Kran: (sigh...) I am truly sorry to hear that. This brings all the more urgency to what I am going to say. You see, I think I know how we can get your ship back.
*Baroan crosses his arms and looks incredulously at Kran*
Baroan: I do not know much about engineering, but I am pretty sure that once a star ship is blown to pieces, it can not be brought back....
*Baroan crosses his arms and looks incredulously at Kran*
Baroan: I do not know much about engineering, but I am pretty sure that once a star ship is blown to pieces, it can not be brought back....
Kran: No, but it's mirror is still in one piece. Let me explain. I have been chasing the mirror Kran for five Earth years. Over that time I have gained quite a bit of data on him. One thing that I found was that our mirror selves have been close friends for about the last three years. I don't think that Starfleet or the Romulan Republic would mind if we... "acquired" a ship from the Terran Empire's allies. You may have to retrofit it to your liking seance mirror ships tend to be more tactically based but it would certainly be easier than building a hole new ship. Being part of the Temporal Security Agency I have some... advantages that will allow us to accesses the mirror universe... Of course, if we do this, it will all be highly classified. Please understand, I do not make this offer lightly. Taking over your mirror's ship will not be easy. Nor will it be simple, but I know what it is like to loose a ship. I've lost three to my mirror already. I don't need an answer now. Just something to consider.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Kran: No, but it's mirror is still in one piece. Let me explain. I have been chasing the mirror Kran for five Earth years. Over that time I have gained quite a bit of data on him. One thing that I found was that our mirror selves have been close friends for about the last three years. I don't think that Starfleet or the Romulan Republic would mind if we... "acquired" a ship from the Terran Empire's allies. You may have to retrofit it to your liking seance mirror ships tend to be more tactically based but it would certainly be easier than building a hole new ship. Being part of the Temporal Security Agency I have some... advantages that will allow us to accesses the mirror universe... Of course, if we do this, it will all be highly classified. Please understand, I do not make this offer lightly. Taking over your mirror's ship will not be easy. Nor will it be simple, but I know what it is like to loose a ship. I've lost three to my mirror already. I don't need an answer now. Just something to consider.
Baroan: It is a very good offer, and I will certainly consider it. But first, I think we need to check whether we can repay the ones who destroyed the original before we procure the 'replacement'.
*Just then, they feel the distinctive hum of the ship dropping out of warp. Baroan gestures to the door*
Baroan: Shall we?
Baroan: It is a very good offer, and I will certainly consider it. But first, I think we need to check whether we can repay the ones who destroyed the original before we procure the 'replacement'.
*Just then, they feel the distinctive hum of the ship dropping out of warp. Baroan gestures to the door*
Baroan: Shall we?
Kran: Of course.
*They both get up and take their places on the bridge.*
Kran: Whats our status?
Ellen: We've dropped out of warp just outside of weapons range. We are still cloked.
Kran: Drop the cloke and hail them.
*Kran turns to Baroan.*
Kran: Ambassador, I believe you should be the one to speak to them.
*Kran motions for him to approach the viewscreen.*
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
*They both get up and take their places on the bridge.*
Kran: Whats our status?
Ellen: We've dropped out of warp just outside of weapons range. We are still cloked.
Kran: Drop the cloke and hail them.
*Kran turns to Baroan.*
Kran: Ambassador, I believe you should be the one to speak to them.
*Kran motions for him to approach the viewscreen.*
*Baroan nods and moves up*
Baroan: I.R.W. Genorex, this is U.S.S. Umbra, and also the crew of the R.R.W. Impavadus V, whom you destroyed. I, Admiral Baroan, formally request your entire crews surrender so you may be arrested and tried before a war crimes court. If you do not respond or comply, we will be forced to destroy you. Baroan out.
*He motions for the hail to end*
OOC: If you want, Jmaster, you can respond as the Genorex or I can take over.
*Baroan nods and moves up*
Baroan: I.R.W. Genorex, this is U.S.S. Umbra, and also the crew of the R.R.W. Impavadus V, whom you destroyed. I, Admiral Baroan, formally request your entire crews surrender so you may be arrested and tried before a war crimes court. If you do not respond or comply, we will be forced to destroy you. Baroan out.
*He motions for the hail to end*
OOC: If you want, Jmaster, you can respond as the Genorex or I can take over.
OOC: I'll do Genorex
I.R.W. Genorex
T'vor: Jolan tru, Baroan. Do you actually expect me to surrender? Computer, activate program 39-delta.
*The Genorex dissappears, and is replaced by a Ttal Shiar fleet, consisting of 37 T'varo class warbird, 23 Mogai's, 13 D'Deridex warbirds and 7 Scimitar warbirds.*
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors officer: Sir, I'm picking up a massive tachyon surge.
Tran: Cloaking device?
Sensors officer: Yes, a massive Tal Shiar fleet. They appear to be against the survivors of the ship we rescued.
Tran: Alert the fleet, tell them to engage cloak, and set course to the system, maximum warp.
Helm: Yes, sir
*The Breen fleet, consisting of 23 Chel'Gret class warships, 32 Plesh Breks, 12 Sarr Theln and 2 Breen capitol ships entered warp towards the Tal Shiar fleet, with weapons charged, and shields raised.
T'vor: Jolan tru, Baroan. Do you actually expect me to surrender? Computer, activate program 39-delta.
*The Genorex dissappears, and is replaced by a Ttal Shiar fleet, consisting of 37 T'varo class warbird, 23 Mogai's, 13 D'Deridex warbirds and 7 Scimitar warbirds.*
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors officer: Sir, I'm picking up a massive tachyon surge.
Tran: Cloaking device?
Sensors officer: Yes, a massive Tal Shiar fleet. They appear to be against the survivors of the ship we rescued.
Tran: Alert the fleet, tell them to engage cloak, and set course to the system, maximum warp.
Helm: Yes, sir
*The Breen fleet, consisting of 23 Chel'Gret class warships, 32 Plesh Breks, 12 Sarr Theln and 2 Breen capitol ships entered warp towards the Tal Shiar fleet, with weapons charged, and shields raised.
T'vor: Jolan tru, Baroan. Do you actually expect me to surrender? Computer, activate program 39-delta.
*The Genorex dissappears, and is replaced by a Ttal Shiar fleet, consisting of 37 T'varo class warbird, 23 Mogai's, 13 D'Deridex warbirds and 7 Scimitar warbirds.*
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors officer: Sir, I'm picking up a massive tachyon surge.
Tran: Cloaking device?
Sensors officer: Yes, a massive Tal Shiar fleet. They appear to be against the survivors of the ship we rescued.
Tran: Alert the fleet, tell them to engage cloak, and set course to the system, maximum warp.
Helm: Yes, sir
*The Breen fleet, consisting of 23 Chel'Gret class warships, 32 Plesh Breks, 12 Sarr Theln and 2 Breen capitol ships entered warp towards the Tal Shiar fleet, with weapons charged, and shields raised.
*Baroan chuckles as he looks sideways to the sensors screen, seeing the faint signature of the Breen fleet's cloak and warp.*
Baroan: Hmm, you look slightly familar, Captain T'Vor. Might you be related to Tal'Shiar Operative Hakeev? I do remember him mentioning a son before I executed him for his crimes.
*Baroan chuckles as he looks sideways to the sensors screen, seeing the faint signature of the Breen fleet's cloak and warp.*
Baroan: Hmm, you look slightly familar, Captain T'Vor. Might you be related to Tal'Shiar Operative Hakeev? I do remember him mentioning a son before I executed him for his crimes.
I.R.W. Genorex
T'vor: No. I believe I've stayed here enough. As you can see, we have a Breen and Tal Shiar fleet. You have no chance. Commander Tlarin will take care of you. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: Hail the Tal Shiar fleet. Tell them we've had a slight change of plans.
Tactical officer: Tal Shiar fleet, raising weapons.
Tran: Tell the fleet to raise theirs, as well as shields.
Tactical: Weapons and shields charged and ready
Tran: Target the Tal Shiar fleet.
Tactical: Weapons locked
Tran: Fire.
*The Breen fleet moves into attack positions, and begins shooting the Tal Shiar with blue Disruptors*
T'vor: No. I believe I've stayed here enough. As you can see, we have a Breen and Tal Shiar fleet. You have no chance. Commander Tlarin will take care of you. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: Hail the Tal Shiar fleet. Tell them we've had a slight change of plans.
Tactical officer: Tal Shiar fleet, raising weapons.
Tran: Tell the fleet to raise theirs, as well as shields.
Tactical: Weapons and shields charged and ready
Tran: Target the Tal Shiar fleet.
Tactical: Weapons locked
Tran: Fire.
*The Breen fleet moves into attack positions, and begins shooting the Tal Shiar with blue Disruptors*
Baroan: Kran! Get your men to battle positions and follow the Genorex,. When you have a clean shot fire everything. I want sheilds down so my crew and I can board and take that ship ourselves. We will of course harvest any information we can and then blow the ship up.
*He quickly runs to the turbolift, but turns back*
Baroan: Payr hwi thiich aoi, daehlen
*He enters the lift and went to the transporter room*
T'vor: No. I believe I've stayed here enough. As you can see, we have a Breen and Tal Shiar fleet. You have no chance. Commander Tlarin will take care of you. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: Hail the Tal Shiar fleet. Tell them we've had a slight change of plans.
Tactical officer: Tal Shiar fleet, raising weapons.
Tran: Tell the fleet to raise theirs, as well as shields.
Tactical: Weapons and shields charged and ready
Tran: Target the Tal Shiar fleet.
Tactical: Weapons locked
Tran: Fire.
*The Breen fleet moves into attack positions, and begins shooting the Tal Shiar with blue Disruptors*
*The five Wells class vessels spread out and begin attacking the Tal Shiar fleet.*
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Baroan: Kran! Get your men to battle positions and follow the Genorex,. When you have a clean shot fire everything. I want sheilds down so my crew and I can board and take that ship ourselves. We will of course harvest any information we can and then blow the ship up.
*He quickly runs to the turbolift, but turns back*
Baroan: Payr hwi thiich aoi, daehlen
*He enters the lift and went to the transporter room*
Kran: You herd the man, get us behind the Genorex!
*The Umbra moves in to chase the Genorex and drops cloak.*
Kran: Target their warp drive. Fire!
*The Umbra fires an anti-proton cannon volley at the Genorex knocking out its shields and warp drive.*
Kran: get a tractor beam on them!
*Kran taps his combadge.*
Kran: Ambassador, is your team ready?
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
*The five Wells class vessels spread out and begin attacking the Tal Shiar fleet.*
Kran: bring us behind the fleet.
*The Umbra maneuvers to a position behind the fleet.*
Kran: Target the Tal Shiar flagship. Drop the cloak and fire the anti-proton lance!
*The Umbra appears behind the fleet and fires its main weapon at the Tal Shiar flagship.*
Killyah: Admiral, the enemy's sheilds are down!
Baroan, to the Umbra's transporter chief: Would you start transporting please?
Transporter Chief: Of course, Ambassador.
*All of the one thousand remaining crew transport to the Genorex*
Baroan, to himself: You ready to die T'Vor?*Now to his crew* My faithful crew, my daehlens. It is time to enact justice and our eshae ra'khoi on these feannas. Alhu mnei Shikaen!
*The Boarding of the I.R.W. Genorex starts in full fury, with Vice Admiral Baroan and his senior officers heading for the ships bridge, killing all in their way. Baroan dosen't even touch a gun, using only his falchion to debilitate and disable.*
Killyah: Admiral, the enemy's sheilds are down!
Baroan, to the Umbra's transporter chief: Would you start transporting please?
Transporter Chief: Of course, Ambassador.
*All of the one thousand remaining crew transport to the Genorex*
Baroan, to himself: You ready to die T'Vor?*Now to his crew* My faithful crew, my daehlens. It is time to enact justice and our eshae ra'khoi on these feannas. Alhu mnei Shikaen!
*The Boarding of the I.R.W. Genorex starts in full fury, with Vice Admiral Baroan and his senior officers heading for the ships bridge, killing all in their way. Baroan dosen't even touch a gun, using only his falchion to debilitate and disable.*
Ellen: Baroan's entire crew has beamed aboard the Genorex.
Kran: Good. All right, protect that ship! We don't want that ship to be destroyed before we get them back.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Ellen: Baroan's entire crew has beamed aboard the Genorex.
Kran: Good. All right, protect that ship! We don't want that ship to be destroyed before we get them back.
*Baroan and his senior officers finally make to the bridge, seeing it strangly empty, abandoned apparently*
Baroan: WHAT!? Where is that wort T'Vor?
Oliah: It seems that he escaped, sir.
Baroan: He definitely is related to Hakeev, no one but a relative of that fvadt ahlh could run so well.
Oliah, putting a hand on is shoulder: We'll get him next time, sir. There is no doubt about that.
Baroan, looking at her: I don't know Oliah. It took two years to hunt Hakeev down, and I have a feeling that this one might be as good or even better than him. We might have to put the hunt on hold till we take my mirror's ship. nough though, we must take and destroy this ship. Geyan, crew report.
Geyan: Sir, the crew report that all decks of importance have been secured.
Baroan: Good. Killyah, I want this ship on a self-destruct for two minutes. T'eal, set it on a collision course for the nearest enemy ship where it won't do damage to our allies. Oliah and Geyan, get the crew off the ship. Killyah, that destruct activation is on my command only. I'll help tend to the crew when we get back to the Umbra. I'll contact Kran and tell him where coming.
*He walks to the comm station and hails the Umbra*
Baroan: Kran, this is Baroan. The Genorex has been taken but it's senior officers and captain are gone. I don't know how. We will be beaming over shortly.
*Baroan and his senior officers finally make to the bridge, seeing it strangly empty, abandoned apparently*
Baroan: WHAT!? Where is that wort T'Vor?
Oliah: It seems that he escaped, sir.
Baroan: He definitely is related to Hakeev, no one but a relative of that fvadt ahlh could run so well.
Oliah, putting a hand on is shoulder: We'll get him next time, sir. There is no doubt about that.
Baroan, looking at her: I don't know Oliah. It took two years to hunt Hakeev down, and I have a feeling that this one might be as good or even better than him. We might have to put the hunt on hold till we take my mirror's ship. nough though, we must take and destroy this ship. Geyan, crew report.
Geyan: Sir, the crew report that all decks of importance have been secured.
Baroan: Good. Killyah, I want this ship on a self-destruct for two minutes. T'eal, set it on a collision course for the nearest enemy ship where it won't do damage to our allies. Oliah and Geyan, get the crew off the ship. Killyah, that destruct activation is on my command only. I'll help tend to the crew when we get back to the Umbra. I'll contact Kran and tell him where coming.
*He walks to the comm station and hails the Umbra*
Baroan: Kran, this is Baroan. The Genorex has been taken but it's senior officers and captain are gone. I don't know how. We will be beaming over shortly.
OOC: Doth you like mine wall o' text?
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors offiicer: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird is breaking off from the fleet. Its designation is "I.R.W. Khohlr".
Tran: Let the Republic chase them, if they want us, they can hail us.
Sensors officer: Sir, its course is to "Rator III". He just sent a hail. Playing it now.
T'vors hail: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
Tran: Well then, lets wait until the Republic contacts us. We can probably get some kind of resource from them.
*Tran, under his helmet, looks distastefully at the Romulan ships, both Republic and Tal Shiar*
Tran: And hopefully they remember their own saying.
OOC: What I mean by 'their own saying" is a Romulan saying: "Never turn your back on a Breen"
T'vor: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors offiicer: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird is breaking off from the fleet. Its designation is "I.R.W. Khohlr".
Tran: Let the Republic chase them, if they want us, they can hail us.
Sensors officer: Sir, its course is to "Rator III". He just sent a hail. Playing it now.
T'vors hail: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
Tran: Well then, lets wait until the Republic contacts us. We can probably get some kind of resource from them.
*Tran, under his helmet, looks distastefully at the Romulan ships, both Republic and Tal Shiar*
Tran: And hopefully they remember their own saying.
OOC: What I mean by 'their own saying" is a Romulan saying: "Never turn your back on a Breen"
OOC: Oh, trust me, Baroan dosen't trust the Pran any more that he could throw her Thot on Vulcan.
Baroan, after recieving T'Vor's hail: What? Why would he kill the Tal'Shiar on Rator III. I thought he was with them.
Oliah: He may not be with them, but he did destroy the Impavadus and killed Republic officers. He deserves to be tried by a Romulan Republic War Crimes court, not a Federation court where they couldn't possible judge him correctly.
Baroan: Right. Killyah! Cancel the destruct. Oliah, get the crew to stations and get Geyan and the Marines. I want you to secure all decks. We're going after that ship. T'eal, warp to Rator III and inform Kran of our departure.
T'eal: Yes sir. *Hailing U.S.S. Umbra* U.S.S. Umbra, this is the crew of Admiral Baroan. We are taking the captured Genorex after the her old captain, to Rator III. We do not trust his statement about turning himself in.
Baroan, over comm: You should get out of here, daehlen. Keep your eyes on that Breen fleet though. And never, never, turn your back on them. Tell them to leave, if you need to. Hopefully I'll see you on mol'Rihan for T'Vor's trial. Jolan tru, Admiral.
*The captured I.R.W. Genorex warps out, following the Khohlr.*
OOC: Oh, trust me, Baroan dosen't trust the Pran any more that he could throw her Thot on Vulcan.
Baroan, after recieving T'Vor's hail: What? Why would he kill the Tal'Shiar on Rator III. I thought he was with them.
Oliah: He may not be with them, but he did destroy the Impavadus and killed Republic officers. He deserves to be tried by a Romulan Republic War Crimes court, not a Federation court where they couldn't possible judge him correctly.
Baroan: Right. Killyah! Cancel the destruct. Oliah, get the crew to stations and get Geyan and the Marines. I want you to secure all decks. We're going after that ship. T'eal, warp to Rator III and inform Kran of our departure.
T'eal: Yes sir. *Hailing U.S.S. Umbra* U.S.S. Umbra, this is the crew of Admiral Baroan. We are taking the captured Genorex after the her old captain, to Rator III. We do not trust his statement about turning himself in.
Baroan, over comm: You should get out of here, daehlen. Keep your eyes on that Breen fleet though. And never, never, turn your back on them. Tell them to leave, if you need to. Hopefully I'll see you on mol'Rihan for T'Vor's trial. Jolan tru, Admiral.
*The captured I.R.W. Genorex warps out, following the Khohlr.*
I.R.W. Khohlr/ Rator system
Helm: Coming out of warp
T'vor: Good. Is the weapon ready?
Tactical: Yes sir, should I deploy?
T'vor: Yes
Tactical: Roger that, deploying complete.
T'vor: Fire on my mark. 3...2...1.. Mark!
*The Khohlr fires a green beam down at the planet*
Rator III Tal Shiar central base
Operative: What IS that?
Commander: I don't kno---
*A green light flashes through the complex*
Commander: Oh no, it's Thalaron radiati-
*The operatives and commanders are killed*
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Good work, set course to the U.S.S. Saratoga
helm: Yes sir.
3 hours later:
USS Saratoga
Sensors: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird just dropped out of warp, they're hailing. I think it's the same one that used the Thalaron bomb at Rator
Captain McMarsh: Let's here it
t'vor: Greetings. I surrender. Beam me aboard.
McMarsh: With pleasure. beam him aboard.
Ops officer: transport complete.
McMarsh: Alright, let's get the hell out of here.
Helm: Coming out of warp
T'vor: Good. Is the weapon ready?
Tactical: Yes sir, should I deploy?
T'vor: Yes
Tactical: Roger that, deploying complete.
T'vor: Fire on my mark. 3...2...1.. Mark!
*The Khohlr fires a green beam down at the planet*
Rator III Tal Shiar central base
Operative: What IS that?
Commander: I don't kno---
*A green light flashes through the complex*
Commander: Oh no, it's Thalaron radiati-
*The operatives and commanders are killed*
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Good work, set course to the U.S.S. Saratoga
helm: Yes sir.
3 hours later:
USS Saratoga
Sensors: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird just dropped out of warp, they're hailing. I think it's the same one that used the Thalaron bomb at Rator
Captain McMarsh: Let's here it
t'vor: Greetings. I surrender. Beam me aboard.
McMarsh: With pleasure. beam him aboard.
Ops officer: transport complete.
McMarsh: Alright, let's get the hell out of here.
*U.S.S. Umbra's bridge after the Tal Shiar fleet is driven off.*
Kran: Hail the Pran.
Tort: Frequencies open sir.
Kran: Hello Throt Tran. It seems I owe you my life twice over. However, I'll have to repay the favor some other time. I need to get back to Ambassador Baroan. I owe him a new ship!
*The channel closes. There is a huge spike of energy from the Umbra before it disappears completely. [also note that the five Wells class vessels seem to have disappeared some time during the battle.]*
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Helm: Coming out of warp
T'vor: Good. Is the weapon ready?
Tactical: Yes sir, should I deploy?
T'vor: Yes
Tactical: Roger that, deploying complete.
T'vor: Fire on my mark. 3...2...1.. Mark!
*The Khohlr fires a green beam down at the planet*
Rator III Tal Shiar central base
Operative: What IS that?
Commander: I don't kno---
*A green light flashes through the complex*
Commander: Oh no, it's Thalaron radiati-
*The operatives and commanders are killed*
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Good work, set course to the U.S.S. Saratoga
helm: Yes sir.
3 hours later:
USS Saratoga
Sensors: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird just dropped out of warp, they're hailing. I think it's the same one that used the Thalaron bomb at Rator
Captain McMarsh: Let's here it
t'vor: Greetings. I surrender. Beam me aboard.
McMarsh: With pleasure. beam him aboard.
Ops officer: transport complete.
McMarsh: Alright, let's get the hell out of here.
*Jus then, the Genorex drops out of warp very near the Saratoga. It had come from Rator after dropping there a few minutes after the Khohlr left.*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Channels open sir.
Baroan: U.S.S. Saratoga, this is Vice Admiral Baroan of the Romulan Republic. I request that you hand over the man that just surrendered to you. He has committed grevious crimes against the Republic. He destroyrd my ship, the Impavadus, then attacked the U.S.S. Umbra and a Breen fleet after they assissted me.
*Jus then, the Genorex drops out of warp very near the Saratoga. It had come from Rator after dropping there a few minutes after the Khohlr left.*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Channels open sir.
Baroan: U.S.S. Saratoga, this is Vice Admiral Baroan of the Romulan Republic. I request that you hand over the man that just surrendered to you. He has committed grevious crimes against the Republic. He destroyrd my ship, the Impavadus, then attacked the U.S.S. Umbra and a Breen fleet after they assissted me.
Saratoga
McMarsh: Very well, we are about to beam hi-
Security officer: Sir, he's not in his cell!
McMarsh: What?!?
Security: Forcefield is still active, but there's a device here. It's Breen, sir. It looks like the Breen have him.
B.C.V. Pran Interrogation Room
Tran: Welcome *Tran pulls out a Neural Truncheon, on maximum setting, 4 Cortical implants and a long blade*
*T'vor: This won't be necessary
Tran: Oh, it is. I'm going to learn every little secret you know, and then I'm going to kill you in every way that you fear, and draw it out, and then, I'll give you to the Romulans *Tran places the cortical implants on T'vor, and T'vor begins screaming*
Tran: Only 5 more minutes, until I can kill you.
5 Minutes later:
Tran: Well then, lets have some fun, shall we? *Tran pulls a blade out* I've given up making it drawn out. *He raises the blade into a strike position, as klakons sound*
First officer Vlor: Sir, two Tal Shiar ships decloaking
Tran: I'm on my way. *He turns to T'vor* Next time, I promise.
T'vors mutilated head barely seems to register. His face was a green mess, with long scars and an eye missing.
McMarsh: Very well, we are about to beam hi-
Security officer: Sir, he's not in his cell!
McMarsh: What?!?
Security: Forcefield is still active, but there's a device here. It's Breen, sir. It looks like the Breen have him.
B.C.V. Pran Interrogation Room
Tran: Welcome *Tran pulls out a Neural Truncheon, on maximum setting, 4 Cortical implants and a long blade*
*T'vor: This won't be necessary
Tran: Oh, it is. I'm going to learn every little secret you know, and then I'm going to kill you in every way that you fear, and draw it out, and then, I'll give you to the Romulans *Tran places the cortical implants on T'vor, and T'vor begins screaming*
Tran: Only 5 more minutes, until I can kill you.
5 Minutes later:
Tran: Well then, lets have some fun, shall we? *Tran pulls a blade out* I've given up making it drawn out. *He raises the blade into a strike position, as klakons sound*
First officer Vlor: Sir, two Tal Shiar ships decloaking
Tran: I'm on my way. *He turns to T'vor* Next time, I promise.
T'vors mutilated head barely seems to register. His face was a green mess, with long scars and an eye missing.
Killyah: Sir, the Pran warp into transporter range a while ago, but far enough not ot register on sensors. It's a good guess that if they don't have him, they know where he is.
Baroan: Well, warp to them! T'eal, set coor-
Killyah: Sir, there are also two Tal'Shiar ships in the area.
Oliah: Then put us under cloak. I assume that still works?
Killyah: Yes sir.
Baroan: Then do it. T'eal, hail the Saratoga and tell them where we assume where he is. Then warp to the coordinates. Oliah, get a group of Marines together and for a boarding party.Geyan, you're with her. Killyah, I want you to try and infiltrate and decode the Network and see what information T'Vor had on this thing. I'll stay on board and provide a distraction.
T'eal: Course laid in sir.
Baroan, sitting in the center chair: Engage.
*The Genorex warps out, under cloak. Oliah has here elite squard of marines in the transporter room ready. Killyah works vigourisly at her terminal to hack into the heavily guarded Tal'Shiar system. The ship comes out of warp, seeing the Pran and the Tal'Shiar engage.*
Baroan: Ample distraction opprotunity. We wait till the Pran's sheilds are dow-
*The Tal'Shiar ships fire all weapons on the Pran's front sheilds, disrupting them.*
Baroan: TRANSPORT! NOW!
*Oliah and the Marines find themselves on the Pran, with insulated, but flexible, thermal coats and oxygen masks.*
Oliah: It's damn cold, even with these jackets on
Uhlan 1: Yes sir.
Uhlan 2: Absolutley Commander.
*Uhlan 3 and 4 say nothing as they take a tatical stance watching the corners, ready for anything*
Oliah: Right then daehlens, lets do this.
*They move off through the Pran, making their way to the brig to see if T'Vor is there.*
Killyah: Sir, the Pran warp into transporter range a while ago, but far enough not ot register on sensors. It's a good guess that if they don't have him, they know where he is.
Baroan: Well, warp to them! T'eal, set coor-
Killyah: Sir, there are also two Tal'Shiar ships in the area.
Oliah: Then put us under cloak. I assume that still works?
Killyah: Yes sir.
Baroan: Then do it. T'eal, hail the Saratoga and tell them where we assume where he is. Then warp to the coordinates. Oliah, get a group of Marines together and for a boarding party.Geyan, you're with her. Killyah, I want you to try and infiltrate and decode the Network and see what information T'Vor had on this thing. I'll stay on board and provide a distraction.
T'eal: Course laid in sir.
Baroan, sitting in the center chair: Engage.
*The Genorex warps out, under cloak. Oliah has here elite squard of marines in the transporter room ready. Killyah works vigourisly at her terminal to hack into the heavily guarded Tal'Shiar system. The ship comes out of warp, seeing the Pran and the Tal'Shiar engage.*
Baroan: Ample distraction opprotunity. We wait till the Pran's sheilds are dow-
*The Tal'Shiar ships fire all weapons on the Pran's front sheilds, disrupting them.*
Baroan: TRANSPORT! NOW!
*Oliah and the Marines find themselves on the Pran, with insulated, but flexible, thermal coats and oxygen masks.*
Oliah: It's damn cold, even with these jackets on
Uhlan 1: Yes sir.
Uhlan 2: Absolutley Commander.
*Uhlan 3 and 4 say nothing as they take a tatical stance watching the corners, ready for anything*
Oliah: Right then daehlens, lets do this.
*They move off through the Pran, making their way to the brig to see if T'Vor is there.*
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical officer: Sir, we have boarding partys. Just as we expected.
Tran: Good, let them take T'vor, and beam them off when they do.
*The Pran destroyes the two Tal Shiar warbirds, and engages the cloak*
Tran: Clear the area for any crew members.
tactical: Roger that, the area is cleared, they are heading towards T'vor
Tactical officer: Sir, we have boarding partys. Just as we expected.
Tran: Good, let them take T'vor, and beam them off when they do.
*The Pran destroyes the two Tal Shiar warbirds, and engages the cloak*
Tran: Clear the area for any crew members.
tactical: Roger that, the area is cleared, they are heading towards T'vor
OOC: Hmm, I wonder if you mind manipulated me there, or if you're just rolling with the punches like I am. I'll assume the latter.
Baroan: What? How did they destroy the Tal'Shiar so quickly. Hm, if the Republic goes up against the Confederation, we'll have to outfit every ship with thallaron generators. *Taps comm cutton on arm* Oliah, how you doing?
Oliah: It's damn cold, and I think they purposefully abandoned this section. It's useless, but it should be a shortcut of sorts to other parts of the ship, but there is no one here. We'll keep an eye out for any trickery. And we especially won't turn our backs.
Baroan: Good. Try to see if you find a terminal and accsess the ship.
Oliah: Yes sir.
*Oliah and the Marines make it to the Interrogation room. They see T'Vor*
Oliah: By the Elements. These Breen are sadistic TRIBBLE. Not even you would do this Geyan.
Geyan, whose tends to be queit: Yes, this might even be to far for my impressive gore capacity. We should take him ba- *The Breen Officer transports the group and T'Vor to the Genorex bridge*
Baroan: Well, those Breen certainly want us to have him. I wonder what else they did except the rather extensive facial surgery. Salia, get him to the Med Bay. Fix his face up for court. Call me when is ready for questioning.
Salia: Yes sir.
Baroan: T'eal, uncloak and take us back to the Umbra.'
T'eal: Yes, Admiral.
*The Genorex leaves, heading for the Umbra's location*
OOC: Hmm, I wonder if you mind manipulated me there, or if you're just rolling with the punches like I am. I'll assume the latter.
Baroan: What? How did they destroy the Tal'Shiar so quickly. Hm, if the Republic goes up against the Confederation, we'll have to outfit every ship with thallaron generators. *Taps comm cutton on arm* Oliah, how you doing?
Oliah: It's damn cold, and I think they purposefully abandoned this section. It's useless, but it should be a shortcut of sorts to other parts of the ship, but there is no one here. We'll keep an eye out for any trickery. And we especially won't turn our backs.
Baroan: Good. Try to see if you find a terminal and accsess the ship.
Oliah: Yes sir.
*Oliah and the Marines make it to the Interrogation room. They see T'Vor*
Oliah: By the Elements. These Breen are sadistic TRIBBLE. Not even you would do this Geyan.
Geyan, whose tends to be queit: Yes, this might even be to far for my impressive gore capacity. We should take him ba- *The Breen Officer transports the group and T'Vor to the Genorex bridge*
Baroan: Well, those Breen certainly want us to have him. I wonder what else they did except the rather extensive facial surgery. Salia, get him to the Med Bay. Fix his face up for court. Call me when is ready for questioning.
Salia: Yes sir.
Baroan: T'eal, uncloak and take us back to the Umbra.'
T'eal: Yes, Admiral.
*The Genorex leaves, heading for the Umbra's location*
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical: Sir, the Romulans are off the ship. The termination implant is on T'vor, should I activate it?
Tran: No, let them have a bit of fun. If they try to interrogate him, they'll find him dead though.
Tactical: Yes sir. Sir, I think they might find the implant.
Tran: Very well, activate it. Make it so that it kills him slowly, I want the Romulans to have a chance at disabling it.
*the termination impant activate, and T'vor begins writhing and screaming in pain*
Tactical: Sir, the Romulans are off the ship. The termination implant is on T'vor, should I activate it?
Tran: No, let them have a bit of fun. If they try to interrogate him, they'll find him dead though.
Tactical: Yes sir. Sir, I think they might find the implant.
Tran: Very well, activate it. Make it so that it kills him slowly, I want the Romulans to have a chance at disabling it.
*the termination impant activate, and T'vor begins writhing and screaming in pain*
Baroan: Get me a scanner! Now! *Salia quickly hands him a scanner* All right, let's scan here. A termination implant. No time to move him, brain surgery here then. Replicate some anesthetic, rubbing alcohol, a drill, clippers, and some scalpels. Quickly now!
*Killyah quickly does as he says. Baroan sanitizes his hands, cuts a piece of cloth off his shirt and puts it over his mouth. Salia sits next to him with a washcloth and the tools*
Baroan: Anesthetic.
*She hands it to him. He sedates T'Vor, quelling his struggles*
Baroan: Clippers
*He shaves T'Vor's head*
Baroan: Drill
Salia: The closest thing was a low-level disrupter.
Baroan: It'll have to do.
*He quickly drills off a section of the patient's head, finding the implant.*
Baroan: Killyah, do you have any EMP devices, it might stop it for a little while.
Killyah: Yes sir.
*She pulls a small EMP grenade from her belt*
Killyah: This'll put the bridge on emerg-
Baroan: Just do it!
*The lights flicker as she fires it*
Baroan: Scalpel
*He makes a quick incision, making sure not to injure the brain.*
Baroan: Ready for extraction.
*Salia cuts a piece of cloth off her uniform, putting it in her hands for extraction. Baroan puts the device in the cloth.*
Baroan: Call a medical team to stabilize him. The worst is over. Those damn Breen are getting on my nerves now.
*A medical team arrives and carts off T'Vor to the Med Bay. the Genorex continues on to the Umbra and comes out of warp a short time later.*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Yes sir.
Baroan: Hello Kran. where have you been?
*He slowly smiles and the blood from the fight and the surgery are clear on his uniform, making look like a psychopathic murderer.*
OOC: How do you like that Jmaster. Didn't catch that Baroan was a doctor huh? Brain surgery is easy for a man like him. Fighting and surgery aren't very different to him.
Baroan: Get me a scanner! Now! *Salia quickly hands him a scanner* All right, let's scan here. A termination implant. No time to move him, brain surgery here then. Replicate some anesthetic, rubbing alcohol, a drill, clippers, and some scalpels. Quickly now!
*Killyah quickly does as he says. Baroan sanitizes his hands, cuts a piece of cloth off his shirt and puts it over his mouth. Salia sits next to him with a washcloth and the tools*
Baroan: Anesthetic.
*She hands it to him. He sedates T'Vor, quelling his struggles*
Baroan: Clippers
*He shaves T'Vor's head*
Baroan: Drill
Salia: The closest thing was a low-level disrupter.
Baroan: It'll have to do.
*He quickly drills off a section of the patient's head, finding the implant.*
Baroan: Killyah, do you have any EMP devices, it might stop it for a little while.
Killyah: Yes sir.
*She pulls a small EMP grenade from her belt*
Killyah: This'll put the bridge on emerg-
Baroan: Just do it!
*The lights flicker as she fires it*
Baroan: Scalpel
*He makes a quick incision, making sure not to injure the brain.*
Baroan: Ready for extraction.
*Salia cuts a piece of cloth off her uniform, putting it in her hands for extraction. Baroan puts the device in the cloth.*
Baroan: Call a medical team to stabilize him. The worst is over. Those damn Breen are getting on my nerves now.
*A medical team arrives and carts off T'Vor to the Med Bay. the Genorex continues on to the Umbra and comes out of warp a short time later.*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Yes sir.
Baroan: Hello Kran. where have you been?
*He slowly smiles and the blood from the fight and the surgery are clear on his uniform, making look like a psychopathic murderer.*
OOC: How do you like that Jmaster. Didn't catch that Baroan was a doctor huh? Brain surgery is easy for a man like him. Fighting and surgery aren't very different to him.
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical officer: Sir, they "foiled our dastardly plan", in Earther speech.
Tran, raising an eyebrow under his armour: Good, did we expect anything else?
Tactical Officer: No sir, I would also like to say that the Romulan just met with an Earther ship.
Tran: Then, I guess we should all meet face to, every player in this game. Set course to their co-ordinates, engage slipstream.
Helm officer: yes, sir. We should arrive in 35 seconds.
OOC: I did remember from the early stages, that baroan was a doctor. Anyway, what do you think of my work on the Breen?
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical officer: Sir, they "foiled our dastardly plan", in Earther speech.
Tran, raising an eyebrow under his armour: Good, did we expect anything else?
Tactical Officer: No sir, I would also like to say that the Romulan just met with an Earther ship.
Tran: Then, I guess we should all meet face to, every player in this game. Set course to their co-ordinates, engage slipstream.
Helm officer: yes, sir. We should arrive in 35 seconds.
OOC: I did remember from the early stages, that baroan was a doctor. Anyway, what do you think of my work on the Breen?
OOC: I really do like it. It's interesting and they're definitely 'dastardly' enough, in Earther speech. Can't wait to see what coblivionc thinks.
OOC: Perhaps you can work on establishing more characters and perhaps your own version of the hierarchy and physiology of the Breen (or Breen species, depending on what theory you subscribe to.)
Comments
Baroan: I do not know much about engineering, but I am pretty sure that once a star ship is blown to pieces, it can not be brought back....
Kran: No, but it's mirror is still in one piece. Let me explain. I have been chasing the mirror Kran for five Earth years. Over that time I have gained quite a bit of data on him. One thing that I found was that our mirror selves have been close friends for about the last three years. I don't think that Starfleet or the Romulan Republic would mind if we... "acquired" a ship from the Terran Empire's allies. You may have to retrofit it to your liking seance mirror ships tend to be more tactically based but it would certainly be easier than building a hole new ship. Being part of the Temporal Security Agency I have some... advantages that will allow us to accesses the mirror universe... Of course, if we do this, it will all be highly classified. Please understand, I do not make this offer lightly. Taking over your mirror's ship will not be easy. Nor will it be simple, but I know what it is like to loose a ship. I've lost three to my mirror already. I don't need an answer now. Just something to consider.
*Just then, they feel the distinctive hum of the ship dropping out of warp. Baroan gestures to the door*
Baroan: Shall we?
Kran: Of course.
*They both get up and take their places on the bridge.*
Kran: Whats our status?
Ellen: We've dropped out of warp just outside of weapons range. We are still cloked.
Kran: Drop the cloke and hail them.
*Kran turns to Baroan.*
Kran: Ambassador, I believe you should be the one to speak to them.
*Kran motions for him to approach the viewscreen.*
Baroan: I.R.W. Genorex, this is U.S.S. Umbra, and also the crew of the R.R.W. Impavadus V, whom you destroyed. I, Admiral Baroan, formally request your entire crews surrender so you may be arrested and tried before a war crimes court. If you do not respond or comply, we will be forced to destroy you. Baroan out.
*He motions for the hail to end*
OOC: If you want, Jmaster, you can respond as the Genorex or I can take over.
OOC: I'll do Genorex
I.R.W. Genorex
T'vor: Jolan tru, Baroan. Do you actually expect me to surrender? Computer, activate program 39-delta.
*The Genorex dissappears, and is replaced by a Ttal Shiar fleet, consisting of 37 T'varo class warbird, 23 Mogai's, 13 D'Deridex warbirds and 7 Scimitar warbirds.*
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors officer: Sir, I'm picking up a massive tachyon surge.
Tran: Cloaking device?
Sensors officer: Yes, a massive Tal Shiar fleet. They appear to be against the survivors of the ship we rescued.
Tran: Alert the fleet, tell them to engage cloak, and set course to the system, maximum warp.
Helm: Yes, sir
*The Breen fleet, consisting of 23 Chel'Gret class warships, 32 Plesh Breks, 12 Sarr Theln and 2 Breen capitol ships entered warp towards the Tal Shiar fleet, with weapons charged, and shields raised.
OOC: Here's as showcase of the ships: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryRT0Grzqmw
Kran: Ellie send out distress call Umbra 12! Tort engage the phase-cloke!
*Kran turns to Baroan*
Kran: I want this guy taken out too, but this battle would be suicide!
*Just then a temporal vortex opens behind the Umbra. Five Wells class vessels appear from it and the vortex closes behind them.*
Baroan: Hmm, you look slightly familar, Captain T'Vor. Might you be related to Tal'Shiar Operative Hakeev? I do remember him mentioning a son before I executed him for his crimes.
I.R.W. Genorex
T'vor: No. I believe I've stayed here enough. As you can see, we have a Breen and Tal Shiar fleet. You have no chance. Commander Tlarin will take care of you. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: Hail the Tal Shiar fleet. Tell them we've had a slight change of plans.
Tactical officer: Tal Shiar fleet, raising weapons.
Tran: Tell the fleet to raise theirs, as well as shields.
Tactical: Weapons and shields charged and ready
Tran: Target the Tal Shiar fleet.
Tactical: Weapons locked
Tran: Fire.
*The Breen fleet moves into attack positions, and begins shooting the Tal Shiar with blue Disruptors*
*He quickly runs to the turbolift, but turns back*
Baroan: Payr hwi thiich aoi, daehlen
*He enters the lift and went to the transporter room*
*The five Wells class vessels spread out and begin attacking the Tal Shiar fleet.*
Kran: You herd the man, get us behind the Genorex!
*The Umbra moves in to chase the Genorex and drops cloak.*
Kran: Target their warp drive. Fire!
*The Umbra fires an anti-proton cannon volley at the Genorex knocking out its shields and warp drive.*
Kran: get a tractor beam on them!
*Kran taps his combadge.*
Kran: Ambassador, is your team ready?
Baroan, to the Umbra's transporter chief: Would you start transporting please?
Transporter Chief: Of course, Ambassador.
*All of the one thousand remaining crew transport to the Genorex*
Baroan, to himself: You ready to die T'Vor?*Now to his crew* My faithful crew, my daehlens. It is time to enact justice and our eshae ra'khoi on these feannas.
Alhu mnei Shikaen!
*The Boarding of the I.R.W. Genorex starts in full fury, with Vice Admiral Baroan and his senior officers heading for the ships bridge, killing all in their way. Baroan dosen't even touch a gun, using only his falchion to debilitate and disable.*
Ellen: Baroan's entire crew has beamed aboard the Genorex.
Kran: Good. All right, protect that ship! We don't want that ship to be destroyed before we get them back.
Baroan: WHAT!? Where is that wort T'Vor?
Oliah: It seems that he escaped, sir.
Baroan: He definitely is related to Hakeev, no one but a relative of that fvadt ahlh could run so well.
Oliah, putting a hand on is shoulder: We'll get him next time, sir. There is no doubt about that.
Baroan, looking at her: I don't know Oliah. It took two years to hunt Hakeev down, and I have a feeling that this one might be as good or even better than him. We might have to put the hunt on hold till we take my mirror's ship. nough though, we must take and destroy this ship. Geyan, crew report.
Geyan: Sir, the crew report that all decks of importance have been secured.
Baroan: Good. Killyah, I want this ship on a self-destruct for two minutes. T'eal, set it on a collision course for the nearest enemy ship where it won't do damage to our allies. Oliah and Geyan, get the crew off the ship. Killyah, that destruct activation is on my command only. I'll help tend to the crew when we get back to the Umbra. I'll contact Kran and tell him where coming.
*He walks to the comm station and hails the Umbra*
Baroan: Kran, this is Baroan. The Genorex has been taken but it's senior officers and captain are gone. I don't know how. We will be beaming over shortly.
OOC: Doth you like mine wall o' text?
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
B.C.V. Pran
Sensors offiicer: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird is breaking off from the fleet. Its designation is "I.R.W. Khohlr".
Tran: Let the Republic chase them, if they want us, they can hail us.
Sensors officer: Sir, its course is to "Rator III". He just sent a hail. Playing it now.
T'vors hail: Jolan tru. I expect you want to know why I'm here? I was decrypting the Tal Shiar datanet, and now I'm going to Rator III to kill all the remaining Tal Shiar operatives there, then I'm going to hand myself over to a federation starship. Jolan tru.
Tran: Well then, lets wait until the Republic contacts us. We can probably get some kind of resource from them.
*Tran, under his helmet, looks distastefully at the Romulan ships, both Republic and Tal Shiar*
Tran: And hopefully they remember their own saying.
OOC: What I mean by 'their own saying" is a Romulan saying: "Never turn your back on a Breen"
Baroan, after recieving T'Vor's hail: What? Why would he kill the Tal'Shiar on Rator III. I thought he was with them.
Oliah: He may not be with them, but he did destroy the Impavadus and killed Republic officers. He deserves to be tried by a Romulan Republic War Crimes court, not a Federation court where they couldn't possible judge him correctly.
Baroan: Right. Killyah! Cancel the destruct. Oliah, get the crew to stations and get Geyan and the Marines. I want you to secure all decks. We're going after that ship. T'eal, warp to Rator III and inform Kran of our departure.
T'eal: Yes sir. *Hailing U.S.S. Umbra* U.S.S. Umbra, this is the crew of Admiral Baroan. We are taking the captured Genorex after the her old captain, to Rator III. We do not trust his statement about turning himself in.
Baroan, over comm: You should get out of here, daehlen. Keep your eyes on that Breen fleet though. And never, never, turn your back on them. Tell them to leave, if you need to. Hopefully I'll see you on mol'Rihan for T'Vor's trial. Jolan tru, Admiral.
*The captured I.R.W. Genorex warps out, following the Khohlr.*
I.R.W. Khohlr/ Rator system
Helm: Coming out of warp
T'vor: Good. Is the weapon ready?
Tactical: Yes sir, should I deploy?
T'vor: Yes
Tactical: Roger that, deploying complete.
T'vor: Fire on my mark. 3...2...1.. Mark!
*The Khohlr fires a green beam down at the planet*
Rator III Tal Shiar central base
Operative: What IS that?
Commander: I don't kno---
*A green light flashes through the complex*
Commander: Oh no, it's Thalaron radiati-
*The operatives and commanders are killed*
I.R.W. Khohlr
T'vor: Good work, set course to the U.S.S. Saratoga
helm: Yes sir.
3 hours later:
USS Saratoga
Sensors: Sir, a D'Deridex class warbird just dropped out of warp, they're hailing. I think it's the same one that used the Thalaron bomb at Rator
Captain McMarsh: Let's here it
t'vor: Greetings. I surrender. Beam me aboard.
McMarsh: With pleasure. beam him aboard.
Ops officer: transport complete.
McMarsh: Alright, let's get the hell out of here.
*U.S.S. Umbra's bridge after the Tal Shiar fleet is driven off.*
Kran: Hail the Pran.
Tort: Frequencies open sir.
Kran: Hello Throt Tran. It seems I owe you my life twice over. However, I'll have to repay the favor some other time. I need to get back to Ambassador Baroan. I owe him a new ship!
*The channel closes. There is a huge spike of energy from the Umbra before it disappears completely. [also note that the five Wells class vessels seem to have disappeared some time during the battle.]*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Channels open sir.
Baroan: U.S.S. Saratoga, this is Vice Admiral Baroan of the Romulan Republic. I request that you hand over the man that just surrendered to you. He has committed grevious crimes against the Republic. He destroyrd my ship, the Impavadus, then attacked the U.S.S. Umbra and a Breen fleet after they assissted me.
Saratoga
McMarsh: Very well, we are about to beam hi-
Security officer: Sir, he's not in his cell!
McMarsh: What?!?
Security: Forcefield is still active, but there's a device here. It's Breen, sir. It looks like the Breen have him.
B.C.V. Pran Interrogation Room
Tran: Welcome *Tran pulls out a Neural Truncheon, on maximum setting, 4 Cortical implants and a long blade*
*T'vor: This won't be necessary
Tran: Oh, it is. I'm going to learn every little secret you know, and then I'm going to kill you in every way that you fear, and draw it out, and then, I'll give you to the Romulans *Tran places the cortical implants on T'vor, and T'vor begins screaming*
Tran: Only 5 more minutes, until I can kill you.
5 Minutes later:
Tran: Well then, lets have some fun, shall we? *Tran pulls a blade out* I've given up making it drawn out. *He raises the blade into a strike position, as klakons sound*
First officer Vlor: Sir, two Tal Shiar ships decloaking
Tran: I'm on my way. *He turns to T'vor* Next time, I promise.
T'vors mutilated head barely seems to register. His face was a green mess, with long scars and an eye missing.
Baroan: Well, warp to them! T'eal, set coor-
Killyah: Sir, there are also two Tal'Shiar ships in the area.
Oliah: Then put us under cloak. I assume that still works?
Killyah: Yes sir.
Baroan: Then do it. T'eal, hail the Saratoga and tell them where we assume where he is. Then warp to the coordinates. Oliah, get a group of Marines together and for a boarding party.Geyan, you're with her. Killyah, I want you to try and infiltrate and decode the Network and see what information T'Vor had on this thing. I'll stay on board and provide a distraction.
T'eal: Course laid in sir.
Baroan, sitting in the center chair: Engage.
*The Genorex warps out, under cloak. Oliah has here elite squard of marines in the transporter room ready. Killyah works vigourisly at her terminal to hack into the heavily guarded Tal'Shiar system. The ship comes out of warp, seeing the Pran and the Tal'Shiar engage.*
Baroan: Ample distraction opprotunity. We wait till the Pran's sheilds are dow-
*The Tal'Shiar ships fire all weapons on the Pran's front sheilds, disrupting them.*
Baroan: TRANSPORT! NOW!
*Oliah and the Marines find themselves on the Pran, with insulated, but flexible, thermal coats and oxygen masks.*
Oliah: It's damn cold, even with these jackets on
Uhlan 1: Yes sir.
Uhlan 2: Absolutley Commander.
*Uhlan 3 and 4 say nothing as they take a tatical stance watching the corners, ready for anything*
Oliah: Right then daehlens, lets do this.
*They move off through the Pran, making their way to the brig to see if T'Vor is there.*
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical officer: Sir, we have boarding partys. Just as we expected.
Tran: Good, let them take T'vor, and beam them off when they do.
*The Pran destroyes the two Tal Shiar warbirds, and engages the cloak*
Tran: Clear the area for any crew members.
tactical: Roger that, the area is cleared, they are heading towards T'vor
Baroan: What? How did they destroy the Tal'Shiar so quickly. Hm, if the Republic goes up against the Confederation, we'll have to outfit every ship with thallaron generators. *Taps comm cutton on arm* Oliah, how you doing?
Oliah: It's damn cold, and I think they purposefully abandoned this section. It's useless, but it should be a shortcut of sorts to other parts of the ship, but there is no one here. We'll keep an eye out for any trickery. And we especially won't turn our backs.
Baroan: Good. Try to see if you find a terminal and accsess the ship.
Oliah: Yes sir.
*Oliah and the Marines make it to the Interrogation room. They see T'Vor*
Oliah: By the Elements. These Breen are sadistic TRIBBLE. Not even you would do this Geyan.
Geyan, whose tends to be queit: Yes, this might even be to far for my impressive gore capacity. We should take him ba- *The Breen Officer transports the group and T'Vor to the Genorex bridge*
Baroan: Well, those Breen certainly want us to have him. I wonder what else they did except the rather extensive facial surgery. Salia, get him to the Med Bay. Fix his face up for court. Call me when is ready for questioning.
Salia: Yes sir.
Baroan: T'eal, uncloak and take us back to the Umbra.'
T'eal: Yes, Admiral.
*The Genorex leaves, heading for the Umbra's location*
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical: Sir, the Romulans are off the ship. The termination implant is on T'vor, should I activate it?
Tran: No, let them have a bit of fun. If they try to interrogate him, they'll find him dead though.
Tactical: Yes sir. Sir, I think they might find the implant.
Tran: Very well, activate it. Make it so that it kills him slowly, I want the Romulans to have a chance at disabling it.
*the termination impant activate, and T'vor begins writhing and screaming in pain*
*Killyah quickly does as he says. Baroan sanitizes his hands, cuts a piece of cloth off his shirt and puts it over his mouth. Salia sits next to him with a washcloth and the tools*
Baroan: Anesthetic.
*She hands it to him. He sedates T'Vor, quelling his struggles*
Baroan: Clippers
*He shaves T'Vor's head*
Baroan: Drill
Salia: The closest thing was a low-level disrupter.
Baroan: It'll have to do.
*He quickly drills off a section of the patient's head, finding the implant.*
Baroan: Killyah, do you have any EMP devices, it might stop it for a little while.
Killyah: Yes sir.
*She pulls a small EMP grenade from her belt*
Killyah: This'll put the bridge on emerg-
Baroan: Just do it!
*The lights flicker as she fires it*
Baroan: Scalpel
*He makes a quick incision, making sure not to injure the brain.*
Baroan: Ready for extraction.
*Salia cuts a piece of cloth off her uniform, putting it in her hands for extraction. Baroan puts the device in the cloth.*
Baroan: Call a medical team to stabilize him. The worst is over. Those damn Breen are getting on my nerves now.
*A medical team arrives and carts off T'Vor to the Med Bay. the Genorex continues on to the Umbra and comes out of warp a short time later.*
Baroan: T'eal, hail them.
T'eal: Yes sir.
Baroan: Hello Kran. where have you been?
*He slowly smiles and the blood from the fight and the surgery are clear on his uniform, making look like a psychopathic murderer.*
OOC: How do you like that Jmaster. Didn't catch that Baroan was a doctor huh? Brain surgery is easy for a man like him. Fighting and surgery aren't very different to him.
B.C.V. Pran
Tactical officer: Sir, they "foiled our dastardly plan", in Earther speech.
Tran, raising an eyebrow under his armour: Good, did we expect anything else?
Tactical Officer: No sir, I would also like to say that the Romulan just met with an Earther ship.
Tran: Then, I guess we should all meet face to, every player in this game. Set course to their co-ordinates, engage slipstream.
Helm officer: yes, sir. We should arrive in 35 seconds.
OOC: I did remember from the early stages, that baroan was a doctor. Anyway, what do you think of my work on the Breen?
Thanks, anything you think I should work on?