Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Shape of Things to Come

Stardate: 64327.49

In his ready room, Commodore Kor'Tar finshed the last of the reports from the fleet of captains under his command and from his own department heads . He reached for the cup of Raktigeno which went cold a long time ago, and poured out the contents of the cup in the sink in his private head, then he sat back down behind the desk and poured himself a steaming hot cup of the Klingon Coffee. He took a wiff of the strong aroma as the heat of the coffee warmed his hands, he took a sip, allowing the coffee to sear his lips, tounge, and throat on the way down, warming his innards from the assault of the ships cold enviroment controls. He stood from his chair and stepped closer to the floor length window of his ready room, watching the stars streaking past, losing himself in the thoughts of their current mission, went his train of throught was broken by a comm signal.

"Commodore, we are less than 2 minutes away from the Briar Patch." Commander O'Dell reported from the bridge.

Kor'Tar finished his mug of Raktageno and set the empty mug on his desk. He headed out to the bridge and sat down in his chair, "Bring us out of warp Lt. Mendez, and take us to one third impulse power." Kor'Tar ordered.

Rosa keyed the commands into her helm console "Aye sir, we have dropped out of warp and are now at one third impulse power. We have arrived at the edge of the Briar Patch, sir." She reported in her thick Brooklyn accent.

"Onscreen." Kor'Tar ordered.

The viewsceen shifted to show the opening of the cloud , the swirling matter and remains of supernovae filled the viewscreen with their fluxuating brown and orange hues.

"I'm reading false vacuum fluctuations, metaphasic radition readings are off the scale, nasty place to be holding a rendavous." Commander O'Dell said after reffering to the readings on his side console.

"General Worf is familar with the area, and he decided it would be a good place to start." Kor'Tar replied to Billy.

"Sir, I am reading General Worf's fleet coming into the Briar Patch to our aft, we are receiving a coded message from the lead ship." Lt. Lisa Terrell reported.

"Onscreen" Kor'Tar ordered.

The image of the undulating gases was soon replaced with that of General Worf and Chancellor Martok.

"Commodore Kor'Tar, The Chancellor and I require an audiance with you, and your mate Terla. Permission to beam aboard?", The General asked.

"Granted, sir." Kor'Tar replied.

Kor'tar raised from his chair and he began walking to the turbolift doors with Terla, "You have the bridge, Number One."

Kor'Tar and Terla arrived in the Kahless transporter room , Cheif George Sulu worked on his console, "Recieving the patterns of the General and Chancellor now, sir!" he reported.

"Energize!" Kor'Tar commanded.

The two forward transporter pads illuminated with the sparkling sillouttes of the two Klingons finally materializing them seconds later.

Kor'Tar and Terla both pounded their chests in traditional Klingon salute at the Chancellor, "Welcome aboard Chancellor, General. If you'll come with me, I'll show you the breifing room."

Martok and Worf stepped down from the Transporter pad and went with Kor'Tar and Terla to the briefing room, Chancellor Martok removed his medal filled cloak of office and hung over one of the chairs around the lit table and gazed for a long moment at the painting of Kahless which hung on the wall, then turned back enraged. "These P'TaQ's are twisting Kahless' own words for their own dishonorable ends!" he exclaimed.

"I beg your pardon?" Kor'Tar asked at the outburst.

General Worf sat down at the table across from Kor'Tar and Terla, "He refers to Kahless' statement that We are Klingons , needing no one but ourselves. General Koraga and his followers, believe that in order for the empire to thrive once more, they must revert to the old ways, of conquering , killing the weak innocents and breakiing all peacfull ties with all allied powers. I tell you , he has no honor!" Worf said with anger rising in his voice.

Chancellor Martok looked at Kor'Tar and handed him a Klingon PADD, "14 houses have disbanded from the Empire with a total of 68 starships at their command. We need to infiltrate their ranks, which is why I called you here Terla, I am assigning you to an undercover mission as the member of a defecting house. If you are accepted into their ranks, you will feed us with their fleet movements, warrior numbers, and bases of operation." Martok said.

Terla nodded, "I understand. How will I be implanted amongst these traitorus Ha'DIbaH?" She asked spitting her words out with a growl.

Worf handed her a PADD "On Qo'NoS in the First City there is a bar called Targ Ho"oy. Intellgence sources claim this is a bar frequented by the followers, and a place they seek out new recruits. It is imperitive that you and the crew under you make no mention of your past, you will be going under an alias, that of Lomek, and your ridges will be altered, so no one you may run into who is familar will recognize you." He expalined.

"If she is discovered..." Kor'Tar interrupted.

"Then I hope she dies well!" Martok said.

Kor'Tar waited and paced in his ready room as Dr. Binion preformed his alterations on Terla , while flashbacks of losing his past two mates swirled through his mind.

It is for the good of the Empire. She is a capable warrior. , he kept telling himself, but still the nagging ghosts of the past kept clawing their way to the surface.

"Commodore, Terla is out of surgery if you want to come to sickbay." Marcus said over the intercom.

Kor'Tar stroked his goatee and took a deep breath, "I'm on my way." he said with the slightest bit of apprehension.

Kor'Tar walked into sickbay and saw Terla sitting in a chair in the center of the room with her back to him holding a mirror, and looking at her new ridges, while her fingers poked at the new formations. She heard him come in and she put the mirror down on the biobed beside her and turned around.

Kor'Tar's mouth dropped in awe, "Marcus, it is as if my mate is a complete stranger, well done!"

Marcus shook his head, "Just another day on the job, but it is one of the more interesting proceedures, beyond curing ailments and injuries."

Terla picked up the mirror and looked at her new ridges once more, "You will be able to restore my original brow when I come back, won't you?" She asked as she touched her new forehead again.

Marcus picked up a PADD and shook it in the air triumphantly, "I took the liberty to scan your ridge's original configuration into a file, when you come back, it'll be no problem to restore you back to your orignal look."

"Good! I must go and pack!" Terla said standing from the chair and walking toward the door, with Kor'Tar walked by her side.

"So, are you looking foreward to your mission?" Kor'Tar asked Terla attempting to make small talk.

"Yes, I want nothing more than to bring down these P'TaQ! Isn't that what you want?" she asked.

"Yes...I am just concerned." Kor'Tar said as they arrived at the door of their quarters.

They walked inside, Terla headed to the closet and pressed a button causing the doors to slide back, she took out her duffel back and began packing her uniforms and other outfits into it.

"What about it concerns you specifically?" she inquired as she her uniforms off the hangers and folded them.

"I have spoken to you about my past mates before , Lt. Molly Duer, and Captain Melota, both were killed in action." He said with a sigh.

"Yes, I am aware of that..." she said then paused, she walked over to Kor'Tar, taking his face in her hands, "You fear for my safety. You must realize, if I am killed it will be in the glory of battle which will send my soul to Sto Vo Kor."

"Yes, I realize that, just try not to get yourself killed, I've already lost two mates that way, and I don't want to lose another." he said kissing her.

"Do you not have faith in my abilities?" she said with a mocking chuckle .

Kor'Tar chuckled at this himself, "You need have no doubt in my faith of your prowess as a warrior." he said.

Kor'Tar got serious, "When you get back, you and I should marry and make our union official"

Terla smiled at this "You have just given me even more of a reason to survive!" she said before kissing him again.

The comm beeped, "Terla, the General and Chancellor are ready to leave, they are just waiting on you." Commander O'Dell reported.

"Aknowledged!" she replied.

She kissed Kor'Tar agian, "I've got to go." she said.

Kor'Tar returned her kiss, "Try not to get yourself killed"

"I'll do my very best to, try not to miss me too much!" she said as she left .

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