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I.K.S Khazadh'ea - To Hunt the Hunters

Posted July 15, 2018, 10:03 a.m. by Civilian Captain Khain (Captain of the I.K.S. Khazad'hea) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jessica Vaughn (XO) in I.K.S Khazadh’ea - To Hunt the Hunters The Klingon Bird of Prey sat a few hundred kilometers off of the Federation Star Base known as Outpost 42, quiet, silent and cloaked from all sensors that might have detected her. She was a neat and tidy little ship, her hull plating was dark charcoal and the Klingon Empire insignia stood out when you got a good look at her. Unfortunately, for many that look was also their last as the little warship was the Flagship of House Kholl’s Battle Fleet and said by some to have technology that many of the more well known Great Houses could only dream of. : : When you were a House that rose through the ranks and politics of the Klingon Empire by being willing to carry out missions and tasks that simply didn’t exist you often came by things left lying around that could be put to good use. The I.K.S Khazadh’ea was a prime example of things found lying around that were put to very good use. On the Bridge in the Captains chair sat a man who was very obviously tall and very strongly built, bald, sporting a very neatly trimmed mustache without the other more regular Klingon facial hair and the proud, handsome Klingon face was striking in that over the left eye was a metal eye patch that appeared to have been stapled on the mans skin as no cord held it in place. On this eye patch was the Emblem of House Kholl, two daggers known as Kut’luch, crossed and encased in flames, carved into the eyepiece. : : The Bird of Prey sat here for hours, and so did the Captain. Hardly a word was said on the Bridge of this ship as the crew went about their work, showing themselves to be uniquely well trained, and controlled almost. There were no slurs, insults or threats made, simply each of the Klingon or Orion officers doing their duty and monitoring their sensors. After a time the tall Klingon noticed activity around the docking bay, something that was different to the usual run of the mill cargo ships and transports that made their way too and from the station. Khain had very little interest in these, but when a Federation Runabout made it’s way out of the dock and the communications console beeped its receipt of a message, the Captain pushed himself to his feet and acknowledged the nod from his navigator who was also in charge of communications. : : Unlike many Klingon vessels, the crew of the I.K.S Khazadh’ea wore a very similar uniform rather than the individual assortment many other ships wore. Form fitting black leather armor that was lacquered and layered, shoulder pauldrons covered in light chain mesh and leather gloves with metal reinforced knuckles. The metal trimming was a dull non-reflective silver framing the black, and each uniform wore the sign of House Kholl over the heart and the insignia of the Empire on the right arm. Each Warrior held multiple knives at their side and legs, and a Disruptor pistol at the waist in an easy and quick to draw holster. The Bridge itself was tidy and clean, like the rest of the ship, and the lighting was low and set in a color that allowed the Klingon Warriors excellent vision in all battle conditions. The consoles all displayed heads up information and touch sensors that were far more advanced than a regular Klingon ship, and the entire feeling on the Bridge was one of controlled yet lethal force. : : “Report” came the voice of the Captain, deep and clear, yet without any hint of malice normally found in Klingons of any kind, let alone Captains who had to maintain an image of strength lest their subordinates feel they were becoming weak. The truth was, none of these Klingons would dare to cross the Captain of this ship. “Federation Runabout has jumped to Warp Captain” came the reply, “It left on time, as the intelligence told us.” : : “What was the destination?” the big man said, moving to navigation and looking at the track of the ships warp signature. “It traveled in this direction for a few moments” the officer indicated, “then changed course to this” she brought up the display, the trail showing to alter course significantly.” : : “Destination?” Khain asked, leaning forwards and following the trail with his one good eye. “To Romulus, Captain” the woman told him, bringing up the information on the destroyed Romulan home world. : : “So they were right” Khain said, looking surprised but satisfied, and standing up straight. “Set a course to pursue the Federation ship” he told the pilot, “If they are going to the Romulan home world in a runabout, they will need someone looking over their shoulder. Maintain Cloak, yellow alert” he turned and moved back to his chair, his dark crimson Captains cloak billowing slightly behind him. “And Rae’lnn” he said to the Klingon Weapons officer, “bring me a cup of coffee, Vulcan Mocha, sweet and with cream. Then load the Quantum torpedo’s.” Khain always knew his priorities. : : Sitting back in the chair, he made a pyramid shape out of his fingers and sat in thought as the Khazadh’ea sped through Warp behind the Runabout, rapidly closing on them but staying behind them and watching. If their informant was correct, what they were looking for was going to be very, very dangerous indeed. : : Captain Khain of the I.K.S Khazadh’ea ------------ days later------------------------------ “What are they doing?” came the voice of the ships Weapons Officer, “Why investigate one derelict Romulan ship? It is not worth any salvage and will have been picked clean by Romulan survivors by now, despite the quarantine that Starfleet is breaking.” Khain sat in his chair and simply watched the screen. Whatever the Federation officers were doing had to be important. Intelligence had indicated a very quiet, almost secret mission into the heart of the old Romulan empire, and Khain was interested in knowing exactly what was going to bring them out here. “We will wait and see” he told the weapons officer, “For now, keep scanning and see what is happening. I want regular updates of the state of that ship and the anomalies around us, if we hit one, it will disrupt our cloak so keep watch.” The weapons officer nodded and returned to her console. “Aye Captain” she said simply, her questions falling silent. Captain Khain Captain of the I.K.S. Khazadh’ea

OOC: Posting again soon, just bumping this for myself.
-Dave


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