Randor
Lieutenant Commander
Just got a start on it, lemme know what you think:
“Coming around to eight five mark twelve, z plus three five, thrusters at full, raedy for impulse maneuvering.”
“Very well, Lieutenant, set course for the Moraba System and take us out.”
Hikaru Sulu turned back to his helm, punched in the new coordinates and brought the impulse engines to full power. He shot a glance at navigation where Ensign Chekov was finishing up his plotting.
“Coordinates entered,” the Russian-accented officer said.
“Confirmed,” Sulu said, turning back to the first officer. “Ready for warp, Commander Spock, course for Moraba laid in.”
Spock moved away from the science station, his hands clasped behind his back. “Engage, Mister Sulu, maximum warp.”
The Vulcan stopped next to the command chair and shot a glance as the doors to the aft turbolift hissed open.
“What’ve we got?” James Kirk asked as he sauntered out of the lift and settled into the captain’s chair.
“We have received a message from the USS Truman in the Moraba system,” Spock said smoothly. “Lieutenant?” he asked turning to communications.
“Message was heavily encrypted,” Uhura reported, holding her subspace transceiver to her ear, still tapping at her board. “We got a few phrases. Disruptors… phasers… Klingons.”
“Wonderful,” Kirk said, crossing his legs. “Mister Sulu, time?”
“Eighteen minutes to rendezvous,” Sulu said.
“Scotty,” Kirk said into the intercom, “we’re doing eight point three. Got any more in it?”
“Working on it, sir, articulation frame’s back to within three microns, I can give you warp nine in a few minutes.”
“Do your best,” Kirk said. “Spock, any other ships in the area?”
The first officer returned to his station and activated the sensor monitor. “The Truman was ferrying supplies to the new Vulcan colony on Tyree. The Reliant and the Grissom are at Tyree now. Eleven hours away at maximum warp.”
“Better let them know we may have trouble,” Kirk said. “Uhura, give them the specifics. Spock, scan the Moraba system, can you give us a picture of what to expect?”
“The Maraba system contains only one habitable planet, that is Class-L, similar to Delta Vega.”
Kirk smiled. “I’m intimately familiar with the landscape of THAT particular world, Mister Spock.”
Spock’s eyebrow rose in an inquiry but he chose not to respond. Given the events that had transpired six weeks ago after stranding Kirk on Delta Vega, future events of the entire Federation had been altered forever. “Yes, sir,” he said. “The system is approximately nine light-years from the Klingon Neutral Zone, established in the year 2158 by Starfleet Captain Archer.”
“We know the history,” Kirk said. “It wasn’t all that long ago I was in a classroom. What I’m asking is are there any strategic points of value that would prompt a Klingon incursion? They’ve been pretty quiet the past few years.”
“Nothing of substance,” Spock said. “Even though that was also the case fifteen years ago at the Battle of Donatu V. The Klingons fought Starfleet to a stalemate above that world for no apparent reason.”
“No reason to us,” Kirk said. “The Klingons have a different perspective of the universe. That’s the difference between empires and democracies.”
Behind him, the doors to the lift opened. “Sickbay’s ready to go,” came the gruff voice of Leonard McCoy. “What the hell’s goin’ on, Jim?”
Kirk found McCoy’s harsh talent for getting to the heart of the matter refreshing. Much better than the bureaucratic crap that filled the upper ranks of Starfleet. And as Starfleet’ youngest captain in history, Jim Kirk had seen the red tape filled menagerie that was Fleet Command. He’d even caught the disapproving staris of men three times his age casting judgment on him as a captain without giving him a chance to prove himself. That is if you don’t count saving Earth a proper chance to showcase one’s abilities. He’d just have to show them again.
“Welcome to the bridge, Bones,” he said. He spun his chair around nodding to the doctor and turned back to face the forward section. The indicator on the holographic board showed they were less than forty seconds away from their destination. “Good work, Scotty,” he said, realizing that warp velocity was beyond the rated maximum for a Constitution-Class ship.
“Captain,” Sulu said, picking at his board. “Entering the Moraba system, ready to drop out of warp.”
“Shields up, Yellow Alert,” Kirk said. “Do it, Sulu.”
“Coming around to eight five mark twelve, z plus three five, thrusters at full, raedy for impulse maneuvering.”
“Very well, Lieutenant, set course for the Moraba System and take us out.”
Hikaru Sulu turned back to his helm, punched in the new coordinates and brought the impulse engines to full power. He shot a glance at navigation where Ensign Chekov was finishing up his plotting.
“Coordinates entered,” the Russian-accented officer said.
“Confirmed,” Sulu said, turning back to the first officer. “Ready for warp, Commander Spock, course for Moraba laid in.”
Spock moved away from the science station, his hands clasped behind his back. “Engage, Mister Sulu, maximum warp.”
The Vulcan stopped next to the command chair and shot a glance as the doors to the aft turbolift hissed open.
“What’ve we got?” James Kirk asked as he sauntered out of the lift and settled into the captain’s chair.
“We have received a message from the USS Truman in the Moraba system,” Spock said smoothly. “Lieutenant?” he asked turning to communications.
“Message was heavily encrypted,” Uhura reported, holding her subspace transceiver to her ear, still tapping at her board. “We got a few phrases. Disruptors… phasers… Klingons.”
“Wonderful,” Kirk said, crossing his legs. “Mister Sulu, time?”
“Eighteen minutes to rendezvous,” Sulu said.
“Scotty,” Kirk said into the intercom, “we’re doing eight point three. Got any more in it?”
“Working on it, sir, articulation frame’s back to within three microns, I can give you warp nine in a few minutes.”
“Do your best,” Kirk said. “Spock, any other ships in the area?”
The first officer returned to his station and activated the sensor monitor. “The Truman was ferrying supplies to the new Vulcan colony on Tyree. The Reliant and the Grissom are at Tyree now. Eleven hours away at maximum warp.”
“Better let them know we may have trouble,” Kirk said. “Uhura, give them the specifics. Spock, scan the Moraba system, can you give us a picture of what to expect?”
“The Maraba system contains only one habitable planet, that is Class-L, similar to Delta Vega.”
Kirk smiled. “I’m intimately familiar with the landscape of THAT particular world, Mister Spock.”
Spock’s eyebrow rose in an inquiry but he chose not to respond. Given the events that had transpired six weeks ago after stranding Kirk on Delta Vega, future events of the entire Federation had been altered forever. “Yes, sir,” he said. “The system is approximately nine light-years from the Klingon Neutral Zone, established in the year 2158 by Starfleet Captain Archer.”
“We know the history,” Kirk said. “It wasn’t all that long ago I was in a classroom. What I’m asking is are there any strategic points of value that would prompt a Klingon incursion? They’ve been pretty quiet the past few years.”
“Nothing of substance,” Spock said. “Even though that was also the case fifteen years ago at the Battle of Donatu V. The Klingons fought Starfleet to a stalemate above that world for no apparent reason.”
“No reason to us,” Kirk said. “The Klingons have a different perspective of the universe. That’s the difference between empires and democracies.”
Behind him, the doors to the lift opened. “Sickbay’s ready to go,” came the gruff voice of Leonard McCoy. “What the hell’s goin’ on, Jim?”
Kirk found McCoy’s harsh talent for getting to the heart of the matter refreshing. Much better than the bureaucratic crap that filled the upper ranks of Starfleet. And as Starfleet’ youngest captain in history, Jim Kirk had seen the red tape filled menagerie that was Fleet Command. He’d even caught the disapproving staris of men three times his age casting judgment on him as a captain without giving him a chance to prove himself. That is if you don’t count saving Earth a proper chance to showcase one’s abilities. He’d just have to show them again.
“Welcome to the bridge, Bones,” he said. He spun his chair around nodding to the doctor and turned back to face the forward section. The indicator on the holographic board showed they were less than forty seconds away from their destination. “Good work, Scotty,” he said, realizing that warp velocity was beyond the rated maximum for a Constitution-Class ship.
“Captain,” Sulu said, picking at his board. “Entering the Moraba system, ready to drop out of warp.”
“Shields up, Yellow Alert,” Kirk said. “Do it, Sulu.”
