"This war isn't over and you're already planning for the next."
"Well put."
-Bashir and Sloan (DS9: “Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges”)
PROLOGUE
Stardate: 54512.4 (7 July 2377)
Imperial Romulan Warbird Odaus
Rator Star System, Romulan Star Empire
Slowly, methodically, Commander Hanora scanned the sensor readouts. She trusted her crew to do their job, but she couldn’t help herself. He was out there…somewhere.
Green light from her tactical officer’s display punctuated her pale white, chiseled face. The bridge of her D'deridex class ship was solemnly quiet. Despite the fact sound didn’t travel in space, everyone muted themselves. They were playing a dangerous game of predator and prey…and it was still unclear which role they would play.
Her vessel was under cloak, but they were not alone.
Centurion Chruja reported to his commander, who hovered over his shoulder, “I’m not reading any tetryon particles.”
Hanora confirmed with, “Commander P’nav knows how to run his ship.”
The bridge crew’s single-minded concentration was broke when an untactful voice blurted, “Have you found them?”
The Odaus commander didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. In preparation for dealing with him, she took a long blink and sigh. Then, she regarded him, “Not yet, Major Rima.”
Commander Hanora had an adequate working relationship with the Tal Shiar operative. Though, she wasn’t thrilled about having an ‘advisor’ assigned to her ship. It wasn’t due to any political or social reservations, though. She simply couldn’t shake the idea that she was being evaluated. It was possible she wasn’t, she reminded herself. She only took control of the Odaus last year, it was her first command.
Rima, a respectable officer, strode closer. He seemed to casually examine the earth-toned green and brown color scheme of the bulkheads. He settled in front of the main viewer. The dark-skinned Romulan gazed at the orange star. “P’nav must be in this system.”
The warbird master joined him. Both sported the short, traditional military hair cut. “Of that I have no doubt, Major. If he went to warp, we would detect it.”
“Which means he also knows we are here,” inferred Rima. The Tal Shair crossed his arms, “Suggestions, Commander?”
“I’ve studied his tactics,” began Hanora, “when trapped, he will strike.”
“I agree,” he stated. Rima began to make his way off the bridge, “Find him, Commander...lest he finds us.”
He was about to enter the lift when Chruja called out, “Ship decloaking! He’s right on top of us!”
“Decloak!” reacted Hanora. “Raise shields!”
“Too late!”
*****
The graceful lines of the D'deridex class, Fothmar, formed in space. It seemingly fired disruptor bursts at empty space. They hit their mark, however. The black exploded and another D'deridex was revealed.
The Fothmar slammed the Odaus with several well placed blows.
The attacker strafed its victim and jumped to warp.
*****
After recovering her footing and coughing out the smoke in her lungs, Hanora yelled over the klaxons, “Report!”
“Sensors are down,” relayed one crewmember.
Another coughed out, “So…is the warp drive!”
“Six injures reported, all minor.”
Despite the chaos he caused, Hanora couldn’t help but feel a certain admiration for her foe. He knew exactly how to inflect maximum damage with minimal casualties. “Well done,” she whispered to herself.
The major was on one knee aft of her. A trickle of green blood ran down his right nostril. He locked eyes with the female commander. His face barely hid his annoyance. It wasn’t focused at her, however. “I had hoped we could take care of this problem alone.” He stood, wiped his nose and examined the copper-based fluid, “We are only four light years from the Neutral Zone. It’s time to employ other assets.”
END PROLOGUE
"Well put."
-Bashir and Sloan (DS9: “Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges”)
PROLOGUE
Stardate: 54512.4 (7 July 2377)
Imperial Romulan Warbird Odaus
Rator Star System, Romulan Star Empire
Slowly, methodically, Commander Hanora scanned the sensor readouts. She trusted her crew to do their job, but she couldn’t help herself. He was out there…somewhere.
Green light from her tactical officer’s display punctuated her pale white, chiseled face. The bridge of her D'deridex class ship was solemnly quiet. Despite the fact sound didn’t travel in space, everyone muted themselves. They were playing a dangerous game of predator and prey…and it was still unclear which role they would play.
Her vessel was under cloak, but they were not alone.
Centurion Chruja reported to his commander, who hovered over his shoulder, “I’m not reading any tetryon particles.”
Hanora confirmed with, “Commander P’nav knows how to run his ship.”
The bridge crew’s single-minded concentration was broke when an untactful voice blurted, “Have you found them?”
The Odaus commander didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. In preparation for dealing with him, she took a long blink and sigh. Then, she regarded him, “Not yet, Major Rima.”
Commander Hanora had an adequate working relationship with the Tal Shiar operative. Though, she wasn’t thrilled about having an ‘advisor’ assigned to her ship. It wasn’t due to any political or social reservations, though. She simply couldn’t shake the idea that she was being evaluated. It was possible she wasn’t, she reminded herself. She only took control of the Odaus last year, it was her first command.
Rima, a respectable officer, strode closer. He seemed to casually examine the earth-toned green and brown color scheme of the bulkheads. He settled in front of the main viewer. The dark-skinned Romulan gazed at the orange star. “P’nav must be in this system.”
The warbird master joined him. Both sported the short, traditional military hair cut. “Of that I have no doubt, Major. If he went to warp, we would detect it.”
“Which means he also knows we are here,” inferred Rima. The Tal Shair crossed his arms, “Suggestions, Commander?”
“I’ve studied his tactics,” began Hanora, “when trapped, he will strike.”
“I agree,” he stated. Rima began to make his way off the bridge, “Find him, Commander...lest he finds us.”
He was about to enter the lift when Chruja called out, “Ship decloaking! He’s right on top of us!”
“Decloak!” reacted Hanora. “Raise shields!”
“Too late!”
*****
The graceful lines of the D'deridex class, Fothmar, formed in space. It seemingly fired disruptor bursts at empty space. They hit their mark, however. The black exploded and another D'deridex was revealed.
The Fothmar slammed the Odaus with several well placed blows.
The attacker strafed its victim and jumped to warp.
*****
After recovering her footing and coughing out the smoke in her lungs, Hanora yelled over the klaxons, “Report!”
“Sensors are down,” relayed one crewmember.
Another coughed out, “So…is the warp drive!”
“Six injures reported, all minor.”
Despite the chaos he caused, Hanora couldn’t help but feel a certain admiration for her foe. He knew exactly how to inflect maximum damage with minimal casualties. “Well done,” she whispered to herself.
The major was on one knee aft of her. A trickle of green blood ran down his right nostril. He locked eyes with the female commander. His face barely hid his annoyance. It wasn’t focused at her, however. “I had hoped we could take care of this problem alone.” He stood, wiped his nose and examined the copper-based fluid, “We are only four light years from the Neutral Zone. It’s time to employ other assets.”
END PROLOGUE
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