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Postby Xenopraetoria15 » Thu May 27, 2004 3:17 am

Hudge and Tiger crossed to the Science console. There, a picture of a Klingon D-7 cruiser, meant to mean their own ship for all Klingon ships like the Federation had their Constitution-class for their sensors, and four rings around it. The second-to-farthest ring was brighter than the others, and a small bar of light traveled around the circumference of the circle, orbiting the Klingon ship. They were scanning for the Osiris at medium-range.
Frustrated, Hudge scowled heavily, then returned to his seat. White Tiger did the same. A second later, the Osiris came into view, directly in front of them, their dorsal hull facing the Katana. However, the ship’s four warp engines were glowing brighter and brighter: she was about to go to warp.
Xeno saw her prey on her own personal viewer, and brought her reticule to the ship’s warp engines. She hissed quietly, and prepared to fire. She saw Kt’Hyla’s reticule bearing down on his long-awaited bridge, and he also prepared to fire.

Onboard the Osiris, the stars in front of them began to be stretched out, like the ship itself, first the nose stretched, then the saucer, then the entire ship itself. A bright four point star grew slowly in front of the ship. Zita breathed a sigh of relief; at the same moment Xeno breathed her own sigh.

“Never,” Xeno whispered softly, and fired.
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 3:20 am

The two bolts, red and purple, struck the ship with unparalleled force. The ship’s warp engines had contained the most amount of power now that they were about to engage. This meant that now most of the ship’s power would be vented into space if they were breached. The Osiris’s warp nacelles exploded into a diminutive sun, which engulfed the entire pylon they were resting on, as well as a good deal of the stern of the ship. The Osiris lurched forward, her nacelles turning into white beams for a second, then suddenly stopped, dead in the water. They had been spared the kill-shot of the F.M.P.A., but the bolt hit directly behind the bridge, about five hundred yards back. The explosion killed or finished off more than thirty crewmen, including Dr. Moogle, who had been on his way to the bridge to check on Zita. As the F.M.P.A. round hit, he was lacerated by millions of white-hot pieces of shrapnel.
The Osiris was now effectively…crippled.

***

Her shiny brown hair, tied back into a perfect bun, was now coming out and all over her head. Her uniform was crumpled and dirty. Her face was now smeared with dirt and blood from the resulting explosions that rocked her ship.
Yet Admiral Zita was still an admiral and she was still in command of this ship. She looked over at Commander Goury. He lay on the floor, on his back, with a large piece of shrapnel embedded deeply in his temple. Ensign Langana had his in his neck and back. The crew had all been hit with shrapnel where they sat, and many were dead.
The equipment above the bridge had cascaded through the roof. Pipelines and wires and machinery were now hanging into the bridge itself. Sparks and fires dotted the bridge, and the lights were out. Throughout the Osiris was a different story, however. Broken bodies with burned faces and lacerated parts lay strewn through out several decks. There were gaping hull breaches sealed off with force fields on the secondary hulls. Main Engineering was a small necropolis, as the few crews who survived battled to keep containment fields activated and keep the warp cores from breaching. Sickbay had been overflowing with wounded when it took a direct hit from one of Kt’Hyla’s disruptor shots. Every being inside the facility died instantly, the white hot inside of the energy soaring to over four thousand degrees.
Zita wasn’t beaten yet, at least in her mind. She would die on her feet rather than be captured. She ran to the conn console and typed a rapid-fire command for phaser fire. After a few moments of being locked into a sort of “Combat mode” herself, she noticed the console’s lighting. It was getting dimmer and dimmer, until finally it faded altogether. Ops was the same. Consoles on the walls slowly suffered the same fate. The ship was losing power, and if they lacked the power to keep the consoles running, then systems such as gravity and, more importantly, life support.
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 3:24 am

Zita glanced at the ops post, then looked again. Someone was sitting there, barely alive, but still there.
“Crewman! Report!” Zita cried over the roar of explosions and klaxons.
“Main power’s offline, auxiliary too! We have one-quarter impulse at power, no warp drive, but we have eighty percent weapons power! Multiple hull breaches across all decks, sickbay destroyed, and about one thousand wounded, sir!”
The ensign responded.
A very grim report, but at least they had weapons. “If you can, fire all phaser banks in all available directions. If you get a hit, fire all weapons on that location until the Klingon *******s explode!”


Xeno looked at the massive ship in front of her. There were several hull breaches across her hull, she was missing three out of four warp nacelles, plasma vented from a few holes, and she could no longer treat her wounded. Every so often, a pink line would arc from the ship as she tried desperately to destroy the Katana, but sometimes the phaser shots would be barely noticeable, even with a dark background. She was losing power, too. The beast was falling, all right. What really got her was why she didn’t just surrender? Fifteen hundred people need not die if only she relinquished whatever senior officers she had left.
A moment later, the ship disappeared into a particularly dense cloud. Xeno wondered idly if she should follow it, or wait them out until life support killed off enough of their crew for them to try to make a break for it when Brigadier Hudge’s voice came into her mind, as if under water.
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 3:26 am

“Hold position, Xeno. Open a channel, fifty thousand kellicam radius of our current location.”
“Channel open, sir,” hissed Xeno, then resumed her thinking.
“This is Brigadier Hudge of the Klingon ship I.K.S. Katana. This is a ironic twist of fate, is it not?”—Hudge was trying to sound as best like General Chang as he could—“you called us dogs…assured us that we would die in a hail of fire, and yet here you are, “Admiral” Zita, with your ship crippled…one thousand men dead, and my ship with but a small hull abrasion! Kahless save me, how could THAT have happened?”
Hudge paused as the crew laughed heartily, the continued. “I do not know what sort of soft-hearted, diplomatic”—insults and more jeers from the crew—“weak ways your “Federation” have adopted to make themselves believe they can just come into our space and begin poking and prodding without any answer, but whatever they are, they have failed you. Utterly FAILED you!” The crew was ecstatic now. Their victory was at hand. Not just any victory, but a victory that would be told and sung through many Klingon halls for many years.
“Yet as I see your massive hearse floating through space, I cannot help but feel pity. So I give you this one and only one chance to relinquish yourself, Zita, and whatever senior staff you have left, to the Klingon Empire, or be destroyed.”
For the next few minutes, the Katana sat as still as a rock waiting for an answer. Only static returned over the comm channel. Xeno fell out of her superhuman state and began to relax a little. She gazed upon the nebula’s swirling clouds, the red, pink, and gold colors, and the little black marks light years away: the many Federation wrecks that dotted the starscape. Yet one of them seemed especially large. And it was moving. Last time Xeno checked, there were no major asteroids in this nebula, and no living space creatures either. So that must mean it’s…oh no.
As Xeno woke up and tried to focus again, the Osiris, in a last-ditch attempt to destroy her quarry, was gunning her engines with as much power as she could spare. She was headed straight for the Katana, full speed ahead.
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 3:49 am

Zita was still operating the helm when she saw the Klingon *******s at last. They were just sitting there, apparently oblivious to her presence. Considering her captain, and more importantly, her helm officer, this was a very rare thing. Zita pushed her ship as fast as it would go, racing to ram her quarry in two. She could even hear the structural frame groaning as it struggled not to come apart. She would destroy them, if it were the last thing she did.

Zita glanced about the bridge. No one else was alive, and the consoles were still very faint. She also noticed she could no longer take deep breaths; life support must be out. Oh well, to hell with it. We all got to die some time, thought Zita. As she checked her coordinates and tried to decapitate the Katana, the Katana began to move. Zita let out a warcry--something she hadn't done in years--and fired every single weapon on the ship in unison as she tried to complete her mission. She was on an almost painful adrenaline rush. A massive blue beam jumped from beneath the ship, missed by a long shot, and dissipated into space. Zita came off her rush and felt an extreme urge to cry. She probably would have, had the ship not begun to gyroscope out of control. The assault phaser shots caused a brief power blackout and caused the ship to lose structural integrity. The Osiris turned and swivelled and spiralled, her bridge narrowly missing the hulk of a long dead Oberth-class escort.

***

Xeno heard someone wailing “Xenoooooo…!” and assumed it was Hudge trying to wake her up, or push her out of her seat. She finally woke up and blasted the Katana’s impulse engines in reverse. Not a second later, the Osiris thundered by her nose with as much speed as she could muster, weapons blazing in front of her. She would have cleaved the bridge off of the rest of the ship, and taken both of them out. The entire bridge seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Well guess what, bitch? You failed, thought Xeno as she brought the Katana over the Osiris and locked her weapons.
The Katana fired an Alpha Strike at the Osiris. This meant that every weapon aboard the destroyer was now activated and firing as fast as possible. Xeno turned her disruptors into scalpels and tried to cut a way to one of the Yamato’s reactors and blow it up. Kt’Hyla, having learned his lesson about bridge-shots, was doing the same to the weapons systems.

***

“Kt’Hyla! Lock transporters as best you can and bring me Admiral Zita!” cried Hudge. Kt’Hyla nodded, and tapped a few keys as he tried to get a steady lock. Finally, he had it. As he hit the “engage” sequence and brought Zita aboard, Xeno found the reactors she was looking for. With a torpedo bound for the Osiris’s bridge, Xeno stole control of Kt’Hyla’s disruptors and blasted the engineering room. She saw a brilliant cyan light inside the Osiris’s hull amongst the red and green of fire and disruptor shots. She had struck home. A moment later, the Osiris had a hull of fire as the reactors and bridge exploded simultaneously. The resulting explosion and shock wave shook the Katana like a toy boat in a typhoon.
“XENO! GET US OUT OF HERE!” yelled Hudge.
Xeno hissed an answer and, using all four of her arms, brought the ship to bear away from the dying battleship and warped away. As the Katana streaked from the nebula, a small sun bloomed inside the nebula’s core. It turned purple, then pink, then red, then white, then brown, then it disappeared.
“I do believe,” said White Tiger thoughtfully, as if nothing had happened “that that was Ship number 44.”
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 3:52 am

Stardate 3472.0
Location: Orbiting Baker III, Klingon Space
Aboard the Klingon Battlestation EjoyWaw

For the crew of the I.K.S. Katana, the following days were full of feasts, drinking, laughing, and storytelling about how a mosquito had overcome a giant. Hudge was now famous throughout the Empire, and was promoted to Brigadier-General. In fact, the entire crew of the Katana was given a promotion as a reward for their bravery and honor. It was currently being decided if the Klingon Empire should go to war against the Federation for their sending a battleship directly into Klingon space and engaging a Klingon warship, them and forty-three others, but for now, life was good, the gagh was live, the bloodwine cold, and bar-fights bloody. Yep, this is the life of a Klingon, pretty much.
As for Zita? She was brought to trial on Qonos, but out of mockery and hatred for the Federation, she was sentenced to eighty years on Rura Penthe. She died a year later after trying to escape with a changeling. The Federation grieved her loss, as well as the other 1499 lives that perished on the U.S.S. Osiris, but they knew they would suffer many more in the years to come. Open war was upon them, whether they wanted it or not. The following days would be very good days to die.




THE END
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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