided the concussion of the exploding atomic engines by seconds. Then he brought his rail around and resumed pursuit. Fifteen rails remained, including his. He floored the accelerator and charged his disruptors.

He was closing with the vehicle in minutes. He fired just as he was coming into range, and his disruptor beams struck the fleeing transport. He felt the madly speeding rail nearly shake apart, and his teeth rattled against each other as the air was charged with sonic disruption. The rest of the rails joined his in firing on the fleeing craft. Finally, QI'tu’ was forced to cut his beam as the rebel dropped another mine. As a group, the sand rails swung around to avoid the deadly object dropped from the assault craft. Then disruptors fired again, and the craft began to disintegrate. Bits of debris began to fall away and scatter on the desert floor. QI'tu’ ordered his rails to evade the doomed rebel craft. Then there was an explosion, and the craft blew apart.

QI'tu’ gunned the engine, and his rail leapt forward through the smoke and haze left by the explosion of the rebel craft.The ozone fumes worked through his nostrils. It was the scent of the hunt, and it inspired him.

They were closing with the last rebel craft as dawn began to break. Shafts of red light stabbed across the eastern sky, and QI'tu’ told himself that it could be the last dawn for the House of Morath. He keyed the combadge. "This is QI'tu’! Assault ship, report status!"

A muffled voice answered. "We are in firing range! Preparing to-!"

QI'tu’ didn't see what happened, exactly. Three fireballs came out of the sky, trailing plumes of smoke. They arced to the north, and an explosion cut off the transmission from the assault transport. Then he heard a crash, and the ground shook under his speeding sandrail. He tried to contact his ship again, but there was no response. He switched the channel to broadcast to the other rails. "Accelerate to top speed!"

Seconds later, there was an explosion of static from the receiver. The first words were covered by the static, but QI'tu’ recognized the voice of Morag. "...from orbit! Defense fleet responding!" Another burst of static interrupted him."...tujon is being prepared. This is it, brother!"

QI'tu’ kept pushing the sandrail ahead as his thoughts reeled. Attacked from orbit? The last attack from space had been the HurQ more than a thousand years ago. If it was Morath, then the face of Qo'noS would be changed forever. But if it was an alien invader, then Morath was the least of their problems. QI'tu’ buried these thoughts as he felt the sandrail gather itself up and thrust forward.

Three more streaks of light shot across the sky, and this time there were answering shots. The planetary defense batteries that few Klingons expected to need. The incoming fireballs disappeared over the horizon, and there was another explosion that shook the ground. He was now approaching the impact site of the first attack. He saw a deep fissure cut into the desert floor, and metal fragments bearing the artistic, flowing pIqadmey of the sons and daughters of Kahless. That would be the last assault craft of his flight, as well as many of Morag's army dead now from an unknown assailant. Further on there was a crater, and few remains of the last Morath craft. So the enemy in orbit wasn't with the House of Morath. QI'tu’ set a course for the tOqtujon warp complex and ordered his remaining army to follow. There was little time.



It was an hour before QI'tu’ began to near the tOqtujon warp complex. He only hoped that the scientist LoQ'su had been able to implement the design secrets from the Qeng facility to complete the tOqtujon. The surviving sandrails from QI'tu's attack force swept into the outer gates of the warp complex as two more of the fireballs came from the sky. They hit the roof of the warp complex and started a small fire.


To Be Continued....khestin' word limits anyway
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Pushing Outward Part Four.........

Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:45 am

There was a crash as part of the roof collapsed inwards. QI'tu’ rode his rail until it was at the door of the facility. Then he leapt clear and rushed into the facility to see if the warp ship had survived.

"Is it intact?" He barked at the scientist. As he spoke, he glanced at the ship. It was roughly wedge-shaped, like the sublight cruisers that circled the planet and were the first line of defense against outside attacks. But this craft was longer and leaner. Twin warp nacelles came off of either wing strut, and a bulbous nose housed the antimatter torpedo launcher. It was a hunter, built around a classic design. Yes, QI'tu’ thought, inside of the roughly conical shell that would help to lift the ship to orbit, it was very much a tOqtujon...a Bird of Prey.

"I hope so. There is no damage, but we will-."

"We will find out soon enough!" He grabbed the scientist and pushed him toward the tOqtujon’s underside. "P'tor! Come with me!" He grabbed at the slight warrior and pulled him over to the small ladder that led to an access port into the ship. Without another word, he dragged them up the ladder, through the cramped ship, and finally into the command capsule. He engaged the thrusters as another fireball crashed through the roof to rain fire and debris on them.

The tOqtujon’s lifted slowly off of the floor of the facility. Attitude thrusters pushed the nose upward, and aft rockets fired. The cylindrical shell crashed through the remnants of the roof, and the ship pushed though smoky morning air as more fireballs streaked in from orbit.

Inside of the cabin, QI'tu’ thought that the ship might shake itself apart before it passed through the atmosphere. But it perservered.

Another fireball came down past them, and LoQ'su studied a sensor display. "They are balls of energetic plasma contained in forcefields. Extreme radiation from them."

Radiation cannons. Energetic plasma. These were indeed aliens. Qo'noS had not seen this radical an introduction of unknown technology since the HurQ. QI'tu’ wondered if this was just the start of another invasion. "My brothers, the defense force is joining us!" A sublight craft had dipped into a low orbit and was approaching the tOqtujon. QI'tu looked to LoQ’su. "Detach outer shell!" A shudder went through the ship, and pieces of the protective shell could be seen falling away to burn up in the atmosphere. The escort then closed on the tOqtujon, but its image in the small viewing port was hard to make out. The outer edges of the atmosphere were buffeting the ship fiercely.



The tOqtujon finally began to pull free of the surface. QI'tu' looked through the view port and saw Praxis in the distance, bright and forboding. But what truly concerned him was in the other direction. The alien ships, each half a kellicam in length, were clustered together, waiting for something to emerge from the plume of smoke on Qo'noS. "Rotate aspect 45 degrees." Thrusters turned the ship on its axis, and he could see the ships. Ten of them had survived the surface batteries. They were being met initially by the Qo'noS planetary defense fleet. A grand title for a collection of aging sublight craft confined to the inner planets. The defense fleet flew at the aliens in a single wave. He saw the alien radiation cannon fire into the cluster of ships. Plasma exploded through unprotected hull plating. "Charge sonic disruptors." QI'tu' knew in fact that the term 'sonic' disruptor was not entirely accurate. Sound didn't travel through space. But the land-based sonic disruptors that had been instrumental in unseating KroQ the Weak had used extreme amplitude and frequency modulation to literally shake a target apart. They had been adapted for use in the planetary defense fleet. So 'sonic disruptors' they were. He saw the tiny reticle painted on the targetting port, and waited and watched for the invaders to slip into the reticle. One did, and QI'tu’ depressed the firing switch himself. Contained green waves pulsed from the nose of the tOqtujon and moved steadily to the invading fleet. Finally they hit. The alien ship was held fast in the disruption wave, and cracks appeared in its hull. The ship shook apart. "Recharge weapons!"

"Weapons charging. Rotating aspect to track invaders." The tOqtujon fired thrusters so that it could continue to track the aliens as they moved towards the fleet.
"Sonic disruptors charged."

"Maintain charge. Prepare atomic space mines." QI'tu' knew that the older ships being targetted by the aliens would go down quickly. "Prepare to engage warp engines!"

LoQ’su stared at QI'tu'. He was dumbfounded. "But sir. The warp engines are untested. To use them in battle would be-."

QI'tu' quickly drew his d’k tagh and thrust it into LoQ’su's stomach. "Coward." He slid into the pilot's seat and pulled back on the warp throttle. "To warp. And Victory!" The tOqtujon seemed to gather itself up and then leapt forward. The aliens were stopped momentarily, watching what for them would seem a miracle. The tOqtujon was suddenly gone...and just as suddenly in their midst.

QI'tu' reversed the throttle, and the ship stopped its terrible shaking. It was suddenly at half impulse, moving through the cluster of invaders. "Deploy atomic space mines." The rear access port of the ship opened. Out tumbled three large metallic objects that sought out the alien ships, and clung to them. The alien ships turned on their axis and attacked the tOqtujon directly. Waves of plasma comets hit thetOqtujon, and the ship was darkened. The antimatter reactor winked on and off several times. Life support faltered, and QI'tu' and P'tor clambered into life support suits. QI'tu' was preparing himself for death now. He had a wife and a son, so the line would continue. But to die without turning aside the invaders was...to be regretted. Then the mines exploded, and three of the invaders were gone. He tried to contact his sublight escort, but was only answered by static.

QI'tu' swore under his breath. Radio communications in space was difficult enough. Now he didn't know if the radiation had killed his escort...or just fried his communications. "Rotate aspect...thirty degrees!"

"That will expose unprotected hull-"

"Do it!" He watched as the view through the small port shifted. Another of the craft was moving towards him. His escort, the Be'Ha was drifting. And a comet was coming towards him. It was the radiation cannon again.


Now their only power came from intermittent spurts from the dying antimatter reactor, and the solar sails that were supposed to be for cloaked attack. "Deploy solar sails!" Deck plates were thrown clear of the tOqtujon with explosive charges, and shiny cloaks spread out behind the ship. They were slowly filled with radiation from the distant sun, and the tOqtujon began to drift away from the aliens. As they drifted, QI'tu' noted that the invaders had painted images of huge, striking Birds of Prey on the bottoms of their ships. No doubt intended to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies. He swore, and squeezed the thruster controls. They fired reluctantly, and the tOqtujon wheeled around to confront the pursuing aliens. When they drifted into the targetting reticle, he fired the disruptor again. The disruptor that was saving Qo'noS. The green energy beam shot out from the tOqtujon’s nose and caught one of the aliens. It held it firm, as comets of plasma and radiation struck the tOqtujon. QI'tu' felt it soak through his suit and into his skin. He knew that no matter the outcome of this battle, he was dead. and he knew that the House of Abukoff would not rest until these creatures were wiped out. The solar sails were pulling him slowly away from Qo'noS, and the invaders. This, he felt, was the only way to destroy the rest of them. "Recharge disruptors. Prepare for wide field of fire."

The tOqtujon was coming closer to Praxis now. He saw the aliens moving towards him, and he was grateful to be pulling the five surviving attackers away from Qo'noS. But he still had to deal with them.

"Disruptor charged, hut it will only fire once more." P'tor, who had seemed to be less than a warrior to QI'tu', was showing himself to be every bit a hero.

"Standby to fire thrusters." QI'tu' waited until the first ship in the row had entered the reticle. Then he squeezed the firing mechanism. The disruption came as a wave this time, hitting the first alien and shaking it to bits as the next ship drifted into range. That ship also started to crumble in the disruptor's effect, and QI'tu' noticed for the first time that more than debris was being ejected by the ships. "Magnify that sector!" He told P'tor. The debris field magnified on the viewer, and QI'tu' saw an answer that only left more questions. They were bodies. Vaguely like the HurQ...the pointed ears were unmistakable even from this distance. Some of the bodies were exposed to space, but others were in chambers that seemed to be support modules of some kind. Were they in suspended animation? QI'tu' was shocked. The mad emperor HA'toria had wanted to be frozen so that he could live for a thousand years. Were these aliens just as mad?





one more...........
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Pushing Outward last part........

Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:49 am

QI'tu' was forced back to reality as the surviving alien ships started to accelerate towards them. Radiation cannons fired again, and the tOqtujon was hit dead on. The disruptor caught one more ship in its grip and shook it to pieces before the controls exploded in a shower of sparks. QI'tu' turned to P'tor to ask if he could repair it just as the young warrior collapsed. His face was mottled with radiation poisoning, and his eyes stared lifelessly ahead. "It is a good day to die, my friend." QI'tu' muttered, then he turned to regard the last alien ship as it closed on him. The only weapon remaining was not in fact a weapon at all. It was the ship's self destruct atomic device. QI'tu' configured the solar sails to bring the tOqtujon onto an intercept course with the alien. Then he set the self destruct timer for a thirty second delay. He watched as the indicator light flashed, then went dark. "Quy'Cha!" QI'tu' would have to go to the power plant and detonate the device himself. He checked again to make sure that the ship was on course for the alien. Then he crawled out of the cramped cockpit.

By the time he had made it to the power plant, the heat of the ship had become unbearable. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he could feel that his skin was clammy.


He was dying. But there was time for one last act to save the Empire. The House of Morath might continue to be a plague upon Qo'noS, but the Empire itself would survive to fight on. From a port, QI'tu’ could see that the alien was closing. It was seconds away. He ripped away at the control console, exposing the atomic device's wiring. Then he yanked one wire out as he felt the two ships colliding.


Epilogue

A white hot atomic explosion marked the end of the flight of the first Klingon warp ship, the tOqtujon. But it also marked the end of the invasion of alien sleeper ships over Qo'noS.

The House of Morath continued its struggle for control of the Empire, as did the Sons and Daughters of Kahless.




Sort of "First Contact" meets Mad Max meets Flash Gordon meets Conan the Barbarian............and they all hack each other to bits..........
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Postby Moogle » Wed May 14, 2003 6:14 pm

good work m8:)
You know its kinda a Joke,I am a out of work Social Worker, like wtf.


How many people do I have to sleep with to get some service here?

B!tch please you and I both know that is not your real hair color.


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Postby KBF-Kapact » Wed May 14, 2003 10:41 pm

Originally posted by Moogle
good work m8:)




Kool...............next, I am working on the story of KroQ the Weak...the last Emperor




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Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Postby Joshmaul » Thu May 15, 2003 3:10 am

I have always wondered - why don't they just have the Chancellor be the emperor, eh? It seems to me that the Chancellor holds all the power - even if it requires the High Council to nominate him.

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Postby KBF-Kapact » Thu May 15, 2003 3:48 am

Originally posted by Joshmaul
I have always wondered - why don't they just have the Chancellor be the emperor, eh? It seems to me that the Chancellor holds all the power - even if it requires the High Council to nominate him.

-Joshmaul



Well, see, the Chancellor is the boss, yeah, but he has to play the politics game. Remember in Sins of the Father and Redemption, the other Houses held enough power to influence the Chancellor. A good Chancellor kills his enemies so he can rule both houses of Congress.......errrrrrr.........I mean, the Empire. But yeah. He should just kill 'em all and declare himself Emperor. In my Razor Klaw Fleet email simm, our Chancellor just did that very thing. A much tidier arrangement. So anyway, waddya think of my story?
Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."

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Postby Joshmaul » Thu May 15, 2003 3:58 am

I find it intriguing that you picked the Klingon word for the source of all creation for your character.....but it was a good story, nonetheless.

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Postby KBF-Kapact » Thu May 15, 2003 4:02 am

Originally posted by Joshmaul
I find it intriguing that you picked the Klingon word for the source of all creation for your character.....but it was a good story, nonetheless.

-Joshmaul



I was wondering when people would start to notice the name.......and this story wasn't quite as bloody as Tong'Ve, but I enjoyed writing it. The next one will be very bloody though......so that'll be good...........


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Fleet Admiral Kapact, Lord of House Abukoff, QImtaR HoSRO
Commanding Officer IKV Razor Klaw
Chief of Staff Razor Klaw Fleet
betleH pIn'a'
Ro DoQ Vaj
Founder, Klingon Order of Scribes


Quark: "I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this."
Garak: "What is it?"
Quark: "A Human drink, it's called Root Beer."
Garak: "Ahh, I don't know....."
Quark: "Come on....Aren't you in the least bit curious?"
Quark: "..........What d'you think?"
Garak: "It's vile?"
Quark: "I know. It's so bubbly and cloy, and happy."
Garak: "Just like the Federation....."
Quark: "But do you know what's really frightening? If you drink enough of it you begin to like it...."
Garak: "....It's insidious...."
Quark: "....Just like the Federation."


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