[SRR Morrhae'Vnu, presently near the Empress's time weapon: Oira]
Rylan tr'Tuhmek, Executive Officer, shakes his head and turns to the
Leih. "I can't get a clearer picture of the image rekkhai... That's as
good as it's going to get." Rylan gestures at the blurred time weapon on
the viewscreen.
Rhagarokk nods. "Use the temporal sensors to try to compensate for the
normal sensors."
D'Tarik tr'Rekkohan, chief medical officer, steps onto the Oira,
followed shortly after by Vynnd tr'Khaine, Intelligence Agent.
D'Tarik walks to near the command throne. "Anything I can help with,
sir..." As Vynnd enters, Rylan calls over sarcastically "Good of au to
join us, as au can see we've got company." and glances over at the
viewscreen.
Rhagarokk simply continues to stare at the screen and whispers "We're a
damaged science vessel with a frigate escort... how in the Elements name
are we supposed to destroy that?"
Rylan perks up after a few seconds of typing. "There au go, rekkhai!"
On the screen, the blurred image clears to review a silver cylindrical
monolith of a vessel.
Vynnd nods at Ry, "Ie, whenever either of au desire to see the
information that I found, it's been sent to ninte personal comps,"
pausing slightly to turn to the Leih, "I trust the Hydra is still
tailing us sile...nt...ly..." Vynnd trails off seeing the looming ship
on the screen. "Good question..."
"Well," says D'Tarik, "It's a time weapon, right? Maybe we could use its
own purpose against it? I mean, we are na a weapon, but it is..." The
biologist trails off, feeling a bit insecure in the prescense of the
Scientist Leih.
Rylan simply smirks at DT at replies mirthfully, "Yeah, send it to a
point in time of non-existance..."
"Erase itself from existance?" perks up Rhagarokk, "Na a bad idea, but I
can't see how to accomlish this. As for the Hydra, Vynnd, use an
encrypted channel and hail them."
"It's a time weapon," states D'Tarik, "Au rekkhai know the most about
time travel. It could fire itself into the past or... umm... something?"
Having little encounter with temporal theory, DT begins to feel akward
again.
"Hail sent" calls over Vynnd from the TAG station. The Hydra immediatly
responds with a listing of attack vectors and a plan for the Wildstrike
and Hydra hitting the time weapon.
Rylan raises a brow at DT's statement. "Or... see if we can scan for
some kind of frequency that it uses to do... whatever it is that it
does. Then trigger it somehow, if we knew the time before it was
invented..." Rylan trails off, having caught the biologist's insecurity.
"Rekkhai," states Vynnd with a slight uncertainty in his voice, "They've
responded with attack approaches for both ships..."
"All of these suggestions are good, keep them coming. If we can get more
accurate readings on it's shielding..." Rhagarokk states, then turns to
Vynnd. "They're suggesting a straight assault?"
Vynnd shrugs. "Basically..."
D'Tarik nudges forward to the screen to take a better look at the
target. "Do we know how to fire it? Or can we think of anyway to do so?"
Rylan steps over to the tactical console to get any readings he can.
Vynnd contacts the Hydra again to see if they know anything that the
Wildstrike doesn't but is quickly rebuked by the Hydra. A calm cold
voice comes over the com. "Ninte sensors are certainly more equipped for
this than ours. The Leih wishes to know when au with to begin the first
attack run."
Rhagarokk gives a slight sound of exasperation. "The only sure way I
know to fire the weapon is by being on the Oira," The scientist pauses
to tap a few keys. The screen zooms in on a section of the target.
"Located here. It's almost certainly heavily guarded and very possibly
has the Empress herself there."
D'Tarik immediatly volunteers to go.
Vynnd sighs, not wanting the twisted biologist running around on a
mission Vynnd was running. "We'd need au here, D'Tarik, if we did send a
boarding party."
D'Tarik immediatly turns to him. "If we sent a boarding party au would
need a field medic. Plus, I have an idea."
Rylan shrugs at the Leih's comment about security. "Why na? We're good
at storming castles." A smirk forms on the young man's face. "We could
go, point the thing in the right direction and beam back. Piece of pie."
A not so confident expression appears on Rhagarokk's face. "I'm very
hesitant to send my officers over to the most heavily guarded spot in
the Eastern republic..." However, the Professor's mind began to move at
top speed, and soon an evil grin crosses his face. "Hey, D'Tarik..."
D'Tarik, more than a little worried, says "Ie...?"
Rhagarokk, beginning to accelerate in speech, turns to D'Tarik with a
fire in his eyes. "I read nitne academy files. I believe there was an
incident about reanimating dead spiders?"
D'Tarik, mildly confused, responds, "Ie, it's what got me thrown out of
the academy." Rylan, standing nearby, wonders about what the spiders
have to do with anything, but remains silent being still angry about
being kicked out of school.
Rhagarokk, still accelerating his speech, is talking more fervently.
"Have au ever studied... Klingon anatomy? D'Tarik nods, and putting
pieces together, can't help but grin as well.
"My technique... well, au see, it will work on any dead tissue."
Vynnd can't help but speak up. "Rekkhai, the Leih on the Hydra has
requested to begin the attack run." In order to be more useful, Vynnd
begins performing various scans of the area, in a near random fashion in
his haste.
Rhagarokk bellows "Tell them to wait! Rylan, do we still have that
Klingon cruiser holoshround imagine in our databanks, or was it deleted
after it was accidentally activated?"
Rylan nods and matter of factly responds, "Oh, we have all the old
programs rekkhai. We managed to save them after we purged the system."
Rylan turns to the console. "I've got it here, I can load it anytime
au'rh ready, rekkhai."
Rhagarokk clasps his hands together. "Excellent. Vynnd, tell the Hydra
to load up a Klingon shroud matrix as well."
D'Tarik meekly speaks up, "What do au need me to do, rekkhai?"
Rhagarokk, now extremely excited, begins a string of frenzied speech.
"D'Tarik, have all the Klingon bodies sent to Medbay and have them move
around in any way that au can, preferrably to be activated upon a remote
control. Vynnd, gather up an incursion force. Rylan, make all the
necessary preparations to have the holoemmiters project Klingon cruisers
and also mask ourself as the Klingon vessel we became before."
D'Tarik cocks his head. "I have creative control, rekkhai. Just making
this clear?"
Rhagarokk enthusiastically nods. "Definately be creative, but be quick!
I want as many moving Klingons as possible when I beam them out!"
Vynnd, having completed his random scans, tells the Leih "Rekkhai, I've
run the location through all forms of scanners... Temporal distortion is
high, there are no dechyons in the area and there is a high
concentration of life forms on the ship with the current....empire
fashions..." Vynnd looks up with an odd look on his face then looks
back. "And subspace appears to be fully intact."
Excitedly, D'Tarik activates his communicator and says enthusiastically
"Beam me down to med lab! Along with all Klingon bodies on board!" The
transporter chief, used to D'Tarik's wanting to use a transporter to go
down the hall, mutters "Ie" and complies.
Rhagarokk's brain finally catches up with the situation and turns slowly
to Vynnd. "Who asked for a dechyon scan?"
Vynnd closes the sensor panel and opens a general com. "Attention,
Temporal Assessment Group strikers please report to transporter bay 1
and await further orders." He then gets a sheepish look on his face and
turns to face Rhagarokk. "Sorry, I quickly ran through many of our
sensors. No such thing as excessive information, eh?"
Rhagarokk thinks for a second and responds, "Ie, au'rh right. Replicate
a uniform of an Imperial soldier's fashion for each member of ninte team
and have them suit up in those. Au are definately Agency material... go
now!"
As Vynnd salutes and dashes off the Oira, Rylan asks curiously, "Exactly
how many Klingon cruisers did au want me to produce rekkhai? Just a
few," he asks before grinning, "or a whole fleet's worth?"
"We're going to need to power shields, weapons, and the essentials, and
whatever's left is going into the holoemitters," states Rhagarokk, "How
many do au think we can generate?"
Making a few rough calculations, orignally being trained as an Ops
officer, Rylan responds "If I transfer all available power rekkhai, we
can produce at least four plus ourselves."
Rhagarokk frowns at the inconvienent power problems the ship has been
experiencing lately. "See if Engineering can pull of a minor miracle and
get us a few more. This needs to be a convincing attack force..."
Meanwhile, in medlab, D'Tarik digs through his personal collection of
experiments and triumphantly pulls out a vial of black liquid. Strapping
the Klingon cadavers down, he begins to inject them with the strange goo
and begins fixing shackles so as to control their movements. The
contollers are then hooked through his chronometer.
Vynnd, in transit, opens a line to his assistant Aeris and asks,
"t'Rharin, on ninte way can au please snatch me an Imperial fashioned
uniform for all the TAG members?"
Aeris responds with a quick "Ie rekkhai, consider it done."
Several minutes pass as each member of the crew quickly tries to get
everything in order.
An enthusiastic D'Tarik comes on the com to the Oria. "Rekkhai I got it!
They all move under my controller. They all have to make the same
movements at the same time," pause, "and they're full of wounds, missing
imbs and such and one of them has hooved feet," pause, "Oh, and all they
can do is moan in pain. But it's science at work!" Having a glimmer of
concern mixed with the excitement, D'Tarik leans over to check on Emni's
lifesigns.
Rhagarokk responds with "Good work, DT. Send the controller up here, and
get ready to join the away team." Cutting the com, he continues, "On
second thought, Rylan, join the boarding party. I'll work with the ship
to see what I can do. I might even..." Donalh cringes at the thought,
"shut off my own lab to get some extra power."
Rylan looks happy at this. "With that power, and maybe shut off a few of
the other sci labs, I can probably call up around 12 ships if we push
it." Rylan grins and heads off the oira to prepare for the away team
mission.
D'Tarik, meanwhile, annoys the transporter chief further by having his
chronometer beamed to Rhagarokk on the Oira and himself beamed to
transporter bay 1. The watch lands near Rhagarokk, who unable to resist,
begins piecing together the sparking wires.
Rylan, in the lift, contacts Vynnd over the com. "Pull out the armor and
what not, I'm coming with au." As the doors to the lift close, he calls
"Transporter 1!"
On the Oira, Rhagarokk gets a too smug for his own good on his face and
calls on his personal communicator. "Aemhig t'Shibae, please report to
the Oira for communicating with belligerant Agency ship duty."
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