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ST: CITADEL - 'Risky Ventures' (COMPLETED)

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CITADEL

“RISKY VENTURES”
By Jack Elmlinger
Edited by John H. Harris

Chapter One

The doors to the wardroom opened to admit Andrew Mundi, a PADD in his hands. With a surety of long familiarity, he headed over to the corner table, where he found Lieutenant Commander Ikar, the captain of the Defiant-class vessel, reading her own PADD while nibbling at bits of her breakfast. Unlike the larger ships in the task force assigned to Intaran space, the little vessel relied solely on replicators when in flight.

On the ground, however, Nana, the head cook at Gwalior Base’s mess hall, insisted on cooking for the crews of the Espero and her sister ship, Hammersley.

Mundi glanced down at the table, doing a double-take at what he saw. The Horrusi was eating a Human meal. She was eating two buttered English muffins, had an array of local fruits in a small bowl and was sipping from a cup of orange spice tea.

"Good morning, Skipper," he said, taking a seat across from her.

"To you also, Andrew, a good morning," Ikar responded with a smile. "Help you, how can I?"

"Why do you assume that I'm on business? Maybe I just wanted to chat with a friend."

"Apologies, my friend. Perplexed, you appear to be." She speared a large chunk of a pineapple-like fruit out of her bowl and nibbled on it. "Well, they are, your family?”

"Oh, they're blending in with life here quite well. In fact, my wife asked the public affairs officer if she could teach at the base school."

"Good, good. Wasted, her talents, they won't be," Ikar said, nodding. She seemed happier, these last few days, but that was due to the arrival of a complement of Horrusi traders in one of the convoys escorted to Intar by the Edward O’Hare. The gossip around Gwalior was that she was spending time with one of them, the pilot of the freighter Shaded Beauty. "Still, vexes you, something does?"
Mundi frowned, holding up his padd. "Have you read the latest updates from Starfleet?"

Ikar nodded. "Yes, from the Ernst Ruska, received them, I did, an hour ago. These personnel changes, concern me, they do."

"I knew M'Reeta was transferring back to Starbase 128 because she's expecting again," Mundi said, sounding both hurt and frustrated," but I thought Sovek cancelled his transfer request after I talked to him."

"Apparent, it is, that he did not."

"Yeah, and to add fire ants to the peppers up our asses, the Ernst Ruska will be getting half of our security department."
"Needed, they are, by the Ernst Ruska, more than here," the Horrusi replied, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair from her face. “The Gamma Quadrant, kind to Yineth and his crew, was not.”

"Well, why don't they go empty a Galaxy-class or decommission some of the older ships and steal personnel from there?," the first officer complained. "Why do they have to swipe them from us?"

"Calm yourself, Andrew. Replacements, receiving, we are."
"Oh? And who are we getting, Academy graduates like Grev? Former Maquis like Lake?"

"Know who they are, when see them, you will," Ikar said, smiling again.

“Well, then I guess we have to discuss the staffing arrangements,” Andrew told her as he keyed his PADD to browse through the information on it. “I’m just happy that we didn’t lose Tarahni. Losing our chief engineer would’ve been dreadful since she’s the only one that understands the ship and her needs.”

“Without Tarahni, our ship, fall apart, she would,” Ikar agreed with him.
The personnel changes, sent to them by way of the Ernst Ruska, concerned her, as well. They had been assigned to the Intar system for less than a month. In fact, the Espero had just returned from two months of repairs at Starbase 128.

“Bridge to Captain Ikar,” the voice of the ship’s operations/communications officer, called from the intercom. “Captain Ikar, please contact the bridge.”

Ikar tapped her commbadge. “Bridge, Ikar, this is.”

“Lake speaking, Ma’am.”

“Ensign, proceed.”

“Ma’am, there’s a call from Base Ops. General Rentoshi would like to see you in his office,” the ensign told her. He was another of her officers that she worried about. Doctor Sovek had become involved with his treatment after coming aboard at Starbase 128. According to his records, he had a degenerative disease that he contracted from his time as a Maquis before the war.

“On my way, I am.” The Espero’s commander tapped her commbadge to deactivate it and looked up at Mundi. “Ship’s resources and personnel… specialties of yours, they are, Andrew. Your strengths, play to them, you must. The old and the new, integrate them, we will.”

“Oh, they’ll be a cohesive unit when I get done with them, Skipper. But I warn you, I’m not gonna spare the rod and spoil the child.”

“Any other way, have it, I wouldn’t,” she said with a nod. “Unleash Senior Chief Anax, you should. Teach our new crewmembers, we must, if to survive, we are.” She took a final sip of her tea before climbing down from her seat. Patting her loyal second-in-command on the arm, the green-skinned alien walked out of the wardroom.

As she reached the threshold, Mundi called out to her. “Are you expecting trouble, Skipper?”

“With Captain Yineth?,” she asked, referring to the Ernst Ruska’s captain. “Always, I am.”



Senior Chief Petty Officer Anax was not comfortable as he walked into the Cargo Bay. Five new crewmen were waiting for him, all but one in conversation. The Edoan’s face hardened. As one of the two most senior enlisted officers aboard the Espero, it was up to him to oversee their orientation, and he didn’t care that one of them wore a junior grade lieutenant’s pips on her blue collar.

“Attention!” one of the crewmen, a Petty Officer 1st Class, shouted to the others in warning. The enlisted personnel formed a line and snapped to attention with the precision of someone used to military regimentation.

The lieutenant, however, remained sitting, her attention on the PADD in her hands.
Anax scowled at the woman.

“So this is my new bunch of maggots,” Anax grumbled at them in full drill instructor mode. Crossing his left and right arms behind him, he tapped the lieutenant on the shoulder.

“Yes, COB?,” she asked without looking up.

“Would you care to join the rest of the class, ma’am?”

“Not really.”
Anax slowly bent down next to her. “ON YOUR FEET, LIEUTENANT!”

The lieutenant was instantly on her feet, the PADD dropping to the deck. A moment later, it shattered under the Senior Chief’s right boot.

“I’m not the skipper or Lieutenant Mundi, but as long as I’m Chief of the Boat, I AM THE SUPREME DEITY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?!”

“SIR, YES, SIR!,” all five shouted in unison.

“Nice to see you’re getting everyone squared away,” Lieutenant Mundi said from the cargo bay’s open door. He had seen what the multi-limbed alien had done with the Betazoid, and he approved.

Ranks didn’t matter much aboard the Espero. Everyone knew who everyone was, and while military discipline was maintained, the crew of the little ship wasn’t as regimented as those found aboard larger ships like the Kumari.

“Just welcoming them aboard, sir.”

Mundi looked each of them over, his gaze stopping on the Betazoid who stood with anger on her face. He then stepped over to stand beside Anax, crossing his arms over his chest. “Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Espero,” he said with a grin. “I’m your new First Officer, Lieutenant Andrew Mundi and,” – he motioned to Anax -- ,” this is our Chief of the Boat and Tactical Officer, Senior Chief Petty Officer Anax. If you have any problems, come to either of us.”

“He broke my PADD,” the Betazoid whispered, clearly enough for Mundi to hear her.

“Excuse me?”

“He broke my PADD… sir.”

Mundi lowered his arms. “And you are?”

“Lieutenant Verra Kitahni,” the Betazoid flatly answered. “I’m your new medical officer.”

“Ah, so you’re Sovek’s replacement.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mundi nodded, turning to Anax. He cocked a thumb at the humans and Rigellian. “Square these guys away, will ya, Anax? I’ll show the doc to sickbay.”

“Yes, sir,” the senior chief acknowledged with a nod.



She was nervous.
Her chocolate eyes wandered the room, landing on several framed pictures of various people, all of them posing with the owner of the office. They included officers, an award-winning actor, politicians of every stripe and even several Prime Councilors. There was even an autographed photo with the current Prime Councilor, Aram Kodo.

Jayna Naytohm had been summoned from her own office, where she was directing the effort to link Intar’s global information networks to the Federation’s equivalents. The wealth of knowledge would take the dark-skinned woman a lifetime to study and understand. Since the arrival of the people from the Federation, her area of study, exobiology, had made her more valuable to the chain of command, since they felt she would be better able to relate with the races that comprised the United Federation of Planets.

The office door creaked open, bringing the woman to her feet before the desk.
An Rentoshi walked into the room, accompanied by one of the aliens. She instantly recognized the diminutive green alien from her recent appearance on The Boredom Cure.

“Lieutenant Jayna Naytohm, reporting as directed, sir,” the scientist said with a salute.

“At ease, Lieutenant. This is Lieutenant Commander Ikar, captain of the Starship Espero,” Rentoshi responded, introducing the alien officer before motioning them to take the two visitor seats. The Horrusi greeted her with a simple nod before climbing into the offered seat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” Jayna said. “I saw your interview with Murla Keshcher on The Boredom Cure.”

“My best, it was not, I fear.”

“I thought you represented yourself well.”

“The interview,” Ikar told her,” to do it, ordered, I was.”

“Commanders McCune and Ikar have become celebrities since they came to Intar,” the general explained as he lowered himself into his own chair. His facial features hardened somewhat, indicating that he has entered business mode. “I’ve called you here in regards to Starfleet Memo Four-Nine-Three-Kappa, from Starbase 128. Commander Wilcox and I have compiled a list of Intaran personnel whom we believe would be qualified for this assignment.”

“The liaison program, referring to, you are, General?”

Jayna felt the yenini take flight in her stomach. “Is this what I think it is, sir?”

“Yes, it is, Lieutenant,” Rentoshi answered, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m making your dreams come true.”


Chapter Two

Captain’s log, stardate 65844.7:

The
Edward O’Hare has just departed Starbase 128 with a convoy of five freighters. Our destination, once again, is the planet Intar. The industrial replicators and humanitarian supplies are essentially needed on this beleaguered world since the Battle of Intar…

Captain Roberto Vallejo closed his log recorder and looked around him, taking in his ship and her crew. The bridge of the refit Constitution-class heavy cruiser coursing with activity. With assistance from the U.S.S. Espero, two weeks before, they had stopped another Tzenkethi incursion into Intaran space.

“All ships in position and proceeding at warp three-point-nine,” reported Lieutenant Vurek from the science station. The tawny-haired Vulcan had his attention on the ships in their convoy.

“I hate poking along like this.”

The remark was from Lieutenant Commander Aija Nakamura, the O’Hare’s Japanese first officer and helmswoman. She was the daughter of an admiral, though she didn’t rub it in. She had her own accomplishments for that. When Vallejo had met her during the Dominion War, the younger woman’s file had made that abundantly clear to him.

“If only civilian ships had more than light phaser banks and the occasional obsolete photon launcher,” Lieutenant Raia, the Deltan operations officer seated beside her at the joint helm/tactical/operations console added. The pips on her gold collar were new and shiny; A reward for her recent actions at Intar.

“Would you trust an untrained civilian with such weapons?” asked Trevor Malachi, the O’Hare’s chief medical officer. The older, grumpier man stood beside the captain’s chair, his arms crossed over his chest. He reminded Vallejo of the famous Leonard H. McCoy.

“One would assume that any civilian wishing to mount such weapons on his ship would undergo training, Doctor. It is logical that one should be equipped for battle when entering an active war zone.”

“Starfleet’s about keeping the peace and exploring new worlds, Mister Vurek. Not going around shooting up the place.”

“Doctor, I would submit,” the science officer said, turning around in his chair to face him, ”that you are allowing your emotions to direct your responses. Logic would suggest that you commit to a regimen of meditation to—“

“Meditation? You pointy-eared, green-blooded—“

“Ok, guys, that’s enough,” Vallejo said, interrupting both of them. Since assuming command of the O’Hare, the Latino captain had prevented many such arguments between the two officers. They admitted to being friends, but he suspected that, if no one was there as a buffer, they would have killed each other long ago.

“Vurek, keep an eye on our guests,” the captain continued,” and Doctor, shouldn’t you be in sickbay, checking the medical supplies that we’re taking to the Intarans?”

In addition to the supplies aboard the civilian freighters, the O’Hare was carrying engineering supplies for the SCE contingent aboard the Blount Island and medical supplies for the hospitals in the hardest-hit cities.

Muted responses came from both men, and Vallejo watched Malachi walk into the open turbolift before turning his chair to face the Vulcan officer.

“You really like to egg him with logic, don’t you, Lieutenant?”

“It is not my intention to ‘egg’ anyone, Captain. I am merely sharing my experience with him.”

“Hmph, experience,” Nakamura whispered under her breath with a smile. That smile soon disappeared as she noticed the new reading on the screen before her. “Captain, sensors are detecting three ships ahead of us.”

“Identity’ em, Mr. Vurek.”

“Sensors indicate three Tzenkethi Strakha-class destroyers.”

“Red Alert!,” Vallejo said, rising to his feet. “All hands to Battle Stations! Alert Gwalior Base that we’re under attack and that we require assistance.”

“Aye, sir,” was the Deltan’s response.
Vallejo saw the Tzenkethi ships appear on the main screen.

“Aw, crap...”

(To Be Continued)

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The comforting sounds of the Voivonna Namree-Zaye’s bridge greeted Commander Daileyr Kayn as he strode onto it.

There was an extra spring in the man’s step. He wasn’t sure if it was due to trouble with the gravity plating or the fact that, after two years away, they were finally nearing home.

Kayn had commanded the Chu’thankhor-class vessel since the day she was launched, and it was a command he was more than proud of. Named for Voivonna Namree-Zaye, the first Prime Councilor of Intar, the ship was nearing the end of her mission of exploration to several of the star systems surrounding Intar. She was only one of five to do so. The other fifteen had been destroyed by the Tzenkethi before that race had turned its sights on the planet.

With the arrival of the Federation and its technology on his world, Kayn’s latest orders from the ISA, Intar’s civilian-controlled space exploration agency, were to bring the Namree-Zaye home to be refit and upgraded by the Starfleet Corps of Engineers.

“Commander, I have multiple sensor contacts at four-nine-three-mark-seven,” the bridge sensor technician reported. “The computer has designated them aikek one through ten.”

“Any idea what they are?,” the commander asked, stepping up to the navigational plot table at the center of the room. His pilot and the navigator were already routing the sensor data into the table’s processors.

“I’m not sure yet and neither is the computer.”

“Best guess?” Kayn asked.

“Well,” the technician said with a brief sigh, “from the power signatures, my best guess is Federation.”

“They could be Tzenkethi too,” speculated the navigator, grimly.

“Possibly,” the pilot suggested from the opposite side of the plot table, indicating the lower-power signatures displayed there, “but these signatures indicate civilians, like those Pakleds that brought our mail out to us earlier this year.”

“Perhaps,” Kayn said, looking at the sensor contacts on the screen. “Comms, anything from home on this?”

“Now reading weapons fire!” the technician called. “High-power, directed energy."

“Weapons fire?” Kayn asked, as new tags appeared on the plot. They identified one Federation cruiser, six freighters of various origins... and three Tzenkethi destroyers.

“Damn,” the Namree-Zaye’s pilot swore. He straightened the front of his jumpsuit and looked over his shoulder at the Commander. “Sound general quarters and polarize the hull plating, Commander?”

Kayn considered the situation. His ship was no match for one Tzenkethi raider, much less three destroyers, but one of the vows he had taken when he joined the Intaran Sea Forces was to render aid to all who were in peril on the oceans, and he considered space just another ocean.

“Yes, Ati. Sound general quarters, polarize the hull plating, and arm the thermonukes.”

“Aye, Sir.”

“We’re going in?,” asked the navigator.

Kayn looked up from the plot table. He knew the man’s feelings about the Federation. Vio Doshend, as a devout follower of the Speakers for the Maker, was among the few Intarans who saw any extraterrestrial influence with the Intaran people to be an abomination. He was aboard to experience the Maker’s works up close, and had avoided all of the visitors they had welcomed aboard during their travels.

“They came to our assistance, Navigator. I think it’s only right that we come to theirs.”

Doshend stared back at him with a hard expression. “You’re in command.”

“You’re damn right about that.”

“But I want my protest over this decision to be entered into the ship journal.”

“Your religious objection is noted,” Kayn nodded. “Now plot me a course.”

Kayn picked up the handheld communicator on the side of the table. Pressing a button, he said, “All personnel, this is the commander speaking. Man combat stations and stand ready. We are rendering aid to a Federation convoy...”


In his small cabin aboard the Espero, Andrew Mundi was bent over his computer terminal when his combadge chirped for attention. “Mundi here.”

“Lieutenant, this is Petty Officer N’Vosh.”

N’Vosh… N’Vosh…, Mundi asked himself. Who the hell is N’Vosh? Oh, wait, N’Vosh!

“Go ahead, Petty Officer,” he said, remembering who N’Vosh was. He was one of Lake’s people who manned ops and communications during the Beta-shift.

“Sir, Gwalior Base is relaying a distress signal to us from the Edward O’Hare,” N’Vosh reported. “According to Base Ops, the O’Hare was assigned to escort five freighters to Intar from Starbase 128.”

“Any reason given for the distress call?”

“They’ve encountered a Tzenkethi destroyer flotilla, sir.”

Damn, just when I get comfortable, they pull me back. He sighed, scratching the side of his face. “Ok, go ahead and put a call-back to our personnel. Tell Master Chief Nayce that we’ll need to cold-start the warp core and—”

“Commander Wilcox has already informed the captain, sir.”

“Good. I’m on my way to the bridge.”


Two minutes later, Ikar materialized on the bridge, just as Lieutenant Mundi walked into the room. After having summoned his captain back from a meeting with General Rentoshi, the black man noticed that the skipper was accompanied by a woman wearing one of the red Intaran Space Forces uniforms and, by the insignia on her collar, which differed from what she wore on the front of her uniform, that she was a lieutenant, like him.

“Welcome back, Skipper.”

“At Battle Stations, the crew, they are?,” the Horrusi asked him, going straight to business.

“Yes, Ma’am. Anax is loading the launchers as we speak and Tarahni has the warp drive purring like a kitten.” Andrew looked over the lieutenant commander at their guest and smile. “You’re new.”

“Lieutenant Jayna Naytohm, from the Intaran Space Forces,” Ikar said, introducing the dark-skinned woman, “this is. As our liaison, assigned to the Espero, she has been.”

“I’m also your new science officer,” Jayna said, smiling as she indicated the light blue on her rank/crest strip, and the stripes that designated her as a department head.

“Lieutenant Andrew Mundi, at your service,” the first officer said, offering his hand to her. “It’s always good to see a new face in the crowd. Welcome aboard, Lieutenant.”

“Please… call me Jayna, and thank you. It’s good to be aboard.” She looked around the transporter bay to size up her new surroundings. Her stomach was still fluttering from the transporter. It was her first time, and she hoped that she wouldn’t throw up in front of her new captain. “Ship’s a little cramped, isn’t it?”

“To me, gigantic, Espero is,” the skipper chuckled as she looked up at her second-in-command. “To Hammersley, our gift, delivered, it was?”

“Yes, Ma’am! Four thousand boxes of the local cuisine, along with the bill.”

“And the food?”

“Packed and secured in the cargo bay after being cleared through Customs.”

“Good, good, this is,” Ikar said, turning to look at Jayna. The Intaran was obviously confused by their behavior. “With Hammersley’s crew, compete, we do. The better ship, we have, the better crew, we have. Maintain it, our reputation, we must. Teach them, we must. Accost me, paint me purple, do this, never again, will they!”

“We’re having a prank war with Commander McCune,” Mundi explained, and the skipper has one wicked sense of humor. I remember one time when she rigged the sonic showers to cover Hammie’s crew in green gelatin. That was—”

“For that, on report by Admiral Jellico, I was,” a grinning Ikar interrupted. “Ready to break orbit, already, we are, Andrew?”

“Why wait? It’s easier to beam you aboard after we launched.”

“Excellent thinking, it was, Andrew. Make of you, a captain, I will.”

“Maybe after you get your fourth pip, Skipper.”

Ikar regarded the screen at the front of the small bridge. Intar dominated the bottom of the screen, while the Ernst Ruska could be seen in the lower left-hand corner with the Blount Island and their sister ship, the Hammersley.

Ikar walked over to her chair as Mundi showed their new science officer to her station before taking his own station. With the changes in ship’s personnel and the departure of half of their security detachment, he was forced to add the duties of Security Chief to his resume.

“Course to O’Hare’s last position, plotted and laid in, Captain,” the ship’s pilot, Ensign Kor lasch Grev, reported with his orange eyes intensely focused on his controls. “Ready for warp at your command.”

“And there goes Hammersley,” someone said as their sister ship flashed to warp.

“Hmph,” the Tellarite growled. “I guess they’re in a hurry.”

Ikar turned toward the operations console. “From the O’Hare, heard more, have we? Their distress signal, too late, I hope not.”

“Nothing yet, ma’am,” Ensign Derrick Lake reported, his hand on the transceiver in his right ear. A minute later, the dark-haired man said,” Gwalior’s hailing us.”

“Screen on.”

The image of Gwalior Base’s executive officer, Lieutenant Commander Jeff Wilcox, appeared at the center of the main screen, replacing the exterior visual.

“Commander Ikar,” he said, standing in the middle of Gwalior Base’s operations center,” we’ve just got a report from an Intaran explorer, the Namree-Zaye. They picked up the Tzenkethi closing on the O’Hare’s convoy, and report they’re on their way to assist.”

“Against the Tzenkethi, not much, they could be,” the Horrusi commented, resting her hands on her hips. “On our way, we are, Commander.” She leaned up on her tippy-toes to peer over Grev’s arm at the helm display. “Our ETA, two minutes, once warp nine, we reach.”

“Captain Th’Nar has ordered that Ernst Ruska and Blount Island remain in orbit. He’s getting the Kumari underway as we speak.”

“Acknowledged, Espero out.”

The skipper frowned, climbing up into her command chair. “To warp nine, Mister Grev, take us.” She then turned towards her first officer, who was already looking back at her.

“This must be serious,” he said, sounding a little anxious, “if the Kumari’s breaking orbit. I thought Th’Nar would have sent the Ruska, with all of the hospital beds she has.”

“It is,” Ikar said with a nod. She was quiet for a moment before asking, “Settled, Kara and the kids, they are?”

“Um, uh… yeah. The base housing officer was able to assign us to an apartment in Kalmiko Tower. It’s a little posh for my tastes, but…” The lieutenant stopped there, his face displaying a façade of confusion. They were heading into an imminent combat situation, and she was asking him about his family.

What’s wrong?

“Hmm… good. Happy to hear this, I am.” Good to hear, fulfilled, my request, it was.

The Horrusi woman had found the apartment offered to her in Kalmiko Tower to be too large and ostentatious for her. Being a woman of simple needs since leaving Horrus, the Espero’s captain asked the base housing officer to give the apartment to her first officer and his family, while she kept to the familiar surroundings of her cabin on the Espero. He had offered an alternative, but she preferred it this way. When the ship was landed, and the crew living out of base housing, she found that the peace and quiet relaxing.

Mundi raised an eyebrow. “Frankly, I’m surprised that you gave up the apartment, Skipper. You had quite the view.”

“Needed it more, you and Kara did. For me, too large, it was.”

“Yes, but—”

“Captain,” Lake interrupted, “we’ve reached the coordinates.”

“On screen.”

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I only edited up to the end of chapter 2. Chapter 3 shouldn't have been posted yet, as it plays th'Nar completely wrong...

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Chapter Three

Ritan th’Nar didn’t like what he saw on Kumari’s main screen. One of the Tzenkethi destroyers had been damaged, but two of the freighters were little more than clouds of debris.

“I should’ve sent Espero or Hammersley with them,” the Andorian murmured to himself.

“It’ll be an awful shame if we cannae get those supplies through, Captain,” Lieutenant J.G. Brendan Andrews said from his place at the conn. His Highlands brogue reminded everyone of the still mandatory recordings of engineering lectures by Captain Montgomery Scott at the Academy. “I still have yet to teach Nana how to make a proper haggis.”

“Or a decent plomeek soup,” commented Senek.

“Gentlemen, let’s save that conversation for dinnertime,” the captain said, leaning forward in his chair. “Mister Greene, target phasers on the lead ship.”

The tactical officer punched a few commands into his display and the targeting reticule appeared on the screen, zooming in to indicate target lock. Having come from tactical himself, th’Nar preferred to see where his ship’s weapons were targeted.

As they watched, the little Espero swooped in and opened fire with a barrage from her pulse phasers. The Gatling gun effect of her weapons struck the enemy ship’s shields, breaking them like a pane of glass.

“Hold your fire, Ikar!,” th’Nar called. “Hail the lead Tzenkethi.”

A second later and the view in front of him switched over to the other ship’s bridge.
“You are in a military exclusion zone. Withdraw or be destroyed.”

“Captain,” Greene reported from the portside tactical station, “one of the Tzenkethi ships is turning towards us.”

Th’Nar stood up and placed his hands behind him. “This is Captain Ritan th’Nar of the Federation Starship Kumari. The Intar system is under Federation protection, and we do not recognize your exclusion zone. If you withdraw now, you will be allowed to depart.”

The ship shuddered under the impact of the Tzenkethi’s weapons.

“If that’s how you want it... All ships, open fire!”

The Kumari maneuvered around the wreckage of a freighter as the damaged Stratka-class destroyer fired again.

“It looks like they took some damage,” Andrews commented.

“I’m reading some moderate structural damage,” Nix said, looking up from his panel. There was some concern on the Bolian’s face. “Their impulse engines are running at 20% of efficiency and I’m barely detecting any functioning sign of their life-support.”

“Any life signs?”

“Some, but not much, sir.”

“According to Starfleet Intelligence,” Commander Senek said, providing his commanding officer with an encyclopedic account of relevant information,” the Stratka-class destroyer has a crew complement of four hundred and seventy-three warriors. Their weapons capabilities are believed to be—”

“Captain, I’ve located the O’Hare!”


“Easy, guys,” Jax Myrru said. “These pods aren’t made of the same stuff ours are.” He was the Namree-Zaye’s chief engineer, and knew as much as anyone about the capabilities of the ship’s grapplers.

This was the third pod they’d grabbed from the freighter Corazon, which had not fared well against the Tzenkethi raid.

“How’s it coming, Jax?” Commander Kayn asked, rounding the corner from the corridor. Kayn was Jax’s brother-in-law, but that didn’t keep them from being professional. He was going to choose a different person for chief engineer, but his sister had begged him to choose her husband, who had just been passed over for promotion by the Intaran Sea Forces. Because he loved his sister and Jax was a good friend, Kayn argued for him, and had not been disappointed.

“We’re pulling them in like corecs at Nekei Point.”

“Good. No problems, then?”

“None that I can see. The grapplers are having trouble holding to the stuff they make these pods out of, but we’re dealing.”

Kayn looked around, noticing the lack of medical personnel. “Where’s Criber?”

Since the much-publicized launch of the Namree-Zaye, Kayn had been at odds with the ship’s chief medical officer, Dr. Allika Criber. She wasn’t a bad officer or a bad doctor. Much the opposite, in fact. And, unlike Doshend, she was quite eager to interact with the aliens they’d encountered.

But she was also a Thin Preacher.

“I think she’s over at the portside airlock,” Jax answered as a clunk reverberated through the hull as the escape pod made contact with the docking clamps. A moment later, the two technicians unlocked the hatch and pulled it open.

Three people emerged through the portal, quickly followed by three more. All looked like thin Intarans except two. One was a green woman, while the other had blue skin and a bald pate. He also had a ridge running down the middle of his face.

“Thanks for reeling us in,” the blue-skinned one said. “We’ve got wounded.”

Kayn reached over and picked up the intercom handset. “This is the commander. Medics to starboard airlock. We have a medical emergency.”

“On their way, Commander.”

The commander replaced the handset before kneeling down next to the injured man. Using his emergency medical training as well as experience he had picked up assisting his grandfather, he quickly checked the man over.

“A lot of bruising, and these burns are second degree, at least. You dose him with anything?”

“Kelotane for the burns and terakine for the pain.”

“I don’t know what those are, but I don’t think we should give him anything else.”

“Good choice, Commander,” Dr. Criber said, kneeling down next to him. “We’ll need to check his arterial blood gas levels and wrap these burns.” She turned to the two medics and waved them in. “Get this man to sickbay, on the double. At least he keeps in shape. That’ll help his recovery. The rest of you come along. Everybody needs to be checked over.”

A moment later, Kayn, Jax and the technicians found themselves alone.

“She is such a—”

“Don’t say it, Jax. That’s an order.”

“But Daileyr!”

“I know, Jax. Criber may be a damned Thin Preacher,” he said with a long-suffering sigh, “but she has her supporters. And she is a damn good doctor.”

“Still, we shouldn’t have to take that crap.”

“I know, and my report will—”

“Bridge to Commander Kayn.”

Kayn reached over and picked up the handset. “Kayn, go ahead.”

Sir, one of the Federation ships, the Espero, has hailed us. They’re offering to take the survivors off our hands.”

“That’s a good idea. Advise Dr. Criber—”

The deck pitched under them.

Losing his footing and slicing his forehead open on the edge of the console didn’t stop Kayn from performing his duty. “Report!”

“Another Tzenkethi! He just came out of nowhere!”

“Polarize the hull and get us out of here!”

“Done.”

“I’m on my way up.”

“Here, you better take this,” Jax said, holding out a pressure bandage.

“Thanks.”


“That ship, target it,” Ikar ordered. “Protect the Intarans, we must.”

“Torpedoes ready and locked.”

“Fire!”

A full spread of photon torpedoes left the Espero, flying true and striking the Tzenkethi destroyer in the right spots. The first two brought down its shields, while the rest did hull damage. Plasma fires bloomed across the Stratka-class vessel as it broke off its attack on the Intaran vessel.

“Looks like we got their attention.”

“Indeed.” The Horrusi then climbed down from the captain’s chair, crossing the bridge to the operations console, where Lake sat. “Hail them,” she ordered.

“Skipper?”

“Offer aid, we shall. Before more lives lost, end this skirmish, we should.”

“Aye, Ma’am.”

Ikar headed back to the captain’s chair.

“No reply, but they are transmitting a distress signal on their own emergency frequency.”

“Predictable, aren’t they?” Mundi asked, rhetorically.

Ikar smiled. Indeed they are, she thought, clasping her tridactyl hands behind her. “Cut in and put me on, please.”

“Aye, Ma’am.”

“Tzenkethi vessel, Federation ship Espero, this is. To render aid, we offer.”

She’d never been comfortable dealing with felinoids, much in the same way as humanoids weren’t comfortable with saurinoids. But for her, it was more personal. Back home, on Horrus, she had watched as a kreya, one of the large predators of the forest, had seriously mauled her brother, Tokar. He’d lived, but had never been the same since.

“No response.”

Ikar sighed. “Dying, your ship, it is. Serious damage, we have done, but live, we wish you to.”

Suddenly, the image of enraged Tzenkethi appeared on the main screen. Despite herself, Ikar took a half-step back.

“We will never be your prisoners,” the Tzenkethi hissed. “We would rather die than be dishonored at the hands of our enemies! We know how the Federation treats their prisoners.”

“Die, you could, but in dishonor. With life, honor and glory, you could have. Be mistreated, you will not be. Prove this, we will.”
“Never!”

“To die over propaganda, you wish? Arrange that, we can, but help you live with honor, we prefer.”

The Tzenkethi looked around before visibly deflating. “We choose to live.”

“Beam you aboard immediately, we will. Espero out.”

“I’m reading thirty-nine lifesigns over there, Skipper,” Mundi reported. “They could pose a problem if they get it into their heads…”

“Understand, I do, Andrew. The Kumari, hail, please.”


“Captain, Espero is hailing us.”

“On screen,” Ritan th’Nar answered. A moment later, Ikar appeared on the main screen before him, the Espero bridge behind her.

“What’s your situation, Ikar?”
“Survivors from the Corazon, rescued, the Intarans have. Also, Tzenkethi crew, beaming aboard, we are.”

“That must have been a lucky shot to have them surrendering to you.”

“Lucky shot, it was not, Captain. Skill, it was.”
Th’Nar chuckled. “Indeed. We’ll take them off your hands, if you like. O’Hare has taken damage and needs a warp tow. Can you handle that?”

“Easily, we can.”

“Then let’s get the rest of these supplies to the Intarans.”

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I think Emme would make a good representation of Voivonna Namree-Zaye:

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I envision this hanging in the ship's main wardroom...

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Yes, that's exactly who Madame Namree-Zaye would look like. Of course, one would never imagine that the first Prime Councilor of Intar would have such great legs. \Y/

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And here's the ship patch...

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The Namree-Zaye's chief engineer, Jax Myrru once told The Boredom Cure in an pre-launch interview that the Namree-Zaye was 'a bitch to work on'. Mission Commander Daileyr Kayn smiled at the time and said," Yes, but she's our bitch."

That is a great image to represent a great ship and a great political dynasty, John. \Y/

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I love it! We're definitely going to have to write up a post-mission interview.

And I'm not so sure our fluffy guy (which I have named Ibriel Ganegli in the LCARS panel) would play the interview with Jack as funny as you have it. I envision him more like a modern version of Johnny Carson or even Crook & Chase (the only show on the old Nashville Network I actually liked)...

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I actually got some writing done on 'Risky Ventures' last night but I haven't typed it up yet. I'm pretty close to an ending. I just have one question for you, John. Do the Intarans have the same equivalent as a Joint Chiefs of Staff? Because I have this idea that there's a High Marshal who is their chairman and is selected by the Council based upon a nomination by the Prime Councilor.

Anyways, let me know what's cooking in your brain, please. \Y/

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Yeah, that's pretty much it.

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I... I... I guessed it right? :shock: :JD

Holy :cen: !

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Yeah, you got it right.

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I need to add more to this at some point... :-k

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