Rough Beasts of Empire

Posted on Thu Jun 24th, 2021 @ 6:48am by Aiden Torel & Brigadier General Krann, Son of Magh'tor

Mission: Mission 110: Blue on Blue
Location: Various Locations - USS Stalingrad
Timeline: 1330Hrs - October 23rd, 2393

On the bridge of the USS Queen Mary, was seated the man behind its drama that was presently unfolding the in the skies above the planet and down on the surface of said planet. Captain Aiden Torel smiled malevolently as he regarded the sensor display. His first officer was planetside leading the strike teams as they subjugated the Klingon colony, Michael Riggs needed slaves so he could build his new nation-state and the colonists below would serve one way or another. He was not interested in if they would serve as he had plenty of tools to ensure compliance and obedience. "Status?" he asked.

"The colony is now almost completely subjugated. The strike team reports they are mopping up the last pockets now..." came the response from his tactical officer. Many of the crew of the USS Queen Mary were die-hard recruits of Admiral Riggs's vision for a new Federation, one made up of humans, making their great destiny but the presence of the Stalingrad had angered him, as he had used all of his weapons in an assault designed to drive her away rather than outright cripple her. "What's the status of the Stalingrad?"

"She is repairing her armor plating." The Operations chief answered. "She should be back to a hundred percent within the hour..." he added with a soft grin. "May I speak my thoughts?"

"Proceed," Torel answered quietly.

"We could eliminate her... or we can board and take her..."

"No. We will deal with Stalingrad later... She's not a mission directive at present... She is here because of the distress call from the colony." Torel commented with a soft growl in the back of his throat. "You were supposed to prevent that from taking place... Now she is here and now we have to deal with her." he indicated the largest moon on the tactical display. "Very well, once the strike team is back aboard... We will go track down the Stalingrad and deal with them once and for all." he turned his head, he growled at his tactical officer, a striking young human woman. "Make all our weapons ready... I want to kill her... No half measures. I want Marie Yamaguchi in front of me when I kill her ship..." he growled.

The young woman in question knew of where he was speaking from, he wanted to rape her while her ship was demolished in front of her, she knew that her career in starfleet was toast with this action, and she was going to be spending the rest of her life in a military facility. "Yessir," she answered quickly as she turned and went about performing the needed checks on the USS Queen Mary's weapons.

The doors to the turbolift opened. One of the younger officers emerged before moving speedily to where Aiden Torel was sitting. "I just received word from the strike team."

Torel looked surprised. "Good news, Lieutenant?" he inquired.

"Very good sir." the man answered. "They've captured the colony, the leader Tedran and one of his aides. They're heading back to the Queen Mary now with their prisoners..."

Torel rose to his feet. "Very well, let's go inspect our prizes..." as he walked off of the bridge, he turned at the last second. "Commander Rayleigh, the bridge... is yours." and with that, he withdrew into the turbolift.

The doors opened a minute or so later as Torel move down the hallway and turned to the right to find several dozen Klingons behind herded along the hallway towards the newly created processing facility. The last to emerge was an elegant looking Klingon female and the leader, Tedran.

Torel indicated the aide. "Who's that?"

"That's Tedran's aide..."

"Bring her to my quarters... I wish to interrogate her myself." Torel smiled, he wanted her afraid before he removed her clothing and then he would rape her, everyone assembled knew it.

The two officers nodded and went about performing that very task. Torel turned to his first officer. "Head up to the bridge... Take a security detail with you and have Commander Rayleigh arrested for treason. Take him to the brig and have him confined there, I will attend to his punishment myself."

Commander Moran knew that Rayleigh was doomed, he did not give voice to his own thoughts. "Aye Captain." and with that Torel watched as four security troopers hauled the aide from the lineup before walking her down the hallway, they reached their destination shortly as she found herself facing Aiden Torel. The man who had conquered her home and her people, Otrollo knew she would face no mercy from this man as she stood before him.

Torel regarded this fine specimen of Klingon femalehood standing before him, he knew that this woman would not beg for her life. So he decided to tell her what he wanted from her. "My purpose for being here is simple. I require the resources from your colony and I require you to give them to me, willingly."

Otrollo was not a fool, she knew that she didn't have the final say on the matter. "Why do you wish the resources of my world?" she asked, "you already have taken my people as slaves... Who would have thought that some in the Federation could sacrifice all for... What, exactly?"

Torel backhanded her across the face. "I do not answer to you, woman... Either you will give me what I demand... Or-"

"No," Otrollo answered softly. "I will not give you what you demand... So go ahead, strip me nude, and then rape me... But before you do... Know that I will kill you for the affront after I finish with you." as she gave him a look that spoke many bad things. "You are a fool."

Torel swung his fist at Otrollo a second time, but this time she caught his fist and with a little work, she was able to deflect his blow into midair before she went for him, a dark gleaming smile indicated that Otrollo was ready for his antics and was now ready to fight for it. The handsome Klingon female ducked his blow before she smashed her elbow into his face, causing it to buckle under the force of her blow as Otrollo knew she had destroyed his nose.

"You caa' win..." Torel answered. "You wown't ge't ten feet past those doors... Uunless I wiss it... and i-" The sounds of his speech were slurred with his broken nose as he moved on her, he grabbed the Klingon woman and shoved her backward, except this wasn't another Alex Harrison, who had been a lot smaller then he was, he had enjoyed pinning her and taking her whenever it pleased him, he suspected this Klingon would be a challenge. Otrollo grinned. "Please, you aren't good at fighting... Getting your way, yes... but fighting, no..."

Torel felt her grasp the area of his neck where it joined his shoulder, as he felt a sudden surge of pain before he dropped to the deck. Otrollo then set about making her escape.