[Bridge, RFZ t'Rakla]
Sirnar Klimpah was sweating profusely. Four hours ago a squadron of
four Romulan Warships had entered the Neutral Zone heading to
intercept the stolen Warbird, t'Rakla. Laechim Kitips, one of the
Zakdornians who had accompanied the mission to Starbase Versailles to
steal the ship was working hard down in the Engine Room attempting to
give him warp power.
"Strategist, We have power back to Shields." came the formal report
of Delicia Kribblet. Klimpah nodded, hoping when they got back to
Zakdorn he could get to know Delicia on a less formal level. She
looked across as he chuckled to himself, thinking 'if' they got back
to Zakdorn.
"Sirnar, we've got warp power once more. We can escape." Soto Koldok
shouted from the Helm console.
His chuckle fading instantly, Klimpah's hand moved over the strange
Romulan console at his side, "Set a heading to these coordinates. As
much speed as you can give me."
The information flashed onto the Helm console and Soto programmed the
navigation computer. His hand moved over to the button to send them
into warp. They all watched with relief as the stars blurred and the
t'Rakla shuddered and flashed towards the speed that they needed to
flee.
Soto counted up the numbers as the warp factor increased, "Warp 3....
4.... 5.... 6.... 7.... Holding at Warp 7.3. It's still slower than
they are."
Klimpah nodded, now they had a chance of escape, no matter how slim,
to run back to Zakdorn. He would indeed seek out the companionship of
Delicia Kribblet if they got back, she was a fine looking woman, if a
little on the delicate side for the liking of most Zakdornians.
Perhaps his time in Starfleet had changed his views on such things.
"Darwin, scan ahead. Try and find me a Starfleet patrol. Perhaps we
can persuade our pursuers to turn back before they reach us." he
ordered.
"Yes. Strategist, I will do what I can." Darwin Kleedabhlu called
back to him. The tone of his voice, all of their voices, had lost the
edge of desperation that all had been feeling. Klimpah pulled himself
up from the imposing Command Throne, "I'm going to see what sort of
inventory we might have should it come to a fight. This vessel was
still fully loaded with ordinance for it's role in the War. I'll see
if I can give us more time."
Heading towards the turbolift he said nothing more, just looked at
the expectant faces of those who had volunteered and placed
themselves under his command. He would get them out of this
predicament, or they would all die in the attempt.
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