Departmental Duels

[Laehval tTemarr 0]

(Precursor to "Security, One Big Happy Family"  &  "Playing in the Armory")

 

Departmental Duels

(aka The Demise of the Invading Klingon Scum)

 

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A quintuple-jointed log from:

El’Arrain t’Temarr, Ne’Arrain t’Aehjae

Ne’Arrain t’Bat’ok, Ne’Arrain tr’N’dak, & Erein tr’Nemesis

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   “tr’N’dak!”  The Security Chief’s voice rang out across Engineering as she strode into the room.

 

   The Ne’Arrain froze where he stood, his smirk dropping slightly as he turned to face Shibae t’Aehjae.  He didn’t like her tone, and it didn’t help that he was still wearing the medical gown that exposed his entire backside to the world.  “IE?!”

 

   Pausing in mid-sentence, Laehval turned her attention toward the very angry female, one brow lifting in query.  “Something I could do for au, Daise?”

 

   “Excuse us for a moment,” shaking her head at the Chief Engineer.  Her scathing gaze flickering back to Destorie tr’N’dak, she drew him slightly away from the two Engineers.

 

   Lips twitching in amusement at Shibae’s tone (knowing that Destorie was in very deep trouble), she turned back to R’Tor who was still seated at her console.  Motioning to the display, she dropped her voice slightly to give the Security members a small amount of privacy.

 

   “Check the database for any short range weapons that can be modified to include race specific data.  I think that option might prove the most viable, though we still need to discuss other possibilities with the D’heno officers.”

 

   “Ie, Rekkhai.”  R’Tor t’Bat’ok sat up a bit straighter in her chair and accessed her console for the requested information, throwing a glance now and then to the security members who were still speaking in heated tones.

 

   “Ne’Arrain tr’N’Dak!  What is the meaning of leaving the medbay without consent of the Daise’Maenak!?”

 

   “Regulation 22.1 section B states that if an officer is na in critical condition, he may refuse treatment.  I was well within my rights!  I was obviously fine, and the nurse was…”

 

   “The Nurse is na the issue!  Au disobeyed an order, and it is NA the first time!”  Shibae cut him off, still glaring.  “I gave au orders on the planet and au saw fit to disregard them, too.”

 

   “I did na abandon my superior officer on the planet.  I think au would be thankf…”

 

   “ENOUGH!”  Though the engineering staff was too well trained to stare, it was clear that everyone’s attention was on the arguing pair.  “I said nothing of abandonment!  I gave au an order to return to me, but au saw fit to attack instead!  It nearly got us both killed!  I should toss au into the brig for this!”

 

   “My father would have au hea…,” Destorie cut off that sentence before he could finish, but the damage had already been done.

 

   “AUR FATHER!!!  Aur father is NA here, Ne’Arrain!  Au have just earned aurself time in the brig!”  Shibae glared at him, physically seething.  “Au will take orders from me and au WILL carry them out.  There shall na be a third instance of disobedience, Ssuej-d’ifv?!”

 

   “Ie, Daise!  Ssuejn.”  He saluted, jaw set sullenly.  He narrowed his gaze, making a mental note to inform his father of the situation anyhow.  His father would not be happy upon hearing that he’d spent time in the brig.

 

   She stared at him for a moment longer, waiting to see if he’d say anything further.  Finally, she initiated her communications unit.  “Erein tr’Nemesis, report to Engineering immediately!”

 

   “Ie, Rekkhai.”  The officer’s voice crackled over the comm.  “I’m on my way.”

 

   Turning back to the two Engineering crewmen, the Security Chief nodded to Laehval.  “My apologies, Daise t’Temarr.”

 

   A bit surprised that Shibae hadn’t hit Destorie by now, Laehval only smiled, waving a hand to dismiss the apology.  “None necessary, Daise’D’heno.  I’m assuming that the Enarrain has updated au on our current mission?”

 

   “Ie.  I was told that au were placed in charge of the mission to devise some way of destroying the remaining kll'inghann while saving the farmers that they are currently holding hostage.”

 

   “That is correct.  Ne’Arrain t’Bat’ok has already begun searching the data banks for something suitable.”  She waved a hand at R’Tor who was pouring over a rather extensive list, checking on weapon supply status even as the two Daises conferred.

 

   “We’ve already had several ideas, though have yet to decide on the best.  That is why I requested one of aur officers who might have some knowledge of useable weapons.  Since au are here, I’d greatly appreciate aur help as well.”

 

   Just then the lift doors opened onto Engineering once more, the third security officer stepping out.  Approaching Shibae, Re’Tore tr’Nemesis paused a few steps away from the Daises.  “Au wanted me, Rekkhai?”

 

   “Ie.”  The Security Chief almost smiled, glancing from Re’Tore to Destorie.  “Take Ne’Arrain tr’N’dak to the brig until I or the Enarrain say otherwise.”

 

   “Ie, Rekkhai,” removing his disruptor, he leveled it at the other officer, “With pleasure.  Au!  Get moving.”  He prodded him with the barrel of the weapon, taking satisfaction in escorting the insubordinate crewman.

 

   Glaring at him, Destorie gritted his teeth.  “Do na push aur luck.”  With another shove, he went stumbling toward the lift, still glaring.

 

   Watching the subordinate officers, Laehval pursed her lips in thought.  “Daise,” turning back to Shibae, “I would make a suggestion.  Au two!”  Calling to the two security crewman to get their attention before they left.  “Halt for a moment.”

 

   “Daise, perhaps au could begin aur errant crewman’s brig time after we’ve come up with a solution to this problem.  Both of them could be helpful.  As soon as we resolve this, then tr’Nemesis could escort tr’N’dak to a holding cell.  Would that be acceptable?”

 

   Glancing to the two males, Shibae shrugged.  “I suppose so.  tr’N’dak does seem to know quite a bit about the kll'inghann.  Perhaps too much, if au know what I mean.”

 

   “Ie,” glancing back to Destorie.  “I had thought so as well, though that can be discussed at a latter time.  In private,” giving the Security Chief a pointed look.  “In the meanwhile, let us get to the mission at hand.  We have dallied for too long.”

 

   “Very well. Erein tr’Nemesis, release him for the time being.  tr’N’dak, get into aur uniform and report back here immediately!”  She turned, not even watching him leave.

 

   “Should I follow him, Rekkhai, so he does na try anything?”  Looking a bit disappointed as he watched Destorie scurry off, Re’Tore turned his attention back to his chief.

 

   “Na.  That is enough.”

 

   “Ie, Rekkhai.”  Lowering his disruptor, he slid it back into its holster.

 

   ”Do au have a plan?”  Shibae turned back to Laehval, still looking annoyed.

 

   Laehval motioned to R’Tor who had just finished downloading information into one of her ISDs.  “Ne’Arrain, show us aur findings.”

 

   ISD in hand, R’Tor turned in her chair to face them. “Well, I have found a small hand held explosive that worked within a very short range.  We could beam them down at specific points, targeting areas where the kll'inghann would be hiding.”

 

   “Would this harm the cave or the slaves inside?”

 

   “Normally, ie, but we should be able to modify them to include a biological element that would eliminate the invaders but spare the slave race.  We do need geological scans of the cave in order for the plan to work, however.”

 

   Back in uniform, Destorie had reentered engineering.  Unseen by all except Re’Tore, the Erein gave him a hateful glare.  “Now au will give the Daise the respect she deserves.”

 

   “And au will give aur superior the respect he deserves,” the Ne’Arrain shot back.

 

   “ENOUGH!”  This time it was Laehval who lost her patience.  Glaring at the subordinate officers, she pointed.  “Au two will be silent unless au have something to add to THIS plan, or au will BOTH spend time in the brig.  And speaking from experience, it is NA fun.”

 

   “Laehval, are au sure we should keep him here?”  Shibae gave Destorie another heated glance.

 

   “Just a few minutes more, I think,” frowning in response as her attention slid back to Shibae.  “The explosive devices have merit.  I believe they can be modified to include a biological means of attack.  Out of all of the solutions presented earlier, I believe it will also be the fastest to construct.”

 

   “Being short range, the explosive forces shouldn’t be enough to bring down the caves unless we place it specifically to do so and put enough of them inside to detonate at the same moment.”  R’Tor brought up the schematics of the thermal grenade she’d found.

 

   “Ie,” Laehval nodded, looking it over.  After a few moments she glanced back to the security crew.  “Au,” pointing at Destorie.  “What was aur idea about the sonic devices?  Quickly, before I lose what little patience I have.”

 

   “They can na stand certain high-pitched noises.  It paralyzes them.  The sound usually comes from a certain type of animal.  I believe it is called a tribble.”

 

   “Those furry little creatures that multiply too quickly?”  Shibae snorted.

 

   “Ie.  They hate them.”

 

   Giving him a dubious look, Laehval frowned.  “I think that because that data has na grounding in scientific fact or study, it will be ignored.  We’ve na information of the like in our databases and I’ll not be basing the rescues of these people on the sounds of furry animals.”

   

   “Very well.  It was only a suggestion.”  Seeming much calmer now, Destorie simply shrugged.

 

   Waving a hand at Re’Tore, she motioned him forward.  “Do au have any ideas that would be of further use?  Perhaps some sort of weapon that the Away Team could use when they enter the caves?”

 

   “In my opinion, I believe it would be best if the members of the Away Team use a stealthy approach, arriving in a completely unexpected area, moving in slowly and silently.”

 

   “Agreed.  Au said au could place the devices so the cave would na collapse?”  Shibae looked in R’Tor’s direction.

 

   “Ie, we could modify the explosives to emit a gas substance only.  By doing so, we could eliminate the explosion factor.”

 

   “The Tal Shiar found certain nerve gasses that the kll'inghann are susceptible to.  Au should have access to those files.”  Speaking up again, Destorie didn’t offer an explanation as to where he’d come across such information.

 

   “But wouldn’t the gas affect the hostages?  Those chemicals are potent enough to kill others as well, especially such a weaker race of slaves.”  Re’Tore glanced from Destorie to R’Tor.

 

   “If we had the gas biologically tailored to kll'inghann DNA, it would kill or incapacitate them without harming the farmers.”  R’Tor glanced from one to the other during her explanation.  “With the database we have of the differences in the physical make-up of both the farmers and the kll'inghann, I am sure there is some area upon which we could focus a chemical to attack.”

 

   “There is aur solution,” waving a hand at her Ne’Arrain’s information.  “It is nothing our maenaks have na done before.”

 

   “So we have the maenaks create the gas to use in the device?”

 

   “Ie.  Vaed’rae,” she glanced to the three subordinate crewmen, one hand chopping for them to be silent.  “Here is the proposed solution…”

 

   “Ne’Arrain t’Bat’ok will modify the existing explosive devices so that they will issue forth only a gas, and not an actual explosion.  These devices will be tailored to affect only the kll'inghann parties if possible and will na harm the slave race, though some loss is always acceptable.

 

   “D’heno,” glancing to Shibae for her approval, “Will gather the information on the caves, possible sites for groups to be hiding, and work out a map for the devices to be placed.

 

   “Medical will modify the gas, either choosing a nerve agent or some other substance that they think will work better.  I think we should defer to their knowledge in that, as none of us have the technology or are experts in the field.”

 

   “Along with that, the Away Team should be equipped with stealth equipment to protect them and give them an edge in case they encounter any other hostiles.  With sufficient data from Security, the devices can be beamed directly to the surface, therefore removing the risk involved of placing those within the cave.  The Away Team will simply be working clean-up duty in the caves.”

 

   “Does that plan sound acceptable to everyone?”  Laehval glanced to them all, waiting for their nods of approval or further suggestions.

 

   “Ie, that sounds quite acceptable, indeed, Daise t’Temarr.  We have the information au require on the caves and will upload them into aur database as soon as possible.

 

   “Sounds good to me,” R’Tor nodded.  “How many devices do au need modified.”

 

   “That will depend on Security’s readouts, but au should do as many as possible within the allotted time.  The sooner the better as we do na have time to spare.  I think to be safe, we should target any and all possible areas within the cave system where they might be hiding.  We want to wipe out as many as we can before the Away Team risks themselves.”

 

   “Agreed.  We do NA want a repeat of last time.”  Shibae nodded.

 

   “Are there any other issues that need to be addressed before we move on to our individual tasks?”  Glancing about the small group again.

 

   “I do na think so, Daise.  I will take my two officers and leave au to aur work.”  Giving her a nod, the Security Chief glared back at her officers, motioning them to the lift.

 

   Catching Shibae’s eye before she turned to leave, Laehval smirked.  “Very well.  If au have any other problems with aur h’fais,” motioning to Destorie and Re’Tore.  “I will be more than happy to help au out.”

 

   “I will be sure to call au if I need au.”  Smirking back, Shibae nodded, an amused glance thrown in the direction of her suddenly nervous officers.

 

   “MOVE!  Both of AU!”  Ushering them from Engineering, the three D’heno officers disappeared inside the lift.

 

   Wearing a grin that could only be interpreted as wicked, Laehval turned back to R’Tor, giving her a wink.  “Good work, Ne’Arrain.  I’ll present our plan to the Enarrain.  Au get to work on modifying those weapons.  Good luck… and try na to blow aurself up.”