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#Post#: 331--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 6, 2016, 9:07 pm
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<cont'd
Sheridan - "How did you uncover this?"
Michael I - "We captured one of the mercs not long after I
rescued my wife and a Namekian princess. They didn't like that I
didn't leave them a fruit basket and took their hostages away.
In the process I used methods that I would've condemned as
emperor, but with no title and therefore no restraint, I was
free to use. I won't tell you what they were because even the
Inuyashians are unaware, aside from the crew of the ship where
the interrogation took place, and they're sworn to a secrecy
even my wife cannot overrule."
Drake I - "Torture."
Michael I - "I cannot confirm or deny that, you know that.
Anyway, my canary sang to me the tale of the transaction which
took place between a Xie military attache and a rebel officer.
He was there not only as witness to the transaction and to
verify the funds, but also as recipient of those funds."
Sisko - "Damn. I knew there was more to the Xie involvement than
just supplying arms to the rebels. They supplied funds to the
mercs as well."
Michael I - "How would you react if your wife, Kasidy and son,
Jake, were abducted by mercs working for rebels and funded by a
foreign government?"
Sisko took only a moment to think it over, "I'd be out for
blood."
Drake I - "Did she give you permission?"
Michael I - "No, as she is still undergoing psychological
treatment from the trauma she endured while in captivity, but
Kenzo Suzuki did, as foreign minister for the Gaian Union."
Drake I had met Suzuki not long after his coronation as emperor
and found him to be level-headed, calm, and thoughtful. There
was no way Michael I could've falsely claimed otherwise.
Drake I - "Very well. The Whitestars are released into your
command. I would say take good care of them, but I know you
will. Pick whoever you need from the Imperial Starfleet and the
GUJF to supplement your crews."
Michael I - "Thank you, Majesty. May this war end with victory."
Sisko - "I better go relay your orders to Minister Martok and
prepare to depart to join the armada."
Drake I - "Thank you gentlemen, dismissed."
All of them bowed their heads, except Michael I, turned and
walked through the Golden Doors. Michael I smiled at his
counterpart.
Michael I - "They're good men. Always keep that in mind."
Drake I - "I always do. And Michael, stay safe, for your wife's
sake."
#Post#: 332--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 7, 2016, 12:10 am
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Border of Breen territory. IRW Dokanek. Five hours earlier
Kamemor sat across the conference table from the imposing form
of the Breen Domo, Pran. Pran had come aboard only after a
standoff between his flagship and the warbird which nearly
caused an interstellar incident when Commander Ritol misread the
energy signature of the Breen cruiser, believing it to be a
prelude to attack. There was still some hostile feeling even six
years after the Breen War which involved Trekylon (then Holy
Trek), Inuyashia, The Empire of SIM and others. Domo Brex had
been in charge of the Confederacy back then. Pran, then a thot
in the Breen military, seized upon both the military defeat and
the peace treaty to have Brex assassinated, then seized control
in what was the Breen equivalent of a military dictatorship.
Gradually, Pran introduced measures which steadily eroded
military control until he was finally able to replace military
rule with a new civilian legislature. While such a move would've
been opposed by the military, Pran had-by combination of
coercion and bribery-rode the wave of military discontent and
came out smelling like a rose.
Pran - "You would ask us to join you in assisting the Humans
whom placed us in exile in this lowly galaxy, to watch over
Humans who would refuse to return to the fold?"
Kamemor - "Yes Excellency. I am even prepared to bring the
matter of Breen settlement in Galaxy 23-A to the emperor's
notice on your behalf."
Pran leaned forward slightly, in thought. Not easy when taking
into account the helmet which mostly served to conceal the
Domo's true identity. Kamemor had learned years back that there
were subspecies of Breen different from each other but all
sharing the label of Breen. She was unsure which subspecies Pran
belonged to, though the absences of a refrigeration unit
attached to his suit meant he couldn't be a Paclu, alleged to
need such units for risk of their cells boiling even in room
temperature.
Pran - "These enemies of Trekylon, they would pose a threat if
allowed to destroy them?"
Kamemor - "The Great Houses of Xie would wipe out all vestiges
of Trekylon, including all the Founder Races, should they
conquer Gaia."
Pran - "This does not endear us to joining the empire as a
Founder Race. If they cannot protect your people from the Xie,
then why would we wish to willingly join such an empire?"
Ritol - "The benefits far outweigh the risks, Excellency. If
that were not so, the Romulan Empire would never have willing
gave up our sovereignty."
Kamemor said nothing. Ritol had only spoken true.
Pran - "Your intervention on our behalf will not be necessary. I
will meet with the Human emperor about settling in the native
galaxy. How many others have you been able to convince to render
assistance?"
Kamemor - "You and the Cardassians are the only ones who have
yet to join. The Cardassians are meeting with a Klingon
representative now."
Pran - "Where is the rendezvous?"
Ritol - "We cannot tell you unless you're willing to pledge
ships for the war effort. If so, then we'll share the
information. If not, we have nothing more to discuss."
Kamemor looked slightly shocked by the low hostility Ritol
exuded as she spoke to the Breen Domo. Clearly, the commander
had few lessons in the fine art of diplomacy and Kamemor
believed she might need to re-evaluate her before continuing
further. She was further shocked when the Breen appeared to
actually consider Ritol's words instead of taking offense.
Pran - "We do not yet have 600,000 ships to offer you. However,
we do have 450,000 that can be available immediately. The rest
must be kept in order to police the ex-Maquis systems."
Kamemor - "I believe there is room for adjustment, Excellency.
Commander Ritol will transmit the rendezvous coordinates once
you return to your ship."
She rose from her seat, as did Ritol and Domo Pran. Pran bowed
his head in farewell. Kamemor returned the gesture.
Pran - "It will be an honor to fight alongside you and your
people, Praetor. May fortune light your way."
With that, he turned and walked out the door, two Breen guards
and two Romulan guards falling into step behind him. When the
doors closed again, Kamemor turned to the younger commander.
Kamemor - "You will need to be taught better how to handle
yourself in a diplomatic situation, Commander."
Ritol - "Praetor, I leave diplomacy to those better qualified,
such as yourself. I am a soldier sworn to do my duty. That is
all I'll ever be."
Before Kamemor could say anything more, Ritol marched through
the doors, headed for the bridge.
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Cardassia, the same time as the meeting with Domo Pran
Kurn relished few duties as chancellor of the Klingon Empire.
The one thing he despised the most, diplomacy, was proving to be
just as he expected as he sat across from three Cardassians. Two
of them he knew by reputation. Gul Ekoor had been a part of the
democracy movement resulting from their defeat in a war against
Trekylon (then Holy Trek) and Inuyashia. The collapse of both
the Central Command and the Obsidian Order made possible by the
defeat in turn made possible the rise of the democracy movement
which swept into power. Central Command had been rebuilt by the
new Detepa Council under civilian supervision (whereas the
previous Central Command enjoyed an autonomy which often allowed
it to lord authority over the civilian governing body). To the
far right, Gul Nemec was a holdover from the old regime who had
adjusted to the new government only reluctantly. Having been in
the military four years longer than Ekoor, Nemec had a very
impressive battle record.
But it was the Cardassian seated between Ekoor and Nemec that
gave Kurn pause. Castellan Elim Garak sat and smiled at the
Klingon. To Kurn, the smile hid many lies, which was nothing new
when dealing with a former member of the Obsidian Order. While
Ekoor and Nemec wore serious expressions on their faces, Garak's
smile appeared at once deceitful, uneasy, and even formidable.
Kurn, while not happy with the fact his opponent was one such as
Garak, was nonetheless up to the challenge.
Garak - "You're here on behalf of Gell Kamemor to seek our
assistance in a war the Humans started against a foreign power?"
Kurn - "Yes. Kamemor is talking to the Breen domo as we speak,
and we expect to win their support."
Garak - "I see. And what if the Breen refuse your request?"
Kurn - "Then when the enemy comes for them, they will be alone.
They will die, perhaps with honor, perhaps not."
Ekoor - "This...Great Houses of Xie you name. How formidable are
they?"
Kurn - "They aided the rebels during the Civil War, and tried to
instigate a civil war in a neighboring nation. It is also
believed that the Great Michael's wife was abducted by mercs
funded by the rebels with money donated from the Great Houses."
Nemec - "Humans and their need to fight. We Cardassians would
not need outside help to settle our affairs."
Kurn - "Yet you accepted the Great Michael's offer of Founder
Race status rather than allow yourselves to be weakened by
defeat. Do not speak to me of Human infallibility when you have
also exhibited same."
Ekoor - "Chancellor, you must understand that this isn't the
same Cardassia that you fought alongside the Humans. We have a
legislature and public opinion to consider."
Garak - "Not to mention the pirates that continue to prey on our
shipping lines. How would the emperor balance our offer of
support? Would he send ships to our spacelanes and drive out the
pirates?"
Kurn - "If you cannot patrol your own spacelanes, then you
invite greater attack."
Garak - "Is that a threat, Chancellor?"
Kurn bared his teeth at Garak, wanting nothing so much than to
unsheath his dk'tagh dagger and plunge it into his body. But the
fear that Garak's insincere smile would be forever frozen on his
face at the moment of death reined in his impulse.
Kurn - "If I were to threaten you, Castellan, you would know
it."
Kurn rose from his seat and started for the doorway leading back
to the Landing Bay. Clearly he would get no answer from the
elusive Garak. But then Garak surprised him, "Wait"
Kurn froze at the doorway, and slowly turned back to face the
castellan. But it was Ekoor who rose from his seat and walked to
where Kurn stood.
Ekoor - "Because this is a great threat to all of us, I am
willing-with or without the consent of the council-to pledge
30,000 ships.....five whole divisions...to the war effort."
Nemec rose as well, "And I will pledge 50,000 ships to the
cause."
All three men turned to face Garak.
Garak - "I will put the measure before the Council, but after
that, the decision is out of my hands."
Kurn nodded to Ekoor and Nemec, then turned and walked out, no
bothering to offer farewell to Garak.
#Post#: 333--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 7, 2016, 10:11 am
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Orbit of Atlantica, Gateway Sector. Milky Way galaxy
Many of the surviving Xie, Jovepenian, and Rhamosian warships
that managed to escape the noose fell back to the Atlantica
system, with the Imperial Starfleet and IGF fleets in hot
pursuit. Little did they know that a final, devastating surprise
awaited them....
ISS Orpheus
Commodore Carlia Rhess licked her lips, not just to moisten the
parched skin, but also in predatory anticipation of what was to
come. Moments ago, Thrik received a subspace coded message from
the surface, where the interplanetary gun had just been brought
back online.
Dovas - "They picked a defensible position, within the gravity
well of the planet. We can't get too close without risking our
ships."
Dickson - "That's not counting the surface batteries and the
interplanetary gun, Counselor. Add those in there and they might
as well have painted bulls-eyes on their hulls."
Rhess - "Mr Ryujin, hold position. We brought them here, we only
need to keep them here for awhile."
Ryujin - "Aye."
Rhess - "Tahna, keep monitoring all frequencies. I want to know
the moment they begin to panic. Maybe we can get them to
surrender once they lose a few hundred ships."
Narik - "Aye."
Rhess - "Thrik, send signal on same coded frequency. Tell the
guys dirtside they have a clear shot and to enjoy themselves."
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Surface of Atlantica. Atluc Mountain Weapons Control Center
D'Lise stood at the main consoles with Milkowski at his side.
Closer to the energy matrix itself, Xi Bao, Lanning and MacKenna
used their tricorders and various tools to make adjustments.
Figuroa sat off to the side, monitoring the power output at a
second set of consoles. When the comm buzzed, Milkowski pressed
the activation control and the coded transmission arrived. After
imputing the decryption code, the message de-scrambled on the
small monitor. Milkowski looked up at D'Lise with a smile.
Milkowski - "We just got the word. We get to have our turkey
shoot."
D'Lise - "Ufunda, Batali. You boys have the guns loaded, have
fun. Lanning, Xi Bao, MacKenna, stand by while I power up the IP
gun."
Milkowski - "Allow me to select the first target?"
D'Lise - "By all means, Brian."
Milkowski began scanning for the closest enemy ship and found a
Jovepenian battlecruiser. Perfect. He locked in the coordinates,
then nodded to D'Lise. D'Lise began the power-up sequence, which
took almost five minutes to complete. With the transparent
button now glowing green, D'Lise smiled.
D'Lise - "As my great-great-granddad once said....FIRE IN THE
HOLE!"
He pressed the button...
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The Jovepenian battlecruiser, fully prepared to face off againt
Imperial starships and IGF fighters, was caught completely
off-guard. The pulsar beam, a beam of anti-protons and neutrons
compressed into a tight beam blasted from the surface of
Atlantica. Unlike turbolasers, the beam lasted nearly a full
minute before ending. Unlike phasers, the beam packed more
energy than a fleet of 100 starships firing phasers at once. The
beam ripped into the engine core first, destroying it in a
matters of seconds even as it roared through the ship, killing
everyone instantly. As the beam ripped apart the interior of the
ship, the visible destruction could be seen on the viewscreens
of friend and foe alike. The beam blasted the bridge of the
Jovepenian ship into millions of pieces of debris before coming
to an end. With the engine core now exposed and severely
damaged, the ship listed sharply starboard before going up in a
brilliant explosion which took several Xie fighters unfortunate
enough to be too close with it. Following up on the explosion,
several bursts of energy from the surface began to pummel the
Xie and Rhamosian ships. Nadion pulse-cannons installed three
years before the Exodus, they began to reduce the number of
surviving enemy ships still further.
cont'd>
#Post#: 334--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 7, 2016, 10:22 am
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<cont'd
On the bridge of ISS Orpheus, Commodore Rhess and the crew
watched with morbid fascination as the Jovepenian battlecruiser
was ripped apart and destroyed by the single pulsar beam blast
from the surface.
Dickson - "That should make them consider surrender."
Narik - "If that doesn't, then those other surface-to-orbit
batteries should."
Thrik - "They weren't expecting that we'd restore one of the
planetary defense systems and push them closer to the planet to
use them."
Rhess - "That was their folly."
Thrik looked down at his board as a signal came in. It
originated from several badly damaged Jovepenian frigates.
Thrik - "I have some Jovepenian frigate commanders offering
white flags."
Rhess - "Order them to disengage their remaining weapons ports
and shut down their engines."
Thrik passed the order via communications. Minutes later, on the
viewscreen, the Jovepenian frigates-seven in all-showed all
signs of compliance.
Narik - "We can now add four Rhamosian destroyers to our POW
list."
Sure enough, five of the Rhamosian destroyers, not as badly
damaged as their Jovepenian allies, had also shut down their
engines and disengaged their weapons ports.
Dickson - "Commodore, I have a massive power buildup in the
remaining Xie and Rhamosian ships. They're powering their
engines and setting course for Verulon Prime. Some remaining
Jovepenian ships are also changing course."
Thrik - "Do we pursue them, Commodore?"
Rhess - "Our forces have been wounded and crippled. We need to
repair the damage to our ships and get reinforcements before we
press on to Verulon. Let them go, for now. We'll have another
shot at them soon enough. Order the other ships in the fleet to
stand down."
Thrik - "Aye."
Ryujin - "We won."
Rhess - "We won a battle, Mr Ryujin, not the war. We still have
many battles to fight before we win that. But all in all, not a
bad first engagement."
They watched as the remaining enemy ships turned and jumped into
warp, on course for Verulon, their secondary fall-back position.
Rhess - "All ships, set course back to Galaxy-1"
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Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 7, 2016, 5:52 pm
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Ministry Building. Imperiopolis, Gaia
Martok was shoving another handful of gagh into his mouth when
Sisko entered his office. Under other circumstances, Martok
hated being interrupted when he was eating, but he and Sisko had
been friends for many years, and he knew that the rear admiral
wouldn't disturb the corpulent Klingon without good reason. As
Sisko came into the office, he produced a padd with the orders
as given by the emperor. Martok shoved the gagh into his maw,
then took the padd from the mohogany desk he sat behind and read
through the orders.
Martok - "You accepted temporary rank reduction in order to take
this mission?"
Sisko - "I needed to see the streaking stars again. Got tired of
being at a conference room constantly."
Martok - "You understand my friend, that officially you are now
a captain. This is to keep the enemy from knowing there is a
high-ranking officer they could either capture or kill."
Sisko - "I'm fully aware."
Martok - "It would seem that you may have a secondary duty,
Captain. There is a convoy of 500 colony ships each carrying
5,000 people being dispatched to resettle the Gateway Sector."
Sisko - "Drake I is determined to clinch our control of the
sector now that we've defeated and driven off the enemy fleet.
But I didn't expect to be escorting the convoy alone."
Martok - "You won't be alone. The emperor just received a
subspace holographic message from Gell Kamemor of Romulus. Seems
she was able to gather all the Founder Races together. Each
government is sending at least 600,000 ships. Chancellor Kurn is
leading the Klingon contingent."
Sisko - "Its amazing Praetor Kamemor was able to convince the
Tholians to join in the effort."
Martok grunted in agreement.
Martok - "What really surprised me is that Kurn didn't slit
Castellan Garak's throat when he met with him on Cardassia."
Sisko - "So what are my orders in regard to the convoy?"
Martok - "Just escort them to Galaxy-1. The rest will be taken
care of by Commodore Rhess. You will receive your task force
from her, with the addition of some of Kamemor's multinational
armada."
Sisko - "I wonder, why didn't you press to take command of a
squadron of Klingon ships?"
Martok - "Who would supervise the war effort? Besides, my days
of commanding a Bird-of-Prey are over."
Martok rose from his seat to shake hands with Sisko.
Martok - "Transit time through the Galaxy Gate will take 24
hours at maximum speed. Fortunately, your convoy can achieve
maximum speed, or it would take longer."
Sisko - "Then I better be under way."
Sisko started for the door, then stopped and turned back to
Martok
Sisko - "Think about what I said, my friend. You still have some
warrior in you left."
Martok smiled, showing snaggle teeth
Martok - "Qap'la, Captain Sisko."
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Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 10, 2016, 8:05 am
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26 Hours Later. Galaxy-1 Station
Little Thomas Berning had never been on a space station before,
so as he, his older sister Emmelina, his mother Janice, and
father Jake disembarked from the transport ship and made their
way through Customs, he held his mother's hand tighter. They
were the first civilian colonists to set foot on the station in
four years, and while Thomas was frightened of the large plazas
through which they walked after their security checks at
Customs, the others were excited about returning. Thomas had
been born only three years ago on Azuria, just as the Civil War
had past its high point, and the danger of a Xie
conquest-by-infiltration had been removed by the appearance of
the Inuyashians. His parents had lived on [i]Galaxy-1 seven
years before, and in fact his sister was born here just before
the Exodus. As other families and even many bachelor men and
single women streamed from Customs and began to spread out
across the plaza, Berning and his family made their way
leisurely to a series of turbolifts on the far side of the
plaza, where a small group of people were already waiting. They
were on their way to their living quarters to settle in and
begin the process of adjusting to their new lives back on the
station they once called home....[/i]
Medical Tech First Class Melissa Yarbrook, only two months away
from promotion to full nurse, had already settled in at the
Infirmary, where many of the injured from the recent Battle of
Gateway Sector were being brought following the return of the
victorious Imperial/IGF armada. While the station had yet to
receive its Chief Medical Officer, and various doctors from some
of the Imperial ships were serving temporarily to assist the
beleaguered staff, it had been decided that Yarbrook would serve
as Acting CMO for the duration. As she hurriedly grabbed
hyposprays and made her way out into the adjacent corridors, the
full scope of the recent battle could be seen in the various
states and degrees of injury among the wounded. Some received
only superficial injuries that could simply be tended to before
dismissing them to private guest quarters on the station, or the
return to their ships for convalescence. Others had been
severely burned, blistered cut open by debris. A few had even
lost limbs or parts of limbs, but sprinkled among the various
injured were those too injured to save. Those patients would
simply be administered painkillers and made as comfortable as
possible until they passed their last breath. At the far end of
the corridor, where only two medtechs recorded the certificates
that would be sent to their loved ones, the shrouded dead bore
silent witness to the fury of the enemy defense...
Commodore Rhess stood in front of her chair on the bridge of
Orpheus, looking at the image of the city-station on the
viewscreen. Shuttles moved in a constant line between the
station and her ship, as well as several other ships. Only four
hours after the battle, the fleet were beginning the process of
sending the overflow of wounded and dying to the station for
care. Several of the other ships were docked inside mobile
repair docks undergoing repairs. Farther out, past the imposing
form of the station, the Galaxy Gate was alive again, and she
could see several dozen transports against the backdrop of
glowing, shimmering energy. Colonists bound for either the
station or the formerly abandoned colony-systems in the sector,
she knew. She had also been informed that the multiracial force
pulled together by Romulan Praetor Gell Kamemor was on its way
and would arrive within the hour. As she continued to gaze at
the image of the station on the viewer, behind her the activity
was chaotic as damage reports, casualty reports and repair
estimations passed back and forth. Like the calm eye in a
hurricane, she took it all in without showing the least
disturbance.
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Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 25, 2016, 1:32 pm
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2 Hours Earlier. Galaxy Gate-Bode's Terminal
Michael I, former emperor of Trekylon now a private citizen of
the empire and husband to Empress Rebecca I of Inuyashia, stood
at the fore of the bridge on the Whitestar GUS Alabama as the
rest of his crew, a mix of Otakus from Inuyashia, Romulans and
Bajorans from Trekylon, and Cherokee from the State, carried on
their various duties. He was in command of a squadron of 5,000
Whitestars which had been given, reluctantly, by Kenzo Suzuki
after getting the comfirmation from Rebecca I and Drake I.
Suzuki, however, had reduced the number of ships Michael I could
use, to maintain combat readiness, he stated. Michael I was more
than amiable to the restriction, as he would still have
sufficient ships. He had also contacted Drake I about the
Venzetti individual Raan'Ta whom had been rescued after the
Battle At The Gate. He was told that a fast transport would
bring the Venzetti to Galaxy-1 and have him waiting by the time
Michael I's squadron arrived. As he walked back toward the
single chair at the center of the bridge (CONN and OPS were the
only other stations on the bridge with chairs, so everyone else
had to stand), his tactical officer, Nasmeen Rhelor gestured for
him to come to her station. A twenty-six Earth-year-old young
woman fresh from the Academy, Nasmeen had a genteel, almost
quiet nature which belied her tactical training and instinct for
combat.
Nasmeen - "Excellency, I have a mass of ships on approach."
Michael I - "From Milky Way or Bode's?"
Nasmeen - "Bode's"
Michael I - "I wasn't expecting anything more than the usual
civilian convoys en route to Milky Way. This sounds serious."
Nasmeen - "I am starting to get a better reading on the
returns.....sir, I'm reading at least 18,000 ships incoming,
with at least a two minute span between them."
Michael I - "Yellow Alert, for now. Keep the shields down until
we know who's coming in so fast."
Nasmeen - "Intercept in 2 minutes."
Michael I - "Do not engage the shields or weapons. Let's see who
they are before we take any further action."
From the CONN, the Romulan Tasmek Vol turned in his chair to
face the former emperor.
Vol - "Excellency, aren't we taking the chance these could be
Xie elements which had been hidden either by natural stellar
forces or cloaking technology?"
Michael I - "If that was a hidden Xie fleet, then they waited
too long to engage on this side of the Gate. The actual battle
just took place on the Milky Way side. They won't affect the
outcome of a battle that they already lost."
Nasmeen - "Sir, the ships are close enough now that I can ID
them.....they're from the United Tribes of Mongolistan."
Michael I - "All of them?"
Nasmeen - "Negative. Just the first 6,000 ships. I still cannot
ID the other groups as yet. Now getting a hail from the lead UTM
ship."
Michael I - "On screen."
The holoimager shimmered to life. A curtain dropped down, made
from holographic material which could easily transmit an
audio-visual feed from an incoming hail. As the curtain fell
into place, Michael I walked through the curtain, putting
himself in front of the viewport, where the Galaxy Gate could be
seen ahead. The image shimmered again and an image of a smiling,
mustachioed Asian face appeared. He wore a fur-brimmed headpiece
which bore a horsetail plummage. Michael I did not recognize
him, though he was certain Drake I might've met him.
Image - "I bring you greetings from the United Tribes of
Mongolistan. I am Hetman Tolui Temur, representing the Great
Khan. Who do I have the pleasure of greeting?"
Michael I - "This is Michael I, formerly emperor of the
Intergalactic Empire and Federal Commonwealth of Trekylon,
currently in command of a fleet representing the Gaian Union."
Toglui Temur - "Gaian Union? I have met your representatives
from your alliance. Your name is well-known as it is spoken
often by the emperor of Trekylon. It is an honor indeed to meet
the man who made the Gaian Union possible."
cont'd>
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Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 25, 2016, 3:00 pm
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<cont'd
Michael I - "I am married to the empress who also helped forge
the Union."
Tolui Temur - "I have heard much of you. You are said to be a
cunning warrior. Perhaps you and I could sharpen our blades for
the coming battle."
Michael I was stunned, "What battle you talking of, sir?"
Tolui Temur - "The battle against the Xie pigs, of course. You
see, our shipping lanes were attacked by the traitors from your
former nation during its civil war. It was recently revealed to
the Great Khan that elements of Xie technology were incorporated
by those dogs."
Michael I - "And the Great Khan wants to exact retribution."
Tolui Temur - "Indeed. And because we now know that your former
nation and its federacy also have grievances against the Xie,
your enemy is now also our enemy."
Michael I - "Is the Great Khan among your number?"
Tolui Temur - "As a matter of fact, he is. He never shuns a good
bloodbath. He is too Mongol for that."
As he spoke those words, a second figure leaned forward out of
the darkness. Michael I could see that this new individual was
very muscular yet lean in build, bore his mustache and goatee
like a proud warrior, and wore many decorative medals on his fur
sash which draped diagonally across his gold chestplate.
Timur-Oleg - "So at last I meet the Great Michael. The Klingons
speak reverently of you, indeed."
Michael I - "It is also my honor to meet you face-to-face."
Before he could say more, Nasmeen interrupted, "Sir, the next
group of 6,000 ships are dropping out of warp. I read their
markings as originating from the Greater Empire of Showa."
Michael I - "Stand by, Great Khan. We have new arrivals and I
would like to set up a split-screen."
Nasmeen - "Flagship is hailing us, sir."
Michael I - "Patch them into the commlink."
The image changed as a new image appeared to the right, moving
the Great Khan's image to the left automatically. A bedecked and
very well-armored face appeared on the screen, which Michael I
recognized as the newest Shogun, Jirihito.
Jirihito - "I hoped my fleet would meet with yours before you
embarked on your Holy War against the Great Houses. I did not
expect you would also make other allies."
Timur-Oleg - "I am the Great Khan of the United Tribes of
Mongolistan. Who addresses me?"
Jirihito - "I am the Shogun of the Greater Empire of Showa, and
I have several grievances against those Xie bastards."
Michael I - "Maybe once this war is over, I can facilitate a
more proper introduction for you gentlemen."
Jirihito - "Any enemy of the Great Houses is a friend of Showa."
Timur-Oleg - "Then it is settled."
Before Michael I could address both men, a third signal broke
into the commlink.
Voice - "Hello? Is this channel open?"
Michael I - "The audio channel is open, yes. Whom am I speaking
to?"
Voice - "Oh..my name is Ben Garrison, First Lord of the
Columbian Navy, representing the United Planets of Columbia. Are
you the leader of the Gaian Union?"
Michael I - "I was the founder of a previous federation which
gave birth to the Gaian Union. Michael I, formerly emperor of
Trekylon."
cont'd>
#Post#: 342--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 25, 2016, 7:35 pm
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<cont'd
Garrison - "It is an honor to meet you. I know you have
questions about why my fleet is here with you and your allies. I
would simply answer that question in terms of diplomacy. It is
my president's wish to establish and strengthen our relations
with neighboring powers. We were not directly affected by your
enemies, but it is hoped that we can establish ourselves as a
military power and expand our contacts by joining you."
Jirihito - "Then you have arrived at a propitious moment, First
Lord."
Michael I - "Gentlemen, I believe we now have a fighting chance
to win this war for the Gaian Union and for Verulon Prime.
Commander Tolui Temur, I would like to come aboard the Great
Khan's command barge to begin planning military operations and
prepare you to meet with the Trekylonian commander in charge of
the war effort."
Timur-Oleg - "I would welcome you, Shogun Jirihito and First
Lord Garrison to come aboard. I will prepare a Festival of
Welcome for you."
Michael I - "Once we make the jump into trans-space, I will beam
over to your ship. Shogun Jirihito, First Lord Garrison, I can
have our transporter beam you from your flagships to the Great
Khan's at the same time."
Both men nodded in agreement.
Michael I - "Then if you will allow me to activate the Galaxy
Gate, I will get us underway."
He locked eyes with Vol, "Activate Galaxy Gate sequence."
His fingers flew across the boards with rapid speed, as if he
had done this before. Michael I looked back up at the two men,
remembering that Garrison was also tied in via audio.
Michael I - "You may want to pull some of your ships back. When
the gate opens, a wash of energy will first blast out like
water. If they're too close, they could experience a power surge
and you could lose them. Its a major side-effect of using the
gate, but it'll get us to Milky Way in 24 hours."
A flash caught his attention. He turned back to the viewport to
see the Galaxy Gate come alive with energy. The portal opened
shortly afterwards.
Michael I - "Mr Vol, set course for the Milky Way galaxy. Enter
the gate and go to warp. Speed, warp 7."
Timur-Oleg - "I shall await your arrival aboard with an honor
guard. Thirty minutes?"
Michael I - "Thirty minutes. My transporter will lock on to you,
Shogun, and you, First Lord. They will beam you over at the same
time I do."
Garrison - "I've never experienced materialization before. This
will be unique."
Jirihito - "Agreed. I will also be ready. Jirihito out."
His image, and the image of Timur-Oleg and Tolui Temur
disappeared from the air. Michael I walked back toward his seat
but didn't sit down.
Michael I - "Inform Transporter Rooms 1, 2, and 5 to stand by
for transport."
#Post#: 343--------------------------------------------------
Re: Roundup at the Borderlands
DIR By: MichaelH23
Date: November 27, 2016, 1:32 am
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Z+3 days 9 hours (An hour after Michael I's departure for the
Milky Way). Breen battleship Dranek
Thot Nor was not one to wait patiently for others, whether in
his own race or aliens. He was pacing the bridge of his large
and formidable battleship to such a degree that his crew were
becoming annoyed. How a non-Breen could tell whether a Breen was
annoyed was unknown thanks to the helmets that concealed facial
expression. But he was attuned to his crew's emotional states
and could read from the pace of their various activities how
annoyed they were. Luckily, as a Thot in the Breen military, he
didn't have to care how annoyed his crew was, so long as they
did their duties. His Ak'ched (Lieutenat), Paras was also
impatient.
Paras - "We have been here for the last 10 minutes. Where is
Kamemor and the rest of her associates?"
Nor - "I'll give her another 2 minutes, then we're returning to
our territory. I will not keep our ships away from the homeland
much longer than necessary."
Just then, a H'ren (ensign) whose name escaped Thot Nor's memory
called from his station, "I have a tachyon surge at bearing
0-4-0"
Nor and Paras watched as the starry background began to waver as
if it had been a reflection in the water being disturbed. The
ripples began to solidify and take on the forms of various
Romulan and Klingon craft ranging from the Bird-of-Preys to the
Mogai and Negh'Var battleships.
Nor - "Transmit the code and await verification."
The H'ren did as ordered. Minutes later the reply-using the same
code-was received. Uthot (sub-thot) Renk stalked toward the
communications terminal and opened the commline to the Romulan
and Klingon commanders. The images-split so the Breen could see
both-resolved into the features of Commander Ritol on the IRW
Dokanek and Chancellor Kurn aboard the IKS Mogh's Blade.
Renk - "You are late."
Ritol - "Actually, my rather charming companion and I have been
here for a better part of four hours. We were waiting to see if
the Gorn, Kinshaya, and Tholian fleets would arrive before
yours."
Kurn - "You never did have a good sense of humor, Ritol. Still,
your ale was a very......considerate gift."
Ritol - "Have you picked up any Gorn or Cardassian transmissions
since your arrival?"
Nor stepped up beside Renk, assuming an air of command, "No, and
we will wait no longer. If they fail to arrive in the next
minute, then I say we proceed without them."
The h'ren spoke up again, "I'm picking up Gorn, Tholian, and
Cardassian transmissions. They're about to drop out of warp."
Renk - "Finally, the others arrive."
H'ren - "Kinshaya ships dropping out of warp."
Nor - "Hail their flagship."
Moments later, the screen expanded to show the Kinshaya admiral
in between the images of Ritol and Kurn. Archbishop Varan
scowled at Thot Nor.
Varan - "You do not have all the ships we agreed to. Explain."
Nor - "I do not owe you any explanation, winged one. Know simply
that the Gorn, Cardassians and Tholians will be arriving soon."
Varan - "Do you tell true, Breen?"
Ritol answered before Renk could, "He tells true, Archbishop.
Already, they are coming out of warp."
cont'd>
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