Fighting Irish

Posted on Tue Sep 26th, 2017 @ 5:00pm by Fleet Admiral Donatella Figueroa & Lieutenant Commander Ezekiel Hill & Lieutenant Junior Grade Shras th'Zarath & Lieutenant Junior Grade Ethan O'Donoghue & Chief Petty Officer Alphonso Phillips & Admiral Ke'gak
Edited on on Thu Sep 28th, 2017 @ 11:30am

Mission: S01E01 - At the Brink of Night
Location: Deck 1 | Bridge

The Bridge was fairly scarce looking with a couple of unknown faces. The rest were relatively new and untested. Cornet Jakku, a civilian observer and participant of an alien exchange program was manning the Communications station. Everything had been relatively silent since the last strike from the Klingon D7 battlecruiser which has undoubtedly pulled back on their punch. It was aggressive, but a warning shot nonetheless.

The Captain had left the Bridge with the Chief Medical Officer and Chief Navigator, leaving the young Ensign Ethan O'Donoghue in charge of the remaining and relief Bridge crew. Coming up as part of the relief crew was the young Tellarite, Andrik Truff. Truff was from the Engineering department and was just an Engineer's Mate. Engineering was a bit busy and tied up without Vic's leadership, but they were able to spare the Tellarite for a little while at least.

Crewmen Truff's hooves clanked about as he exited the lift and too a seat at the vacant engineering Bridge console. He could keep a decent eye on the energy output and expenditure of the starship as well as monitor any damage the starship took. So far they had barely a scratch from the D7 battlecruiser. "No hull damage from the latest attack, Sir," reported the Tellarite

Cornet Jakku added onto the crewman's status report. "And so far not a peep from the foul mouthed Klingon," reported the Trill from the Communications station. "Though his ego may bring him back around to trash talk more," suggested Cornet.

EJ laughed "Mr Jakku keep those sensors trained on that D7, if he wants to have a pop Mr. Jakku then I'll respond in as fiery manner as I see fit, this klingon won't get the better of me," he said as the engineer's mate entered bridge. "Crewman Tuffs nice to have you with us, Glad to know at least our Musashi is still in workable order," he said as looked at the view screen "I wont us to keep that D7 in our sights, if he raises weapons Chief petty officer Phillips, I wont our weapons up and ready to go," he said as he relaxed into the captain's chair.

The Trill's assessment was correct and it wasn't long before the D7 battlecruiser drifted into sensor range again. The Klingon didn't seem all that concerned about his location or be in any sort of hurry. He parked his ship not far from the Musashi and just sat there. Communications silent. Scans would reveal that his shields were up, but he didn't have any weapons trained on the Musashi.

No sooner had the tactical report been stated did Cornet Jakku turn in his seat. "Looks like that Klingon is back," said the Trill as his ear started the chirp and buzz. "Sir, do you want to talk to him? I think he has more to say...." Cornet let out a sigh. "Correction, I'm just getting a recorded transmission. It sounds like... music. If you can call it that."

EJ looked a little puzzled but laughed again "Mr. Jakku its let him play his music, if he decides to talk patch it through," he said as he looked at the view screen. He allowed his mind to wander to the task at hand "Chief we need those shields up," he said as planned his next move he hoped it wouldn't come to fight, but he was fully prepared to go toe to toe if needed.

"Aye sir, shields up." As Phillips tapped the console and produced the shields. "Shield strength at 96.5 percent Captain."

The Klingon battlecruiser simply sat there next to the Musashi in so-called silence, albeit an uncomfortable one to be sure. The two ships were actually fairly equally matched. The Musashi had more weapon launchers, but the Klingon ship was equipped with a disruptor cannon. The ship continued to sit motionless for quite some time and then as if on cue to the music playing loudly over the comm it swung around slowly until they were lined up, face to face. His shields were still up, but suddenly he powered up his weapons, all of them trained on the Starfleet vessel in front of him.

Phillips began ordering weapons in the ship's magazine to be prepared to be loaded at the Captain's request. A good weapons officer or tactical officer could anticipate these orders and be ready.

With the shields up and the Musashi being targeted by the Klingon weapons, the starhip's alert status was at condition red as Captain Figueroa, Sharas, and Doctor Hill exited the lift and returned to the Bridge.

The Captain quickly assessed the situation was not good. "Status report EJ," she said looking to the Ensign sitting in her seat.

"Captain the Klingons are playing some barbaric music,But there parked not to far from us I have shields and weapons at the ready captain" he said as he got up out of the captain's chair "She's all yours again capt'n," he said winking as he retook the helm position.

She nodded at EJ and took her seat. "That damn insufferable racket" she muttered as she let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion and frustration.

The Klingon ship continued to sit there, music blaring, then almost as suddenly as he powered up weapons he powered them down again. His shields stayed up.

Shras took his navigators station eagerly. He looked out at the enemy ship, unable to avoid natural curiosity at what they were thinking. He was distracted a little by the "music" that they were being treated to.

"Helm, put some distance between us and the Klingon battlecruiser. I do not want to listen to this garbage any longer," said Fig shaking her head.

Ethan pushed the the buttons on his console "Aye captain putting distance, at half impulse," he said as he looked at the view screen "That music is more annoying than the stuff my dad used to play when i was growing up," he said laughing out loud.

"Doctor Hill," she said, looking towards her Chief Medical Officer who was back to covering the science station. "Scan the system and locate a moon or planetoid with a breathable atmosphere for us," ordered the Captain.

Zeke gave a sigh of relief when he felt the Musashi's thrusters gently shove away from the Klingon vessel. He didn't want to handle casualties today. Somewhere deep in his mind, he held out hope that the day would be won without a shot fired.

"Aye captain," Zeke acknowledged the Captain's order, and peered into his console's scanning terminal. "There is one moon that's suitable. 95 percent Nitrogen, 4 percent Oxygen, 1 percent trace gasses." Zeke shut down the scanner and turned to the captain, "The atmospheric pressure is low, but survivable for a short amount of time. I recommend we use EV suits."

Hate having to fit into those things she thought, but nodded in agreement. "Well, this is about the only time you will ever hear me ask this, Doctor, but will the Klingons be safe on the moon?" asked the Captain.

"Klingon physiology is almost doubly as resilient as ours. It shouldn't be a problem." Zeke replied.

She nodded. "It makes killing them time consuming" she replied.

The Captain knew that Dr. Samuels and his landing party were not planning on being on Zaran II all that long. However, time was a fragile commodity with an unknown shelf life. Even if all things went according to plan down below on Zaran II, there was no telling when the Klingons would upgrade to a more aggressive action. She needed to prevent them from doing so. She needed to stall. Every little bit she could give them was better for the success of obtaining everything they could from the Zaranites.

"We need to get this Klingon piece of trash to talk," she said firmly. "Mister Jakku, I do not believe normal hails will yield any productive results," she said, knowing that the Trill was about to try and hail the Klingons.

The Captain would rely on her Navigator. "Shras, I need your ingenuity right now. The Klingons won't answer our hails aside from trying to blast that God awful music. I want a means of bringing those shields down without starting a war by firing upon them. Is there any way to disrupt their shields, if only briefly?"

"A Tachyon beam?" Shras said. "Might weaken them at least."

The Captain smirked and crossed her arms as she stood up from her chair. "Tachyons, I like it" she said pleased with the Andorians quick thinking. "Be prepared to blast them with a tachyon beam" she ordered.

"Aye, Captain." Shras replied. "Beam ready at your order."

"Hit them with it" ordered the Captain.

"Away Captain!"

The battlecruiser stayed put and then the music stopped almost as abruptly as it had started and the shields lowered as well. There was quiet for a moment. The Klingon ship was shiny and new and called the QIH Qa'. The name had something to do with savage destruction. The ship itself was rather predatory in its appearance. The primary hull looked like two spread wings of a bird or an insect and the command pod was head-like and round and a long, thin "neck" ran between the two. It was the newest battlecruiser that the Klingon's had to offer, equivalent in size to the Constitution class of Federation ships.

"Shras, tractor beam that Klingon vessel and pull her closer to us," Fig snapped her order quickly.

"Snagging us a Klingon!" Shras said. "Got him, Captain."

Captain Figueroa practically snickered thinking about the probably confused expression on her Klingon counterpart's face. "Chief Petty Officer Phillips, Shras, Zeke... EV suits and meet me in the transporter room," ordered the Captain

Zeke got up from the science station, nodded at the captain, and made his way to the turbolift.

"I need to stop by sickbay." Said Zeke before the door shut.

"Understood" replied the Captain.


"Transporter Room, lock onto the D-7 Battlecruiser's Bridge, and transport Klingon life signs to the Moon's surface," the Captain ordered.

She looked at her young helmsmen. "Reroute whatever power you need, EJ. Expand Musashi's shielding around that Klingon battlecruiser. I don't want them beaming their Bridge crew back up," instructed the Captain.

Ethan smirked his oh so famous irish smirk, rerouting the power needed to do what the captain wanted him to do " Power rerouted captain and the mushai's shielding is around the battle cruiser, the bastards want be able to do anything unless i tap on that shield an capt'n i aint gunna tap on it they can sit look and pretty all they want" he said as he turned a round still smirking.

Fig proceeded to head towards the lift. "EJ, only bring the shields down when I ordered it. We're joining the Klingon's on the moon surface. You have the Bridge, Ensign," she explained as she gave her orders.

EJ left his station at the helm, taking the captains chair once more " If these negotiations go sour crew, were gunna need to get this little lady outta here faster than my father can drink a pint of Guinness, let me tell you now that man can drink" he said as he took stock of the current situation "Helm i want you to tell me the moment the capt'n reaches the surface of that moon and i want us having eyes on those klingons at all times" he said as he looked at the view screen seeing the klingon battlecrusier "Dirty dogs, outta stay in there pen for the love of all things holy if they even begin to fire on us or the planet i want our weapons hot, i'll show em how we Irish fight, no body does rebellion like the irish" he said squinting in an almost evil manner.

Fig simply sighed and shook her head. "After this, Ensign, There had better be Guinness for everyone" said the Captain..