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Here it is!

Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:24 pm

Approximately one month late, Xeno finally decides to post her story onto the KA message board before she forgets it (again). It will sound wierd or funny or stupid at some points, and if you don't like it, GO TO HELL! Lol j/k but in any case it's not like I'm getting paid or anything to do this so go ahead and curse it out. Won't be anything new to me.
Anyway, it will be one page per reply, assuming there's no character limits, and it is 23 pages long. I know I said 34 but I miscounted, my mistake.
Another thing is that I will be pasting paragraphs at a time because if I try to post the entire page at once, I will end up posting ten pages accidently because of my break-neck scroll speed lol. The point is that at some points in the story you will come across sentence fragments or parts where the same sentence is repeated in the middle of another sentence randomly. The ranks, names, and characters were chosen at random, just so you know, and I'm not really good with Klingon names or stardates so those are prolly messed up too. But anyways, enjoy!
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:25 pm

THE GIANT vs. THE MOSQUITO
Written by Xenopraetoria15
(Formerly known as Sidewinder5)




Despite its rather corny title, this story is the perfect example that just because a foe is big, just because it has large shiny guns that make a lot of noise, means NOTHING. A skilled warrior can still take down a Goliath, through courage and determination, and skill.




Somewhere out in the vastness of space, lies the Bermuda nebula. Of course, the Bermuda “myth” is just that, a myth, but this nebula earned its rightful nickname from the ships that passed into it. No non-Klingon starship had ever entered the nebula and been seen or heard from again.
The nebula is located in the Baker System, just inside the Klingon-Federation Neutral Zone. Few Klingon planets and bases dot the area, but there is one, one in particular, that is particularly dangerous.
Deep in the Baker nebula is a small Klingon Destroyer, the I.K.S. Katana. She is a warship built only for raids or escorts of convoys through enemy space in wartime.
The Katana, however, did neither of these missions. The United Federation of Planets had taken particular interest in the nebula, since its defensive cover would provide a vital stepping-stone in a war. Because of this, the Federation would sneak in single ships into the nebula to scan it for any advantages, and sneak out. While on a routine patrol, however, the Katana found the Federation ships, eliminated them, and was permanently posted there. Katana only came out when she was low on crew, supplies, or heavily battered.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:28 pm

When she re-entered the nebula, she had a freshly painted Starfleet emblem on her wings—the mark of a fresh kill.
Now, the Federation began to send in more heavily armed warships into the nebula to conduct their research, but still, never heard from again. Now the U.S.S. Osiris, a Federation Yamato-class battleship, enters the Nebula, hoping to flush out the unseen predator that has killed so many of her comrades…



STARDATE: 3465.7
Location: Bermuda nebula, Klingon Space
Aboard the Klingon Destroyer I.K.S. Katana

Captain Hudge strode onto the bridge of the I.K.S. Katana. Nothing unusual greeted him. The same seven Klingons and lone Praetorian operating the controls, the same dull red lighting shining through the metal mesh grill of the roof, and the same damned reddish-pink swirl of the QosHo’ nebula on the viewscreen.
All bridge officers snapped alert and faced him.
His first officer, called White Tiger, boomed “Captain on the bridge!”
The officers leapt to their feet. Hudge replied “At ease, comrades,” and descended onto his command chair. The eight officers sat down, still facing Hudge, and resumed their work.
Hudge settled into the stone-like seat of his chair. “Any movement?” he asked.
Xeno swiveled to face him. “None, sir,” she replied, her voice naturally an icy hiss.
Hudge nodded and Xeno returned to work.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:30 pm

Hudge settled into the stone-like seat of his chair. “Any movement?” he asked.
Xeno swiveled to face him. “None, sir,” she replied, her voice naturally an icy hiss.
Hudge nodded and Xeno returned to work.
She and Hudge had had their differences. For one thing,
Xeno was gray, four-armed Praetorian humanoid with an elongated two-foot long headcrest, razor sharp teeth and claws, a smaller head inside her mouth, and a long, barbed, poisonous tail. She was also capable of running on all fours, scaling walls and ceilings, surviving in space, and, with no eyes, she was able to register hostile life forms several kilometers away.
Hudge was a muscular six-foot tall Klingon with profound ridges on his forehead, dressed in his full battle garb: black leather combat vest with half-inch armor under his padded shirt, fingerless gloves with retractable claws in the knuckles, black pants, and thick boots with a single spike protruding from the toe. He also had a black-and-gold rank banner draped across one shoulder and passing the opposite hip. While confined to the floor due to gravity reasons, Hudge was still a skilled fighter, sporting one bat’leth sword over one shoulder, a small Klingon disruptor pistol in his belt, and three Dk’tagh daggers, one in each boot, and one near his pistol.

Xeno and Hudge have also had their disputes. When Hudge gave the order to ram right into a Federation dreadnought, Xeno refused and later challenged his command. Xeno lost one arm in the fight, which she later regenerated, and Hudge was badly lacerated, which he regenerated, but it is not hard to see that Xeno and Hudge were not exactly best friends. Yet Hudge remained in command, Xeno had not been jettisoned out the waste tubes in the rear of the ship, and life went on.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:32 pm

Meanwhile, Hudge had been thinking—something he only did in lulls in action, for quite some time. Usually, they’d have at least a damn freighter to pick off by now. Something was wrong. While the Federation would not send a whole battlegroup into the nebula and touch off a war, they had to be sending something big this time. There were forty-three Starfleet emblems on Katana’s wings--forty-three kills. What’s next? A battleship? James T. Kirk himself. Who knew?
In any case, Hudge decided to break the monotonous bleeps and boops of the consoles, the snorts of disappointment, and hum of the ship’s engines.
“Computer,” he called. A brief squawk signaled the ship’s computer acknowledgement. “Bring up list of Klingon battle songs on the Captain’s interface. Hudge’s Favorites.”
A second later, there was a list of symbols on Hudge’s captain’s chair arm. A few heads had turned, puzzled, in Hudge’s direction.
“So!” Hudge said to his crew “What shall we go into battle with today?” A wave of requests bombarded Hudge, all in Klingon. He smiled. If the crew was already this perky, then today was going to be a very good day.

***
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:35 pm

STARDATE: 3465.8
Location: Federation-Klingon Neutral Zone
Aboard the Federation Battleship U.S.S. Osiris

Admiral Zita shifted uncomfortably in her own captain’s chair aboard this U.S.S. Osiris. She disliked the sheer vastness of the battleship; four months shakedown time and she still got lost in the seemingly endless decks and was greeted with foreign faces regularly.

Zita sighed to herself. She longed for her quaint little Akula-class destroyer. At least she knew everyone and it took her two minutes to get from end to end of the ship. Now it felt like two hours. And on top of all that, they had been ordered into the Bermuda nebula, more than five light years away. If the Klingons didn’t get her, the waiting would. She was almost a conduit of anxiety. She had no sort of disorder, but she was very eager to get in there, destroy whatever ******* had killed off forty-three ships, and get out.
“How long until we reach the nebula?” She snapped, and then felt guilty about her curtness against someone whom had done nothing wrong. She then added in a much softer tone “…Please.”
The lieutenant in charge of the conn seemed to sense her feelings and answered coolly “E.T.A: seven minutes.”
“Good,” she replied, obviously glad they would be there before she knew it “Any sign of Klingon activity?”
“No, sir.”
“Good. Give the signal for red alert. Mr. Langana? All sensors begin sweeping the nebula as rapidly as possible. Have all targeting scanners follow closely, and triangulate all weapons on any ship you see…Klingon that is.” She reeled off the commands so quickly she barely understood what she had said herself.
“Yes sir,” replied the science and conn officers simultaneously, a bit of laughter in their tones at Zita’s rapid-fire orders.
Zita prayed it was nothing big. No battleships, no mines, no battlefleets, just some stranded Orion Pirate with a bad temper and could be killed off with a single assault phaser shot.
“And I order you, sir, to get some rest,” Zita’s medical officer, Dr. Moogle, replied. “You’ve been up for the past twenty hours, glued to that viewscreen. Any more stress and you will either have a heart attack or a nervous breakdown…or both.”
“Yes I suppose you’re right,” replied Zita wearily “And I don’t think we can have an crazy Admiral, now can we?”
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:36 pm

Meanwhile, throughout the Osiris, klaxons began to wail. Red flashing panels and lights lit up, and the ship was put on full alert. Security was activated and redoubled, with marine fireteams patrolling each deck routinely. All weapon systems were armed and loaded, ready to be fired on a moments notice. Power from the two warp cores was also increased, as the assault phasers glowed red with energy. The ships powerful shields enveloped her in an invisible bubble, only to be seen when they were fired upon. As the Osiris rocketed toward the reddish-pink mass in front of her, with blue streaks trailing her four warp nacelles, the Katana began to awaken.


STARDATE: 3466.2
Location: Bermuda Nebula, Klingon Space
Aboard the Klingon Destroyer I.K.S. Katana

As Hudge’s crew went about their work, humming the battle song playing on the ship’s intercom and singing the short snatches they knew, a sudden disturbance rocked the merry mood.
“Sir! Enemy ship has just dropped out of warp,” said Xeno suddenly, referring to the white star that flared up and dissipated on the viewer.
“How many and class,” said Hudge lazily, not moving a muscle.
“One. Federation. Yamato class…battleship, sir,” said Xeno, astonished.
Heads turned and Hudge slowly came to his senses. “Heh heh,” he chuckled “Looks like the bloodless veQ have gotten serious. Bah! No matter. Engage the cloaking device, and proceed at full impulse for the nebula. Let’s see what they do.”
As the orders were carried out, Xeno stole a glance at Hudge. His face had suddenly gone from nonchalant to serious. And indeed, this was a serious matter.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:43 pm

STARDATE: 3468.7
Location: Bermuda Nebula, Klingon Space
Aboard the Klingon Destroyer I.K.S. Katana



Hudge sat back in his stone-hard command chair. Here he was facing an immense 1500-strong Federation battleship that could cut his tiny destroyer into pieces if it got the chance. Around him sat eight other souls under his command. They would serve him to the end, but why throw away nine perfectly good lives?
Hudge weighed his options. He could fight, and die an honorable but ultimately futile death. He could call the nearby starbase for help, and the Federation battleship would have much more of a fight, but his reputation and honor would be destroyed. “Give him something with big guns and watch him run like a weak little HabIbaH! Hmmph!” they would say.
Hudge then made a command decision. A decision that would undoubtedly affect everyone on this ship, including himself.
He would take on the Osiris—alone.
Hudge keyed the intercom. “Captain to all warriors,” he said, making sure authority spilled out of every word “We have jut detected a Federation Yamato-class battleship directly in front of us, on an attack vector. Their weapons armed, their shields raised, and they have come here with the sole intention of destroying this ship and its crew.
“I know that we are greatly outgunned, but, for my sake as well as yours, I have chosen to engage the warship with no help. You may either stand and fight like the brothers you are, or you may proceed to the bridge…in an orderly fashion…and deal with me.”
There was a long pause, then the chief engineer—Warrior “Too Much”—came on. “Engineering crew swears their loyalty to Captain Hudge from now until death!”
Sickbay chimed in “As do we!”
Through out the ship, the crew hailed the bridge, swearing their loyalty and allegiance to Hudge.
Hudge keyed the intercom once more. “Good! Then let us give this Federation PitaQ’jaH the ride of their life! TO STO’VO’KOR!”
“TO STO’VO’KOOOOORR!” answered the crew. Wild cheers of honor and death filled the halls and corridors of the small QuD-class destroyer.
The ship was soon put on full combat mode. A rough, loud klaxon squawked through out the ship. All lights were soon turned to red, and the Katana’s crew suddenly jumped to life. Power was diverted directly into the disruptor cannons and torpedo launcher. The impulse engines glowed bright yellow as the Katana sped up to face its massive foe. Its four disruptor cannons on the tips and joints of the wings held a small green ball on their tips. The F.M.P.A. cannon, mounted on top of the ship’s hull, also glowed bright green. The photon torpedo launcher powered up as Klingon crews loaded a fresh round onto the loading rack and positioned it inside the tube, sealing it behind them. Klingons patrolled the corridors of the ship, disruptor rifles ready to frag anything that looked out of place.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:44 pm

On the bridge of the Katana, Xeno calculated the course and E.T.A. of the Osiris, and relayed targeting information to the gunnery officer, Kt’Hyla. Kt’Hyla was a damn good officer, but sometimes his motives were…questionable, and he often wasted precious shots trying to hit the bridge of the ship.
The crew was scanning the nebula and the Osiris for any potential advantage. When none presented themselves, they found it would be gas alone that would help them. The nebula would disrupt their electromagnetic fields, completely neutralizing their shields. Commando Thorn had calculated that every torpedo hit on the Osiris would cause at least five casualties, and at least one of them would be fatal.
Hudge felt confident in his men. For every task, there was a way. The Osiris possessed no sort of metaphasic shielding, no armor plating, and no anticloak sensors. Now, with the exception of guns and arms, they would be completely equal. All they had to do was pick at their hull like a massive vulture, and their prey would soon fall…once again.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:46 pm

STARDATE: 3468.9
Location: Bermuda Nebula, Klingon Space
Aboard the Federation Battleship U.S.S. Osiris


Admiral Zita had finally relaxed. They had finally entered the dreaded Bermuda nebula to obliterate whatever damnation had entered it. It was just a matter of minutes.
In her quarters, preparing to join the bridge, Zita checked her appearance. Hair pulled into a small, tight, brown bun? Yes, it’s there. Perfect, too. Sapphire blue eyes, softened face, and nova-white teeth? Yes, that too. Looks more like twenty years instead of fifty. Starfleet uniform? Yes, flap closed tightly, golden clasp polished, not a foreign thread on it, not a thread out of place. Shoes polished, too.
Zita left her bathroom, killed the soft music that had been playing, and proceeded to the bridge.
Once there, she was greeted with the usual officers jumping to their feet, her first officer, Goury, calling “Admiral on the bridge!” and her speaking gently “At ease, ladies and gentlemen.” On the viewscreen was a massive swirl of red and pink gas swirling around the ship. Completely harmless, but it was what was inside of that gas that troubled the crew.
The Conn officer, lieutenant Langana, broke the eerie silence. “No enemy activity, sir. We detected a small anomaly off the port bow, but nothing there sir.”
Zita saw the officer’s face contort slightly as he expected to be snapped at curtly. She proved him wrong by gently saying “Track it closely. I want to get out of here as soon as possible. We don’t want an entire fleet coming in here for our sake.”
“Yes sir,” responded Langana, his relief obvious.
Zita frowned. Had she been that cold? She hadn’t really noticed her own tone as she reeled off orders to her crewmen.
I’ll buy him a drink and chat with him when this is over. Yeah, get to know him, decided Zita. That would be the best apology for now.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:48 pm

Stardate: 3469.0
Location: Bermuda nebula, Klingon Space
The plot will now alternate between ships simultaneously.

The euphoria of glory had long since faded from the bridge of the Katana. She had come to with in fifteen thousand kellicams of the Osiris. They had not been detected, miraculously. Hudge had ordered all words to be spoken in Klingon in case of Federation eavesdropping.
“Get us closer…” murmured Hudge “Come on…”
Xeno piloted the craft with unprecedented expertise as she maneuvered the Katana over the dorsal hull of the Osiris: effectively a blind spot.
“Fire on my command, Kt’Hyla,” whispered Hudge.
Science officer Ee’Drah swiveled to face Hudge. “Sir! The Federation warship is hailing us!”
“Do they know of our position?” said Hudge urgently, suddenly oozing anticipation.
“No, sir. The transmission is being broadcast in a fifty thousand kellicam radius of the warship.”
“Good. Patch it through, audio only.”
The calm, if not taunting, voice of Admiral Zita filled the bridge as she spoke without hesitation or doubt. “This is Admiral Zita of the Federation battleship U.S.S. Osiris. We know you are out there, Klingon dogs. We know it is you that killed forty-three Federation vessels in this exact same nebula. We…I demand that you hand yourselves over immediately and prepare to be boarded. I assume you know full well the weapon types and arrays of this class of warship, so you will not doubt me when I say… if you refuse to comply, you will be destroyed.”
Hudge chuckled. He had heard of this Admiral Zita and rumor had it she was quite a pacifist. This would be interesting.
“All right,” he said firmly “Let’s see how good she makes her threat. Fire!”
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:50 pm

Zita switched off the comm and looked about her bridge. Her officers were looking at her with a look of “Damn, Zita. I didn’t know you had it in you!” They were proud of her, and, snapping and curtness aside, were glad to serve under her.
“Mr. Langana. Any sign of those…Klingon dogs?” Zita asked with a small smile.
“No, sir. We’ve scanned for the past…sir! Enemy torp—“
Langana was cut off mid sentence by a thunderous explosion. The lights and panels on the bridge dimmed a bit, then returned to normal. The Red Alert klaxons renewed their keening, and a small puff of smoke hung over the bridge.
Zita renewed her firm composure. That torpedo had hit too hard to be a regular photon torpedo. It had to be something stronger…
“Mr. Langana. Status report!” She barked. Now she had a reason to be curt. They were under attack and she could show no sign of weakness.
“Minimal damage to the—“ Another explosion cut him off. This one was much stronger, and it felt closer, too.
“Sir we’ve taken two photon torpedo hits, both on the secondary hull. The second one directly hit the port navigational deflector. Hull integrity is down to 95%, with sensors down to ninety percent. Decks eight through fifteen report casualties. Medical teams are responding, however.
“Excellent,” said Zita “Raise shields and return fire.”
“Shields are inoperative, sir. As well as our targeting systems,”
Commander Goury added, “The nebula disrupts the electromagnetic fields of shields and scatters targeting lasers. We’re fighting blind.”
Zita immediately compensated. “Fire all phasers on the last known coordinates of the ship, as well as in the direction of the torpedo launch. Helm! Bring us to bearing three one six mark nine.”
The small domes on the Osiris’s saucer-shaped section glowed bright red and fired a single straight beam of energy toward the sides of the ship. As it did this, the Osiris banked to to the left clumsily, leaving her port side open where her dorsal hull had once been. The Osiris did this many more times, firing her phasers at certain points of the nebula, but hit nothing.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:51 pm

Captain Hudge watched the red beams of energy arcing away from the Osiris. They were returning fire to everywhere but them. Another hundred kellicams and they’d have a direct hit, though.
“Xeno, maneuver us to three zero four mark seven. Slow to one-quarter impulse. Kt’Hyla! You and Xeno divide the weapons amongst yourselves,” Hudge ordered.
The Katana’s weapons were now divided between Xeno and Kt’Hyla. Xeno controlled the joint disruptors (the disruptors closest to the hull) and the photon torpedoes. Kt’Hyla controlled the wingtip disruptors, F.M.P.A. and transporters.
Xeno brought her targeting reticules to bear on the Osiris. The torpedo would go for the warp nacelle while the disruptors would rake the saucer section and kill off the crew. Kt’Hyla’s reticule was, as usual, searching for the bridge. Poor ******* thinks everything can be killed with one shot, thought Xeno.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:52 pm

Xeno opened up with a barrage of fire from the disruptors. The Osiris buckled a bit, then faced aft. She fired off two torpedoes from her aft launchers, one of which went wide. Xeno honed her vision and began to search for her prey. As she did, her hearing dropped as if she was underwater, and time seemed to slow drastically. But her “eyes” could have found a crack in a beam of steel. Xeno saw something just above her: a red explosion. Yet judging from the general noise on the ship, no one had fired. From that explosion came another, smaller explosion…no wait…that can’t be…it’s moving…torpedoes!!! Xeno realized this too late. Even with her superhuman reflexes there would not be enough time to bank enough for the torpedo to miss. This one would hit, it was just a matter of where. Xeno saw a bright red star arcing towards her directly, it seemed. She could even see the torpedo itself, the serial number, the Starfleet emblem, even the particle trail of its propulsion system. Xeno opened her mouth to warn Hudge of the inbound torpedo before it smacked the neck of the Katana.
Sparks flew as the ship was knocked downward. Sickbay reported ten wounded, seven critical.
“Hull breach on deck two!” reported Xeno.
“Seal it off,” said Hudge, still calm. “Kt’Hyla! Return fire!”
“Sir? The bridge is not yet open!” growled Kt’Hyla.
Xeno moved her chair away from Kt’Hyla as much as she could. She knew what was coming. “You fool!” bellowed Hudge. “You mindless pitaQ’jaH! I ordered return fire!”
Normally Hudge would simply tell him to shoot anyway in a much firmer tone instead of lose it, but the Osiris could see them now, and any moment would launch another salvo, which could be headed for the bridge itself.
“Wait! Waaait!” cried Kt’Hyla anxiously “We must wait for a head—“
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:53 pm

Hudge grabbed Kt’Hyla and literally lifted him up and out of his chair and tossed him towards the wall. He hastily chose a random spot, and fired the F.M.P.A. The purple and white cone smacked into the neck of the Osiris and left an angry scar. He then barked some terse Klingon words to Kt’Hyla, who then tackled him.

Xeno, not wanting to be next, let out a two second disruptor salvo and fired her torpedo. Out of sheer skill, or luck, it hit the aft torpedo launchers. The Osiris let loose for aft phaser shots, one of which hit the middle of the wing. Not enough to do much damage, but the torpedoes that followed were. Xeno rolled the ship to the port side as the torpedoes missed the hull by a few meters and fired the disruptors on the engineering hull, moving steadily in front of the ship. They made small flickers of light on the hull before a massive explosion tore out the middle of the hull. She saw bits of debris and people fly out of the gaping hole and fired another salvo inside the breach before Structural Integrity systems kicked in. Another fifteen vaporized.
The Osiris fired two more torpedoes before gunning her impulse to flee. Xeno banked and climbed, but it was not enough. Torpedo one hit the middle of the left wing, and torpedo two slammed into the impulse engines. She had set the ship’s course to the opposite of the battleships and turned about.
A heavy body fell on her lap, startling her. Kt’Hyla and Hudge were battling across the bridge. The other crew struggled to keep their posts while avoiding the fight; a warrior who requests or receives help in a personal duel is often regarded cowardly. Hudge slammed Kt’Hyla into a bulkhead and drew a Dk’tagh knife. He held it at Kt’Hyla’s throat, growled another string of Klingon, and then released him. Kt’Hyla returned to his post, muttering. Hudge straightened his uniform and sheathed his Dk’tagh knife firmly. He took his post and squinted at the viewscreen. “Engage power allocation one-three-six-two,” he said, a hand resting on his disruptor pistol. He didn’t take his eyes of Kt’Hyla.

Xeno turned around to see what was so hard to see, and found what had happened. In the confusion, the Osiris had fled, and was now nowhere to be found.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:54 pm

Commander Goury strode to the captain’s chair in two quick strides. His captain, Admiral Zita, had been thrown from her seat onto the floor when a torpedo hit her ship, her head connecting with his armrest on the way down. She was now unconscious, but otherwise okay.
Goury injected the revival medicine into Zita’s arm. She awoke with a start and sat bolt upright almost immediately, looking around. However, Zita soon learned that that had been a big mistake, as her blood rushed back into her head; she was overcome with an unprecedented throbbing headache.

Zita climbed back into the captain’s chair and appeared to have shaken off her injuries. At least that’s what she left like; her head was now throbbing with pain in time to her own heartbeat, and she had a large red knot on her forehead.
After a few brief recuperative moments, she said “Status, Mr. Langana.”

Joseph Langana looked almost as bad as her. His neat jet-black hair was all over his head, and his uniform was crumpled. As he turned to face her, he revealed a wound on his temple that was bleeding freely. “We have a massive hull breach spanning decks twenty through twenty-eight. Seconds after the hull was breached, the Klingon ship fired disruptor bursts directly into the ship’s hull, burning out corridors nine through sixteen. Warp power is offline, impulse engines nominal. Communications are offline, as well. Sickbay is reporting two-hundred-one casualties, ninety of which are critical.”
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:55 pm

“Any sign of the Klingon ship,” barked Zita.
“No, sir. We fled their location after scoring three direct torpedo hits. Their status is unknown, but they are operational. Right now, at last given point, we are forty-thousand kilometers from the Klingon ship.”
“Damn!” Zita slammed an open hand down on her armrest, and then winced slightly as her body retaliated with a redoubled head pain. “Stay alert. Get medical and damage crews where they can do some good. Don’t spend precious time and men trying to fix futile cases.”
Zita then turned her attention to the comm. She touched a few buttons briskly, then spoke. “Mr. Paris! How much power do we have?”
Paris, the chief engineer aboard the Osiris, stumbled through a plume of smoke towards the comm. He jabbed the button on the wall. “Sir! We have just enough power to keep the engines and weapons going, as well as maintain life support! If we spend any more time in this gas-trap we’ll suffer a core breach!”
Zita sat back in her chair, stunned. A core breach would mean certain death. Not just because the resulting explosion would destroy or fatally cripple both ships, but because even if they survived the core detonation, an explosion of that magnitude would bring the Klingon fleet running. And though her Yamato class was very formidable in combat, she was in no condition to fight any warship now.

She then made a command decision: the Osiris would retreat from the Bermuda Nebula and most likely return with a task force of several warships. If the Klingons wanted war, they’d have to answer why forty-three federation ships were destroyed by a single ship. Yes, this was the way to go. She could not afford much more fighting before her ship became part of the nebula.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:56 pm

She keyed the comm again. “Mr. Paris. Do we have warp capability?”
“Aye, sir, but you’d better use it while you can!”
“Give me everything you’ve got. We’re getting out of here!” Zita snapped off the comm with a resounding “Bleep!” that seemed to mimic her mood. She was…well…pised. Her ship had been almost been crippled by a diminutive Klingon destroyer, she had failed her mission and forced to swallow defeat, and she hadn’t gotten rid of her headache. Nothing seemed to be going right!

“Mr. Langana. Take us back to Federation space as fast as you can go,” Zita said finally, after pondering the option carefully.
“Aye, sir,” said Mr. Langana, his tone hard and clear. Zita could almost hear the sighs of relief from her crew.
She stared at the viewscreen for a while. She could have sworn on her life that she saw a gray shape move behind a nebula could, cackling at her. Zita muttered to her self, “We’ll be back, you *******s. We will be back.”
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Wed May 26, 2004 10:57 pm

Damn! I must now run a few errands and should be back in a few hours. This is about halfway in the story, and I will finish up when I get back.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Thu May 27, 2004 3:16 am

OK picking up where I left...o yea and every time you see the seven or so asterisks it's because John had to go and put "pastard" (obviously the p is a b) on the censor list. Grrrrr... If you only see three, then obviously the story is changing setting.


Commander White Tiger had been almost motionless this past day. He silently manned a console in the back of the bridge, rarely speaking. He did not want any part of this conflict at all. Klingons are supposed to live to die in battle, but right now he felt like he was suffering a stupid fate.
There was no way a Klingon destroyer could take on and defeat a Federation battleship by itself, but after seeing the havoc inflicted on the Osiris, his attitude had changed.

White Tiger stood and faced Hudge. Captain Hudge was deep in thought; obviously there was some sort of lull. Hudge glanced in White Tiger’s direction once, and then looked again.
off...“Tiger! I had forgotten you were on this ship!” said Hudge, grinning. Tiger had been so quiet and so efficient he had become one with the bridge. “What have you been doing?”
“I know, sir. I havebeen busy…uh…” he searched for an excuse for not rising to command when he was needed—besides telling Hudge he felt like they were dying a ridiculous death. “Recalibrating the disruptor…firing pattern and...burst power, sir.”

Xeno froze, her claws hovering over the helm controls. Recalibrating the disruptors? That’s why the disruptor pattern had changed! For some anomalous reason that no one had time to notice, let along investigate, the Katana’s disruptors had gone from one-shot right-to-left pattern to simultaneous machine gun-like fire. The shots fired much more quickly—one shot per millisecond, but the power of each individual shot had been halved.
Tiger, you lucky son of a bitch, thought Xeno.
Three rings for the elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where shadows lie.

--Lord Of The Rings

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