The Gathering Storm

[NDak 0]

PERSONAL LOG

Daise’Khre’Riov N’Dak

Galae Command

0406.07

 

>Begin Log <

 

The Fireclaw whisted along at Warp 1, her maximum speed. She was an old vessel, by any io’s standards. Once among the proudest of the Rihan Galae, the Fireclaw and her sister-ships of the N’Eeirx class cruisers had fallen out of glory many years ago. They were slow, small, not well armed, and had a limited range. Warp 1 was her best speed and that could only be maintained for a few hours at best.

 

Once numbering in the hundreds, there were only a few N’Eerix class starships left in service, and those few were relegated to support missions. N’Dak could have chosen any ship in the fleet to carry him around, normally he traveled on the Flagship, the RES Stormbird, one of the new t’Liss-cass ships. But he had always maintained a sense of nostalgia for the Fireclaw, and that was really the only reason she was kept in service.

 

A loud beep awoke N’Dak. He didn’t even need to hear the voice over the comm, they had arrived at the rendezvous point. He sat up in bed and quickly dressed himself. A few minutes later he was standing on the oria of the Fireclaw.

 

The oira staff quickly jumped to vaed'rae as N’Dak came strolling rhea the oira.

 

“Flag Officer on the Oira,” io of them snapped.

 

While he did enjoy such formalities, he had na time for them. “Shaoi ben, as au were,” he looked straight at the Enarrain. “tr’Nhve, have the Kling’hannsu arrived?”

 

“Ie…”

 

“ta’Rhae!” N’Dak barked. The screen jumped to life.

 

A small Klingon ship’s lights blinked as it coasted along.

 

“They are hailing us,” the Communication officer said. “Shall I awnser them.”

 

tr’Nhve looked quickly to N’Dak for approval. “Ie,” he said after N’Dak nodded. “ta’Rhae.”

 

The screen flashed and was filled with an aged Klingon, looking rather surly. He had long white hair, and more than one visible scar. He was defiantly a warrior, and judging by the amount of decoration on his uniform a well respected one.

 

“Jolan Tru,” N’Dak said stepping into view. “It is menhka to see au again, tr’Duras.”

 

The Klingon grunted, then smiled a toothy Klingon grin. “nuqneH, romuluSngan?”

 

The oira officers weren’t quite sure what was going on, tr’Nhve also seemed a little unaware. N’Dak meanwhile was lifting his brow. “Au know of what I want, come we will speak of this rhea my chambers khoi away from peeping ears.”

 

tr’Nhve lifted his brows at “my chambers,” but let it pass. H’Nah was na the time to question.

 

Duras thought for a few seconds, then said something to someone out of view. “majQa'qay'be!”

 

“We are sending au the coordinates now,” N’Dak said as he motioned to the Communications officer to do so. “I await au. ta’Khoi!”

 

The Klingon vanished and an image of the Klingon vessel reappeared on the screen. With out a word N’Dak walked into the Chambers located just to the side of the bridge. A few minutes later, the Klingon and the Romulan were talking.

 

“…General Duras,” Destorie said. “I am sure aur aware of the threat posed to the entire galaxy by the Lloann’na scum.”

 

Duras nodded. “That I am…”

 

“While we are currently involved in measure to ensure that our borders are not violated by the wretched plague that is humanity; we have also found that our resources are, admittedly, stretched to thin to engaged in any covert actions…”

 

It was a lie, but N’Dak didn’t care…the Klingons didn’t need to know that the Rihans had destroyed the T’Kel.

 

“Are you asking the Klingon government to do your dirty work for you???”

 

The very notion seemed to insult Duras. Senseing he had used the wrong tone N’Dak was quick to change that tone. “Na at all. We know that would not be a very honorable thing to do…however, au know as well I do that na all Klingons are so…honorable. Surely there are a few Klingons that would be willing to…do some…contract…work for us through you?”

 

The Klingon grunted. “Elaborate…”

 

“Well it would na be appropriate or strategic for the Rihan government to pay for mercenaries in the open, however, we are willing to do so through an intermediary…you have been chosen for that…in addition to being in the favor of the Rihan Empire, we are more than willing to pay au a…substantial fee for acting as our intermediary.”

 

Even Klingons have their price. And the Rihan’s sharp tongue was striking a cord with the Klingon.

 

“Allow me to think about it, I will return to my ship. You will have your answer with in the day…”

 

“Hann’yyo…”

 

The two parted ways and the Klingon returned to his ship. N’Dak exited the chamber shortly after Duras left the Fireclaw. He stopped near tr’Nhve and leaned close into his ear. “If he says na, be prepared to blow them out of the stars, understood?”

 

“Ie, Rehhkai!”

 

“I will be in my quarters inform me when we have his answer.”

 

With that N’Dak walked to the lift and allowed the lift doors to close. When they did he smiled. This was the beginning of a new and dark alliance—soon the Galaxy would tremble before the entire Rihannsu Empire, either from fear or respect, it did na matter to him which it was.

 

>End Log<

Edited June 8, 2004 by NDak