The Tides of History (an St/Sw cross over)

[sonofccn]

Really?
You know Im'Pec will lose, right? ;)

No he wouldn't because Thanagar will jump out of nowhere and double team James. :)

[Admiral Breetai]

But it will be glorious... :)

can it be anything else?

Really?
You know Im'Pec will lose, right? ;)

No he wouldn't because Thanagar will jump out of nowhere and double team James. :)

with or without his SSD?

[Praeothmin]

With, if he hopes to win... ;)

[Admiral Breetai]

new update gotta keep up with Preao and sonofccn don't I? New chapters up Thanagar tells Klingons of his life and then sings their victory song. Thanagar does battle with the Dominion and the Exterminators return and do something..i hope you'll find awesome

"I remember that battle, looking back on it we were riding high on Thanagar and his charisma we were willing to do anything for him, for Jaxor, for Vindiz in the end for Hertz and Aryas as well"

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Churba-

Weapons fire tore across the battle field as imperial soldiers surged through the streets of one of the planets major cities, Imperial walks marched along the roads creating the image of an army of mechanical titans lumbering slowly towards glory or death or both,. Weapons fire tore across as the Dominion began to retaliate ferociously Jem’Hadar coming from nowhere and stabbing and thrusting with their lances.

Trooper Astor brought his rifle but down smashing the head of a Jem’Hadar soldier who crumbled to the floor, Rich boy was near him firing off a rocket launcher into a building where Dominion soldiers were firing off at them, “how you liking the common slugfest eh Rich boy?” Astor asked with a laugh Rich boy dropped his rocket launcher and fired his pistol at an onrushing Jem’Hadar before picking up a rifle from a dead trooper and forming up beside his comrade. “Oh I guess I can get used to this” he said firing a head shot at a Vorta who poked his head out from a building its brains splattering. This close quarters ground fighting was something he truly didn’t enjoy though he had to admit aside from running from Red Dawn this was the only other experience he had with it. His hands still shook as he fired and he realized he was absolutely horrified, he felt the urge to run back to his ship after all he had been flying since he was a child surely he’d be better suited to the imperial fighter corps? Yeah he could do it run back and hop on and request an immediate transfer; it was alright they’d understand!

But would they forgive him? Rich boy shook his head refusing to allow himself to show cowardice in front of his comrade’s instincts mastered fear and a gloved hand squeezed the blaster trigger which let loose a single bolt that penetrated the eye of a Jem’Hadar taking the back of his skill completely off. Astor nodded and they made their way towards a building “let’s check it” he said then flinched as an ATAT belted fire forward tearing the building down spewing rubble and smoke and debris everywhere, the bodies of hundreds of mangled Jem’Hadar could be seen in the rubble as they advanced “holy Feth did you see that? The bastard almost slagged us!!” snapped Rich boy angrily and turned gesturing an obscenity up at the moving imperial walker which stopped suddenly “uh oh now ya made ‘em mad” Astor said Rich boy shrugged “who cares! I aint about to be shot at “ he said the thick tempered polymer windows “rolled” down and a pilot stuck her torso out, she had dirty blond hair and goggles on her head “hey you got a problem pal!” she yelled “Yeah I’m walk’n here stop driving like an intoxicated Dugg” he snapped puffing his chest out and trying not to check out the pretty pilot “what did you say buddy!” she yelled “I said you drive like a retarded Hutt” he yelled “oh you wanna say that to my face!” she yelled back Rich boy nodded “seven hells of the dark side you bet yer pretty ass I do so step out of that piece of junk and we can settle this like men” Astor honestly couldn’t believe this in the middle of a battle a storm trooper had paused to pick a fight with the commander of an Imperial walker battle group? And she was rising to the bait? He reached up and set gloved hands over his helmet and sighed, when he said piece of junk it evidently offended her greatly “oh you wanna go right now! You wanna go?!” she yelled he could see her own men frantically trying to restrain her from leaping out


Rich boy walked forward “oh what’s this afraid to come out of that scrap he- cut off as he was by a site perhaps just as chaotic and insane as what was unfolding which was the loud and uproarious laughter that came from off to the side as twenty Jem’Hadar dog piled on General Vindiz their bodies pinning him against the foot of the gigantic walker, he was laughing even as he head butted one and then threw him against two more, a blade meant for him severed the white from the throat of one and cut another completely in half. Vindiz slid out of the mound of sentient and stabbed one in the back kicking him onto the pile then opening fire with a gun he finished them off, turning he eyed the scene unfolding before him as though he had just taken note of it, Astor noticed the Manadalorien was bloody and messy his uniform covered in white and other fluids from fallen Dominion soldiers and he gave them all a half crazed grin “don’t worry kids. There are more” he said with a demented tone in his voice, Astor and Rich boy turned opening fire on the on rushing soldiers taking down several waves as they ran forward “hey Astor” he called “yeah buddy?”

“I ’ma marry that girl man” Rich boy told Astor as a poloron bolt zipped past their heads and impacted onto the leg of the marching giant. “Yeah, yeah cram it lover boy we got a crazy general to protect” he said

Churba orbit

The Divine wind shook furiously at the onslaught of the Dominion vessels that exited slipstream, they had come out at the maximum edge of their own range and began reigning fire down furiously at his vessels “Order ISD battlegrounds 5 and 6 to fall in line we’re heading straight through to the bastard” he roared, damn he thought he didn’t expect several of these massive cruisers so close when they were so over extended, and the commander whoever it was, was fighting smart and fighting hard, the wind roared into life and began moving the giant ship at speeds that were prior thought impossible their enemy backed up just enough to remain out of her weapons range , this ended when the Wind caught up beam weapons and missiles tore towards the attacking vessels, smoke and fire erupted from the lead Dominion ship.

Brotar watched as the giant began to move “again “he ordered and once again at maximum impulse the vessel moved back again leaving weapons range “estimated time until they are again in range?” he asked “ten seconds” a Vorta replied he nodded “drop shields and transport me to the fortress” he said and then eyed them “this one is a brute but that brutality conceals cleverness he’ll discover your plan act soon” he said as the transporter beam enveloped him.

…..

Maniac was for the first time since he had been saddled with these rookies impressed and a little bit worried Farm Girl had to be barely 15 pretending to be the legal age and the little maniac had dove between two on coming bugs and gotten them to crash into each other and now she was doing something even he wouldn’t consider in a million years. She dove between weapons platforms having dumped her missile pay load right into the sensors and shields of one of the medium sized Dominion cruisers which was not enraged and chasing her the entire time she was laughing like a kid on some simulated ride “ah Feth Iceman follow her” “umm what did I do wrong?” “Just do it” Iceman shook his head and took off after the two “listen farm girl what you want to do is turn yourself around and head for the big guns on those imperial star destroyers”

“What and get myself shot up by auto cannons? Oh no way “ she said “damn runt if you continue on your current path you *will* be shot to death by autos” he yelled, “wanna bet” she asked grinning maniacally as she drove down the vessel following firing enraged and Iceman began to see the method in her madness the frantic and blind spraying of her enemies weapons were knocking out or damaging or suppressing the fire coming from the attacking automated defense systems, she kept her course edging dangerously towards one of the production stations in lower orbit “Farm girl..” “what was it you said about becoming an ace we had to kill at least five cap ships on our own?” she grinned and at the last minute pulled up the Dominion vessel turned barely with enough time and rammed it’s nacelle into the side of the station ripping it off and causing a violent explosion that tore apart the vessel knocked Farm girls TIE through space and obliterated the shielding on the station which began to burn and explode

Iceman shook his head dumb kid he thought then looked up noting she had gotten her fighter under control and zoomed up flying so that her cock pit met his own, he grinned at her crazy smiling ‘you know back in my day we had to wear helmets and space suits and there’s no way you’d of been able to get control” “yeah, yeah and you had to walk miles to school in the snow so gramps” she teased “what do I get for killing a bunch of autos, a cruiser and station” she said Iceman grinned “well I think maybe I’ll let you go to bed an hour later tonight and maybe a couple more hours of holodrama” “oh harr, harr sir very funny” she said and they both took off towards another station

Big Boy got on the comm “Grand Admiral Thanagar says the station is falling into orbit and is gonna impact on an area of the planet with a heavy concentration of Dominion defenses and soldiers” he said “so” Farm Girl intoned “what do I get for killing an enemy legion half the planetary defense gird a cruiser and a station”

“Gee thanks big boy now we’re never gonna live this down” Iceman replied

“Not true” Cushion said “one of us just needs to do something even crazier”

“Heard that little brother” butcher intoned with a laugh “only good bug is a dead bug!”
“Exterminators roll out” Ordered maniac as they all took off towards new targets

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Divine wind

Thanagar grinned “ah those little bastards” he said “they had to outdo me huh?” he laughed he was going to have to do something even more insane to put these impudent pups in their place. He eyed the three massive cruisers who darted back a few thousand miles every time The Wind came into range and leaned back “they’re playing” he said “trying to get us away from the rest of the fleet” he laughed “the lead one all messed up she’s gonna try and pull an Antarez” he said one of his aids turned eying him “we need to stop him but how?”

Thanagar thought about it “Calculate a micro jump I want to come up behind them and hit all three with a full broad side” two aids frowned and looked at each was this even possible? No one had ever micro jumped with something as massive as an SSD was this even possible?


Haserian – same time

The darkness began to fade and Aryas seemed to smile as soft white numbness greeted him the feeling of waking up after a long nap, he sighed still groggy and unsure of his whereabouts moved to stretch and felt pain like he had never felt in his life and that quickly brought him back to reality, which was weapons fire burnt plastics and burning metal , he looked to his side and saw other wounded he also saw dead the fire fight continuing in intensity, Aryas sat up and wheezed in agony “Sir I wouldn’t that thing broke your color bone and almost cut your arm off behind the shoulder” Aryas paled! That was right the Ursoid had assaulted himself and Cronus! The stoic giant who had resembled a larger version of the clone troopers was kind to him in a brutally honest way, and he had passed out and let his second fight? Turning in the direction of what he thought was frantic clanging of metal he saw Cronus with a Jem’Hadar lance dueling the giant bear, Aryas leapt to his feet bloody and nauseous he ran towards his second pulling out a dagger of his own and lunging it into the beasts side between a spot on his armor lacerating a kidney and tearing up flesh, the beast roared and then turned to attack him an exhausted Cronus used the moment to lung forward stabbing the beast in the groin then slashing up

There was a loud animalistic moan then silence and then the spilling of fluids and soft flesh as Torkath was disemboweled by the ferocious and desperate attack that felled the gigantic commander. Aryas nodded blood oozing out of his wound again “are you well” Cronus rose “you are not” Aryas nodded falling to one knee trying not to pass out as medics swarmed him along with the rest of the wounded and the dying.

Aboard the Resolute Hertz stood watching the fires that burned in space, this was too easy, either the Dominion sensors were faulty or they were arrogantly unprepared. Either way it revealed to him two interesting weaknesses, “any word from Commander Pyrex?’ he asked one of his aids nodded “they’re returning from the surface it’s deserted no life not even animals just everything they need to produce white” Hertz nodded “order the fleet to form up around me we’re going to bombard the surface with Turbo laser fire for the next several hours” he said “sir you’re going too?’ He nodded “get me fleet wide” he said

Hertz stood up “it has come to our attention that the planet contains the various critical elements, needed to produce Ketracel white” he said grimly “I am going to avoid issuing this order as often as possible but it is vital now” he said “I am officially ordering a Base Delta Zero” he said “we’ll commence in exactly one hour”

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As Brotar appeared inside the fortress he was greeted by two things he was all too familiar with. Roaring explosions outside as Imperial soldiers began ripping through the defenses and were moving to storm the castle, the second (and the one that pleased him the most) was the ceaseless screaming as Iyun was flayed alive by furious Jem’Hadar. Brotar nodded ‘see that he lives long enough for the imperials to storm the keep use what is left of him as a meat shield” he said walking passed First Tenon who nodded “I will hold them here, they will not pass” Brotar nodded “the living gods are honored by your service first Tenon “he said “We serve the founders in all things General Brotar” he said as he dispensed the last of the white to his men and readied his lance and rifle

Brotar walked out of the keep ascending the stares of a castle older than his people had been space faring, moving towards the central tower which stood peerless above a great wall four hundred meters thick. Inside the tower was the main transceiver of the Dominion for the sector it contained all the communications and codes twenty Jem’Hadar honored elders flanked him on his right another group on his left “none shall pass us” he said “and when enough of us have died, we destroy it”

“Victory is life”

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[Admiral Breetai]

"How many of them we can we make Die!" unknown Scottish soldier



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Slipstream heading towards Im’pec and his flag ship – one hour earlier

Grand Admiral Guylos sat down at the feasting hall listening to the Klingon warriors as they ate and drank and told stories and jokes; they were jovial, though the situation was impossibly grim outside they still made merriment and Guylos smirked he could understand the appeal these people had, a soldier a culture of soldiers. He dug into his food eating the large squirming worms and not flinching at the horrid taste, which caused some of the Klingons to laugh “you do not shy from our cuisine” an older fatter one said laughing Guylos shook his head “I have eaten worse “

They all laughed “find that hard to believe?” Guylos asked “not that” he turned eying Toq who entered now nodding “you are very wealthy and an aristocrat yes? They find it hard to believe you’ve eaten worse” he said “rich children of human origin” he teased Guylos laughed and then took a spoon full blood pudding and eating it “and what would they know” he said grinning “there was a great war twenty years ago my father didn’t like that I went to war he cut me off I served as a commoner all the way until I made Admiral I earned back my family prestige” he said winking

“Oh?” he asked they all seemed interested in the remark. Guylos nodded “myself and Grand Admiral Thanagar and Gilad Pellaeon all served under the same masters at one time or another” he said “who were they?” Toq asked and Guylos thought about it as if the memory was bitter “my direct master was a man named Yoda” he said “a Jedi and the Grand Master of the order” “was he an honorable leader?” asked Toq “yes, and powerful perhaps the strongest being in the entire galaxy” he said there cheers and grumbles as though he excited the crowd “he was a being of pure light radiant like a star but small and seemingly frail easily underestimated” he nodded sipping some blood wine “a mistake many of his enemies made” he said they all smiled and nodded “he taught me duty and honor but that it was not your personal honor that mattered but that your obligations were to your friends and family, then to your people then your planet then to your galaxy and you formed a great series of circles intertwining them all protecting them all”

Toq nodded “he sounds like a scholar” “was one and a peace maker and a war master, he died though” he said they all seemed shocked at that “his greatest enemy and rival killed him in a great battle it was said” ‘and did you try to avenge him”

“no, we ended up in service of his killer us all “he said bitterly Toq nodded and rose up “it is time to view the footage of this great and glorious battle” he said they all nodded and gathered around the Grand Admiral as they drank and began to watch documentation of the battle, every now and again a Klingon would ask him a question, many lamented that there was no ground combat footage. Guylos explained the tactics as best he could without weakening or betraying imperial fight doctrine, they seemed eager when they found something they thought was wrong or flawed they would explain and offer a counter, it seemed everyone in this room was a seasoned Veteran even the youngest who had to be the age of his youngest sons if that. Guylos watched as men roared in approval when a particular tactic was used and when unconventional or odd they would grunt and gaze pensively at the screen or discuss its use amongst themselves, only Captain Toq kept quiet taking it all in and listening to the views of his men at the same time. When Napa killed himself in battle and created a burning path of destruction they cheered and roared in respect and then Admiral Antarez set himself a burning stairway to heaven fashioned out of the burning Dominion corpses.

Silence complete and utter silence “Bagh-Dah-Tuh-Mogh ‘he began his voice struck awe his eyes wide at the ended reel and the frozen image others began to pound on the table another young one joined him “Chojah Doh rHo” came the replying chant

Toq rose and in a calm but powerful voice “yIjah. Qey. oH, yIjah Qey oH yIjah, Qey' 'oH” at this they all rose and began to chant in a powerful and deeply emotional voice the reply” majaq. 'o' tugh” soon the entire crew was beginning to sing the song seemed deep and meaningful especially to the Captain who sang it and slapped Guylos shoulder, soon they were all enveloped in song honoring the dead and Guylos soon found himself lost in song singing along himself to honor the fallen heroes of the empire

Churba present time

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Fire erupted as missiles smashed into the fortress wall the explosion sundering massive chunks of rock which sprayed out collapsing down on the Dominion forces which stood fanatically outside bravely defending the territory of their gods. Astor lead the first wave of attack he was backed by smaller imperial walkers and speeders which darted along firing frantically at the on rushing suicidal dominion, near Rich boy an imperial walker exploded violently as Dominion forces began firing down at their position from the massive hundred story wall. Furiously Astor cursed and grabbed a shoulder mounted rocket firing it off he watched as it barreled towards the target only to be knocked out of the sky by desperate Dominion fire, another rocket was taken out by a Jem’Hadar literally throwing himself off the wall and onto the incoming rocket detonated it prematurely.

Legions clashed with Legions outside the wall in a vicious and messy affair that raged around the old fortress as though it were some ancient and glorious battle between pre industrial armies. Vindiz was there slaughtering Jem’Hadar with his great blades and utterly maddening blood lust laughing like a demented lunatic the whole time. Several times he broke formation wading deep into the enemies lines unsupervised and Astor was sure the man would be killed but each time he survived and returned one time throwing the head of a Jem’Hadar into the fray of battle and shouting a crude and ancient Mando curse in his forgotten tongue.

Astor wasn’t sure how long they could keep this up, the larger walkers could not move any closer due to the narrow road ways and the smaller ones were shot to pieces by the men on the wall, it gave all appearances of a possible failed siege which meant disappointing and enraging the Ram which no one wanted to do. So Thanagars brawlers threw themselves into the fight against redoubling their attack the viciousness catching even the formidable Jem’Hadar off guard, they fell backwards but the thickness of the great doors held and it became essentially a slaughtering ground once more, only three hours had passed since the start of the battle and already Astor and Rich boy were wading in muck and mire the churning sludge made of blood white and dirt created a muck almost knee deep soon they would have to give.

Then out of skies came a loud buzzing sound and they all raised their heads and saw the oncoming fighters the regalia on the shiny craft glittering in the sun, the imperial exterminators descending from their mad battles on high once against to help purge the great infestation opened fire and with a sickening thug the great doors vaporized, and a river of fire erupted inside the courtyard of the massive fortress as weapons fire meant to pierce capital ship armor liquefied the ground and burned ancient walls, a second pass utterly slaughtered many of the Jem’Hadar

Vindiz cast an utterly demented smile “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR BRAWLERS WE GOT GLORY TO GO CATCH” he roared and with a powerful toss he threw a Jem’Hadar lance impaling one of the firsts and rushing the ruin and flame, Astor and Rich boy charged after him leading four hundred soldiers through the opening pouring into the facility

First Tenon heard the thunderous explosion and subsequent roar of insanity from their mad commander and was quick to grab the broken heap of flesh that was Iyun who moaned in agonized protest and then held him up “watch what you have allowed coward” he hissed “know the blasphemy that you have heaped upon the founders our living gods” he said weapons fire impacted against the door Tenon held the weak creature in front he whimpered as blood oozed from him, the explosions rang out and the door cracked and Vindiz ran into the room and grinned “so which one of you pathetic dickless clones is the leader here?” he asked Tenon tossed Iyun who screamed and pleaded Vindiz just brought one of his knives down cutting his head completely off his shoulders then kicking the body down he ran at Tenon who tossed aside his blaster and met him in challenge.

Above the fortress after moments of frantic fighting Astor and his men rushed up the stairs and made it to the top tower, staring intently into the eyes of the massive Ursoid that stood before them “Surrender and you will be treated humanely” Astor said “you’re out numbered” “it must frustrate you to know how little that means” came the answer followed by a power and long spear cutting the man right next to Astor clean in half, Astor and Rich boy scattered and soon they were in a frantic fight for their lives against the honored elders and this demented giant.

Deep within the keep Vindiz pulled his blade out of the chest of Tenon and looked around eying his men who all nodded bloodied and tired they all eyed him intensely “come “he said before turning and eying one of the troopers who came running with a long metal pole “sir this was found in the refuse chamber” Vindiz eyed it and realized what it was, an imperial banner! The bastards had tossed it as though it was garbage? Rage filled him and then a powerful roar was heard above the roof and the roof shook “what was that?” one asked “they blew the communications node” Vindiz said furious and then he took off towards the stair way carrying the standard of the empire, when he came up to the top he saw a myriad of dead Jem’Hadar and sixty fallen troopers blood splattered his face and he turned eying the Ursoid who was about to lift Rich Boy over his head and break his back with his knee. Vindiz rushed him sliding under the giant’s legs and slashing his groin before launching his blade up lacerating back muscles, the beast roared and tossed Rich boy down who was caught by troopers who now stood watch over the great giant fight with their general.

Blade clashed with blade tendons were severed a massive paw tore open Vindiz armor blood flowed and the General sported a sick smile all the while, finally blood loss and a stab to the giants testicles brought him down. Vindiz stood exhausted and wounded and lifted up the imperial banner, the Great beast eyed him intently Vindiz was waving the banner as the sun broke the smoke clouds and lit up his form like some divine command, and all who survived watched below the wall and within Vindiz brought down the banner which pierce the heart of the beast tearing through him and imbedding itself into the ground, as his blood flowed and he breathed his last breath the imperial banner flew high

Sauntering over to the communications officer Vindiz grinned “call Thanagar tell him, Churba is now liberated” he said grinning

[sonofccn]

Ah Iyun...I enjoyed that immensly. Thank you. Also enjoyed Astor nearly getting into a drag out fight with a Walker commander on an active battlefield. Priorities after all, an intergalactic war ain't nothing but a thing. :)

[Praeothmin]

Aaaah, your battle scenes are so chaotic, it's like reading about a real war, or watching RotS again... :)

Me likes...

And the Klingons honoring bravery and dead soldiers?
Cooooooooolllllllllll...

Thank you. Also enjoyed Astor nearly getting into a drag out fight with a Walker commander on an active battlefield. Priorities after all, an intergalactic war ain't nothing but a thing. :)

Actually, it was Rich Boy who wanted to fight the walker's pilot... :)

[sonofccn]

Actually, it was Rich Boy who wanted to fight the walker's pilot... :)

Well color my face red. Rich Boy it is then. Still fun scene through. :)

[Admiral Breetai]

Aaaah, your battle scenes are so chaotic, it's like reading about a real war, or watching RotS again... :)

Why thank you I thought impaling Brotar with an imperial flag and setting the thing flying over his corpse was a bit over the top..then again the entire invasion force is over the top

Me likes...

And the Klingons honoring bravery and dead soldiers?
Cooooooooolllllllllll...

you'll get more of them soon including another Im'pec fight

Well color my face red. Rich Boy it is then. Still fun scene through. :)

I was mentally debating doing that scene then I realized Thanagars force is pretty much unconventional and slightly nuts and that was much needed.

Farm Girl too

also guys I've gotta ask I'ma replace two of the dead Grand Admirals with Zsinj and Gilad but I need a third

know of any canons that aren't mule stupid? Wookiepedia has not been kind to me lately

[Praeothmin]

Thrawn?
Coming from outside the outer regions to wreak havok with Dominion forces?

[Enterprise E]

I'd second Thrawn as well. I don't post here much, but I have been following this story and I think it's great. One thing I'm wondering, though, is if General Garm Bel Iblis is going to play a role in the story. In the Star Wars EU, he was once a Republic senator or other high ranking official who had his family murdered by the Empire and rebelled against them. I think he was once part of the Rebel Alliance but he and his group broke away, fearing that Mon Mothma might become an Empress or something and he would fight her if need be. Well, with the Rebel Alliance throwing in with the Dominion, it would be interesting to see a "rebel" come out and condemn the Dominion. Perhaps he could encounter Section 31, Rainbird, Dartanis, Wildstar, and Simon Tarses as they get more involved in the conflict, a counterpart to Pellaeon, Guylos, and Zsinj, who are working with the Klingons.

[Admiral Breetai]

Thrawn?
Coming from outside the outer regions to wreak havok with Dominion forces?

no, I've got something in mind for Thrawn but not yet in fact his return may not occur at all in tides..I actually plan this to be a saga a trilogy tides is just part 1 the ramifications of what's happening in this story are gonna be felt for over a hundred years

I'd second Thrawn as well. I don't post here much, by I have been following this story and I think it's great.

I appreciate that I am glad you are enjoying it

One thing I'm wondering, though, is if General Garm Bel Iblis is going to play a role in the story. In the Star Wars EU, he was once a Republic senator or other high ranking official who had his family murdered by the Empire and rebelled against them. I think he was once part of the Rebel Alliance but he and his group broke away, fearing that Mon Mothma might become an Empress or something and he would fight her if need be. Well, with the Rebel Alliance throwing in with the Dominion, it would be interesting to see a "rebel" come out and condemn the Dominion. Perhaps he could encounter Section 31, Rainbird, Dartanis, Wildstar, and Simon Tarses as they get more involved in the conflict, a counterpart to Pellaeon, Guylos, and Zsinj, who are working with the Klingons.

I'm just curious..can you read minds? because this is what I was going to do

[Admiral Breetai]

well Preao injected me with a dose of awesome..so as a present I'm giving him Klingons and especially Im'pec showing why he deserves to so many monikers..

Sonof I miss your story hurry it up..you might like this one..Enterprise E as well seeing as this is gonna explore the motivations of the rag tag Federation fleet a little a little filler while I brainstorm ways for Thanagar to beat more gods up

"I remember that skirmish, it wasn't our best moment " UFP president Simon Tarses


Delta Quadrant- 17 years ago

The devastation that had been brought upon the Krenim Empire by forces loyal to house Lorgh was impressive, once they were a major power in the region, when the USS Voyager had made her faithful journey to the Delta Quadrant years prior they had been twice the size of the Federation (though they possessed less colonies ) in the years since the implementation of the new technology brought home by Voyager and the taking of Romulan territories both the UFP and the Klingon Empire had grown and advanced. They needed breathing room and since neither truly wanted to risk awakening the Dominion for a second round (yet any way) both sides had begun to expand into the Beta and Delta quadrants of the galaxy, with the penetration of these new powers which began to devour countless systems at an incredible rate (in the Gorn Confederacies case some believed literally) the Krenim and Devore empires as well as various other major powers began to band together, high technology became somewhat common place with the raiding of the territory that used to belong to the borg (now thousands of Parsecs of graveyards ) this united of local powers did begin to put up an appreciable front. The Federation sly and crafty sought to broker peace, and made alliances of friendship and promises. The Gorn roared and threatened their economy fueled by the expansion their chests puffed pushed harder.

Alexander was okay with this, everyone knew the UFP had become powerful that they possessed that strength and wisely played it close to the chest. Alexander wanted to know just how powerful they were of course, so when a rival house (as much as Alexander could have a rival any way), the house of Palkar, mocked The leader of the high council and his house brother and vowed to bring ten Delta quadrant systems under imperial control within two months. Alexander encouraged it as best he could. The Gorn also wanted to flex their muscles and together they launched a massive blitz style offensive against the Devore Empire and several of its minor allies, they captured a great many territories and seemed to be within victories bright shining lights. Then the Devore cried to their federation allies and Alexander got what he wanted, in one swift assault four Sovereign class Starships eight galaxies and a pack of Defiant class vessels laid utter waste to the forces of the house of Palkar and routed them within a matter of hours, of the four hundred vessels loyal to the house only one hundred remained alive, and the entirety of the galaxy saw firsthand just how dangerous they had become. It served two purposes aside from the obvious weakening of one of his enemies. It confirmed to him what he already knew, that actual war between the Empire and the Federation was currently merely the aspiration of idiots and dreamers and it would bring everything he was working on crashing down. The second thing was that it alerted the Dominion to just how far behind they had fallen and spurred them to action, it would answer a myriad of question that both Alexander and Section 31 had been asking since the war had ended. Of course now that his rivals failed Alexander’s people had the opportunity to cry foul and make rumblings, which is what happened. Though he knew that the Federation had no qualms about putting rogue houses in their place, Alexander doubted their desire to go right into war when they had grown to become so massive and was so overextended that he was sure it would be a couple decades or so before they could really solidify themselves in the region and become the galaxies dominate power. Time Alexander thought time enough to play catch up and then maybe just maybe if the ancient tablets were right, to do something much more, to break the endless stalemate and create what his father and grandfather and great grandfather had striven to create.

So now it was his move and he made sure the house of Lorgh spearheaded the invasion, they had been very loyal to Martok and his son Drex, their ancient leader was a spy master who taught Alexander much and revealed to him an entirely new world he had never before encountered a world of darkness and shadows all colored gray where Klingon lords engaged spy masters from all over the cosmos in battles of whispers and lies that did more damage than a thousand battle cruisers ever could. The century old master showed him the Jackal of section thirty one and the rogue priest of the Dominion and in them Alexander knew the very definition of danger, he learned much from the old relic and as a reward his inheritor Toq was able to lead the house of Lorgh into battle now, as the vanguard of the Klingon Empires invasion of Devore space, reconquering now territory lost in utter humiliation by his enemies, commanding a fleet of vessels refitted with the newest technology. Six hundred vessels overran what was left of their defenses and occupied the capital. They appealed to the Federation for aid and none came overextended as they were Toq was able to bring the Devore Imperium under Klingon control inside of two months. It was here that Alexander cautioned restraint; from their new territory they could use the pressure of intrigue and politics to gain inroads into the Delta Quadrant further, but heated as he was by Victory Drex ordered them to press farther. Alexander obliged though he was secretly somewhat angered by the disobedience he realized even these antics had a way of swinging things to his advantage. Toq lead two hundred ships into Krenim Imperial space overrunning their frontier defenses after a day of hard fighting and then moved forward sweeping through their mid rim before being stopped by hard desperate fighting a thousand lightyears from the imperial capital. There a bloody stalemate raged, Toq was skilled and kept losses to minimum even managing to gain a bit of wealth raiding their resources, plundered technology sold to Alexander’s tech firms would go a long way still the thought of sending reinforcements bothered him a bit.

Im’pec offered to lead the attack and Alexander was glad for it, any chance to bolster the prestige of his top men was something the Klingon quarter bred had no issue with. He watched as the fleet numbering twelve hundred took off for their targets and smiled he anticipated the response even though he knew he would have to act surprised to everyone else.

The response was massive, a task force of a hundred Federation ships passed through Krenim space attacking Klingon held territory at several different points a three pronged assault made up of elements of the seventh fleet. Lead by John Rainbird

Krenim imperial space – Derek Wildstar’s story

Fire erupted from the consul next to him an ensign flew across the bridge and collapsed down onto the floor, the ship shook violently and Derek Wildstar realized a portion of the saucer section had been blown off towards the rear, when it impacted on the warp nacelle it must have caused some type of feedback because all of a sudden shields were down and four upgraded Klingon Neg’var class vessels which had prior been keeping their distance unloaded on the hull of the USS Venture the flagship of the taskforce sent to dispatch the annoying forces. Wildstar let out a low growl as the vessel began to convulse he turned to call for the captain and he realized he along with two ensigns were buried under rubble. Wildstar cursed under his breathe and stood up “maximum impulse” he yelled his helmsmen eyed him as though he was insane. Wildstar glared coldly “now” he yelled the boy nodded and took off assuming a ramming posture impulse manifolds shaking as the burning vessel charged viciously at the attackers who chose to meet his posture and accelerated.

Admiral Kathryn Janeway aboard the USS Gus Grissom was frantically ordering Wildstar to stop his movements that as the surviving the flag officer of this assault she was in charge, Wildstar ignored her and continued his pace playing a game of chicken with the imperial vessels. “Estimated time to impact” “four seconds” Wildstar grinned “three” sweat beaded down the ensigns features as he called the final two seconds, then elation passed him as the Klingon vessels flinched and darted frantically out of the way one smashing into the other, shields warping and rippling “fire aft torpedo launchers and phasers now!” Wildstar roared, weapons fire belched out smashing into the vessels which exploded in a violent fury one of them burning moved towards orbit of a moon to make emergency repairs. “Bring the venture around dispatch emergency repair teams” he said and then looked at them “how quickly can we be on the front if we leave now?” he asked engineering from the only working com system on the bridge “ten minutes at safe speed “ “negative we’re going max” ‘
Umm sir computer systems are smashed exceeding safe cruising velocity in slip is liable to kill us all” Wildstar cursed and then looked down “alright we’ll go slow but I want repair teams working to get shields back and to give me speed” he said “aye sir” Wildstar nodded and soon a channel was opened fleet wide “attention fighting third we’re going to head for the main battle lines let the tenth clean up here”

“belay that order “the voice came over the com was a furious Admiral Janeway “I’m taking command of the detachments from the third Commander Wildstar is to be confined to quarters pending a court martial hearing and is hereby relieved of duty” she ordered “your recklessness almost got your men killed” Derek flinched inwardly but his faced turned red with rage, this entire mission was one big fuck up! Admiral De Soto’s fighting third had been patrolling the DQ for two years now and knew the ins and outs, knew Klingon troop movements but when this hit the fan, Admiral De Soto had been sent to fight a Gorn assault on Devore and thus Captain Jeremy Astor of house Martok (adopted into it along with Worf and Alexander) was ordered to take elements of the fighting third into battle, along with elements of the tenth which was commanded by one Admiral Kathryn Janeway, the great hero of Voyager. Lines had long been divided about her, the hatred many had for her was strong, some for her not destroying the Borg until the very last minute (if you could claim credit for the actions of an cynical alternate future version of yourself) and her souring relations with many races in the DQ, her high handed morals and chaotic command sense, the fact that she made many choices that would have court martialed her had she not brought back many treasures for adapting and reverse engineering. Many felt she bribed her way to the top, many felt she should have been in prison, while others heralded her as a tragic savior.

Wildstar was not one of them, the old man hated her and Jeremy hated her and for her to supersede the fighting thirds own command right over his corpse was just too much for him to bare “all elements of the fighting third” he began “Jeremy’s dead, now I know the ol’man aint here so I’m technically pulling rank on an Admiral me a little commander” his eyes narrowed “but sitting around playing security for a taken sector is preposterous it isn’t what the fighting third is about” he explained “I’m moving” he said ‘if any of you want to stop me say so now “

There was calm silence and suddenly The Grissom began moving forward the Galaxy classes weapons began to power up “commander I’m warning you if you don’t stand down now”

“Fuck you bitch the fighting third keeps its council” came the venomous reply from Wildstar Janeway said nothing but the Grissom fired a warning shot “oh ho, ho a summary execution on the battlefield?” snapped Wildstar “you could probably manage it you hung back in the rear while everyone else did the work, I’m sure your ships in good enough shape to make a fight of it”

That cut deep Janeway sighed “commander, I know your Admiral and Captain don’t like me I know the attitude towards me in the third is, negative to say the least but I am asking you to put that aside there are Starfleet officers out here”

“Admiral” he cut in “do you know what house forces are in the lead now?” he asked “Lorgh, and do you know what vessel is leading these forces? The Silver hand itself” he explained “so don’t sell me your crock of shit women the Dahar Master himself is out there killing Federation officers” he shouted “they need help”

Janeway said nothing for a long second “I’m sorry but your priority is frontier space that’s an order” she said “don’t force me to fire on you”

As she said that several Third fleet elements moved into position behind the Venture their weapons hot and targeting the Grissom others approached her escorts from the rear against weapons hot there was a long ten minutes of full silence before sensors blared as a fleet of ten federation vessels exited slipstream lead by the USS Excelsior Admiral Ernesto De Soto hailed the two ships and after a furious exchange between the three officers Wildstar was allowed to make for the frontier. Janeway livid would take this all the way to the CnC and where Wildstar would end up being getting a rather severe slap on the wrist, being found guilty of insubordination but not the second and third charges which were treason and mutiny. Janeway realizing how many enemies she had stopped the pressure but not before he was demoted and spent a year in the brig. Only recently earning back his rank.

Wildstar would take the assignment with section thirty one to atone for his failures on the venture, and to make his Admiral proud.

[Admiral Breetai]

booy I hope this doesn't fail...and it instead inspires Preao and sonofccn and Khas to cut loose fanfiction wise..come on guys

"I think he enjoyed fighting, but I know his body was covered with scars because he cared for his men as if they were his children and took the burden of combat on himself away from them as often as possible " Garm Bel Iblis on John Rainbird

Elsewhere in Krenim space- Restiv’s story

Fire erupted on the ground as Federation troops and armored vehicles and Krenim auxiliaries fought furiously against the Klingon attack which had previously been routed and was on the retreat, now redoubled with complete fury. Commander Restiv jumped away from a Bat’leth in time to avoid being cut in half and managed to vaporize the attacker before turning and running, disruptor charges flew over his head and impacted into the ground or allied vehicles as he darted around his round porcine form showing surprising stamina. Klingons were all around him and he was scared, scared because when he was a child he had seen his father flayed alive by one, scared because his older brother who took care of him even now had been killed and he was scared because his entire unit had been slaughtered. He made a mad dash for the nearby city “why did it have to be Klingons” he whimpered a phaser pulse vaporized a chunk of rock near him and he whimpered ducking into an alley and diving into a storm drain slipping and falling he crashed into the muck and filth of the local sewage hiding. He shivered unsure if he was overheating or freezing, looking up as weapons fire darted above him, one person screamed as a disruptor ripped his entire left lung and that portion of his rib cage clean off, the bloody mess spraying down the drainage pipe. Restiv was rocking furiously! All he wanted to do was read holonovels and eat and wander in the wilds of home. That was all his classic toons his music his family and that was it! But his uncle had made him join with his brother, mostly because he refused to allow Restiv to live a life of loafing about, timid and overweight Academy life was hard on him, his brother had protected him even then. They climbed through the ranks growing fat and cocky on tails of the Dominion war and then became ensigns acquitting themselves well his brother rose through the ranks with Restiv ever by his side; though unlike his much more motivated brother Restiv sought comforting spots and promotions when it could bring him close to that goal. Which was why, when promoted to commander the first assignment he took was supervising security at the Federation embassy in Krenim space an assignment he could do without causing much trouble or getting into much, an assignment he could spend nine decades at without any risk. Then the Klingons came and all his plans went to hell, soon he found himself shoulder to shoulder with his Captain and brother and fighting the horde of Klingon invaders and their flesh eating Gorn allies, he was desperate the entire time a fear so paralyzing that all he wanted to do was run away and hide, his brother had forced him to fight admonished him for humiliating the Telarite race by being such a coward, a species who never shied away from arguing and confrontation would never spawn one so craven. The last words he uttered to his brother had been that he was a worthless fool emulating a dead man. Restiv hated himself with an unyielding passion now for that, and worse because he knew he should be up there fighting but couldn’t bring himself to change, change was just too hard, accepting that one needed to change was just too hard and so he stayed in filth and blood as hundreds around him fought and died, until a Klingon lost in bloodlust fell via misstep into the cesspool with him, spitting and coughing and retching at the stench the Klingon turned and saw him and smiled cursed him a coward and moved to stab “the little piggy” Restiv huddled in fear but accepting his end, accepting what he was. Then he looked up eying the weapons fire and something awoke in his blood and he charged the Klingon grabbing his head, he felt the knife puncture his shoulder, as blood ebbed from his wound Restiv in blood lusted panic bit into the creatures throat, Pig like instincts kicking blood sprayed as Restiv chewed (and swallowed) his way into the Klingon animals wind pipes and soon he was wheezing and gasping. Restiv looked at him and looked at his bloody form and saw his father, saw his brother and in a rage smote the Klingons skull against the side of the pit so hard his skull split open. Still running on adrenaline and fear he took off climbing up the pit until he was out on top. Looking around he eyed the chaos all around him far more worthy men and women and asexual life forms fought and died, his blood boiled and filth covered and half crazed he lunged at one Klingon knocking him into a building and slashing his throat with broken glass.

He reared up now taking the phaser off a dead officer and began firing with it, killing his enemy, slaughtering them all picturing his own bloated wretched self as he did so, gleefully smiling madly as he made war upon the failure his entire life had been, so fierce was his attack that he killed by surprise or the dumb luck that often accompanies madness Restiv had managed to cause the Klingon forces to move from that area of the city. Gasping and seeing the adulation of the Federation soldiers around him drunk off victory, he decided that he would do something flashy so naturally when the Klingon soldiers moved up behind him to take him by surprise he turned about on himself and using the wide angle beam setting opened fire creating a huddle mass of ash of the fallen dead.

Only they weren’t Klingons, they were a family of Krenim who had come out of hiding to thank him.

Restiv would be given a ten year prison sentence and expelled from Starfleet. Restiv attempted suicide numerous times over the years, taking the assignment to the new galaxy and the pardon and reinstatement of his rank because he wanted to atone for the deaths at his hand and to maybe if he was lucky, die a death worthy enough to join his brother and father in a land where decent people got to spend all time.

Same planet, same city- Rainbird and Im’pec a duel of fates

The entire mission stank to the old Apache, the sudden fury of the attacks the swiftness, the determination. All of this was so sudden and so risky and it all felt like one massive distraction to him. A distraction planned out by the hand behind the high council, and worse S31 and SFI were allowing it to happen, specifically to see exactly what they were after.

Still valiant as ever Rainbird refused to back down from a fight, refused to allow his kids to fight this fight alone. The Federation Captain had taken his ship here the moment he realized who was leading this assault, refusing to let elements of the fighting third face the silver hand alone he brought himself into battle and now was on the planet.

Klingons knew him, many openly feared him others charged at him, today Rainbird was diving out of the way of a huge bolder thrown by a Gorn, a member of the contingent sent to aid the Klingons in battle. The beat roared and took off towards him pulling out some type of knife that in its massive talons looked small but was likely the size of a short sword. Rainbird was no stranger to gigantic fighters and this one was not just a big one but a dumb one. Unrefined and arrogant he fought using his great weight as his primary weapon and it was something Rainbird had no qualms about using to his advantage. He slid underneath the create who tried to whip him with his tail, John rolled perfectly taking the blow in a way that would reduce the impact and rolled on the floor, the creature roared in sadistic pleasure before moving towards him as he bent over to pick the body up, a quick streak of metal was seen, a spurt of blood and a loud roar, Rainbird took the creatures arm off and then quickly was back on his feet, bowie knife raised in one hand Tomahawk in another he lunged forward as the beast tried to again bully him with his weight. Ax smashed into lower the creatures throat and Rainbird’s trusty knife met its mid-section then he yanked down with the Ax while pulling up with the knife, the result was gruesome enough that even some Klingon flinched when they saw the young Gorn completely torn wide open, ribs splayed open cracking, lungs exposed, intestines spilling liver spewing out fluids. The Gorn roared in agony before falling limp on the floor.
Rainbird pulled its heart out and showed it to his enemies and yelled a war cry fierce enough it drew much of the brawling Klingons away from his men and brought their focus onto him.

He took a bite of the raw flesh and tossed the rest before running towards on the on rushing house troops. Bat’leth and Mek’leth clashed with Tomahawk and knife blood sprayed as Rainbird cut the head clean off one Klingon and cut another open, one of the more experienced fighters tried to lure him into a duel buying critical seconds at the cost of his own life for the enemy to gang up on him. Rainbird looped his ax into the Bat’leth knocking it away but stabbing him in the Liver and using the momentum from the thrust to toss his body into the onrushing blades of his support who stabbed a cadaver, John hopped from behind it slashing ones throat completely open and severing the spine of another, the remaining Klingon a boy no older than twenty hollered loudly and then raised his Bat’leth as if to make a great attack.

Rainbird all but pulled his rib cage out with a furious swipe from his tomahawk. His arrival on the battlefield caused the Federation troops to become confident and again the battle began to rage in favor of the UFP who were pushing the Klingons back towards the town square.

One Vulcan female moved forward firing as she did so trying to drive the Klingons back even further making it to the square when a great shadow emerged from a building his roar furious several Federation officers flew back smashing into dirt. Among them a bloodied and beaten engineering officer named Magnus, from the shadows he appeared. Wearing his armor and furs his cape billowing. Star Breaker drawn The Dahar Master Im’pec the silver handed Im’pec the Tyrant slayer, Im’pec the only Klingon to ever kill a founder alone in personal combat, known as the god killer to the Jem’Hadar he sauntered forward and challenged the Vulcan female who was able to parry his great strike and move with surprising agility to launch a kick at his face which he caught. Im’pec smiled at the surprising initiative of the Vulcan and her aggressive skill “what is your name child’ “Salaya” she said “Daughter of Torvek” Im’pec nodded pleased and then threw her aside easily and moved forward.

Im’pec was a giant among even Klingons at nine feet tall and almost eight hundred pounds he was wall a colossus but he moved with the grace of a dancer and his scarred body showed years of dedication to achieving the respect and power he had. The skill, came at a bloody cost and as he brought his sword down Salaya prepared for death only to find that it didn’t come.

She looked up and Saw that Rainbird had removed his other Tomahawk and essentially blocked the giants powerful blow with strength she thought impossible in a human (and indeed for the past twenty years she had always wondered if he was secretly the descendant of an augment) Im’pec eyed the grizzled scarred warrior sage who had taken his hand and gave a truly warm and affectionate smile “John! You are alive and well!” he said “and you too Im’pec “he said “how is Urela?” he asked meaning his second wife “pregnant again! And Furious” he laughed and then stood back the two warriors sizing each other up while bantering in a playful manner.

Neither side dared to move an inch to provoke a reaction from either of the two. John Rainbird was known to all who studied war, he was a dangerous enemy in space and on the ground it was even worse. Im’pec had ended a civil war with his fighting prowess killed a living god and did battle with all manner of enemies. Though his scarred frame was living proof to the sheer brutality he had experienced all the bloody fights and challenges many of them unfair that he overcome he had only ever lost one fight- the victory stood before him now, and they paced. Old age had not taken their strength and it had sharpened their wits two cagey veterans eyed each other.

And like lightening moved against each other, Star breaker swung to the side meaning to swipe Rainbird clean in half, he blocked with one of his axes blades colliding together, he allowed the weight and power of the weapon to swing him towards the wall where he moved leaping with one foot and hoping up jumping on Im’pecs knee and using it was a spring board he leapt up and brought his ax down, blood sprayed from Im’pecs neck though a major artery had been missed, this was not without its consequences though as Star breaker was quickly brought up behind him gripped in both hands he pulled forward, Rainbird had to position both his axes behind his back to prevent Im’pecs great sword from cutting his entire back open. Rainbird winces bleeding from behind, the two stood locked in a stalemate, grunts of effort and then a yell of force as Rainbird lifted Im’pecs massive blade up wrenching it from his grasp and then jumping out of way, Im’pec retaliated taking one of his axes in a swipe that was meant to shatter Johns arm (and would have in a lesser man), the two landed opposite each other Im’pec threw back his Tomahawk which Rainbird stowed for the time being preferring to fight with one ax and one bowie knife. The two eyed each other again and moved Ax clanking against the great sword sparks flew and Rainbird moved in close slashing at Im’pecs leg, though he met only sheath as Im’pec grinned “I’m not the boy you almost slew that day my friend”

Rainbird grinned “you’re right I’m sorry honored enemy” he said then reared around a very quick slash that was meant to cut tendons was blocked by his great sword and the two danced trading blows and parries for a solid hour as the armies of both sides watched in awe as the two greatest fighters in the known universe battled each other as two ancient lords deciding the fate of their war in honorable single combat. Im’pec brought his sword down in a slash meant to cut him in half Rainbird dodged enough hat only his shoulder suffered a deep gash. The old Apache sage retaliated with a slash that tore into Im’pecs stomach and for the first time in the fight one side gave to the other as Rainbird drove him back towards the center of the square. Im’pec eyed him and recalled the battle long ago, and smiled “you never told me who gave you those scars on your face and neck” he said Rainbird grinned “it was Koloth the Dahar master” he grinned “old age did not dull his blade, and we fought for two days and two nights until word of Reba and his peace treaty was heard” Im’pec grinned “and so I am good company” Im’pec roared driving him back with fury that sent the Indian staggering slightly and the time it took to gain his footing back Im’pec cut him deep on the sages right side, in Retaliation a broken piece of a Mek’leth was lodged between Im’pecs ribcage

The two staggered back haggard and bloody and both stood straight their eyes lost in an intensity the burned hotter than any star. They had become close bonded in the fires of combat two unassailable warriors who fought for homeland for honor for their fellowmen and for their friends. Each one knew this fight would have to end with the death of the other yet hesitation was present in both, for whom else did they have? Rainbird began humming an ancient prayer as Im’pec sang a song of honor and they drew their blades up and moved ready for one final strike.


Both of their com badges rang, and an order to cease combat had been uttered and both of them stopped their weapons mere hairs breadth away from landing simultaneous lethal blows.

John Rainbird accepted the mission to the new galaxy because he believed in the ways of the warrior in the ideals of the Federation and he believed in protecting the new generation, but he also knew his friend would be there and that they would have to play their legendary and fateful game again,.

Archeological site delta quadrant- Alexander’s/ Dartanis story

Federation officers had to abandon the site and cease their excavation of the ruins when the call of a sudden and massive Klingon attack came, several pieces of technology had been absconded before the Ferengi thieves arrived disappointed they made their search following the instructions to the letter and found the location of the tablet.

“Tch, it’s missing a piece!” one hissed “the Huumons must have taken that piece” “idiot why would they take an important piece of the puzzle and leave this one where it lay? No, no it was found elsewhere broken already” the smarter of the two said before he motioned to the third to take out a holo emitter. They set it down and slowly a holographic image appeared of a slender hooded Klingon all in red. “We found it just as you said we would” The Ferengi said presenting the figure with the tablet. It reached out and took it and examined it nodded “excellent” he said, and it was true “the other trinkets” “gone my lord” he was said bowing. The figure nodded it was of no importance, this was the key or at least part of it and what it yielded would be enough any ways to cover the expense of this attack and then some. “You have been most helpful” he said the Ferengi nodded “we’ll get the directorship on the weapons company then?” “Oh yes, your wildest dreams of greed will be fulfilled” he said then the tablet transported away beaming from the figures hand. The Ferengi gnashed his teeth nervously “that wasn’t part of the planet”

“oh no neither is this” came the reply the holo emitter light up glowed then flashed vaporizing the three Ferengi and the tech itself, a vessel a lightyears away entered slipstream and vanished,.

At the same time on earth Dartanis walked into a room in a local bar having paid for a private moment in a holo room. Several shadows appeared before him “the battle was a feint, while our archeologists, a second tablet was believed destroyed along with unidentified bio matter from the perpetrators- we believe a suicide bomb to deny us” Dartanis shook his head ‘he has it” he said “they’ll be looking as well”\

“So it’s confirmed then”
“Not yet” the Al-Aurian said

“What are we missing then?”

Dartanis smiled at the shadows “for an invitation”

[Praeothmin]

Very nice, Epic battle between Rainbird and Im'Pec, but I have one major complaint:
This:

As she said that several Third fleet elements moved into position behind the Venture their weapons hot and targeting the Grissom others approached her escorts from the rear against weapons hot there was a long ten minutes of full silence before sensors blared as a fleet of ten federation vessels exited slipstream lead by the USS Excelsior Admiral Ernesto De Soto hailed the two ships and after a furious exchange between the three officers Rainbird was allowed to make for the frontier. Janeway livid would take this all the way to the CnC and where Wildstar would end up being getting a rather severe slap on the wrist, being found guilty of insubordination but not the second and third charges which were treason and mutiny. Janeway realizing how many enemies she had stopped the pressure but not before he was demoted and spent a year in the brig. Only recently earning back his rank.

Was too damn short...
I wanted more, like his trial, his defense, his reaction to his first month in prison...

What can I say, you made me want to know more... :)