| SRR Morrahe`Vnu | Chapter Sixty: There's Klingon's on the Starboard Bow..... no wait, that's us! | | |
[Wildstrike....Near the Supply Station]
After a rather confusing request to report to the Oria woke him from a
startled sleep, Ry makes his bleary-eyed way to the Oria. Still rubbing the
sleep from his eyes -- wanting a drink and wanting one badly -- he steps
into the lift. As the doors closed behind him, Erien tr`Ghist's voice
nerviously floated over the com. "Rekkhai...?"
Tapping his badge, still half-asleep, Rylan mumbled back, "Ie...Ie...I'm in
the lift! What is it?!"
The Erien's voice, now touched with a tinge of fear, hesitantly answered
"Ie, rekkhai? Uh...we're apporaching the station."
"Ie? Well, hail them then, Erien. That's na-thing to get nervious about."
As he finished this sentence, Ry realizes that the lift has yet to move.
Feeling a bit sheepish, he taps off the comline, and calls out a sleepy-
"Oria!"
As the lift carried him to his destination, Erien tr`Ghist's nervious little
voice came back over the line again, "Ie, rekkhai. Um...see, there's a
slight problem. We did hail the station...."
"And? So what's the problem?" Rylan sighs, rubbing his tired eyes, "Au
need to stop being so fvadt vauge, Erien. Especially at this hour...."
"Well, rekkhai....the station seems to think we're an attacking Klingon
vessel...."
The Erien stopped what he had been explaining as he saw the lift doors open.
The skelleton crew on the deck -- all of whom had been expecting him --
stood at attention a moment as Ry stepped out, then went hurridly back to
work. Ry, looking confused by the Erien's last statement, asked "Well, what
the Areinnye gave them that idea?" he pauses as he heard his voice in
stereo, then sighs as he shakes his head, cutting off his combadge.
"Jolan`tru, rekkhai..." tr`Ghist bowed slightly, wondering nerviously if the
RS was truely the fearsome creature that the computer core-staff had claimed
he had been earlier. "Um...what would give them that idea, is that the
computer is translating our transmitions into Klingon insults and threats."
he explained apoligetically.
Bewildered, Ry heads to the ops station. As Erien t`Hieten moved over to
allow him access to the pannel, Ry calls up the logs of the transmissions,
along with the reports of the diagnostics that have been done so far.
Scanning over the information, he grumbled, "There shouldn't be any such
problem. Try a different channel."
"We did. It's na working, rekkhai." tr`Ghist bowed his head again.
"What do au mean it's na working? There's more then io frequency -- try a
different io." Ry explained patiently, tapping a few keys, on the ops staion
as he spoke, "Try to bypass the computer system and open the line
manually."
"We did, rekkhai." tr`Ghist nods his head to the busy and worried looking
crew near the ops, com and tactical stations.
Still tapping a few keys, Ry tries himself to bypass the computer, and found
that the counsol simply wouldn't let him enter the command to shift to
mannual operations. "Hanev..." he almost laughs in disbelief at the
situation, "Well...seems we're also carrying a Klingon tag. When did we
pick that up?" He frowns, looking back up at tr`Ghist, "And just when were
au going to tell me that?"
Looking very nervious by this announcement, tr`Ghist stammers,
"Um...ah....Na-body told me that, rekkhai..."
Rylan takes a moment to look around at the skeleton crew and sees they're
comprised of inexperienced Erien-a. "Okay...." he mumbles outloud, then
thought silently to himself *Great! And I never even graduated!* Looking
back down at the ops pannel a moment, trying to force his sleep-filled and
drink-screaming brain to work, he asks "Well...have there been any demands
from the station?"
"Uh...well...we can't tell what they're saying really....because it's also
translating the incoming transmissions into Klingon. The only reason we
knew what they were saying at all is because I knew enough Klingon to know
what the language was...rekkhai."
Sighing, Ry heads over to the command throne, not bothering to sit in the
chair at the moment. Thinking to himself as rapidly as he could he debates
the whole issue and what to do with it. *I can't call the Rekkhai....if I
did, he'd think I couldn't handle this. He'll think me incompetient. I can't
call Vyynd....he's been injured and has been allowed time off...and I'm na
even sure he knows Klingon anyway -- I don't even know Klingon! What the
Areinnye.....?* tapping open his combadge, he finally took a seat in the
Rekkhai's chair. Sounding perfectly like nothing was out of the ordinary at
all, he asks through the com a little hopefully, "tr`Tuhmek to tr`Rekkohan.... I don't suppose au know Klingon? Or maybe Sprink, perhaps?"
There was no response for a few moments, then D`Tarik's startled voice comes
over the com in a whisper, "What? Klingon? What are au talking about?" he
paused, "And keep it down! Emni's asleep..." Surprising to Rylan, D`Tarik
hadn't sounded like he had been sleeping at all...just startled.
Frowning a bit at that, Rylan explains, "Slight emergency here
erie`Arrain." he stressed DT's rank so the Medical-man would know it's
'offical business', but kept his voice low out of concideration for Emni
just the same, "Do au or Sprink know Klingon? At all?" he tapped off the
combadge, and looked at the Erien standing nerviously beside him, "Try and
get me a visual link with the station...."
"Ie rekkhai..." tr`Ghist bows his head and walks over to the com station.
DT's voice floats back in through the com, "Well...na we don't. Sprinkles
is learning English at the moment...na Klingon. He wants to be a
translator...." there's a slight pause as he realizes he was getting off
track, "Uh...where are au?"
"I'm on the Oria, erie`Arrain..." then adds with a touch of annoyance, "And
having Sprink learn Klingon would be more appropriate for translation right
now!
"Well, he's still learning Rihannsu at the moment as well." DT explained a
little defensively for Sprink, "That would be a bit hard for him. I wonder
if Emni knows any...but I don't know why she would...."
"Ie...well...I hate to wake her, but it *is* rather important we ask..." he
answered with a slight rueful smile. The others on the Oria caught that
smile, and hurridly got back to what they were doing. The Rekkhai looked
like he was makeing a list of people to throw out the nearest airlock.
"Okay...I will try and wake her. She's a bit tired though, so that may take
some work. Hold on...."
Taking the opertunity presented, Rylan taps open a channel to the computer
core. Sounding friendly enough at first, he begins, "I seem to have
reports that the computer systems are working perfectly...."
"Ie rekkhai..." the man on duty responds. Rylan racked his mind for the
name, and finally came up with it: tr`Sorek. "We did. Repairs and
diagnostics are completed as au requested...."
"Uh huh. Then can au explain to me, please, why the station believes that
WE ARE KLINGONS?!"
"Umm....." down in the computer core, tr`Sorek gulped, listening nerviously
to the sound of the erie`Arrain's angrily drumming fingers through the open
comline, "Well, rekkhai....there's na-thing wrong that we are detecting..."
then added hurridly, "But we can do an overhaul of the whole system if au
wish. But...that will take hours..."
"Au do na have hours! If the public news grids are correct, there *is* a
war going on -- *with* the Klingons, I might add! So au better move ninte
ahz! Ssuej'd'ifv?! < understood? >" he turned his eyes to focus on tr`Ghire,
"And get me that visual -- HNAH!!"
At that precise moment, DT -- the only one the crew who would've known that
the light that shone fiercly behind Ry's eyes was not one of anger, but more
one of fear as Rylan hadn't any real experience in this sort of thing --
chose to speak through the comline, "She knows the very basics. She was
going to be a translator before she switched professions and went to
medical. Will the basics help?"
At the exact same time, the core tapped back, "Understood, rekkhai. We
will get the whole crew down here working on over-time."
Answering the core first, Rylan grumbled, "Au better...or some heads are
going to roll!" and hurridly pushed away the unpleasent thought that one of
those heads was probably going to be his own. Tapping back to DT, he
answered greatfully, "Ie! The basics it will have to be! Anything's
better than na-thing!"
"This is an emergency right?" DT asked to clarify, "So we need to get there
as fast as we can?"
Noding his head over at Erien t`Hieten at the ops pannel, Rylan answers,
"Where are au? We'll have the two of au beamed to the Oria."
"Umm...My room." DT admits, "But au may want to give us a seco....." But
before DT can finish his sentence, they are beamed to the Oria. DT's fully
dressed, as he had never slept in the first place. But poor Emni arrives,
looking dazed and still-sleepy, with only a sheet wrapped around herself.
Blushing furiously, hugging the sheet a little tighter, she casts an
embarrassed glare at Ry. "Oh, hann'yyo *very* much, Rylan!"
Finding this funny and trying not to laugh, Ry smirks and waves a hand in
her direction, "Some io get her a uniform..." DT removes his labcoat and
hands it to her, Emni closing it tightly around herself over the blanket.
Noticing that the other males on the Oria were pretty much gawking at the
poor girl, Ry bought them back to more serious matters by suddenly shouting
at the Oria crew in general, "Where is my VISUAL?!" and was pleased to note
they had forgotten the girl and immediately went back to their tasks at
hand.
A second later, as the visual appears on the viewscreen, Ry grins,
"Hann'yyo...." then turns serious once more. Bowing his head to the
angry-looking Station Commander on the screen, he begins respectfully,
"Rekkhai, erie`Arrain tr`Tuhmek, Rhaetelh'Saehne ch`SRR Morrhae'Vnu. . We're experiencing difficulties with our computer system
at the present, and are requesting permission to dock at the station..."
From the back of the command throne Ry sat in, he heard Emni's confused
whisper, "How am I supposed to translate for them when all we say is
Klingon?"
*Good question....* Ry thought silently, then listened uncomprehendingly to
the Station Commander speak in Klingon.
Ignoring the raised eyebrow from the Station Commander as she stepped around
the back of the throne to quietly translate to Rylan, Emni repeats the
message, "He says: 'We will blow au out of the sky Klivam`fvai-a < Klingon
dogs >. Au will prepare to be boarded.'" she paused, as Rylan exchanged a
worried-looking glance at her, "They mean to kill us...." she added, her
own expression mirroring his.
Ry raises a stunned brow at that, "Why? They can plainly see us!"
DT, who had been standing close enough to have heard this, thinks about this
latest development. "Umm...Rylan...?"
"Ie?" his hopeful eyes turned to look up at the Medical man, and noticed
DT's own worried expression.
"Uh...remember....there are holoemitters all over this ship. On the outside
of the ship....as well as on the Oria...." he paused a moment,
"Computer...give us an outside visual of this ship..." The computer screen
immediately displays the Wildstrike....but not as they knew it. The image
of their ship had been replaced with a Trq`Qa class Klingon destroyer. The
entirety of the Oria crew sit in stunned silence. DT, as stunned as the
rest of them, offers quietly, "Unfortunately...I was right..."
Ry's jaw had dropped open as the ship had made it's transformation known.
Pausing a moment as he starred at the image on the screen, he mumbled
"Okay...." then compleates the thought silently, *that explains why they're
seeing us as Klingons....the emitters on the Oria are sabotaging us as
well....* Tapping open a channel to the computer core, he orders quietly
"Turn off the holoemitters. All of them. Pull the plug completely if au
have to...just do it, hnah!"
"The computer in here is rejecting all the commands we give it, rekkhai."
tr`Sorek's nervious voice answered. "We can do it, rekkhai; but the
computer is acting weird. If we shut down the holoemitters, we'll have to
shut down the weapons and shields as well. And there's na reason for this
to be happening as far as we can tell..."
Over the com-system's speakers the Station Commander's angry voice intoned
some more Klingon gibberish. Emni leaned in once more and quietly
translated nerviously to Rylan, "He says we have five minutes before they
board the vessle. If we make io move....he'll blow us out of space...."
"Imirrhlhhse...." Feeling more and more like a scared little kid, Rylan
tries to come up with the correct thing to do as quickly as he can. *We
don't need the weapons or the shields right now anyway. As soon as the
emitters are turned off, they'll see that we're really Rihannsu....I
hope...* Tapping tr`Sorek again, he orders, "Turn it off! Hnah!" then
silently prays to the Elements that the emitters will truely shut off. "And
keep looking for the source of the problem....A virus...A new
program...Anything!"
"Ie, rekkhai." tr`Sorek replies, "Doing so now. It will take roughly ten
minutes for all that to shut down...."
"Au have four. Do it." he shut off the channel and addressed the helm,
"Gonaiih...shut off the thrusters. Don't move an inch. Ssuej'd'ifv?"
"Ie, rekkhai...."
After an awkward, and nerviously silent few moments, tr`Sorek finally tapped
back. "Rekkhai, we did it! We had to do it by litterally blowing that part
of the system...and that will take a while of repair..." he explained
apologetically, "But we did it!"
"Hann`yyo!" Ry grinned, "Appreciated...stand by..." he nods towards the
viewscreen, "Get me a picture of the outside of the ship, hnah." casting a
sly grin up at DT, he adds quietly, "If I can get us docked at that
station...I *deserve* a drink!"
With his arm around Emni, trying to keep the shivering girl warm, he
answers, "Ie. Au may." then adds almost as slyly as Rylan would've
himself, "But why don't au see what Katara thinks of that, first?"
Ry unhappily sighs at that, then brightens again almost immediately as the
visuals of the ship reveal the same old Wildstrike as they're used to.
They're back to being a proper Rihannsu vessel. "Get me a visual communique
with the station, Hanh!" he beams.
The Station Commander's very confused face appears on the screen, "Was this
a test of the Tal`Shiar?" he questions with a raise of his brow.
Rylan grins hopefully, "Wildstrike here...ah...Na, rekkhai. We've had some
problems with our holoemitters and our computer syestem....simple
malfunction. I appologize for the inconvienience we've caused, Rekkhai." he
bows his head. "We'd like to request permission to dock at the station to
undergo repairs and pick up supplies and personell."
"Ie....au may dock. In ten minutes. After we cancel out the Red-Alert." he
pauses, then adds with an angry lift of his brow, "But before any of ninte
crew debark ninte ship, I would like to speak to ninte Leih....or au if he
is unavailable. I want this explained to me."
"Ie, rekkhai." Ry bows his head again, "Io of us will report to au as soon
as the ship is docked."
"See to it, erie`Arrain. In ten minutes, we'll transmit the docking
clearance."
"Ie, rekkhai...hann'yyo. Wildstrike out." As soon as the visual was cut
off, Ry sighs and stands away from the chair, "Gonaiih, wait for the
clearance and coordiances, then dock." he orders on his way to the lift,
reflecting dejectedly on how he was going to explain all this to not only
the Station Commander....but the Leih as well.
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