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.)
OOC: Sorry about not posting. I kept refreshing page 23 not realizing there were more pages. Oops:o
Kran: Good God man!
*Kran regains his composure.*
Kran: This is going to be an interesting story. Prepare to beam Baroan and his crew on-board.
OOC: Kran rarely utters any kind of profanity so Baroan's appearance shocked him quite a bit.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
OOC: Sorry about not posting. I kept refreshing page 23 not realizing there were more pages. Oops:o
Kran: Good God man!
*Kran regains his composure.*
Kran: This is going to be an interesting story. Prepare to beam Baroan and his crew on-board.
OOC: Kran rarely utters any kind of profanity so Baroan's appearance shocked him quite a bit.
*Baroan and his crew beam aboard. He and Oliah quickly make it to the bridge. Whe they arrive, most of the blood is off, but Baroan still has a cloth in his hand and is in the process of finally cleaning his hands.*
Baroan, muttering: These stains will never bloody come off... Huh, bloody. *He now focuses on Kran. He procedes in a slightly British accent * Sorry about my apperance, mate. Had to do an emergancy surgery to save T'Vor. Those backstabbing Breen took 'im from a Federation brig and bloody tortured him. We beamed aboard their ship, and the section was completely empty. Pretty sure they wanted us to take 'im. When we brought 'im aboard, we found a termination device. 'Ad to improvise. Oh, and the fight for the Genorex was pretty gorish too.
Oliah: Sir, you have the accent again...
Baroan: What the bloody 'ell...*He grows wide eyed and coughs. When he talks again, any trace of accent is gone* I'm sorry Admiral. When I get excited and talk in English, I develope an accent. Habit of the years in the Federation Academy in London. Spent some time their to teach surgery and learn more about human culture. I'm blabbering too, sorry.
Oliah: Another nervous habit of his...
Killyah: You shouldn't talk about the Admiral like that, Commander.
*They have a brief star off before Baroan coughs and they snap to attention*
Oliah and Killyah in unison: Sorry Admiral. Forgive us for our disruption and disorderly conduct.
Baroan: Stand at ease.
Geyan: If this get together is over, sir, then I must tell you something. The Breen ship is heading this way in slipstream. E.T.A. 25 seconds.
*Baroan and his crew beam aboard. He and Oliah quickly make it to the bridge. Whe they arrive, most of the blood is off, but Baroan still has a cloth in his hand and is in the process of finally cleaning his hands.*
Baroan, muttering: These stains will never bloody come off... Huh, bloody. *He now focuses on Kran. He procedes in a slightly British accent * Sorry about my apperance, mate. Had to do an emergancy surgery to save T'Vor. Those backstabbing Breen took 'im from a Federation brig and bloody tortured him. We beamed aboard their ship, and the section was completely empty. Pretty sure they wanted us to take 'im. When we brought 'im aboard, we found a termination device. 'Ad to improvise. Oh, and the fight for the Genorex was pretty gorish too.
Oliah: Sir, you have the accent again...
Baroan: What the bloody 'ell...*He grows wide eyed and coughs. When he talks again, any trace of accent is gone* I'm sorry Admiral. When I get excited and talk in English, I develope an accent. Habit of the years in the Federation Academy in London. Spent some time their to teach surgery and learn more about human culture. I'm blabbering too, sorry.
Oliah: Another nervous habit of his...
Killyah: You shouldn't talk about the Admiral like that, Commander.
*They have a brief star off before Baroan coughs and they snap to attention*
Oliah and Killyah in unison: Sorry Admiral. Forgive us for our disruption and disorderly conduct.
Baroan: Stand at ease.
Geyan: If this get together is over, sir, then I must tell you something. The Breen ship is heading this way in slipstream. E.T.A. 25 seconds.
Kran: Well there's no time to waste then. Everyone to their stations! You too Ambassador!
*Everyone scrambles to their stations.*
Kran: Raise shields but don't shoot. Lets see what they want...
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Kran: Well there's no time to waste then. Everyone to their stations! You too Ambassador!
*Everyone scrambles to their stations.*
Kran: Raise shields but don't shoot. Lets see what they want...
*Baroan moves to the First Officer seat*
Baroan: I hope they don't try to kill us. I saw them destroy two Tal'Shiar in under three seconds. It would be a tough fight.
OOC: Now we wait for Jmaster to awaken from his lair....
*Baroan moves to the First Officer seat*
Baroan: I hope they don't try to kill us. I saw them destroy two Tal'Shiar in under three seconds. It would be a tough fight.
OOC: Now we wait for Jmaster to awaken from his lair....
OOC: I have awakened from my cozy nest!
B.C.V. Pran
Helmsman: Sir, we just came out of slipstream.
Sensors officer: Federation starship and genorex detected. They have their weapons and shields raised.
Tran: Hail them. Federation starship, this is the B.C.V. Pran, and you have something we want. The prisoner known as "T'vor" is sentenced to death by Confederate law 12-paragraph 7, subsection B in which it clearly states "Any attack on a colony world(s) is a sign of an act of war". This, thing, destroyed the Breen colony on Pentax IV, and killed 789 million unarmed Breen colonists. If yo udo not hand him over, we will contat the federation and Republic ruling councils, and the results would be, unfortunate. And I assure you, you do not want to antagonise the Breen. Please respond. Pran out.
Helmsman: Sir, we just came out of slipstream.
Sensors officer: Federation starship and genorex detected. They have their weapons and shields raised.
Tran: Hail them. Federation starship, this is the B.C.V. Pran, and you have something we want. The prisoner known as "T'vor" is sentenced to death by Confederate law 12-paragraph 7, subsection B in which it clearly states "Any attack on a colony world(s) is a sign of an act of war". This, thing, destroyed the Breen colony on Pentax IV, and killed 789 million unarmed Breen colonists. If yo udo not hand him over, we will contat the federation and Republic ruling councils, and the results would be, unfortunate. And I assure you, you do not want to antagonise the Breen. Please respond. Pran out.
Baroan: Thot Tran, this is Vice Admiral Baroan. Seeming as the prisoner was captured by the Federation and in process of being transfered to my ship, I do believe we were the ones who originally captured him. We, meaning the Republic, will gladly allow you to have him after we try him. You may try him in your own court, then the Federation in their's. After that, we may all execute him together. Might be a rather nice bonding experience, don't you think?
Baroan: Thot Tran, this is Vice Admiral Baroan. Seeming as the prisoner was captured by the Federation and in process of being transfered to my ship, I do believe we were the ones who originally captured him. We, meaning the Republic, will gladly allow you to have him after we try him. You may try him in your own court, then the Federation in their's. After that, we may all execute him together. Might be a rather nice bonding experience, don't you think?
Tran smiles under his helmet: Very well, when you have finished with this, thing, we will meet you at Dewa III, agreed?
Baroan: It is merely an honor I give to you, to show that I respect you.
*This is accompined by a genuine looking smile and trusting face.*
Tran, regarding Baroan with much suspicion: Warp us out. Pran out.
Scan for mines. Drop a beacon on the ship, tell it to submit this message: Greetings, we are the USS Umbra. Wee have a important Tal Shiar prisoner, worth millions of Latinum bars, and Energy Credits. Umbra out.
Comms, smiling: Yes sir, cloaking it now
*The cloaking device latches onto the Umbras hull, without anyone realising, and begins playing as the B.C.V. Pran warped out.*
Tran, regarding Baroan with much suspicion: Warp us out. Pran out.
Scan for mines. Drop a beacon on the ship, tell it to submit this message: Greetings, we are the USS Umbra. Wee have a important Tal Shiar prisoner, worth millions of Latinum bars, and Energy Credits. Umbra out.
Comms, smiling: Yes sir, cloaking it now
*The cloaking device latches onto the Umbras hull, without anyone realising, and begins playing as the B.C.V. Pran warped out.*
Oliah: I don't trust. But now that you've done that sir, I think we might have some enemies on the to mol'Rihan.
Baroan: I don't know why I did that. I just felt that I should. Anyway, Kran, where do we warp to first, Earth or New Romulus?
Supreme Chancellor Zyrak: Supreme Commander Pror, what is the status of the weapon?
Pror: Completed, sir. We have chosen a test ship, and testing grounds.
Zyrak: And where, exactly, is that? And what ship is it?
Pror: Mars, Utopia Planatia Shipyards, and the ship is the B.C.V Pran. Also, the Federation will think that the Klingons did it, and the only person who would know otherwise is dead, and is on Mars. They'll even see a Klingon Bird of Prey decloak, Klingon warp signatures and Klingon weapon signatures. If they see otherwise, they'll get a faint Tal Shiar signal. If they manage to see through that, some influential Confederate Intelligence operatives on the Federation Council and Starfleet Command, will unofficially brush the investigation aside.
Zyrak: Well, when do you begin?
Pror, smiling: Now, my lord.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: First Commander, what is the status of the vessel?
First Commander Gror: Maximum stus, cloaking device operational, weapon operational and cloak operational. Should we prepare for transwarp to Mars?
Tran: Yes, take us there and engage the cloak.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages cloak, and arrives at Mars*
Mars system, Pran
Tran: Charge the weapon, target the central complex.
Weapons officer Kor: Weapon charged, central complex targeted.
First commander Gror, smiling: Estimated deathtoll is 50,782, sir. 78,986 if we take into account the debris. 79,749, if we take into account shuttlecraft.
127,892 deathtollmif we take into account starships. Complete deathtoll, 127,892 complete estimated deathtoll.
Tran, grinning: Glorious. Charge it, now.
Kor: Charging complete.
Tran: Fire when ready.
Kor: firing in 3....2....1.. Firing NOW!
*A brilliant blue beam slices out of the Pran, slamming into Utopia Planatia. 127,892 people are instantly killed, and Federation starship building capabilities are crippled.*
Tran: Some of the fatalities were some of the Federations best minds. Pity. Helm, get us out of here.
Helm officer Traya: Yes sir, taking us back to Breen.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages transwarp, amongst the ruins of Utopia Planatia. It arrives back at Breen*
OOC: Well, I just made the Breen governmemt, introduced new characters and crippled the Federation. Like it?
Oliah: I don't trust. But now that you've done that sir, I think we might have some enemies on the to mol'Rihan.
Baroan: I don't know why I did that. I just felt that I should. Anyway, Kran, where do we warp to first, Earth or New Romulus?
Kran: We are closest to mol'Rihan so we'll head there first. As long as you keep you promise about letting us try him afterword. Helm, set a course for mol'Rihan. Warp 9.
*The Umbra's nacelles glow as she goes to warp.*
Tort: Sir, there is a subspace transition coming from us on a non-civilian channel.
Kran: What? Who is sending it?
Tort: Unknown sir. Would you like to hear the message?
Kran: Put it on.
*The Pran's probe plays its message.*
Kran: Find the source of that communication now! Check all decks and... Check the hull for cloaked probes.
Tort: Probe identified on the starboard nacelle.
Kran: Alright. Use the transporters to remove that probe.
*The Umbra's transporters activate leaving the Pran's Probe to drift in space.*
Kran: I've had just about enough of these Breen. Helm bring us to slipstream.
Satome: Aye sir. ETA fifteen minutes.
*The Umbra's warp core begins working faster as the ship goes to slip stream speeds.*
OOC: The Umbra's crew has had a lot of experience with cloaking technology. Finding and removing the probe would not have been a problem for them.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Supreme Chancellor Zyrak: Supreme Commander Pror, what is the status of the weapon?
Pror: Completed, sir. We have chosen a test ship, and testing grounds.
Zyrak: And where, exactly, is that? And what ship is it?
Pror: Mars, Utopia Planatia Shipyards, and the ship is the B.C.V Pran. Also, the Federation will think that the Klingons did it, and the only person who would know otherwise is dead, and is on Mars. They'll even see a Klingon Bird of Prey decloak, Klingon warp signatures and Klingon weapon signatures. If they see otherwise, they'll get a faint Tal Shiar signal. If they manage to see through that, some influential Confederate Intelligence operatives on the Federation Council and Starfleet Command, will unofficially brush the investigation aside.
Zyrak: Well, when do you begin?
Pror, smiling: Now, my lord.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: First Commander, what is the status of the vessel?
First Commander Gror: Maximum stus, cloaking device operational, weapon operational and cloak operational. Should we prepare for transwarp to Mars?
Tran: Yes, take us there and engage the cloak.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages cloak, and arrives at Mars*
Mars system, Pran
Tran: Charge the weapon, target the central complex.
Weapons officer Kor: Weapon charged, central complex targeted.
First commander Gror, smiling: Estimated deathtoll is 50,782, sir. 78,986 if we take into account the debris. 79,749, if we take into account shuttlecraft.
127,892 deathtollmif we take into account starships. Complete deathtoll, 127,892 complete estimated deathtoll.
Tran, grinning: Glorious. Charge it, now.
Kor: Charging complete.
Tran: Fire when ready.
Kor: firing in 3....2....1.. Firing NOW!
*A brilliant blue beam slices out of the Pran, slamming into Utopia Planatia. 127,892 people are instantly killed, and Federation starship building capabilities are crippled.*
Tran: Some of the fatalities were some of the Federations best minds. Pity. Helm, get us out of here.
Helm officer Traya: Yes sir, taking us back to Breen.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages transwarp, amongst the ruins of Utopia Planatia. It arrives back at Breen*
OOC: Well, I just made the Breen governmemt, introduced new characters and crippled the Federation. Like it?
Tort: Sir, there is a communication coming from Starfleet. Priority one!
Kran: In my ready-room.
*Kran leaves the bridge for his ready-room. When he comes back his face is grim.*
Kran: Utopia Planatia was just attacked. Most of it was destroyed.
*The Umbra drops out of warp at mol'Rihan.*
Kran: Transport the prisoner.
Ellen: Prisoner transported.
Kran: Good. Set a course for Mars. Transwarp velocity. Baroan, if you want to get off, now is the time. Starfleet says it was the Klingons but I have a sneaking suspicion it was our new Breen "friends." This may end up being quite a long investigation, so if you have other duties to attend to I understand. Do you wish to be left on mol'Rihan?
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Tort: Sir, there is a communication coming from Starfleet. Priority one!
Kran: In my ready-room.
*Kran leaves the bridge for his ready-room. When he comes back his face is grim.*
Kran: Utopia Planatia was just attacked. Most of it was destroyed.
*The Umbra drops out of warp at mol'Rihan.*
Kran: Transport the prisoner.
Ellen: Prisoner transported.
Kran: Good. Set a course for Mars. Transwarp velocity. Baroan, if you want to get off, now is the time. Starfleet says it was the Klingons but I have a sneaking suspicion it was our new Breen "friends." This may end up being quite a long investigation, so if you have other duties to attend to I understand. Do you wish to be left on mol'Rihan?
OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, I didn't feel so well today and just started feeling well.
Baroan: Hmm, T'eal, tell D'Tan the situation about the prisoner, then go with Salia, Killyah, and Oliah to beam to the planet. Oliah, I want you to take control of the construction of our new ship. Geyan, you're with me, I'll need a soilder on my six during this mission. *As the rest of his crew move into the turbolift after the salutes and goodbyes, he looks at Krna* We'll still take you up on that offer to go to the Mirror Universe, but it'll be to destroy my mirror self. He's a threat to this plane of existence. As you can already tell, I'm going with you to Earth.
T'eal: Sir, D'Tan replied. He says they will try him then send him to Earth, but in mention to the Breen he says with the recent suspicon from Kran apon their trustworthiness, they will withhold the prisoner untill the trial is over. He also thanks you for your service to the Republic, blah, blah, blah, and has a medal for you when you return.
Baroan, muttering: Ugh, that man gives away to many medals...
T'eal, as he is leaving: I'm sure he mutters 'that man does to many honorable things, I'm running out of medals'. Goodbye sir. *With a nod to Geyan* Geyan.
*He leaves out of the turbolift.*
Baroan: Well Kran, we should be going....
OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply, I didn't feel so well today and just started feeling well.
Baroan: Hmm, T'eal, tell D'Tan the situation about the prisoner, then go with Salia, Killyah, and Oliah to beam to the planet. Oliah, I want you to take control of the construction of our new ship. Geyan, you're with me, I'll need a soilder on my six during this mission. *As the rest of his crew move into the turbolift after the salutes and goodbyes, he looks at Krna* We'll still take you up on that offer to go to the Mirror Universe, but it'll be to destroy my mirror self. He's a threat to this plane of existence. As you can already tell, I'm going with you to Earth.
T'eal: Sir, D'Tan replied. He says they will try him then send him to Earth, but in mention to the Breen he says with the recent suspicon from Kran apon their trustworthiness, they will withhold the prisoner untill the trial is over. He also thanks you for your service to the Republic, blah, blah, blah, and has a medal for you when you return.
Baroan, muttering: Ugh, that man gives away to many medals...
T'eal, as he is leaving: I'm sure he mutters 'that man does to many honorable things, I'm running out of medals'. Goodbye sir. *With a nod to Geyan* Geyan.
*He leaves out of the turbolift.*
Baroan: Well Kran, we should be going....
OOC: Not a problem.
Kran: Agreed. Helm, transwarp to Mars.
*The Umbra drops out of transwarp next to Mars.*
Kran: My God! There's almost nothing left! How many were killed here?... Contact Starfleet. See how we can best be of use.
*The Umbra receives orders and begins scanning the area.*
Tort: Residual Transwarp signature detected.
Kran: Where does it lead?
Tort: Unknown. It would take at least an hour to analyse the data to determine a possible destination.
Kran: Do it.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Kran: I'm not sure what you will be able to do, but feel free to help the science teams. I'll have the data sent to your consoles.
*Kran types on his console and the transwarp data appears on Baroan and Geyan's consoles.*
Kran: Good Luck!
OOC: At this point ether of your characters can make the breakthrough that reviles the destination to be Breen if you want.
Baroan, muttering: Of course it's when I send Salia and Killyah away it's when science and tracking's involved....
*Geyan looks at the transwarp signature, typing very fast at the console*
Gaeyan: From my experience with te Collective and my station near the Breen during that time, I have seen the rather unique signals the Breen ships emite, and I memorized the pattern of the Pran. It seems that they are the ones that did this.
Baroan, raising an eyebrow: How did you do that/
Geyan: I kept most of my intelligence enhancing implants from the Collective
Baroan: That is... interesting....
Geyan: We should scan for trace amounts of anything, to try and find out what weapon caused this....
Baroan: Good idea. Kran?
Tran: Send a encrypted supspace communication to the Umbra. Hello, crew of the Umbra. Allow me to explain myself, and my hatred of the Federation. 25 years ago, my species, the Vinari, were suffering from a virus. A Starfleet vessel responded, but instead of helping they destroyed every single research lab, into the virus, and killed all of their occupants. 20 years ago, when we contacted the Federation Government, they conviently had a system collapse, and we contacted again. It continued to be number 23791, until it was deleted for being idle. We requested aid, but were rejected, due to the Prime Directive, even though we had Warp capability. Wars broke out, and 923,789,231 people were killed, adding to the One billion people killed from the virus. The Breen Confederacy, however, sent releif supplies, as had the Klingon Empire, although their territorys were far away, the Confederacy being closer. I saw my own brothers, 5 and 12 killed, after 3 years of pain and suffering, due to the Federation. We later joined the Breen Confederacy, and have been prospering ever since. That is what the Breen Confederacy is, a group of people who share a common goal. The downfall of the Federation and Starfleet. Pran out.
OOC: I'm going for a violent and grief filled past for Tran. He absolutely loathes the Federation. Next post will be a flashback for his past.
Tran: Send a encrypted supspace communication to the Umbra. Hello, crew of the Umbra. Allow me to explain myself, and my hatred of the Federation. 250 years ago, my species, the Vinari, were suffering from a virus. A Starfleet vessel responded, but instead of helping they destroyed every single research lab, into the virus, and killed all of their occupants. 20 years ago, when we contacted the Federation Government, they conviently had a system collapse, and we contacted again. It continued to be number 23791, until it was deleted for being idle. We requested aid, but were rejected, due to the Prime Directive, even though we had Warp capability. Wars broke out, and 923,789,231 people were killed, adding to the One billion people killed from the virus. The Breen Confederacy, however, sent releif supplies, as had the Klingon Empire, although their territorys were far away, the Confederacy being closer. I saw my own brothers, 5 and 12 killed, after 3 years of pain and suffering, due to the Federation. We later joined the Breen Confederacy, and have been prospering ever since. That is what the Breen Confederacy is, a group of people who share a common goal. The downfall of the Federation and Starfleet. Pran out.
OOC: I'm going for a violent and grief filled past for Tran. He absolutely loathes the Federation. Next post will be a flashback for his past.
Kran: Good idea. Anything we can find out about this weapon would be useful. I-
Tort: Incoming message from the Pran!
Kran: Tran has the audacity to contact us after this! Lets hear it.
*The message plays.*
Kran: This is not good. I truly hope he speaks for himself however. The Breen Confederacy just doesn't have the manpower to fight the Federation. Even with our shipyard gone our fleet yards can take over most repairs. I need to contact Starfleet. Baroan, you have the bridge.
*Kran walks over to his ready-room.*
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
Kran: Good idea. Anything we can find out about this weapon would be useful. I-
Tort: Incoming message from the Pran!
Kran: Tran has the audacity to contact us after this! Lets hear it.
*The message plays.*
Kran: This is not good. I truly hope he speaks for himself however. The Breen Confederacy just doesn't have the manpower to fight the Federation. Even with our shipyard gone our fleet yards can take over most repairs. I need to contact Starfleet. Baroan, you have the bridge.
*Kran walks over to his ready-room.*
Baroan: Someone track that signal, Geyan look for that radiation, and as soon as we have the location of the Pran, warp to it, at warp 9.
Kran: This is Vice Admiral Kran Su. I represent the United Federation of Planets. The destruction of Utopia Planitia by the Breen vessel Pran is an act of war. If Throt Tran was acting of his own accord, we request that you surrender him to our custody. If he was acting under Confederacy orders, then rest assured that the full force of the Federation will be brought against the Breen Confederacy.
*Geyan turns to Kran8
Geyan, whispering: Admiral, I've completed scans of the wrecage, it's nothing we've seen before. I assume that it was a weapons testing, and by the amount of cover they put on the Pran, they wanted us to assume it was someone else.
Baroan, whispering: Good job, Geyan. I never knew you had such a head for science. Remind me to give you a job according properly to your skills.
Geyan: Thank you sir.
*None of this was visible or hearable by the Breen*
Systems officer: Sir, I think the Umbra is on to us. Should I activate the virus?
Tran: Yes, activate System Virus 398
*The Umbras entire power system offline, with all the generator and backup generators down. It also deleted every file, and every single backups, and sent them all to the Pran*
Systems officer: Sir, I think the Umbra is on to us. Should I activate the virus?
Tran: Yes, activate System Virus 398
*The Umbras entire power system offline, with all the generator and backup generators down. It also deleted every file, and every single backups, and sent them all to the Pran*
Kran: What the? Get those systems back online!
Ellen: Working on it Sir! There seems to be a virus in our system!
Kran: A virus? Damn! The Breen must have infected us with the probe. Satome!
Satome: The virus purge is taking longer than expected...
*Emergency power returns to the Umbra.*
Satome: I have been successful in restoring emergency power. Main power should be restored in five minutes. It is fortunate that the virus was not able to infect our secondary computer core.
OOC: The Umbra has a secondary computer that is normally completely offline which is why it was not affected. It was designed to help fight off Borg threats so it is more than capable of purging any virus that the Breen could send.
Kran: We are going to need some backup. Get me Tol'ina!
*The view-screen comes to life with the image of a smiling Romulan woman in her mid twenties. She appears to be in her quarters.*
Tol'ina: Jolan Tru Kran! How have you been?...
*She looks around at each person's face.*
Tol'ina: What's wrong?
*Kran recites the story of the past few days starting with the destruction of the Umbra-F. Tol'ina leans back in her chair.*
Tol'ina: I'll be there in a few minutes. Oh, and Baroan. I doubt you remember me from the treaty singing at Kitomer, but it is good to see you again.
*The channel closes.*
OOC: Baroan and Tol'ina only met in passing at Kitomer. She was one of the people assigned to general security.
Only one thing is certain -- that is, nothing is certain. If this statement is true, it is also false. -Ancient Paradox
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OOC: Sorry about not posting. I kept refreshing page 23 not realizing there were more pages. Oops:o
Kran: Good God man!
*Kran regains his composure.*
Kran: This is going to be an interesting story. Prepare to beam Baroan and his crew on-board.
OOC: Kran rarely utters any kind of profanity so Baroan's appearance shocked him quite a bit.
Baroan, muttering: These stains will never bloody come off... Huh, bloody. *He now focuses on Kran. He procedes in a slightly British accent * Sorry about my apperance, mate. Had to do an emergancy surgery to save T'Vor. Those backstabbing Breen took 'im from a Federation brig and bloody tortured him. We beamed aboard their ship, and the section was completely empty. Pretty sure they wanted us to take 'im. When we brought 'im aboard, we found a termination device. 'Ad to improvise. Oh, and the fight for the Genorex was pretty gorish too.
Oliah: Sir, you have the accent again...
Baroan: What the bloody 'ell...*He grows wide eyed and coughs. When he talks again, any trace of accent is gone* I'm sorry Admiral. When I get excited and talk in English, I develope an accent. Habit of the years in the Federation Academy in London. Spent some time their to teach surgery and learn more about human culture. I'm blabbering too, sorry.
Oliah: Another nervous habit of his...
Killyah: You shouldn't talk about the Admiral like that, Commander.
*They have a brief star off before Baroan coughs and they snap to attention*
Oliah and Killyah in unison: Sorry Admiral. Forgive us for our disruption and disorderly conduct.
Baroan: Stand at ease.
Geyan: If this get together is over, sir, then I must tell you something. The Breen ship is heading this way in slipstream. E.T.A. 25 seconds.
Kran: Well there's no time to waste then. Everyone to their stations! You too Ambassador!
*Everyone scrambles to their stations.*
Kran: Raise shields but don't shoot. Lets see what they want...
Baroan: I hope they don't try to kill us. I saw them destroy two Tal'Shiar in under three seconds. It would be a tough fight.
OOC: Now we wait for Jmaster to awaken from his lair....
OOC: I have awakened from my cozy nest!
B.C.V. Pran
Helmsman: Sir, we just came out of slipstream.
Sensors officer: Federation starship and genorex detected. They have their weapons and shields raised.
Tran: Hail them. Federation starship, this is the B.C.V. Pran, and you have something we want. The prisoner known as "T'vor" is sentenced to death by Confederate law 12-paragraph 7, subsection B in which it clearly states "Any attack on a colony world(s) is a sign of an act of war". This, thing, destroyed the Breen colony on Pentax IV, and killed 789 million unarmed Breen colonists. If yo udo not hand him over, we will contat the federation and Republic ruling councils, and the results would be, unfortunate. And I assure you, you do not want to antagonise the Breen. Please respond. Pran out.
Tran smiles under his helmet: Very well, when you have finished with this, thing, we will meet you at Dewa III, agreed?
* The word Thot is accompanied by a sneer*
Tran: And why is that?
*Tran glares at Baroan, and is close to ordering the tactical officer to fire*
OOC: Why, exactly, did Baroan let us warp out first?
Baroan: It is merely an honor I give to you, to show that I respect you.
*This is accompined by a genuine looking smile and trusting face.*
Tran, regarding Baroan with much suspicion: Warp us out. Pran out.
Scan for mines. Drop a beacon on the ship, tell it to submit this message: Greetings, we are the USS Umbra. Wee have a important Tal Shiar prisoner, worth millions of Latinum bars, and Energy Credits. Umbra out.
Comms, smiling: Yes sir, cloaking it now
*The cloaking device latches onto the Umbras hull, without anyone realising, and begins playing as the B.C.V. Pran warped out.*
Baroan: I don't know why I did that. I just felt that I should. Anyway, Kran, where do we warp to first, Earth or New Romulus?
Supreme Chancellor Zyrak: Supreme Commander Pror, what is the status of the weapon?
Pror: Completed, sir. We have chosen a test ship, and testing grounds.
Zyrak: And where, exactly, is that? And what ship is it?
Pror: Mars, Utopia Planatia Shipyards, and the ship is the B.C.V Pran. Also, the Federation will think that the Klingons did it, and the only person who would know otherwise is dead, and is on Mars. They'll even see a Klingon Bird of Prey decloak, Klingon warp signatures and Klingon weapon signatures. If they see otherwise, they'll get a faint Tal Shiar signal. If they manage to see through that, some influential Confederate Intelligence operatives on the Federation Council and Starfleet Command, will unofficially brush the investigation aside.
Zyrak: Well, when do you begin?
Pror, smiling: Now, my lord.
B.C.V. Pran
Tran: First Commander, what is the status of the vessel?
First Commander Gror: Maximum stus, cloaking device operational, weapon operational and cloak operational. Should we prepare for transwarp to Mars?
Tran: Yes, take us there and engage the cloak.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages cloak, and arrives at Mars*
Mars system, Pran
Tran: Charge the weapon, target the central complex.
Weapons officer Kor: Weapon charged, central complex targeted.
First commander Gror, smiling: Estimated deathtoll is 50,782, sir. 78,986 if we take into account the debris. 79,749, if we take into account shuttlecraft.
127,892 deathtollmif we take into account starships. Complete deathtoll, 127,892 complete estimated deathtoll.
Tran, grinning: Glorious. Charge it, now.
Kor: Charging complete.
Tran: Fire when ready.
Kor: firing in 3....2....1.. Firing NOW!
*A brilliant blue beam slices out of the Pran, slamming into Utopia Planatia. 127,892 people are instantly killed, and Federation starship building capabilities are crippled.*
Tran: Some of the fatalities were some of the Federations best minds. Pity. Helm, get us out of here.
Helm officer Traya: Yes sir, taking us back to Breen.
*The B.C.V. Pran engages transwarp, amongst the ruins of Utopia Planatia. It arrives back at Breen*
OOC: Well, I just made the Breen governmemt, introduced new characters and crippled the Federation. Like it?
Kran: We are closest to mol'Rihan so we'll head there first. As long as you keep you promise about letting us try him afterword. Helm, set a course for mol'Rihan. Warp 9.
*The Umbra's nacelles glow as she goes to warp.*
Tort: Sir, there is a subspace transition coming from us on a non-civilian channel.
Kran: What? Who is sending it?
Tort: Unknown sir. Would you like to hear the message?
Kran: Put it on.
*The Pran's probe plays its message.*
Kran: Find the source of that communication now! Check all decks and... Check the hull for cloaked probes.
Tort: Probe identified on the starboard nacelle.
Kran: Alright. Use the transporters to remove that probe.
*The Umbra's transporters activate leaving the Pran's Probe to drift in space.*
Kran: I've had just about enough of these Breen. Helm bring us to slipstream.
Satome: Aye sir. ETA fifteen minutes.
*The Umbra's warp core begins working faster as the ship goes to slip stream speeds.*
OOC: The Umbra's crew has had a lot of experience with cloaking technology. Finding and removing the probe would not have been a problem for them.
Tort: Sir, there is a communication coming from Starfleet. Priority one!
Kran: In my ready-room.
*Kran leaves the bridge for his ready-room. When he comes back his face is grim.*
Kran: Utopia Planatia was just attacked. Most of it was destroyed.
*The Umbra drops out of warp at mol'Rihan.*
Kran: Transport the prisoner.
Ellen: Prisoner transported.
Kran: Good. Set a course for Mars. Transwarp velocity. Baroan, if you want to get off, now is the time. Starfleet says it was the Klingons but I have a sneaking suspicion it was our new Breen "friends." This may end up being quite a long investigation, so if you have other duties to attend to I understand. Do you wish to be left on mol'Rihan?
Baroan: Hmm, T'eal, tell D'Tan the situation about the prisoner, then go with Salia, Killyah, and Oliah to beam to the planet. Oliah, I want you to take control of the construction of our new ship. Geyan, you're with me, I'll need a soilder on my six during this mission. *As the rest of his crew move into the turbolift after the salutes and goodbyes, he looks at Krna* We'll still take you up on that offer to go to the Mirror Universe, but it'll be to destroy my mirror self. He's a threat to this plane of existence. As you can already tell, I'm going with you to Earth.
T'eal: Sir, D'Tan replied. He says they will try him then send him to Earth, but in mention to the Breen he says with the recent suspicon from Kran apon their trustworthiness, they will withhold the prisoner untill the trial is over. He also thanks you for your service to the Republic, blah, blah, blah, and has a medal for you when you return.
Baroan, muttering: Ugh, that man gives away to many medals...
T'eal, as he is leaving: I'm sure he mutters 'that man does to many honorable things, I'm running out of medals'. Goodbye sir. *With a nod to Geyan* Geyan.
*He leaves out of the turbolift.*
Baroan: Well Kran, we should be going....
OOC: Not a problem.
Kran: Agreed. Helm, transwarp to Mars.
*The Umbra drops out of transwarp next to Mars.*
Kran: My God! There's almost nothing left! How many were killed here?... Contact Starfleet. See how we can best be of use.
*The Umbra receives orders and begins scanning the area.*
Tort: Residual Transwarp signature detected.
Kran: Where does it lead?
Tort: Unknown. It would take at least an hour to analyse the data to determine a possible destination.
Kran: Do it.
*Geyan nods at Kran*
Geyan: I would like to preform a helpful task as well.
Kran: I'm not sure what you will be able to do, but feel free to help the science teams. I'll have the data sent to your consoles.
*Kran types on his console and the transwarp data appears on Baroan and Geyan's consoles.*
Kran: Good Luck!
OOC: At this point ether of your characters can make the breakthrough that reviles the destination to be Breen if you want.
*Geyan looks at the transwarp signature, typing very fast at the console*
Gaeyan: From my experience with te Collective and my station near the Breen during that time, I have seen the rather unique signals the Breen ships emite, and I memorized the pattern of the Pran. It seems that they are the ones that did this.
Baroan, raising an eyebrow: How did you do that/
Geyan: I kept most of my intelligence enhancing implants from the Collective
Baroan: That is... interesting....
Geyan: We should scan for trace amounts of anything, to try and find out what weapon caused this....
Baroan: Good idea. Kran?
Tran: Send a encrypted supspace communication to the Umbra. Hello, crew of the Umbra. Allow me to explain myself, and my hatred of the Federation. 25 years ago, my species, the Vinari, were suffering from a virus. A Starfleet vessel responded, but instead of helping they destroyed every single research lab, into the virus, and killed all of their occupants. 20 years ago, when we contacted the Federation Government, they conviently had a system collapse, and we contacted again. It continued to be number 23791, until it was deleted for being idle. We requested aid, but were rejected, due to the Prime Directive, even though we had Warp capability. Wars broke out, and 923,789,231 people were killed, adding to the One billion people killed from the virus. The Breen Confederacy, however, sent releif supplies, as had the Klingon Empire, although their territorys were far away, the Confederacy being closer. I saw my own brothers, 5 and 12 killed, after 3 years of pain and suffering, due to the Federation. We later joined the Breen Confederacy, and have been prospering ever since. That is what the Breen Confederacy is, a group of people who share a common goal. The downfall of the Federation and Starfleet. Pran out.
OOC: I'm going for a violent and grief filled past for Tran. He absolutely loathes the Federation. Next post will be a flashback for his past.
Kran: Good idea. Anything we can find out about this weapon would be useful. I-
Tort: Incoming message from the Pran!
Kran: Tran has the audacity to contact us after this! Lets hear it.
*The message plays.*
Kran: This is not good. I truly hope he speaks for himself however. The Breen Confederacy just doesn't have the manpower to fight the Federation. Even with our shipyard gone our fleet yards can take over most repairs. I need to contact Starfleet. Baroan, you have the bridge.
*Kran walks over to his ready-room.*
OOC: This should take a while.
OOC: Why does everyone suddenly think the Breen want to go to war?
Tran, younger, only 12:
OOC: Because you just destroyed Utopia Planitia!
Geyan, whispering: Admiral, I've completed scans of the wrecage, it's nothing we've seen before. I assume that it was a weapons testing, and by the amount of cover they put on the Pran, they wanted us to assume it was someone else.
Baroan, whispering: Good job, Geyan. I never knew you had such a head for science. Remind me to give you a job according properly to your skills.
Geyan: Thank you sir.
*None of this was visible or hearable by the Breen*
Systems officer: Sir, I think the Umbra is on to us. Should I activate the virus?
Tran: Yes, activate System Virus 398
*The Umbras entire power system offline, with all the generator and backup generators down. It also deleted every file, and every single backups, and sent them all to the Pran*
Kran: What the? Get those systems back online!
Ellen: Working on it Sir! There seems to be a virus in our system!
Kran: A virus? Damn! The Breen must have infected us with the probe. Satome!
Satome: The virus purge is taking longer than expected...
*Emergency power returns to the Umbra.*
Satome: I have been successful in restoring emergency power. Main power should be restored in five minutes. It is fortunate that the virus was not able to infect our secondary computer core.
OOC: The Umbra has a secondary computer that is normally completely offline which is why it was not affected. It was designed to help fight off Borg threats so it is more than capable of purging any virus that the Breen could send.
Kran: We are going to need some backup. Get me Tol'ina!
*The view-screen comes to life with the image of a smiling Romulan woman in her mid twenties. She appears to be in her quarters.*
Tol'ina: Jolan Tru Kran! How have you been?...
*She looks around at each person's face.*
Tol'ina: What's wrong?
*Kran recites the story of the past few days starting with the destruction of the Umbra-F. Tol'ina leans back in her chair.*
Tol'ina: I'll be there in a few minutes. Oh, and Baroan. I doubt you remember me from the treaty singing at Kitomer, but it is good to see you again.
*The channel closes.*
OOC: Baroan and Tol'ina only met in passing at Kitomer. She was one of the people assigned to general security.