A fun little story inbetween missions: T'kara, Martok and T'Shael are involved in a small mutiny

A small mutiny

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Cmdr. T'kara, Lt. Cmdr. Martok, Lt. Cmdr. T'Shael

=^=All stations=^=
We've just been ordered to Deep Space nine.  Secure all stations and prepare for departure. 
Helm, lay in a course for DS9, and calculate ETA at warp 8.  All stations report in. 
"T'Shael, transfer Ops to the science station, you can use the new station division system, it should keep
you busy, I know you can handle it."
The turbo lift doors open, T'kara steps on to the bridge.  "Cmdr Martok, report".
"All stations report ready for departure Mam" She sits in the Capts chair
"Very good, I take it the course has been plotted and laid in?"
Martok takes his place beside her. "Yes Ma'am"
"Then, helm, by all means, engage."

"Okay Martok you have the bridge. I'll be in my ready room"
"Acknowledged cmdr"
"Oh, and Martok?"
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Stop grinning, it doesn't become you...i know you're happy about being in command, but there's no need to grin."
Martok sulks.
T'kara sighs. "All right! helm, full stop"
"full stop initiadted"
t'kara looks at Martok. "go on then?..."
Martok grins "head to ds9, Warp 8" he pauses for affect, lifts his finger, then flicks it whilst saying "Engage!"
T'kara mutters to herself about Martok needing his head examined...

T'kara walks onto the Bridge..."what was that commander?"
Martok stutters "er...nothing ma'am." he replies
T'kara grins and thinks to herself 'I've never seen a klingon stutter before' as she grins, her Bajoran nose crinkles up and looks rather strange.
She clearts her throat "I'd like a status report on all systems within the hour.  Give them to Martok, and he can give them to me in my ready room."
Various "acknowledged commander" are muttered. she sees Martok slump in the c.chair as he seems a little annoyed that he can't view the reports himself. She thinks this is strange, that someone would actually *want* to read reports. she shrugs and sighs, and turns around, heading back to the ready room.

#The bridge# T'Shael is busy at opperating both Ops and Science stations, an ensign is at tactical,
various other officers wander around the bridge with pads in there hands.  T'kara is in her ready room,
Martok is in the Capts chair and is sulking after his verbal defeat from a two pronged attached from T'kara and T'Shael#

He mutters something to himself, then gets devilish thought and bears a huge grin.  He punches somthing into the small control panel beside his left arm. Suddenlt T'Shael jumps back from her consol. "ouch!" Martok looks up, feigning concern.  "Somtheing the matter commander?"
She looks confused, "eh, no....sir, it's just, well..."
"Out with it commander."
"Well sir, I could have sworn somebody just ran a small e.m pulse through my console"
Martok looks at his controol panel "Yes there was a small power spike to your console..."
He turns to one the junior officers behind him, eh, ensign Yeats, check the power flow regulators"
Right away sir"
Martok sits down and smiles to himself

T'Shael is still shocked because of the em pulse. She has the slight feeling that this is Martok's revenge. Searching for prove she tries to track back the pulse, and thanks to her computer skills soon finds the guilty. The pulse was definitely sent from the controls by the captains chair. Her vulcan side tries to settle down, but her human side can't take this without reaction. 'Martok wants a fight, he shall have it. May the kali-fee begin' she thinks. A determined eyebrow rises, her fingers quickly move around on the controls.

Five minutes later. Martok in the captain's chair is still enjoying his victory. T'Shael is ready for 'attack'. "Cmdr, my sensors are monitoring a strange fluctuation in sub space. I can't tell what it might be, could you please take a look at it" she sais. Without any suspicion Martok checks his controls. The readings are clear. He shouts "T'Shael, it's a borg transwarp channel. My gosh didn't you learn that stuff at the academy?? Red alert, T'kara to the bridge!" His klingon instincts awake, he is ready for battle. T'kara hurries out of the ready room. "What's the matter, why red alert?" she asks. Martoks informs her about the transwarp channel. "Permission to fire a photon torpedo as soon as it opens?" he asks. T'kara doesn't quite trust the situation and heads up to Ops that nobody is using right now, because T'Shael is operating it from Science station. She quickly checks the readings and then stops red alert. Martok is confused. "Cmdr. Martok" T'kara sais "where in the world did you see a transwarp channel. Can't you tell the difference of a transwarp channel and the sub space fluctuations because of our own warp drive? Just because you're in command doesn't mean that you have to make yourself more important than you are." She furiously steps back into ready room. Martok sinks into his chair. He had been sure of the readings, but now that he recheckes they are gone. He turns his head to T'Shael, who is (too) busily working on her station and doesn't look up to him. Her face has the normal neutral expression. But on the inside, she is satisfied. The first round of the battle she has won..

( Martok's wishful ending of the story:
Martok, still embarrassed and humiliated returns to his quarters after relinquishing command to T'Shael. He paces the room furiously "I could have sworn it was a trans warp signature.  I'm certain it was.  How could I possibly mistake our own warp field interference as a trans warp signature, they're completely different!"  Martok suddenly stops.
"....And how could a competent officer like T'Shael make the same error?....something’s not right here" He goes to the console at his desk. "Aha!  T'Shael, that dishonourable Patagh!  She erased the records of the false readings but forgot to erase the trail she left from the secondary sensor array."  
Martok leaves his room and enters transporter room three "your relieved", the ensign posted complies. 
=^=Martok to T'Shael=^=
"Go ahead commander".
"I'm down at engineering, I'm detecting a microfracture on the primary hull."
"I'm not detecting anything up here, sir...."
"Maybe you need a closer look"
Martok beams Lt. Cmdr. T'Shael off the bridge and into space.
Victory to Martok.
Moral of the story, if you try to outwit a Klingon, he'll kill you.)

Suddenly, they hear a scream from the ready room...then another yell "MARTOK!! get your ass in here! T'Shael, you come aswell." T'Shael grins, her human side winning, as she sees Martok shaking.  They enter the ready room together.

#ready room#
T'kara smiles. "T'shael, sit down." T'shael sits down, and then so does Martok. T'kara narrows her eyes and glares at Martok "i didn't say you could sit down did I?" Martok gets up. The two women smile evily at eachother...
Now, T'Shael, I just got an em surge through my console, and from what I heard a second ago, you did too..." T'shael nods "Yes ma'am, and, personally, I think that it was Lt Cmdr Martok who created the surge..."
T'kara leans forward, suddenly *very* interested. "Oh really?"
"Yes cmdr, I believe that he did it to 'get back' at us for humiliating him on the bridge."
T'kara stands up, "Thank you T'Shael, you may go." She nods and leaves the room.
Tk sits back down.
"Lt Cmdr Martok, you are now officially demoted to Lt for your childish and dis-honourable behaviour I dont see you as fit to command this vessel, no matter how short the period of time."
Martok begins to protest.
"dismissed lieutenant" she puts her hands on her hips janeway-style
Martok turns, and leaves the room.
Tk waits a few seconds, then taps her comm-badge.."T'kara to martok" she waits. there's no reply. she sighs..."computer, site-to-site transport of Martok to my ready room, now. authorisation T'kara 656 alpha."
"Confirmed"
martok beams into the r.r
T'kara grins. "Lt Martok, you are now re-instated as Lt Cmdr, 2nd officer and temp 1st officer of the USS Nevada. But, I promise you, if you do anything like that again, I'll bust your butt down so many damn ranks, you'll be saying "yes ma'am" to Naomi Wildman. is that understood?"
she hears an almost inaudible "Yes ma'am"
"now, you see Martok, *that* is what you call power. i had you scared didn't I?...oh, no, wait, Klingons dont get scared. ,<grin> I'm sorry Martok, but it's the only way you'll learn not to abuse your power as 1st officer...& don't worry, this won't go on your file. its a test run. now run along and keep his ship under control would ya? thanx hon." she winks at him,
"dismissed."
Just as the doors close, Martok hears a sigh and "i *love* being the captain!"
He grins...*I'll get her back*...

We see Martok at his desk he is talking to someone. Move around to see that he is talking to Capt. Iceman.
Martok "Yes sir, you heard right, T'kara has turned your ready room into an arboretum.  Yes sir, there are plants and pictures everywhere.  I'm telling you sir, if we don't do something soon we'll have to start calling your ready room the senior female officers lounge area."
"Is it really that bad commander?"
"Sir I counted three bowls on small tables which are too small to hold anything."
"That's it, I'm officially putting you in charge of the Nevada for the remainder of this mission.  I'm
hereby ordering you place commander T'kara under arrest for excess feminism in front of the crew.  Lock in a holding cell.  I'll deal with her personally when I return"
"But sir...what if she resists??"
"Mr. Martok, you are a trained Klingon warrior, I think you can handle her."
"Sir, I don't think you understand, we're talking about Commander T'kara!"
"Hmmmmm good point.  Better beam her straight to the holding cell."
"Aye, sir"
"Good look commander, you'll need it.  Iceman out."
He reaches toward his screen and end toward the transmission. Martok stands up and heads towards the door. "Computer, recognise, Martok, Lt. Comdr."
*Recognised*
"Beam commander T'kara to the brig and activate the force-field.  Authorisation, Martok 6, 2, 7, pie,
alpha.  Enable."
The computer acknowledges with a beep.
Martok smiles.  “At last, my own ship.  Your move commander.”

T'kara is beamed into the holding cell, "what the hell?! T'kara to Martok, let me out of here!!"
"Martok here, I'm sorry T'kara, but I'm unable to comply, captains orders."
Tk swears under her breath. "tell T'Shael to come down here please"
Martok considers this for a moment, but then agrees.
5 minutes later, T'Shael enters, she explains what happened, and about the conversation with Iceman..."okay T'Shael, could you do me a favour?" "i'm listening..." they grin at eachother...
*****
#Bridge (10 minutes later)#
"Sir, we're reciving a message from starfleet...it's captain iceman.."
"Open hailing frequencies"
Captain iceman's face is seen imediately on the screen.
"MARTOK!! Let T'kara go."
"But..but..sir, you said,"
"Forget what I said, I have just been informed from a v.reliable source, that you were lying about the state of the r.r to try and cover up your own child-ish actions against T'kara and T'shael..."
Martok looks at T'Shael, who seems to have found something very interesting about the floor near her console...
"Yes sir...computer, beam back Cmdr T'kara to the bridge."
"authorisation required"
"for gods sake, just recognise the damn voice print!"
"voice print recognised."
T'kara appears on the bridge, grinning. she looks at the captain.
"Hello sir. long time no see. how are you?"
"I'm fine thank you commander, you are hereby reinstated as the temporary commanding officer as this vessel until i return. understood?"
"understood."
"I'll leave Martok in your capable hands T'kara. Iceman out."
He dissappears.
T'kara sighs, and sits back down in the command chair...she looks at Martok."Aren't you going to sit down?"  He slowly sits down, looking at her and T'Shael. as soon as he sits down, a red-alert alarm goes off, and he jumps up. it just as soon goes off again. "Whats the matter martok?, why the little jump?"
"it was re- oh forget it!" he sits back down.
T'kara grins.