DuJa'Q (Part 2 of 4)

Posted on 27 Feb 2017 @ 7:50pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm & Commander Aren Ban & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Lieutenant Amaranai Franklin & Lieutenant JG Stephanie Fraiser (KIA) & Commander Marisa Wyatt & Ensign Miraj Derani & Ensign Mimi & Senior Chief Petty Officer Martin Caine (KIA) & Chief Petty Officer Torgeir Naes & Ambassador Soral Varro & Sub-commander S'anara Valdran
Edited on on 27 Feb 2017 @ 7:53pm

2,268 words; about a 11 minute read

Mission: Episode 14 - Statecraft
Location: IKS DuJa'Q - Various
Timeline: MD 01 - 1510 hrs

Previously, on DuJa'Q (Part 1)...

"You alright?" Said a familiar voice.

Varro turned to find Eelim taking a pack too. He'd grown fond of the Cardassian over the last little while, they had even become friends. The man was intelligent and Varro genuinely enjoyed talking with him. "I am well," Varro said as he searched the room for his other friend. The three had spent quite a bit of time together over the last bit.

Eviess looked up as she picked up her pack and found Eelim and Varro. Varro she knew well from a distant past. He'd helped her greatly. She was glad to see him once again. Each took turns stepping onto the pad and each happy to be off this God forsaken world.

And Now, the Continuation...

[ON]

IKS DuJa'Q

Situated in a high geostationary orbit above Kreanus' equator, the Klingon K't'inga-class battlecruiser IKS DuJa'Q was a menacing presence in the Paulson Nebula. Her hull was painted dark gray per traditional Klingon coloring and was accented by crimson featherings on the dorsal and ventral sides of the engineering section. The stealthy and subdued curves of the secondary hull were accentuated by the angled nacelle pylons which hung below and cast a bright green glow across the shadowed underbelly of the starship. The forward crew quarters and command center were encased in the class' signature bulbous tripod configuration with her primary burst-fire torpedo launcher at the center for any adversarial captain to take notice of.

The transporter room was located in the aft section of the starship, on Deck 7 near the mess hall, brig, and armory. The room was almost as crowded as Kreanus Colony’s own transporter bay, and multiple Klingon warriors were present who helped to shuffle the new Federation arrivals towards their designated assignments.

“Medical and Science,” barked one of the men, “Deck nine, forward section!” “Operations and Engineering! Deck six, behind us!” “Flight control and Command, Deck 3, bridge, forward section!” “Security, deck seven, this level!,” he called out, pointing with each sentence to the directions the new crew should go and their new assignments.

Chief Caine was kind of nonplussed “I suppose the bridge is where I will be expected to be. I guess I can wait till we get off this hunk of junk before I am too fussed about a proper office.” He said to himself as he almost walked to his quarters with his family but something stopped him.

Amaranai heard the statement about security being on the current level. She had a feeling the Klingons would have their own tactical officers so she made her way to security instead, unsure of the journey ahead but glad that they were at least off of the colony. It took her a few minutes to walk down the hallway with the amount of crew that had suddenly appeared on the ship. When she arrived at Security, she placed her pack down. A Klingon noticed her and pointed a finger.

"You belong on the bridge!" he yelled. "Tactical."

Amaranai did not know exactly how the Klingon knew that she specifically needed to be on the bridge, but she didn't want to argue. She nodded and turned around to head to a lift.

A few seconds after re-materialising on the Klingon ship Mimi shuddered and her fur stood on end, the temperature difference between cold Kreanus and the warm ship was very nice.

Aren re-materialized on the pad next to Mimi. He nodded to her, as he stepped off the pad. He turned, his back facing the bulkhead, and watched as the rest of the Crew came aboard. As much as he wanted to get to the bridge, he wanted to wait till the rest of the crew, his crew, come aboard.

Martin was an old salt, he believed that Commander Ban liked the formal way of doing things. He knew Klingonese well enough to find the pipe call on the transporters console. He pushed it and said “Commander on deck.” Now that it had been done for Commander Ban, it wouldn't need to be done for anyone lower, unless Commander Ban requested it.

Marisa and Petra stood patiently in line, watching the others in line.

A pack was shoved at Marisa. She caught it and practically pulled it out of the humanoid's hands. She gave a smile that was more feral than friendly as she was still adjusting to the deaths of the other two members of her shuttle. Only she and Petra remained. Even her Vulcan side was seething with a desire for justice. But she knew it was futile. Anything she tried would only get her trapped on the colony and likely killed. She waited for Petra to get her pack and the two continued on their way.

Neither woman was sure where they'd be needed. There was little call for a counselor/historian or a forensic anthropologist. It didn't matter, they'd go wherever they were needed.

Aren inclined his head to Lt. Sandoval and Petra. He had noticed that they had an almost lost look on there face's. "Sandoval, please proceed to Deck 9, forward section and get antiquated to the area." He said, trying to be helpful to his new counselor. "I am really going to be relying on you here in the coming days. We will talk more later." HE said trying to be friendly, but also wanting to make sure that she was moving and not holding up any of the embarkation. The last thing he wanted was cause any problems before they were all underway.

Marisa gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, sir. Just let me know how I can be of help." The last part was said as she moved forward.

Finally there was no one left and Allyndra stepped on keeping the PaDD close to her and transporter aboard the ship. She wrinkled her nose at the smell. She wondered if it was because the Klingons, or if the scrubbers where not keeping up well. She heard the various commands and probably should head toward sickbay but as Second Officer with a possible watch on the bridge she should familiarize herself there. Hopefully other then the ones coming along that still needed treatment there would be no more injuries to have to attend to. Her thoughts though turned and argued back, with a resentful crew and a bunch of Klingons that is probably not the case. Whatever, Allyndra thought to herself. She best take a look at the sickbay anyway. She could always be called later.


Deck 3 - Bridge

Miraj practically skipped along the corridor. She was on a ship again, and going to fly again, and even though the closest she’d come to flying a proper warship was a half-destroyed B’Rel Bird-of-Prey that had had to be backed out of a half-destroyed moon whilst the left side positioning thrusters didn’t work, she didn’t care. She was going to be flying! Soon! Yay! The bridge was at the front of the bulbous head section that characterized the K’t'inga. Privately she thought it was a really stupid design. But Klingons dominated a large chunk of the Beta quadrant, so there had to be something to it.

Martin was following a little way back but he could see Miraj's excitement as she skipped along the neck.

As she followed Miraj and Marin towards the bridge Mimi mentally cursed her own species for having such sensitive noses, the entire ship (never mind most of the crew) smelled foul, but she was still glad they would soon be leaving and that the ship was warm, not as warm as she'd like but still warm.

Walking into the bridge, so much more spartan and battle orientated than Federation ships, it felt very different to anything she had driven before, with the captain's’ chair all the way out in front, and the rest of the bridge behind him. Miraj looked longingly at the pilot’s chair, where a hairy Klingon was doing something to her helm.

Said bridge barely resembled that of Starfleet's standards and configurations. The traditional circular layout of Federation command centers gave way to a different, more combat-effective positioning of stations. The captain's chair was situated at the very front of the chamber surrounded by multiple data display terminals with the large viewscreen only several meters from the chair's position. Behind the commander's chair were four other stations -- helm, ops, tactical, and engineering. The helm and operations stations faced forward towards the large main viewer while the other two were even further aft and canted inwards with special vertically-elevated displays positioned at head level for the operators.

The bridge's lighting was dim and hazy per traditional Klingon standards. The subtle ambient hues gave way to bright red, orange, and yellow data displays which lined the bridge's stations and wall mounts, and glowed with a sense of purpose. The air in the chamber was thick yet breathable, composed of a heavy dose of oxygen, Klingon musk, and non-olfactory pheromones. Each station was currently occupied by a Klingon who was readily inputting information into their respective consoles. The captain's chair was also occupied, and only the sheen of dark black hair could be seen while the commander faced away from the new arrivals.

When Starfleet crew began to trickle into the bridge, a large Klingon standing next to the turbolift moved in front of them and held his hand out. "Federation crew," he slowly spoke in a deep timbre, "your arrival was expected." His dark eyes scanned the unfamiliar people in front of him. "I am Commander Chorag, first officer of DuJa'Q," he proudly pronounced. A middle-aged warrior of perhaps thirty years, his facial features were youthful yet marred by a deep scar across his left forehead. A rite of initiation, perhaps, and one which was a visible reminder of his commitment to the warrior lifestyle.

"Kreanus has graced you with the privilege of serving aboard my commander's vessel," he continued. "For this, you should feel honored. DuJa'Q is responsible for twenty-one Jem'Hadar vessel deaths during the Dominion War with only fifty-nine of our crew lost!" he boasted, and with good reason. "The crew who serve here are the finest in the galaxy...and you have much to live up to."

Chorag didn't give much time or reason for any conversation with the new Galileans who'd just boarded. Instead, he quickly proceeded to the logistics of their new operation. "You have all been assigned bridge stations." He began to point to the different stations. "Helm and Operations are here, in the two forward consoles. Tactical and Engineering are the aft stations," he indicated with a gesture of his hand to the coinciding positions. "The general is already present..." he then added with a flicker of his eyes toward the forward-most position on the bridge.

The command chair's large tactical periscope was deployed and lowered in front of the person situated in the seat. Almost on cue, a set of gloved hands suddenly reached up to either side of the device and snapped the handles into their vertical position. The tactical display began to retract into the ceiling as the chair slowly rotated aft-ward to face the rear stations and new arrivals.

Chorag took sight of his captain and nodded with respect before turning to the Starfleet members. "Your new commander and captain," he announced.

The command chair came to halt at its aft rotation. A pair of dark-gray and black spiked boots were pressed against the seat's foot rests. The general's calves and thighs were clad in matching tight black leather with crimson stripes accenting the side of the toned legs. The captain's belt and Klingon shoulder armor pads glinted with the crest of the High Council and contrasted sharply with the bare, olive skin of her arms and upper torso. A silver and red-checkered warrior's sash crossed her chest and barely hid the curves of her bosom.

"I present to you," began Chorag, "General Saalm," he finished, locking eyes with her and quickly looked away before his gaze traveled to an inappropriate area.

A pair of creased, calculating green eyes stared across the Klingon bridge towards the Galileo crew and the first officer. The Orion flexed her fingers, letting the sound of the creaking leather echo softly throughout the bridge. She gave a nod to her first officer for his service, then slowly rose from her seat. "Thank you, Commander Chorag," she acknowledged before addressing the Federation cadre. "I am General Saalm and this is my vessel. I welcome you aboard DuJa'Q."

To Be Continued...

[OFF]

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GEN Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

CMDR Chorag
First Officer
IKS DuJa'Q
[PNPC Saalm]

Ensign Miraj Derani
Chief Flight Control Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

Ensign Mimi
Operations Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

Lt. JG Amaranai Franklin
Assistant Chief Tactical / Security Officer
IKS DuJa'Q

Cmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical and Second Officer
IKS Duja'Q

Cmdr Aren Ban
Executive Officer
IKS Duja'Q

SCPO Martin Caine
Chief of the Boat (CoB)
IKS Duja'Q

Lt. JG Eelim Galan
Security Officer
IKS Duja'Q
(PNPC Played by Soral Varro)

Petty Officer Eviess
Medical Officer
IKS Duja'Q
(PNPC Played by Soral Varro)

Ambassador Sorel Varro
Chief Diplomatic Officer
IKS Duja'Q

SCDR S'anara Valdran
Deputy Colony Administrator
Kreanus Colony

And other Galileans

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