Personal audio file of Captain Jace Roberts. Stardate 54686.7.
My Ship, The Errant Venture was on a mission sent to us by my old friend in the Maquis, ships are tight there and they need the firepower, in Starfleet I was a fighter Ace. After my term as a pilot I moved to the earth, proving myself during the klingon conflicts I worked with Bravo Company, a crack unit of commando's. Years later I was dishonorably discharged for personal reasons. Im talking about this now mostly as a brief bit about my history. I'm nostalgic like that, But back to the story. I've taken the time to write the story down for you all to read and enjoy.
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The Errant Venture is a unique ship, built mostly out of a captured Klingon Bird Of Prey. The rest of her was built from scratch to house klingon and starfleet tech, most of it gotten through various back channels but she's a fine ship. My officers all love her like they were her children. Tira Netal, my Sub-Commander and Chief Of Engineering officer felt more at home in the stars then her native Bajorr. She, like me grew up aboard a ship. Her parents having been smugglers during the Occupation she became quite adept at handling machinery. Makon, that surly old klingon will never die I swear. He serves as my Tactical officer and probably my oldest friend, yes that pun was intended. During my time with starfleet I was sent to a borderworld to investigate Breen Pirates, there we found Makon rotting in a Breen slave camp. We busted him out and after my discharge he sought me out and joined my budding crew. Then we have my helmsman, a betazoid named Talyn, hes got ample amounts of talent behind the controls but no control around the female of any species he finds attractive. My science officer, how do I explain him. My science officer isn't really there. Its a bootleg copy of The Doctor that I picked up on Rygel VIII. Quirky and perpetually depressed he's proven to be a complete pain in the ass to the whole crew, but he fixes phaser burns like no other so we just take the snide comments, some years ago I had a happiness program installed but it malfunctioned. Instead of making him happy it just left him forever apathetical and melancholy but he's also got a permanent smile. These people and about a hundred others fill the crew roster. Well, back to the story. We had made a long journey from Talis IV, there we outfitted the Venture with brand, somewhat new Ion cannons. A great alternative to phasers or disruptors. They ignore shields and disrupt systems aboard the enemy vessel effectivly hitting it with a temporary EMP. So as we left the wormhole we decided to dock with Deep Space Nine. As the crew went ashore for the next three days I decided to have a drink in the bar.
The music was thumping, laughter and cheers filled the place from conversation and celebration at the Dabo tables. Quark the proprietor stood behind the bar, calmly cleaning a glass and on the occassion ordered one of the ferengi waiters to take drinks to a table. Makon sat in the darkest corner drinking from a heavy wooden stein and singing klingon songs to himself. Two Tellarite tradesmen argued over prices for ship parts while a tall woman wearing a silver cocktail dress with blue skin sat conversing with a female starfleet ensign. I stepped over the remanents of the bulkhead at the door and felt as sudden lightness in my right leg, I cursed to myself silently as I missed the feel of the klingon disruptor at my hip. I had always been good with a phaser but I prefered the raw punch of a Disruptor, mine was abit heavier cause klingon weapons don't come standard with a stun setting, you have to get that function extra. So as I strode in and sat at the bar. I ordered a Risean sunrise and listened to the bustling crowd.
Not long after I had finished my third sunrise five tall Klingons strode in, wearing KDF uniforms and brandishing the house badge of Tak'or. Now would be a good time to mention that Makon's last name is Tak'or. His brother usurped the house from him twenty years earlier and sold him to the Breen. His brother, now a high council member along with the KDF itself has been a declared enemy of Makon. Yeah, hes a strange klingon. I knew that if Makon and these men met eyes there would be blood so I watched, trying to think of something quick but I wasn't fast enough.
"There's the traitor!" the lead one said as he reached for his dagger and pointed at the unaware Makon.
"Makon! Look out!" I yelled and my hand instinctivly drifted to where the grip of my disruptor should have been but when my hand came up empty I muttered a curse again and grabbed the pitcher of Risean Sunrise and tossed it like a baseball, smacking the second klingon dead in the bone ridge, he dropped to the floor hard as the glass shattered against his skull, drawing blood and dazing the warrior. The third klingon drew his dagger and rushed me, his sharp toothed mouth opened wide like he was going to eat me as he bellowed a battle cry. He lunged hard but I rolled back, sticking my foot out and flipping him over, head first into the metal bar. With a loud thunk the warrior was out cold on the floor, quickly I righted grabbing a glass bottle from the counter and smashing it against the counter, like in those twentieth century gangster movies. Gripping the neck of the bottle in my hand inversed like a combat knife, the lead klingon and myself moved circles. The music had stopped and the dabo tables fell silent as the patrons were all watching our duel.
"This is not your fight human, why do you defend such a cowardly klingon such as he?" Asked the hostile warrior.
I stared him in the eyes, my hands sweating from the excertion. My heart sounding like the mating call of a bullfrog as it beat in my chest.
"Because he's a member of my crew and I will die for any of my crewmen!" I retorted.
The klingon smirked and charged, swiping wildly but he was aiming for vitals. I strained to move around the strikes and sweeps. Finally I blocked a horizontal slash and countered with a sharp kick to the stomach that sent the klingon flying into the crowd of people. Sending chairs, dabo girls and gamblers into the air with a loud resounding crash. Taking the time to look around I noticed the other two klingons were unconcious next to Makon, he stood there with a wolfish grin on his face while holding a chair in his hand and a disruptor in the other, "He must have taken it from one of the klingons" I thought as I watched. "Captain! Take Cover!" Yelled Makon as the lead klingon took aim with a disruptor, murder screaming through his eyes the room was filled with the echo of a disruptor shot and afterwards all was silent.
When the security forces came inside they found four klingons with bumps and bruises while one laying on his back in a pile of broken bottles and chairs with a six inch smoldering hole in his chest. Makon holding the still warm disruptor. Odo the chief of security called it Defense and didn't charge us, but we still did our leave in a holding cell for starting a bar fight.
My Ship, The Errant Venture was on a mission sent to us by my old friend in the Maquis, ships are tight there and they need the firepower, in Starfleet I was a fighter Ace. After my term as a pilot I moved to the earth, proving myself during the klingon conflicts I worked with Bravo Company, a crack unit of commando's. Years later I was dishonorably discharged for personal reasons. Im talking about this now mostly as a brief bit about my history. I'm nostalgic like that, But back to the story. I've taken the time to write the story down for you all to read and enjoy.
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The Errant Venture is a unique ship, built mostly out of a captured Klingon Bird Of Prey. The rest of her was built from scratch to house klingon and starfleet tech, most of it gotten through various back channels but she's a fine ship. My officers all love her like they were her children. Tira Netal, my Sub-Commander and Chief Of Engineering officer felt more at home in the stars then her native Bajorr. She, like me grew up aboard a ship. Her parents having been smugglers during the Occupation she became quite adept at handling machinery. Makon, that surly old klingon will never die I swear. He serves as my Tactical officer and probably my oldest friend, yes that pun was intended. During my time with starfleet I was sent to a borderworld to investigate Breen Pirates, there we found Makon rotting in a Breen slave camp. We busted him out and after my discharge he sought me out and joined my budding crew. Then we have my helmsman, a betazoid named Talyn, hes got ample amounts of talent behind the controls but no control around the female of any species he finds attractive. My science officer, how do I explain him. My science officer isn't really there. Its a bootleg copy of The Doctor that I picked up on Rygel VIII. Quirky and perpetually depressed he's proven to be a complete pain in the ass to the whole crew, but he fixes phaser burns like no other so we just take the snide comments, some years ago I had a happiness program installed but it malfunctioned. Instead of making him happy it just left him forever apathetical and melancholy but he's also got a permanent smile. These people and about a hundred others fill the crew roster. Well, back to the story. We had made a long journey from Talis IV, there we outfitted the Venture with brand, somewhat new Ion cannons. A great alternative to phasers or disruptors. They ignore shields and disrupt systems aboard the enemy vessel effectivly hitting it with a temporary EMP. So as we left the wormhole we decided to dock with Deep Space Nine. As the crew went ashore for the next three days I decided to have a drink in the bar.
The music was thumping, laughter and cheers filled the place from conversation and celebration at the Dabo tables. Quark the proprietor stood behind the bar, calmly cleaning a glass and on the occassion ordered one of the ferengi waiters to take drinks to a table. Makon sat in the darkest corner drinking from a heavy wooden stein and singing klingon songs to himself. Two Tellarite tradesmen argued over prices for ship parts while a tall woman wearing a silver cocktail dress with blue skin sat conversing with a female starfleet ensign. I stepped over the remanents of the bulkhead at the door and felt as sudden lightness in my right leg, I cursed to myself silently as I missed the feel of the klingon disruptor at my hip. I had always been good with a phaser but I prefered the raw punch of a Disruptor, mine was abit heavier cause klingon weapons don't come standard with a stun setting, you have to get that function extra. So as I strode in and sat at the bar. I ordered a Risean sunrise and listened to the bustling crowd.
Not long after I had finished my third sunrise five tall Klingons strode in, wearing KDF uniforms and brandishing the house badge of Tak'or. Now would be a good time to mention that Makon's last name is Tak'or. His brother usurped the house from him twenty years earlier and sold him to the Breen. His brother, now a high council member along with the KDF itself has been a declared enemy of Makon. Yeah, hes a strange klingon. I knew that if Makon and these men met eyes there would be blood so I watched, trying to think of something quick but I wasn't fast enough.
"There's the traitor!" the lead one said as he reached for his dagger and pointed at the unaware Makon.
"Makon! Look out!" I yelled and my hand instinctivly drifted to where the grip of my disruptor should have been but when my hand came up empty I muttered a curse again and grabbed the pitcher of Risean Sunrise and tossed it like a baseball, smacking the second klingon dead in the bone ridge, he dropped to the floor hard as the glass shattered against his skull, drawing blood and dazing the warrior. The third klingon drew his dagger and rushed me, his sharp toothed mouth opened wide like he was going to eat me as he bellowed a battle cry. He lunged hard but I rolled back, sticking my foot out and flipping him over, head first into the metal bar. With a loud thunk the warrior was out cold on the floor, quickly I righted grabbing a glass bottle from the counter and smashing it against the counter, like in those twentieth century gangster movies. Gripping the neck of the bottle in my hand inversed like a combat knife, the lead klingon and myself moved circles. The music had stopped and the dabo tables fell silent as the patrons were all watching our duel.
"This is not your fight human, why do you defend such a cowardly klingon such as he?" Asked the hostile warrior.
I stared him in the eyes, my hands sweating from the excertion. My heart sounding like the mating call of a bullfrog as it beat in my chest.
"Because he's a member of my crew and I will die for any of my crewmen!" I retorted.
The klingon smirked and charged, swiping wildly but he was aiming for vitals. I strained to move around the strikes and sweeps. Finally I blocked a horizontal slash and countered with a sharp kick to the stomach that sent the klingon flying into the crowd of people. Sending chairs, dabo girls and gamblers into the air with a loud resounding crash. Taking the time to look around I noticed the other two klingons were unconcious next to Makon, he stood there with a wolfish grin on his face while holding a chair in his hand and a disruptor in the other, "He must have taken it from one of the klingons" I thought as I watched. "Captain! Take Cover!" Yelled Makon as the lead klingon took aim with a disruptor, murder screaming through his eyes the room was filled with the echo of a disruptor shot and afterwards all was silent.
When the security forces came inside they found four klingons with bumps and bruises while one laying on his back in a pile of broken bottles and chairs with a six inch smoldering hole in his chest. Makon holding the still warm disruptor. Odo the chief of security called it Defense and didn't charge us, but we still did our leave in a holding cell for starting a bar fight.
