Pale Rider

Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2020 @ 1:14am by Fleet Admiral Dominique Jes-Tereth

Mission: Mission 85: My Soul's in Arms, and Eager for the Fray
Location: Somraw Anchorage - Somraw System
Timeline: 0600Hrs - May 16th, 2392

HoD Thitran, the new head of House Wol'ari, was in a right foul mood as his house head who was also his father had recently been killed in battle, not by the Federation but by a house that was supposed to be an ally of his house. House Pir'Up Pa was the offender, in this case, he growled at the young officer who had told him that communications were not presently available. "Get them working again, Now!" he barked in an uncompromising tone of voice.

"Yessir. right away." before the young man scurried away before his superior could murder him or something.

Thitran growled loudly. "Someone get the communications system working. Now!" he roared at the top of his lungs, while he regarded the display on the wall monitor before him, over two hundred ships were gathered here, most of them were from the two houses involved in this dispute. House Pir'Up Pa and House Wol'ari and the people on both sides were not in a good mood with the other side either. One mistake could turn this page of history into a tragedy which could see both sides kill each other here.

Thitran, however, was quickly losing his patience, sooner or later his new enemies would do something stupid and attack, he resolved to destroy them first before they could destroy him.

Meanwhile over on the lead ship of House Pir'Up Pa. General Mak'Tor waited patiently as he regarded the chessboard before him, he also regarded his opponent as he waited for her, to make her move. "Your move T’yrni." he addressed the teenaged Klingon female before him, she was also his daughter

"Do you think they will attack us?" T'yrni inquired.

"I do," Mak'Tor answered quietly. "They will attack when they feel it's to their advantage and not before." he paused. "They are a strong foe but we are a strong house."

The teenaged girl regarded him. "We are only as strong as our enemies. We did cause them grief."

"Yes, though it is curious as to why they have not failed us yet." Mak'Tor mused to himself more than anyone else before he smiled and turned his attention to the board. "It's still, your move daughter."

"Yes," she answered before she selected a piece and moved it one place on the board. "It's back to you." the young Klingon female smiled back at her father.

"Indeed," Mak'Tor responded, suddenly the door to the lounge opened and in walked a young Klingon officer wearing the rank of Lieutenant. "General. The House of Wol'ari has finally hailed us."

Mak'Tor sighed. "Typical," he responded. "Fine. I will deal with them now." and with that, he nodded to his daughter. "Considering you were winning. I concede defeat."

T'yrni blinked, her father never admitted defeat ever, not to her or to anyone else. "Okay.." she paused, clearly unsure of how to respond.

Mak'Tor chuckled in amusement as he enjoyed his daughter's discomfort while he went over tot he large wall monitor, he tapped it once as the face of a rather angry Klingon appeared on the wall. "What do you want?" Mak'Tor inquired

Thitran, who at this point had gone nearly purple with rage, screamed loudly. "I DEMAND TO KNOW WHY YOU HAVE SLAIN MY HOUSE HEAD!. ANWER ME COWARD OR DIE FOR YOUR CRIMES!" the man screamed at the top of his lungs.

Mak'Tor raised an eyebrow. "Your house head attacked one of my ships, I was forced to see him as an enemy and destroy his ship, he offered no explanation and he did not hesitate either. He started this dispute, not I."

"You lie!" Thitran roared. "You dare accuse my house of crimes!" the man added. "I will see you dead!" and with that, the screen went black as Mak'Tor sighed softly. "So. It's going to be like that." the man muttered with finality.

Suddenly the ship shook, the comm system beeped. "General Mak'Tor, you are needed on the bridge."

Mak'Tor turned and hurried out of the lounge and made his way to the ship's bridge, arriving there just moments later. he demanded a report. "Shields are at eighty percent, the other ships in our fleet are holding their own, however, the other house is attacking us with their entire fleet, our smaller ships are engaging now.

"Order all other ships to do the same. House Wol'ari wishes us harm." the massive Klingon dropped into his command chair. "Cut us loose from the station and get us underway," he ordered. "Screen on." as the view of only a black-grey piece of metal with the Klingon Empire's emblem on it was replaced with a view of the battle presently taking place as one ship exploded in a fiery conflagration and then a second and a third joining it in quick succession, the battle seemed to look about even, with neither side having an overall majority over the other.

Mak'Tor turned to his tactical officer. "Get me a tactical display of the battle area," he commented. "Helmsman, plot course three to four, mark one one four and engage at half impulse," he added.

The two officers went to work as Mak'Tor turned his attention to the battle. "Target the two Birds of prey attempting to flank the Vor'kang. Open fire on them. Shoot to kill." he ordered.

The Two birds of prey suddenly found themselves being shot at by a Klingon Heavy Cruiser, one of them exploded and the other lost its starboard wing to the weapons fire before it too, exploded as Mak'Tor's ship passed their locations, firing on other targets from House Wol'ari.

The two sides continued shooting at each other before the leader of House Wol'ari screamed something incoherent over the com system. "I will find you and all your murderous kin. I will not rest until every single one of you, lies dead beneath my feet." and with that a third of the Klingon ships present, all turned and disengaged all at once, before the force disappeared into warp.

Mak'Tor regarded the display, a third of his own fleet had been destroyed and another third had been damaged to various degrees. "Contact the Breg'tak. I wish to speak with her commander."

Mak'Tor regarded his eldest son, Vorag as his face appeared. "Father." he greeted Mak'Tor. "Well that was glorious but short." he quipped.

"Indeed. I wish to know why that fight just took place. I need more details on the events in question. I charge you with finding out why House Wol'ari wants to kill us all?"

"Yes, father. I will take four birds of prey and go at once. When do you wish us back by?"

"Not before you find out what happened and why" Mak'Tor commented. "I wish you good fortune, my son. Go now."

"I will depart as soon as I have my ships ready father."

"Good. Screen off." and with that, the starfield returned, leaving Mak'Tor in a foul mood.