"Moro-Gotu's Legacy"

[Cptn Elias Moore 0]

Grand Vizier Moro-Gotu stood on the very spot where, 370 years in the future, would lie a Starfleet officer rendered unconscious by a concussive energy bolt. Towering above him was the finished result of the exquisite craftmanship of his personal retinue of munition engineers. Such delicate care had been taken in the weapon's construction, for it was to serve a most noble purpose. It was a thing of beauty, and its purpose was something to be respected, but as the Vizier gazed upon it, a frown was etched on his face. This weapon was the nerve center of an extensive tomb occupied by some of the greatest warriors his House had ever known.

 

Moro-Gotu turned to his aide, standing, as always, just over a foot behind him and to the side. "Why must this site be here? Why must these brave men and women be put to rest so far from our home?"

 

"You know very well, Excellency." The aide replied. "The secrets of our genetic research can never fall into the hands of accursed House Bo-Fang. It is easy to extract our fallen warriors from a battlefield. But resting beneath our great cities, how could they be protected from the hand of the Bo-Fang that creeps all about us, unseen among great masses of our people? Here, they have their own planet. And this planet shall be well defended."

 

"How long will the defenses last?" The Vizier asked.

 

"The scanners will monitor the star system for some time. Their range will degrade in time, mostly due to the interference of the dampeners. The weapons will not charge or acquire targets as quickly. All the devices will wear down, as devices do. But when such times come..." The aide sighed deeply. "We will have won the war, will we not, Excellency? The Bo-Fang will be no more. The exalted ones here ensured this."

 

The Vizier's frown deepened as he looked up at the nozzle of the energy weapon. "Let us pray that they have."

 

A scientist emerged from one of the adjoining passages and stood at attention before Moro-Gotu's aide. "I have come to report, Sir, that programming is completed on the warning system. The projection will warn away ships that approach the planet, anyone who comes down to this site, and anyone who enters the complex."

 

"And we will be contacted?" The aide asked.

 

"After the second warning, a message will be relayed to the homeworld."

 

The aide did not reply, as a transmission was being sent to his earpiece. "The Bo-Fang have launched an attack in the Trifi-Sca system, Excellency. We must return to the ship. I will instruct the rest of the staff to proceed off planet."

 

Moro-Gotu nodded as his aide stepped back to contact their staff. Quietly, he repeated to himself, "Let us pray that they have. Let us pray that this terrible risk we have taken will not offend the gods, but will finally bring an end to the war..."