Klingon Chat

[Col. C.E. Harper 0]

Crewman Mace Pharon, one of the Security officers from Team Jackal who was putting in some training time on the main bridge Tactical console, turned and nodded to the Colonel and the Commander once a secure signal had been established with the Klingon patrol ship the IKS VaKang. "Sirs, communication transmission on view screen now."

 

The formidable visage of Captain B'Qar appeared in all his silver haired Klingon glory on the main view screen of the Agincourt’s control center, with his First Officer, Azet, standing next to his command chair in a relaxed parade rest. B'Qars deep resonating voice came over the ship to ship wireless signal, "Colonel Harper, welcome back to Vorana Six space. We kept a candle in the window for you so to speak."

 

"Thank you, Captain," Harper said, nodding slightly to him. "All quiet in our absence?"

 

The Klingon commander nodded his affirmation. "Yes. We have had two teams down on the surface of the planet, but so far have not turned up any new evidence or any data to shed some more light on what has been found previously. And, of course, the sector itself has been quiet."

 

"Good," she said, allowing a slight smile to cross her face. "We can all use some quiet. No evidence, though? Will you send your results to my science team?"

 

"As soon as my science officers have the data properly encrypted, they will transfer the information to your sciences team."

 

"Thank you, Captain." She thought for a moment. "We have several options for our next stop," she said at last.

 

B'Qar quirked a swarthy silver brow and gave a half smile. "We are more then willing to continue to "tag along" with you for the next patrol cycle."

 

Commander Azet chose that moment to dive into the conversation with her own opinion on the matter. "Yes. You need experience to counter balance the younger warriors and members of your crew who are less experienced." Her smile was teasing, but on a Klingon warrior, it looked downright feral; her gaze was directed at the feline.

 

JoNs, who had been standing quietly - thank you very much - and merely observing the conversation, gave an annoyed little growl at the conversational jab and took a step forward.

"Commander Azet. It's a wonder that you are not a diplomat. Oh wait - that explains it."

 

Harper's eyes met B'Qar's and they shared an understanding look.

 

"In any event," Harper said over the bickering execs, "I see the primary choice before us as being Melkas III or..." She glanced down at some notes on the arm of her command chair. "Tervan Four. The largest or the most recent attack."

 

The elder Klingon commander appreciated that the younger Human marine officer had a tactical grasp of the post Soltan attack investigative options. It was always much easier to work with someone who had an understanding of the proper investigative procedures. "I say let us make haste for Tervan. As the largest compromised site of within the Soltan attack vectors, we are sure to find exactly what we are looking for evidence wise."

 

Kansas had moved back toward the tactical console, and entered a few commands into the main control board. "Grid overlay of Tervan on main viewer, the shared tactical signal is between the two ships, so we can all see the real time image."

 

A lilting voice carried over the wireless communications feed. "The Cat can work the console. Impressive."

 

A low answering growl of displeasure carried across the Agincourt’s bridge, but Kansas made no further comment. In the meantime, the tactical grid overlay showing the specifications of the Tervan site showed on the main viewer next to the image coming from the VaKang.

 

"Our primary scan area should be the southern continent, it looks like," Harper said, studying the image. "Did we get any records or the Soltan's entry point or approach vector?"

 

JoNs, easily falling into tactical techno babble speak - and oddly feeling a pang of homesickness at not being able to just be a security or tactical officer anymore - pounced the conversation ball and ran with it at that point. "The details are a bit sketchy, but for right now we can confirm that the approach vector was from the southern continent side. I'm sure if the tactical officers on the VaKang ran an extrapolation program as well, they could confirm that theory."

 

Commander Azet spoke up as well, adding her input to the impromptu command planning session. "Aye, our tactical sources and programs can confirm Commander JoNs's report as well." She spoke to both Harper and B'Qar with that statement, treating both of the ships commanders as her two commanding officers.

 

"All right," Harper said decisively, "then after we finish at Vorana we'll head to Tervan. Ground teams will explore the southern damage sites, while the ships retrace the Soltan vector."

 

Kansas quirked an ear back and glanced at Harper, making sure that her CO was done before speaking. The golden feline turned her attention back to the two commanding Klingons across the data feed. "Our ground teams will consist of Security and Marines for protection, and Sciences and Engineering to help with blanketing the target areas for information. Medical teams will also be on standby."

 

Azet likewise glanced to her commanding officer before replying. "Indeed; I will draw up a landing party roster as well, along the same parameters."

 

JoNs was thankful that Azet was at least being civil, but her tail was still switching behind her with some animosity toward the Klingon executive officer.

 

Captain B'Qar shot another knowing look over the communications feed at Colonel Harper.

 

Harper repressed a smile. "It's agreed then. I don't think finishing at Vorana will take very long, if you haven't uncovered anything."

 

B'Qar shook his head in a negatory gesture. "If we were meant to find anything more, other then the data we do already have along with the common knowledge regarding the kidnapping of Doctor Senok and the ransacking of his subspace research within the planetary lab, then it would have, uh, popped out by now? I believe that is how you Humans say this? We will need to turn our attention to the other Soltan attack sites to further gather what evidence and data that we need."

"Very well, we'll do a quick wrap-up here and push on."

 

B'Qar laughed, and the sound was boisterous, full of pride, and energizing. "I look forward to working with you Colonel Harper. But, I do have some advice. That is, if you do not mind advice from an old Targ such as myself?"

 

"Not at all, Captain." She smiled somewhat wryly.

 

"The Agincourt, you, your young furred Commander over there, and your crew and department leads are very much in the center of a maelstrom. You survived the Perseus Arm. You are the leading tactical source and witnesses regarding the Soltan threat. Unfortunately, you will also attract the wrong type of attention during this time of rebuilding and sector wide backlash - such as the saboteur you recently dealt with. Know that the VaKang crew has your back, we honor you, and we are pleased to fight by your side during this time of uncertainty."

 

Taken aback slightly, she just nodded cautiously. "Ah -- thank you, Captain." I think.

 

Kansas merely looked back and forth from the two commanding Klingons and her own commander with a happy smile on her muzzle and her animated tail swishing happily rather then out of annoyance. Azet, thanks to a bit more experience, was able to school her executive officer features into a more mature look of anticipation.

 

Captain B'Qar nodded once, a decisive gesture. "Very well Colonel Harper. We will start making our tactical preparations immediately, and open any and all information lines between the two crews. In addition, if you need any engineering expertise or that sort to help with your continued repairs, do not hesitate to contact our chief engineer."

 

"Thank you, Captain B'Qar," Harper replied. "We'll see you shortly, then. Agincourt out.”