Chapter Eighteen (continued)
Nog briefed Bowers and his team in the Defiant
’s transporter room on landing coordinates. Also included in the briefing, via audio comm.-line, were Captain Klag on the Gorkon and Ambassador Worf on the Sword of Kahless. Vaughn and Ro had also contacted the ship from the planet’s surface. The Ferengi engineer indicated a schematic of the compound on a readout screen. A circle surrounded the graphic representation of the structure symbolizing the magnetic shield inhibiting transporter function.
“It’s a very outdated forcefield,” Nog explained. “It’s similar to one used on Rura Penthe in the late 23rd century. The sonic pulse Commander Vaughn used to escape the structure could overcome it, but that would take a lot longer and at a lower orbit.”
“We might attract too much attention,”
Vaughn chimed in from down on the surface. “Especially if they call in reinforcements.”
“Exactly,” Nog replied. “We’ll have to uncloak just to use the transporter and its range is stretched as far it can go.”
“We’ll have to beam down at least a kilometer from the forcefield’s periphery,” said Bowers. “We’ll set down from the southwest. Klag’s team will come in from the north. Worf and Rodek will come at them from the east-southeast.”
“Just remember,” Vaughn added. “We were able to trigger the alarms, so they know we’ll bring reinforcements. Expect heavy resistance.”
“Transport coordinates have been received,”
Klag said from the Gorkon transporter bay. “We’ve prepared simultaneous transport of my party and for Rodek’s meet with the ambassador. With three squadrons, one of them should certainly get through.”
“No offense, Captain, but I plan on coming out of this alive,” Bowers quipped. “Are you ready over there, Ambassador?”
Worf replied. “Today is a good day die.
“Let’s go,” Bowers told his six-person team. In addition to Bowers, three other humans were part of the team—two male, one female. An Andorian female and a Bolian male were the last to step onto the pad.
Worf exited his quarters aboard the Sword of Kahless
and quickly headed for the transporter bay. On his way there, General Grelik caught up to him down the corridor.
“General,” Worf said with a quick nod. “We are ready to proceed,” the ambassador plainly stated, wanting to avoid another conversation about any reservations either Klingon crew might have about assisting a Federation diplomat. He had gotten dismissive looks from Sword
crewmembers who had assisted in his search for the mole. Despite his title and his history as the only Klingon in Starfleet, Worf was still certain that he was acting in the name of justice for the House of Martok.
“Are you sure you don’t want any of my crew to accompany you?” Grelik asked, as the set of double doors parted to admit him into the transporter room.
Worf gave a reluctant sigh once he stepped inside and turned to face the general. “With all due respect,” he said calmly, but firmly, “Identifying Sulvek as a mole happened rather easily. For all we know, he has an accomplice waiting for the right moment to undermine us. I cannot be certain whom can be trusted.”
“But you trust Klag and his crew?” Grelik asked with a hint of skepticism.
“With my life,” Worf confidently responded. He gave an affirming nod to the transporter technician upon stepping onto the pad. “Worf to Gorkon
, ready for transport.”
the transporter operator on the other Klingon ship replied.
Worf and Grelik exchanged one last look as the ambassador dematerialized. “Transport successful, General,” the technician reported.
“You are dismissed, bekk
,” Grelik replied.
The technician obligingly stepped outside. Grelik then stepped over to the control console to send an encrypted message.
“Worf, son of Mogh,” Rodek declared, once the whole team had materialized on the surface. “I stand ready to assist the House of Martok.”
“I am in your debt, Rodek, son of Noggra,” Worf replied, his face betraying none of his emotions, acting as if the two were not well acquainted. The two had now crossed paths for first time since Rodek had his memories of his life as Kurn, son of Mogh, erased.
“That is the response I would expect from my older brother,”
Rodek heard his own voice say. It was his own voice, but he felt it belonged to another person.
!” Worf proclaimed.
!” Rodek and the rest of the eight person team replied.
They all raised their bat’leths
and marched off towards battle. From a faraway ravine, two Klingon warriors dressed in twenty-second century military jumpsuits stood watch waiting to strike. Aiming his disruptor, one of them fired in the direction of Worf’s team, clipping the soldier on the far right and the one on the far left. Flurries of disruptor fire came at them from behind in all directions.
“Move out,” Worf grunted. “Lay down cover fire.”
Rodek and the rest of his party dispersed hoping to make taking them all out more difficult while firing in the direction of enemy disruptor fire. While they continued firing back and forth, four Klingons materialized behind them catching Worf’s attention. Two of the attackers knocked two from Worf’s team with bat’leths
. The three Klingons shooting at his team joined in the battle armed with mek’leths
. Four against seven did not look like very good odds for Worf, Rodek, and the other two from their party left standing.
Determined to die on his feet, one of the downed warriors upended one enemy attacker with a bat’leth
, and then jammed his dagger into his opponent’s chest. He barely had a few seconds to stand up and continue on the prowl when he took bat’leth
strike in the back of his neck. “You will not have this day,” he struggled to groan while twisting around to see the face of the coward who had just killed him. He got a quick at his killer choking out his last breaths while jamming a knife into the man’s abdomen. Both bodies then fell to ground, now empty lifeless shells.
Swords continued clanging together with neither side getting a decisive advantage. Worf had two attackers with which to contend, while the rest went one-on-one. Though it was often too bulky for its own good, Worf’s bat’leth kept the two mek’leths at bay. He thrusted the two warriors away from him, and then landed a killing blow into the chest of the man on his right. He then took a strike in his left arm from other enemy soldier. He gently nursed the wound, while seeing that his opponent was about to land a killing blow.
A squadron of twelve Ku-Vok-leth
soldiers gathered in the cargo deck of the deuterium refinery once word had gotten out that enemy soldiers were storming compound. Whatever was about to take place in the next few minutes, these soldiers’ orders were guard the resonance chamber and the freight shuttle carrying it with their lives. The lead soldier walked over to the staircase as he saw Kur’Tok storming down to receive any orders before heading into battle. “Two squadrons on their way here,” he reported. “One is Starfleet and the other is Klingon Defense Force. We are vastly outnumbered.”
“Do what you must,” Kur’Tok grunted. “We must make sure the shuttle is ready for launch.” He then motioned the Markalian computer technician over to him to issue instructions. “Get that resonance chamber on the shuttle now!” he barked.
“We haven’t completed the safety checks,” the Markalian insisted. “I warned you what can happen if Omega should destabilize…”
with safety checks,” Kur’Tok bellowed. “We are out of time! Move!
” He then grabbed the technician by the arm and shoved him in the direction of the shuttle to punctuate his instructions.
An explosion momentarily blinded everyone in the room. A Starfleet team that included Vaughn, Ro, and Bowers stormed onto the catwalk. One of the human officers motioned for Zeyner to stand aside and stay out of the way of the shooting. He just snickered at the notion that he would follow those instructions to the letter. That officer and the rest of his team spread out along the catwalk laying down phaser fire against the unending swarm of Klingon disruptor fire.
A side hatch blew open and Klag’s team of eight soldiers ran through in a single file wielding mek’leths
. One of the Ku-Vok-leth
soldiers ran towards them shooting at them. Four others headed for Klag’s party armed with mek’leths
. As hand-to-hand fighting ensued, the Markalian technician and a Klingon technician placed anti-gravity harnesses onto the resonance chamber and moved it towards the shuttle.
“They’re loading the resonance chamber,” Vaughn remarked to Bowers and Ro. “Bowers, cover us. Ro, with me.”
Bowers pointed his rifle in the direction of a soldier at the bottom of the stairs and fired to get his attention. The Klingon fired back, diverting his attention to the stairs, which allowed Vaughn and Ro to straight. Others were shooting in their direction, but they countered with phaser fire of their own.
Amid all the chaos, Zeyner tiptoed down the catwalk to a ladder along the wall. He grabbed one of the rungs with both hands while wrapping his over the railing and climbing down. Upon reaching the bottom, he made a beeline for the shuttle.
Ro saw him in the corner of her eye while continuing to fire her phaser in the direction of two Ku-Vok-leth soldiers.
“Zeyner,” she shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She fired at Zeyner, clipping him in the right ribcage area. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Ro was not able to get clear shot since a mek’leth
struck her in the right shoulder. That Klingon then took a kick in the stomach from Vaughn, who then shot him in the chest with his phaser.
The roar of an engine then caught Vaughn’s attention while taking a look at Ro’s stab wound and making sure Zeyner didn’t try to make a run for it. The cargo shuttle Kur’Tok wanted launched at all costs moved straight up towards the sun roof and tore through plexi-glass shield. The Ku-Vok-leth soldiers still standing then ceased firing, and Bowers signaled his troops to do the same.
“Vaughn to Delphi
,” Vaughn called tapping his combadge. “Computer, three to beam out.”
Zeyner removed a device from his pocket as he, Ro, and Vaughn were dematerializing. That kept him from completely dematerializing while Vaughn and Ro had beamed up.