Stardate 51348.33
March 20, 2375
Malcor Sector
March 20, 2375
Malcor Sector
The fields of Ty’Dek and the towering dark spires of Uonn flashed through Commander Chuar’s mind as the Popurs roared through the Delaron Nebula. Commander Chuar is a middle-aged male Klingon whose years haven’t been kind to him. He is a proud man. It has been two months since the Popurs and its crew was separated from rest of the Klingon fleets. They have been pursuing Dominion ships that have been attempting attacks far from the front lines. There have been reports of ships as far away as the Malcorian system.
They managed to destroy several ships. But Starfleet fear that there may be more. Chuar longed for home. For him, home is the grand old castle where his big family is, in the city of Uonn in the south polar region, where the land is flat, cold and with whipping winds. The warriors of Uonn are repututed to be one of the toughest. They say Kahless was trained by a warrior from Uonn.
“My Lord!” a young wiry lieutenant yelled as the klaxon started blaring. “There’s a ship on sensors”. Chuar stood up. He was a bit relieved, for they may engage in battle for the first time in three weeks. “What ship is it? Where is it?” “It’s in the Malcorian system, like the Starfleet reports say. Chuar looked at him and growled. “They say the Malcorians are barely capable of Warp One. Tell me if it’s Malcorian or Jem’Hadar”. “My Lord, it’s Jem’Hadar. They are over Malcor V”.
Chuar’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Pursue them! Prepare for battle!” The room cheered as the Popurs changed course for Malcor V. “My Lord, I’ve found something else” said the female officer at the science station”. Chuar glared over at her. He didn’t care for scientists and he wasn’t ashamed to show his disdain for her. “They appear to be scanning Malcor IV, and firing at their artificial satellites”. Chuar chucked. “Then we better destroy them, will we?” He turned to the helmsman. “Increase speed to maximum!”
“We are entering the Malcorian system, My Lord”. The bright flashing blue storms of Malcor VI, a gas supergiant gleamed as the Popurs passed it. Chuar stood up. He knew they are about to face their destiny. “My crew! We are about to face our deaths. Be prepared and go down with honor. Fight with all of our power and we will see each other in the afterlife with the great warriors that have gone before us”. The crew cheered as the Popurs roared toward Malcor V.
An image of a huge imposing Jem’Hadar battleship appeared on the screen. “They appear to be damaged. But they are still a worthy opponent, My Lord”. Chuan smiled and growled, baring his rotten teeth. “Take us in! Charge all weapons”.
The icy eyes of Nokyk, the female Vorta commander stared at the image of the Popurs on a computer screen. “Why are they coming after us? Don’t they know they stand no chance against us? Klingons are funny”. A Jem’Hadar soldier stood by her side. He looked at her. “What are your orders?” “Destroy them” said Nokyk as she walked away”. “Victory is Life!” he chanted.
The Prime knew they didn’t have any chance getting out of this in one piece either, but the Vorta’s orders are absolute and not following it would anger the founders. It is too ingrained into their genome for them to resist any orders. They have been scanning this region for construction of new bases and shipyards.
“Prime, The Klingons are on a fast pursuit. What are the orders?” said the second. “Pursue and destroy them!” The ship broke orbit and headed for the Popurs. “Fire all weapons” said the Prime”. The ship shook as they took fire. “Heavy damage on decks five through fifteen” said the third. The fifth looked at him. “We are losing weapons”. Prime remained defiant. “Victory is life. Set a collision course and keep on firing”.
“My Lord! They are on a collision course. They have little weapons left, and their shields are about to collapse”. Chuars stood up and smiled. “Our destiny is here! Set a collision course and fire all batteries!” he roared. In all 51 years of his life, Chuars dreamed that he would face his death like this. He rejoiced that there will be songs about him and his honorable end. Just as the Popurs got closer to the Jem’Hadar ship, he turned to the female scientist. “Send a message to the fleet. Tell them of our imminent demise! Make sure our names go down in history”. “Yes, my Lord”. The science station exploded as she turned, killing her. Chuars now knew that nobody may ever know of their fate, but they would still die with honor.
The two ships exchanged brilliant volleys of phaser and torpedo fire as they headed for each other, with Malcor V in the distance. Both of the Popurs’ nacelles exploded as it headed for the reactor on the underside of the helpless Jem’Hadar ship as they lost weapons.
There was a great explosion as the Popurs crashed into the Jem’Hadar ship. Large pieces of the Jem’Hadar broke into pieces, including a nacelle.
The Prime found himself under the debris in what was the bridge. There was nothing but smoke, fire and explosions. The crew was dead. He groaned as he crawled toward a console that was barely working. He could see that the ship was headed for a planet as a safeguard. But it was not Malcor V. The now unmanned ship was headed for Malcor IV.
Stardate 63672.5, 12 years later
August 2, 2387
U.S.S. Yarmouth
August 2, 2387
U.S.S. Yarmouth
Tauturan Jellies swirled around the aquarium as Lt. Commander David Hoyt stared at them over a bowl of soup. “Don’t you think they are beautiful, Dave? Hanori thought it was a good idea to put them for the customers” said a voice from behind. He turned around to see Ensign Elizabeth Edwards standing at the bar. He knew her as the little girl who lived across the street when he was in high school back in Dallas on Earth. She managed to follow her all the way to the Yarmouth. It didn’t help that both of their fathers were Starfleet Admirals and close friends.
Hoyt chuckled. “Yes, but you better not call me Dave around others”. It wasn’t easy not seeing the little
girl who used to come over to play with the dog. But Elizabeth Edwards was all grown up and a graduate of Starfleet Academy. He first left Dallas for Starfleet during the Dominion War. He didn’t look back and served on starships and starbases. Years went by before the fateful day when the Yarmouth returned to Earth for a refit when he would find Elizabeth, then fresh out of the academy, working at a station in Engineering. That was nearly a year ago.
Elizabeth walked up to him. “Da…I mean Commander Hoyt, I have something to tell you. I haven’t told anybody else. But Calvin Rowe just proposed to me last night”. Hoyt was a bit taken back. He knew they had been dating for a while but this was unexpected. Rowe was from Texas as well, but from Galveston. “I don’t know what to say. Congratulations! Your Dad would have been proud”. Elizabeth nodded. “I know. That’s why I would like you to give me way at the wedding. It will be next spring at Starbase 89”. Hoyt thought for a moment. “Of course, I would be more than happy to give you way. Your father was a good and honorable man. It would be an honor of mine to take his place”.
“Captain! I don’t know how to explain this” Hoyt exclaimed as he looked at the screen. “Commander, what’s the problem?” “The ship up ahead…I don’t know how this is possible. The configuration and fusion signatures are Malcorian.
I'm trying to write a story about an emergence of the Malcorians following contact with the Dominion. Any input would be appericated. I'm still uncertain about the Yarmouth storyline at this time..
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