Bombardment

Posted on 18 Sep 2012 @ 9:27am by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Captain Jonathan Holliday

829 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 01 - Project Sienna
Location: Klingon Battlecruiser - Main Bridge
Timeline: MD 10 - 0300 hrs

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It had been almost three hours with no contact from the flagship Bird of Prey. Sent into the nebula to search for and destroy the tiny Nova Class, the rest of the task group had waited patiently outside the gaseous perimeter, hoping to trap and cut off Galileo if she attempted to escape. The plan to flush her out was sound, however it was proving to be more difficult than expected due to a pesky and resourceful Starfleet crew. And now, with no signs of the vessel and a missing one of their own, the Klingons began to grow impatient.

On board the lead Vor'cha battlecruiser, the atmosphere on the bridge was tense. Their cloak was engaged and the bridge had been drowned in pulsing red combat lighting, and the crew looked over their systems displays as they performed meticulous sensor sweeps of Galileo's last reported position. Suddenly, a call came across the command center from the ship's tactical officer.

"Sir," the large Klingon bellowed in a deep voice as his screens began to show detections in the long-range sensors, "Inbound Federation ships," he called out, then paused for a brief moment as he attempted to identify the composition of the group. "Four...possibly six vessels on an intercept course." he reported, unsure of the exact numbers due to the nebula's EM interference.

The Klingon Captain was not a patient man - already having been diverted from his duties to pursue a lowly science vessel, he now discovered that very soon there would be a fleet of Federation starships within weapons range...even with their advantage of being under cloak, the odds were not in their favour if the Starfleet ships learned what had happened to their Nova-class compatriot.

Turning in the large metallic command chair, his arms rigid against the armrests, he shouted back to his subordinate.

"Time to intercept?"

The officer tapped several more commands into his console in an attempt to answer his captain as quickly as possible. He knew that he was not a patient warrior, and did not tolerate delays. "They appear to be en route from Federation Starbase 123," he replied, noting their trajectory. "I estimate we will be within their sensor range in fifteen hours...weapons range in twenty hours." he called out, then looked up expectantly at the captain. "We should not wait till they arrive, their reinforcements are no doubt more powerful than this...," he paused with mild disdain in his voice," science ship we have been looking for."

Forming a fist and bringing it down hard onto the arm of his chair, the Klingon captain leant forward, staring at the tactical overview of the situation that had appeared on the viewscreen in front of him.

Given the choice he would simply have flown in after this pathetic vessel and destroyed it himself, but they had taken the coward's option to hide in amongst gas and particulate matter. One thing was certain however, up against six Federation vessels, victory would not be guaranteed, if indeed possible.

"We can wait no longer....order our ships to decloak and assume formation - begin launching thermolytic charges into the nebula - we will flush them out like animals...and destroy them."

A slow smile spread across the tactical officer's mouth, and he quickly began to issue tactical orders to the rest of the task group. ""Yes, sir! Victory will be ours." he replied with satisfaction.

Around the perimeter of the nebula, a series of shimmers distorted the darkness of space as green-plated vessels decloaked and took up a spread formation ideal for maximum coverage and bombardment. It took only several moments for their torpedo launchers to be reconfigured and loaded with the new ordinance, after which the tactical officer turned back to his captain to signify their readiness. "All ships standing by, ready to fire on your command." he said, his finger hovering above a large red button on his weapons console.

"Send them to Gre'thor....fire at will!"

The Captain shouted back, a bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face as he pictured the impending destruction of the Earth vessel coming to fruition...if the Empire could not have their Sienna weapon, then nobody would.

With a tap of his finger, the tactical officer launched a spread of charges into the nebula. Across the line of strategically placed Klingon warships, each of them in turn began to fire, their torpedo launchers flaring bright green as they unloaded the projectiles deep into the nebula. They disappeared from view, consumed by the gasses of the cosmic nursery, then detonated after several long moments, sending bright and colorful flashes throughout the nebula. Another sequence of weapons fire followed, and then a third, then a forth...as many as would be required to destroy the Federation ship...and their prized weapon.

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Klingon Captain
Vor'Cha Class Battlecruiser
NPC'd by John Holliday

Klingon Tactical Officer
Vor'Cha Class Battlecruiser
NPC'd by Lirha Saalm

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