Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Going Strong

Stardate: 64330.22



Location: Qo'Nos, The First City



Terla walked through the many passages and walkways to the lower sections of the city when her eyes spied Targ Ho"oy with the letters on the front of the dark building flashing in red neon, in traditional Klingon script. The sound of the noise of the ruckus inside poured in from the doors. Klingons drinking, singing, fighting, and generally being much too loud for the ears of anyone but fellow Klingons. Terla walked inside the dark, smokey establishment, and found an empty seat at the bar and sat down. A heavyset Klingon bartender approached her as he polished a goblet with a dirty rag.



"What do you want to drink?" He asked.



"Blood Wine." she replied.



He took the goblet which he had been polishing and set it before her, it was filthy still, both inside and out, and he filled it to the brim with the Blood Wine. Terla picked up the goblet and downed about half of it, "Leave the bottle." she told him.



He set it down on the bar and went on to the next customer.



Terla continued drinking the Blood Wine when she felt a hand on her butt, she swallowed what was left of the blood wine in her mouth and turned around slowly, to see a highly intoxicated Klingon, "You have the the look of a woman looking for a good time, why don't you come back to my place and a good time we both shall have." he slurred as he moved his hand from her butt to her left breast and squeezed it.



Terla grabbed the male's hand and pinched the pressure point sending the man into agony, she twisted his arm behin his back, and she drew her dk'tagh from her belt and held it to his throat.



"The best thing you can do as of right now, is to head back to your home , while you are still able to walk!" she growled into his ear before slamming his head against the bar, knocking him out cold on the floor. She spat upon him, "P'TaQ!", and grabbed her goblet, finishing what was in her cup. She picked up the bottle and moved to a spot further down the bar, as two Klingon bouncers picked up the drunken Klingon and dragged him out the door, depositing him onto the cold wet street.



Terla watched amused , but showed no outer sign of it as she poured herself more wine in her goblet .



A Klingon male appraoched her who seemed to have his wits about him. "I feel I must congradulate you for the way you dispatched that lowly dog!"



Terla nodded, "After the week I had, I have no time for targshit!" she said as she took another sip from her cup.



"What happened?" the stranger asked.



"My house has been tossed from the High Council for not going with their constant peace overtures with the Empire's suppossed allies. I tell you, my house was once a proud house, over a century ago, we had clout, power, but now the Empire is run by burrucrats who have a new definition of honor to fit their beliefs of this century. They are all weak incompetent fools if you ask me!" Terla said adding anger to her voice so she would be more believed.



"Those are bold statements to be made by anyone in public...I'm sorry in all the haste I never caught your name." The Klingon male replied.



"Lomek, House of Dengar the dishonored" She stated over her goblet as she downed what remained of it's contents before pouring herself another glass, emptying the bottle. "What is yours?" she asked as she sipped from the goblet.



"Renkel, House of Meltzer the dishonored. You are among friends here, come I would like to introduce you to someone!" Renkel said.



Terla finished the contents of her goblet, "I would be honored. Show the way!" she replied with a false glee as she fought back the bile rising in her thoat.



Renkel led her through the bar to a back office which had two large doors closing it off from the noise of the bar. Renkel pressed the door chime.



"Enter!" came the answer from inside. The doors slid apart with a whine of metal scraping against metal. Terla and Renkel stepped inside the small office. Inside was a small metal desk which was topped by deck plating which was riddled with holes, behind the desk was an aged graying warrior, former General Koraga he was studying his desktop computer console , and switched it off.



"Renkel, welcome brother!" he smiled a toothy grin.



"I see you have brought a guest!" he said with a smile.



"I am General..." he began.



"Koraga, songs are still sung about your many victories!" Terla said with mock admiration.



"Are they? Since my house was disbanded from the High Council, I thought all 'honorable' warriors were suppossed to treat me as if I never exsisted. Including the songs of my honorable deeds." he said eyeing her with skeptisim.



Terla smiled, "A warrior like you cannot be brushed away like yesterday's refuse. I still sing the songs of your battles, no matter what the high council may think." She said stroking his ego as best as she could manage.



Koraga smiled at this then his face got stone cold serious, "Tell me the story of your house, and how the current goverment has mistreated it."



Terla relayed the tale which she had been practicing on the voyage to Qo'NoS. After she was through relating the tale, Koraga was silent for a moment.



"Another family, dishonored from the misdeeds of the High Council. Tell me Lomek, would you like to not only have your house's name of honor restored, but also regain your seat on the high council?" He asked .



He bought it! Terla triumphantly thought to herself.



"I would like nothing more than that!" She said.



"What if I told you, that if you follow me, you can have all you lost back?" Koraga asked her.



"I would be very interested, what must I do?" Terla asked.



"You will take command of a Bird of Prey, and with the help of my fleet over throw the current High Council, defeat Chancellor Martok , General Worf, and the Federation lap dog Commodore Kor'Tar." He said.



Hearing her mate's name escape the lips of Koraga, sent a surge of rage through Terla, she wanted to rip his throat out and wear it on her belt, but she pushed the urge to kill down into the pit of her stomach .



"They are as good as dead!" she said with a toothy sneer.



"I feel you will be an assest to our fleet Lomek!" Koraga said with pride.



"Renkel, show Captain Lomek to her new command at hanger 22!"



"Yes Milord! This way Lomek!" Renkel opened the door.



They both exited from the office and out the backdoor of the bar, which the large hangar resided. Over 3 stories tall, and nearly a kilometer wide. Renkel took a controller from his belt and hit a button, causing the large door to raise, light poured into the dark hanger, showing many Bird's of Prey in various states of repair and disrepair with matince workers and engineers working furiously on them like warrior ants scrambling after a child kicked the mound of dirt.



Renkel led her through the hangar to the ramp of a Bird of Prey which the workers were putting the finshing touches on with their plasma welding torches. Renkel led her up the ramp, "Welcome aboard the Nunan, she has served the empire for nearly ninety years, until her commander was disbanded from the empire that is." He slapped one of the consoles which respond with a metal clunk sound.



"She is a solid ship, and has a solid crew of 12 warriors, and you are a solid warrior who will lead them into victory or Sto Vo Kor, of course that will be your affair!" Koraga said slapping her on the shoulder.



Terla went to the large captain's chair and sat down, "Victory or death is the vow I take!" she said as the tested out the disruptor's gunsight viewer which dropped from the cieling and over her shoulders , she pressed the same button and sent it back to where it came.



"Good, see that you make good on your vow, for if you should be captured in dishonor, if any of our warriors find you, you be killed on sight! The Nunan has about another 12 hours before she will be ready to take off, that will give you time to gather your belongings and have them transported aboard." Koraga said before leaving.



Terla made her way to her cabin, seeing her luggage had just arrived. She locked the door and sat upon thecold metal shelf of a bed, and reached into her gauntlet at the end of her glove and pulled out a small transponder and plugged it into the side of her desktop computer consoles, which scrambled her outgoing signal to match that of subspace interferreance.





Kor'Tar paced the bridge of the Kahless as it orbited cloaked around Qo'NoS. He didn't like playing...as Doctor Binion had so eloquintly put it, "the waiting game".



He walked over to Lt.Cmdr. Lisa Terrell's ops console when it began beeping, she keyed the controls, "Sir, text message from Terla. She has infiltrated Koraga's rank successfully, and has been assigned to the Klingon Bird of Prey Nunan. She has sent the identifing codes of her ship."



Kor'Tar smiled, "Good, transfer the codes to Lt. S'Vinn's tactical console."



"S'Vinn! If we should encounter her ship in the upcoming battles..." Kor'Tar began.



"Damage, but do not destroy! Aye sir!" The Andorian security officer replied.



Kor'Tar sat down in the Captain's chair, "Helm, set a course to rendavous with the fleet, warp 9!"



Rosa Mendez hit the controls with a quickness, "Aye sir, course layed in!"



"Execute!" Kor'Tar ordered.



The Kahless lept to warp in the darkness.

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