"Ironclaw"

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Log written by our SGV, NDAK.

 

Enjoy!

 

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On the Oira of RES Ironclaw, EnRiov Destorie N'Dak emerged from the

seclusion of his chambers. The bridge hummed with activity as the

Ironclaw closed in on Pax Primus.

 

The deck plating beneath him vibrated more than usual as the

Nemitir-class Mark I Warbird raced towards Pax Primus. Normally a

N'Orexen would be dispatched to deal with such…intrusions into the

Rihan realm, however N'Dak wanted to personally oversee this matter as

he was all to aware of the importance of Pax Primus. As such, the

Ironclaw would be the first Rihan vessel on the scene even if that

meant pushing the battlecrusier at her upper limits. Following were

three N'Orexen-class warbirds that would arrive sometime after the

Ironclaw did.

 

"Gonaiih," N'Dak said as he took his place in the command chair, which

had been almost immediately vacated by his first in command. "ETA to

the Pax Primus system."

 

With out hesitation the young helm officer turned to face his

commanding officer. "Approximately 3 minutes till we arrive."

 

"Mehnka."

 

N'Dak tapped his fingers on his command chair for a few moments,

seemingly in thought before he turned to face his first officer.

"tr'Llaen."

 

Llaen's tall lanky frame towered above N'Dak at the Tactical consol

directly behind the command seat, something that Destorie had never

been particularly fond of, but something he had to live with

nevertheless.

 

"Ie," the taller Rihan replied. He'd only served with Destorie for six

months, but he already knew that N'Dak was not a man that enjoyed or

cared for a lack of assertiveness by those under his command.

 

"How far away are our reinforcements?"

 

"30 siruen."

 

"What do the scans of sector show?"

 

"The Agincourt has entered orbit of the planet, the defense satellites

have been disabled or destroyed…"

 

N'Dak's scowl deepened. "What is there tactical situation?"

 

"Their shields and weapons appear to be on stand-by."

 

"Interesting."

 

For a few more moments N'Dak sat scowling, deep in thought.

 

"This Captain Davies," N'Dak said aloud. "I do na know what to make of

him…he appears to be a typical young Lloann'na Galae Riov. He will

likely be unsure of what to do when we show up."

 

Llaen nodded. "They have violated the treaty, na?"

 

Destorie nodded. He had never fully trusted the Lloann'na, even after

they had helped during the Civil War—and if his suspicions were correct

his apprehension had been justified. Of course it did na help that most

of his experiences with the Lloann'na were unpleasant.

 

N'Dak stood up and walked towards the viewscreen.

 

"We arriving, rehhkai."

 

"Excellent. Drop us to impulse."

"Shall I drop cloak?"

 

Again N'Dak thought for a few moments, formulating his plan very

carefully. "Na just yet."

 

"Gonaiih," he said with out turning around. "Place us at coordinates

004.j7 by 013.j7"

 

With out thinking the Gonaiih spoke, "Rehhkai, that will put us

directly in the path of their orbit."

 

Normally, N'Dak was na io to suffer an underling questioning his

orders, but for some reason he was feeling charitable at the moment.

"Ie," he said with a sly smirk as he returned to his perch in the

Command Chair. "Once au are in position, come to an all stop."

 

The Gonaiih nodded slowly, then quickly ran his fingers over the

consol. With a few flicks of the helm officer's fingers, the 900 meter

Ironclaw placed itself directly in the path of the USS Agincourt.

 

"Tactical, all weapons on stand-by," N'Dak said as he tapped in a

series of commands into the consol by the chair. "Acquire a shooting

solution on the Agincourt. Prepare to decloak on my mark, I want to

wait till they are looking right at us."

 

A few moments later, the bridge lighting dimmed and the entire vessel

was on Battle Alert. 900 plus officers and crew all waited for what was

going to happen next.

 

On the Bridge, N'Dak sat in the dark eerie silence contemplating

exactly what he was going to say to Captain Davies.

[STSF NDak 0]

As the Agincourt edged ever nearer to The Ironclaw, N'Dak's level of focus was so high that the klaxons in the back ground weren't even registering. That was untill his Tactical officer said something that made N'Dak turn around so quickly it made the tactical officer jump.

 

"Riov," tr'Llaen said. "I am detecting Rihan and Reman life signs aboard the Agincourt."

 

"AUTHEN!" N'Dak said lighting fast.

 

After regaining his compsure, tr'Llaen responded. "They appear to be being held rhae the br'tehh."

 

N'Dak grunted and said a few choice words in Rihannsu to the affect that Davies was no better than a toothles Klingon. After he'd regained his composure...he spoke.

 

"Gonaiih," he said swiviling back around in his chair. "Follow the Lloann'na vessel out of the system...I am sure they will na wish to hang around long with such a...valuable peice of...evidence..."

 

"Ie."

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Can't we all just get along? :P

[STSF NDak 0]

N’Dak’s infamous death-stare transfixed upon Captain Simeon Davies as he waited for what seemed an eternity for the response from the Lloann’na First Officer, Col. Harper to respond. Attacking the Agincourt had been a risky move, but it was a calculated risk. One that N’Dak had been willing to take.

 

Techincally, the young ensign who had mouthed off to N’Dak at the beginning of the encounter had been correct—he had violated a number of non-aggression treaties and regulations—but it was na as if the Agincourt’s mission was exactly kosher.

 

Had anyone on the Agincourt’s Oira paid attention to N’Dak’s countenance they would have noticed a slight smirk on his face, buried beneath the rock-hard exterior. He did not like this, lovey-doveyness that had been created out of the Treaty, and it had never set well with him. To everyone on the Agincourt, he was now a bad guy.

 

Destorie relished in this role. And over the years, he had accepted it willingly. He prospered when others around him hated him. He did not care if they hated him, so long as they feared him. And the sound of the voices, the looks from the Bridge officers was one of fear.

 

He couldn’t help but enjoy himself.

 

In the recesses of his mind, Destorie had been thinking moves ahead. So far he managed to anticipate the situation correctly, manipulating it to fit his needs. The Lloann’na had reacted as he anticipated—forced courtesy.

 

Davies was unsure of himself, N’Dak could see it in the man’s eyes as he stared him down. Unsure if he were fit for command, if he could make the big decisions that were required of any captain. It was a weakness, and Destorie knew he could exploit it.