IKS Va'Kang

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Commander Azet of House Kortach entered the combat ready room, and her sharp light brown eyes immediately fixated on her commanding officer. The first officer of the Imperial Klingon Ship Va’Kang wore the typical metal and leather uniform black and grays of the Klingon Defense force, and her black mane of hair was done in the latest style of Klingon dreadlocks. She held a data storage spike in one black gauntleted hand. Her forehead crest was prominent, and the raised ridge pattern spoke of a past royal bloodline.

 

The passion of a warrior burned deep within her eyes, but she offset her generally feral look with a small smile of greeting. “Hod B’Qar, I bring news of our assignment.”

 

The House Head of Kerla offered a fanged smile to his first officer. “Good Azet. What is the state of the crew?” Like his officer, he wore the same leather and metal uniform tunic and pants, as well as boots and gauntlets. The only difference between the two commanding officers was that his shoulders where adorned with a long charcoal black floor length coat vest that denoted his rank as ships captain and was also adorned with his various medals and metallic achievements of merit. His own crest was not as prominent as Azet's, but the smoother ridge pattern could still be recognized as the well established Kerla bloodline.

 

“They are impatient and are anxious to enter new conquests into our Battle Record … as am I. Although, I am not very sure about a conquest, as we will be babysitting a Starfleet ship.”

 

B’Qar chuckled. “That ship we will be babysitting has indeed earned their battle record Commander. I’d say both the Va’Kang and the A-gin-Kort are on equal footing when it comes to stripes earned in our battles.”

 

The gray haired ships captain motioned for the spike, at which point his first officer chucked it through the air toward him. The elder Klingon easily intercepted the data spike and plucked it from the air as it whizzed towards him. He inserted the small rectangular device into the computer terminal set on his desktop and proceeded to visually scan the mission and background information that had been sent from Klingon Imperial Command.

 

Azet casually leaned a hip against his desk and spoke as he read. “I find this all highly amusing. One hundred years ago, Imperial Command would never have sent a ship of the warship line to assist a ship of the Federation fleet, let alone be given access to this sort of intelligence.”

 

B’Qar grunted as he read, not taking his sharp gray eyes from the terminal console screen in front of him. “The Khitomer Accords changed much about the galactic landscape those years ago.”

 

“I assume that sending the Va’Kang, the ship captained by the descendant of one who attended the Federation and Klingon peace talks, is no coincidence. It would seem that Imperial Intelligence has done – how do the Earthers say it? – their homework. At least, I gather that II has some stake in this mission as well.”

 

Hod B’Qar hocked and spat a wad of phlegm down onto the dark steel deck plating at the mention of Imperial Intelligence. “Those shadow wraiths love this sort of skullduggery and game play. Yes, this assignment is at it’s core a mission of aid proposed by High Command, but make no mistake; the II wraiths are also watching from the shadows that they so love to skulk in, to see how these new events unfold. Besides, if B’Qar, son of Kerla, was not available, Command would have merely gone down the bloodlines and found another descendant of a Khitomer attendee to send to the Federation quadrant for this mission of aid.”

 

Azet nodded her understanding. “This mission of assistance will no doubt be considered a parallel to the Praxis and Khitomer events – the Klingon Empire is now offering our assistance to the Federation just as assistance was offered by the Federation to our empire following the destruction of the Praxis moon.”

 

B’Qar raised an inquisitive eyebrow and grunted at a section of the data that now lit his monitor screen. “Our destination is Vorana Six. Apparently, the Soltan invaded a research facility on this moon to abduct a Doctor Ktorem Senok, the vaunted subspace researcher. The A-gin-Kort conducted the initial after action investigation at the base. It would seem the intent now is to revisit the area to gather even more intelligence.””

 

The Klingon female first officer offered a snort in response before speaking. “It would seem that this crew cannot get away from the Soltan. Their paths are intertwined.”

 

“Indeed. Speaking of which, what of the crew?” A finger jabbed at the monitor control padd and he scrolled the device to the necessary section containing the crew biographies.

 

Commander Azet carried on the monologue while B’Qar perused the data. “There has been the recent changeover expected after a long mission and subsequent battle duty, as you would expect, Captain; replacement crew, departing crew, and a new executive officer. The commander of the vessel is one Colonel Charlotte Elizabeth Harper, of the Federation Marine forces. She may have a soft name, but her profile does not read as one who has a thin skin. The colonel has much command experience and practical combat experience.”

 

“Excellent! Marines are known to understand what it means to be a warrior. Perhaps this mission will not be as painful as we fear it will be.”

 

“The department heads, bridge personnel, and marine contingent personnel are typical of those who serve on the exploratory warships of the Federation fleet. Diversified, competent, and we would do well not to underestimate them. The new executive officer however is former security, lacks upper command level experience, and is young. She is also a beast.”

 

“A beast? So you are saying she is unattractive?”

 

“Apologies, my Hod. I meant that she is a beast.”

 

Thoroughly confused now, Captain B’Qar scrolled to the officer in question. “Ah! Caitian. Now I see. Interesting … typically the feline beasts stay to the non-command operations or communications divisions … ”

 

“Remember your own advice to me my Hod. Do not take the typical path as that road will be watched by the sniper?”

 

B’Qar finished his study of the data and terminated the program, popping the data spike from the interface holder. With his gray eyes alight with enthusiasm and a wide grin plastered across his craggy features, he turned to face his first officer. “Oh, I am of the opinion that this babysitting mission will not be typical, Commander, and this crew of the A-gin-Kort is not typical as well. And, I am sure the galaxy at large has not seen the end of those cowardly toDSaH Soltans as well. Regardless, I look forward to testing this Fleeter crew. Have the Helm bekk set course, 22.1 point 5, warp four. We move out immediately.”

 

Commander Azet’s own grin matched that of her captains. “Aye captain. Qapla and we go to the hunt!”

 

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Klingon Terms:

Bekk – Enlisted Soldier

Hod – Captain

toDSah – general derogatory term